《I Want To Lay the Very Best!》 1 – A Journey Begins! (18+) 1 ¨C A Journey Begins! (18+) "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 Pok¨¦-mom was still giving her shit for it. The trainer slips on just as she hits the door. She spills onto thending to see her Pok¨¦-mom standing at the bottom of the stairs with arms folded. Her bright red moth wings red outbehind her. Despite having done literally nothing today, a massive tell that Brandy was in for it. Her Pok¨¦-mom was a Volcarona and pretty terrible at keeping her nature suppressed, so at least they''d never had to turn the house heating on. A mothdy 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 Pok¨¦-mom. All her parents'' jokes that she''d finally "Evolve" someday really didn''t help that jealousy. "Shower?" her mother sniffed, a sound simr 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 Pok¨¦-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 narrowed to thin slits. "You want every advantage for your first capture attempt, so go shower! And thene let me check you," her Pok¨¦-mom said, arms folded over her chest in a way that she thought was intimidating, but Brandy could not take it seriously. Her Pok¨¦-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 Pok¨¦-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 Pok¨¦-mom''s approval with a il of her arms. "I''m ready to go, mom, no dying!" Brandy yelped as she squirmed away, tugging her backpack free from her Pok¨¦-mom''s grip as she tried to drag her back in for a hug. Volcarona hugs were wonderful, but Brandy had big ns 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 Volcaronady 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 creeping on her cheeks. Her human mother was a problem for the future, and 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 Pok¨¦-mom said softly, nudging her toward the door. "Now go find your perfect partner and call sometime! Or I''lle 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! ---- Brandy knew she hadn''t been born in Turrfield, but as far back as she could remember, she''d been living here. While the ce 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 n allid 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 not to 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 thene back to try to take on the gym with what she''d learned. A little bold to do it so quickly, but Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon who''d wandered by the town. Many local girls who didn''t want to be trainers hitched up with one. With 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 particrly 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 Pok¨¦mon tended not to 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 forck 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 Pok¨¦-mom had packed away. When she reflected on thister, letting her guard down was probably not the most brilliant move. Something heavy dropped right from the tree into herp 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 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 Pok¨¦-mom''s tall genes. Still, this Pokemon was aplete shortstack, spiky yellow hair that traveled 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''sp 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 bnced that out. It''d be a great starter, and they were pretty easyto 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 herp. 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 herp, who looked back up at herpletely 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 des working into the tree''s bark as she felt a swelling press against her stomach. Part of being a Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon, but that didn''t mean they were small. Brandy had sneakily watched her fair share of porn in her time, and she knew Pok¨¦mon didn''t do small. It was more a matter of how big exactly. As she felt the Joltik ground 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 wasing. The first time was 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 herp certainly was building up to fuck Brandy raw, and if that''s the case, Brandy had to rise to the challenge or ept 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 on to. 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 idental. She was ready. The Joltik in herp 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 m back against the tree trunk so hard a few leaves drifted down. "No way," Brandy mumbles, rolling her hips against the Joltik''s member''s head and making them trill with a few popping squeals of static. "Too big!" Absolutely the wrong thing to say. The Joltik hugged Brandy''s neck and leaned in to tease the gasping human. Her tongue clicked 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 herp, her arms alreadytched around the Joltik''s waist, crushed even tighter as Brandy''s partner became slippery. Agility! Amon 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''tprehend 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 entire experience more excruciatingly intense for Brandy. She wasn''t getting stuffed quickly. 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 me that still burned inside her, she''d set out today to be the best, and the best did not get fucked into aa 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 bing 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 the Joltik''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 consume them suddenly. Her pleasured screams devolved into a static buzz as her slippery limbs iled 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 herp. 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 feeling became mutual. Brandy turned her first fuck from a rout into a triumph as she bobbed the more petite woman on herp until she''d finally fully hilted the Joltik 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 augh as she saw the Joltik''s tongue hanging out of their mouth as they bounced in herp. Maybe she should save the teasing forter, 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 thest. Rolling the Joltik onto her back, Brandy took a moment to enjoy the look of the sheen of sweat on the Joltik''s skin. Joltik''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 Joltik squeal. After all, it''s suitable for a trainer to let her captures know exactly who is on top. 2 – A Hard Road Ahead (18+) 2 ¨C A Hard Road Ahead (18+) 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 Pok¨¦mon''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 Pok¨¦mon was the real challenge for any trainer, and it took a reasonably fresh-faced Pok¨¦mon 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 hade 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 nned to at least take a few attempts before having the experience to seed. 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: ??? ??? ???
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.
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 Pok¨¦mon who didn''t have much experience. There wasn''t anything like official levels for wild Pok¨¦mon, 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 Pok¨¦mon''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 droolinga 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 downsidesing 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 particr care to avoid tangling any threads as she drew them out. You had to exhaust a Pok¨¦mon 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 bruisingp 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. Pok¨¦mon 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 t stomach along the Joltik''s semi-stiff cock. "I thought you were new at this!" "I am", Brandyughed 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 sexter. 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 idental tormentor. "Not now, however! Still sore!" With a shamed squeak, Brandy got off Sparky''sp. 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 Pok¨¦mon 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, bute 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 sess of her n. One forest girl on the belt, now just for one from the Gr 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 pok¨¦dex 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 ss had spread out into the wilds, and they''d all swapped friend requests before graduating. She''dpletely forgotten about them in all the time off she''d had at home. Brandy hadn''t made the best friends with her ss. Trainer ss 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 ast-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 Pok¨¦mon 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 gettingid by gorgeous monstrous beauties! Brandy would never get it. Still, if Brandy wanted to pick one woman from her graduating ss she''d rather not see as her first Pok¨¦dex friend ping, it was Maple Haze, and so, of course, it just had to be her. Top of the ss, 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 ss 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 ss to catch a Pok¨¦mon. Almost no one did it on day one! Brandy''s grades had always been average, she got way too distracted thinking about sexy Pok¨¦mon 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 n. 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 ount the massive horn rising from her forehead, the ck 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 evene 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 nket and had plenty to spare. It would have been a captivating sight, but something quickly drew Brandy''s attention lower. The towering Pok¨¦mon 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 ssmate 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon was busy driving it into the dishevelled Maple with powerful thrusts of her hips, dragging out ecstatic wails with every audible p 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 ssmate, 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon. 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 pok¨¦-woman. She didn''t even react to the pair bursting in on her,pletely lost in a world of heady pleasures. Hands trembling at the disy of sheer sexual excess going on in front of her, Brandy got her Pok¨¦dex in hand and took a picture of the pair. The sh red off the Pok¨¦mon''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 Grian Rapidash
Height: 6¡¯ 11¡± (7¡¯ 10¡± with horn)
Type: Psychic/Fairy
Failed Captures: 87
Moves Discovered: ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ???
Fearless and proud, Garian Rapidash uses psychic power stored in the hair to boost their speed and chase down trainers who try to race them.
Eighty-seven failed attempts?! Six moves? This Mercurydy 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 Grian Rapidash, Mercury, was fucking her mind into a gooey mess that might drip out of her overly inted 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 sh 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 ying out before her, recovering from it would take forever! Her n 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. Pok¨¦mon 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 yed 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 sybles 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 ce in the world, and then she''d wait for a trainer worth a damn toe 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 me of potential had grown to something worth snuffing out. 3 – Fossilized Memories 3 ¨C Fossilized Memories 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 zing 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 waspletely 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 augh. ¡°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 des flying everywhere. Even harder to miss the noises thate 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 toy 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 toy 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 hadid 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 wee 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 sshing 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 ins weren¡¯t the kind of terrain they liked, it made them far too easy to follow when they were ying their chasing games with trainers, wearing their pursuers out instead of the other way around. Her Volcarona Pok¨¦-mom would be the ultimate weapon now Brandy thinking about it, she¡¯d never really thought about what her Pok¨¦-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 nning let you upset the rules. You judge every Pok¨¦mon 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 Gr 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 ck hair was cuddled up in thep of a very square and muscled Pok¨¦mon. She certainly looked like she would be good to lean upon and eye-catching too! Curly grey hair, long white ws 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 Pok¨¦dex 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 Pok¨¦monmands 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 ttering against the walls and flickering as Sparky hopped to keep her bnce. Someone big was here too? Well, they hadn¡¯te 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 ttened 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 ck 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 ck hair wasn''t overly long, but it was just enough to trail into the cape itself, the ck strands wavering in the heat anding 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 sheid 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 y. 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 Pok¨¦dex out and cover the sh with her fingers before she took a shot of this surprising Wild Artisan.
Carkol
Height: 5¡¯ 10¡±
Type: Rock/Fire
Failed Captures: 0
Moves Discovered: Rock Polish ??? ??? ???
Carkol¡¯s glowing cape is a wonderful nket on colder days but be warned, their fire breath can make even a dragon sweat.
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 surface pooling and moving much like her zing 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 ck 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 justughed 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 Pok¨¦mon went for first. "Are you still practising? Not that I''m saying it''s bad, but it uh .... needs work?" she finishedmely. "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 certainlycking definitionpared 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 ofpressed power to them, small but firm and perfectly proportioned. The Carkol was a work of art, which just highlighted the ws 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 finishedmely, 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 me, I''ve no interest in you today. I want to finish my work" the Carkolughed 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 ce beyond this world, where memories can''t cross." Sparky nods at this but for Brandy, it was all new. She knew Pok¨¦mon went somewhere they didn''t rememberter 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 me curling over her polished ck 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 Pok¨¦mon? 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!" Brandyughed, a deal where she wasn''t giving up anything she didn''t already want? Finally, something was going her way! 4 – Between a Rock 4 ¨C Between a Rock 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 mes 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 resemnce to the Carkol was in, jet ck 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 ck hair. Her eyes didn''t have the burning hot red intensity of the Carkol. Instead, they were more orange-coolingva formed into a half-lidded shape. Calcine''s hair was also a fair bit messier,pleting 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 ttest of Pok¨¦mon. The Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 zing as she watched the disy. Her focus was intense as she tried to stir up even the faintest me 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 firstpliment 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 yful punch "No need to ther 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 augh 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 nced 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 ce 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 t 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 Pok¨¦mon. 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 n, 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 Pok¨¦dex, 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 bes warmer, letting it move much faster to make up for it.
Four captures weren''t too frightening. Rock Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon. 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 n to stop her in her tracks. It was time to take a few risks. 5 – Finding the Hard Place (18+) 5 ¨C Finding the Hard ce (18+) Calcine the Rolycoly seemed an unstoppable force as she bore down on Brandy, ignoring the Joltik mbering 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 Pok¨¦mon was slow, it didn''t matter that she''d draw the fight out if she were also invincible. The lumbering Pok¨¦mon tries to throw herself on Brandy, but Calcine''s so stiff that she might as well have posted in advance to warn Brandy it wasing. The Trainer was agile enough to duck under her arms and out the way, leaving Calcine tond with a rtively 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 Pok¨¦mon stamina reserves, so it was time to take a calcted 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 be a researcher! A good rtionship 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 ns than getting fucked senseless by the first Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon were all an energetic bunch, Bug Types were more yful and mischievous, and Sparky enjoyed ying 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 hermand 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 Sparkyyers 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 mmed 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 st, and electrified webbing had mmed 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 t 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 p the Joltik with a victorious high five. "I rememberst time I practically had you tied up. You''re stealing my best tricks already" Sparky grinned, waving her pped hand. "So am I tagged in?" "You have to ask?" Brandyughed, 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 nting 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 ss, cold with no give to it. The Pok¨¦dex had said Rolycoly''s got softer when heated up, so now they just needed to apply some heat. Wild Pok¨¦mon 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 ck shorts and a matching ck 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 petntly 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," Brandyzily drawls as she trails her fingers along Calcine''s ssy 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 pir 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 Pok¨¦mon, indeed. Sparky slid herself out of Calcine''s chest to join Brandy on a knee, but even with the pir 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 ssy thighs and giving a yful 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,pping 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-ck 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 toote. 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 thering 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, sttering 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 me 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 mmed 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 nced at each other and, entirely on the same wavelength right now, spoke in perfect unison. "Oh shit" 6 – A Sticky Situation (18+) 6 ¨C A Sticky Situation (18+) 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 tough 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 ck 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 Pok¨¦bucks 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 takefort 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 sess from how her chest bounced. Calcine took big, slow breaths to regain herposure 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 Pok¨¦mon. 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. Bothdies 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 pping 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 dying 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 n if Sparky couldn''t y 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 bnced 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. "Dy? Why I wouldn''t dream of dying you," Brandy said, drawing her words out in a tant 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 tten 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 thatter. 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 ther 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. Herpleteck 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 Pok¨¦mon''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 seeded 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 Pok¨¦mon 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. 7 – Too Late for Pebbles to Vote 7 ¨C Too Late for Pebbles to Vote 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 Pok¨¦mon''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''tin 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 shing 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. Theforting 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 me. Keep up the pressure on her!" the Carkol cried out. She was still shaking like a leaf, a stark change from her earlier disy of calm introspection. Pok¨¦mon didn''t be 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 me 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 ce. 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 shed 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 me, but it had already served its purpose as a shield for Sparky to advance behind. Sparky dived through the glowing mes 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon. 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 nk, 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 toote 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, madughs 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 red 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 rtion between Pok¨¦mon 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 uppletely 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 red like a miniature sun had burst into life. Sparky''s loud pained yelp carried over the rush of fire. "Ah, tagged me with some me! She can see or something?" Another re 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 me. Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 des, 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. "Soaame" "Hey, fuck you! It was a good guess!" Sparky began cracking up, delirious withughter. "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 des 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 Pok¨¦mon. Well, she''de 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! 8 – Heat Crash (18+) 8 ¨C Heat Crash (18+) 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 mmed the dial right up to ten. Her hair was damp as she pawed at the Pok¨¦mon 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 ring as she presses her chest onto Brandy''s face and makes the Trainer squirm with muffled cries. "I bet you tell all the Pok¨¦mon 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-ck 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 avnche 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 forey 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''sck 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 toe 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 prate 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 zed 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 zed 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 ck 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 thest 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 shey on top of Brandy after, panting hard as the Trainerid 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 ap over her nose. "I won though. You''re done. I''m not." "Really? You think this is all about being thest one standing?" Brandy shook her head and looked to the watching Carkol. Those triangr white eyes were soft around the edges as she smiled at the pair. "You think that''s how it is? Just Trainer''s bending Pok¨¦mon 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?" sheughed, "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. 9 – Learning Geology 9 ¨C Learning Geology 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 sttered 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, pping 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 urate, short, gasping cries that made Brandy''s ears burn. Calcine and Carkol seemed to find them very amusing, stone faces might be good at hidingughs 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 copse 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 d 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 figuresing 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 re 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-ck 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 ck 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 Pok¨¦mon," Brandy grumbled as she pulled the top on that she didn''te 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 forpliments! 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 pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mart, 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 pok¨¦-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 topete 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 Pok¨¦-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 woulde 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 toe to think she was some kind of potato person! 10 – Ugly Ducklett 10 ¨C Ugly Ducklett 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 smallke 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 theke''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 Pok¨¦mon 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. Sshing 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,ing 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 abter 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 Pok¨¦mon who was t 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, ring 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 sshed 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 Pok¨¦mon. Story checks out. She leers after us all the time." Sparky was lucky she wasn''t in sshing 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!" Sparkyughed, fussing with Calcine''s hair as the Rock Pok¨¦mon gotfy 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 morefortable 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 theke." Sparky huffed on Calcine''s forehead and rubbed it clean. Getting a yful p 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 Pok¨¦-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 Pok¨¦mon, 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 longshes. Brandy was trying and failing real bad not to get lost in them. "You dropped this." The Pok¨¦mon 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 toy 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,dy. I mean... hold on." Brandy sshed about in the water for something by her feet, the Pok¨¦mon 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 st point nk. "Ugh!" the Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 augh, 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 ss. "You don''t know! You didn''t pay attention in ss! Ahaha!" "Why did I pick you again? Calcine, p 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 Pok¨¦dex out of her backpack. Waiting for the woman she''d sprayed to rise in the water and re daggers her way.
"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.
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 thetter wouldn''t be the peaceful rest she wanted with these two by her side. Sorry, Mahi. Maybe one day. 11 – Warm Feelings 11 ¨C Warm Feelings Returning home triumphant wasn''t as big a deal when your hometown was Turrfield. The cozy vige of stone buildings and te 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 thatst 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 rockdy 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 Pok¨¦mon. " 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 Pok¨¦-mom," Sparky snerked. "You call her Pok¨¦-mom. That''s adorable." "Rock Types are reasonable," Calcine said, ignoring the imp beside her. "if you like reasonable, be 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 bing boring. Focus on getting us some Pok¨¦-mom''s Pok¨¦-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''te into the study very often. Her human mother''sputer was set up here, and she''d never had much luck ying around with it. Her Pok¨¦-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 Volcaronadle 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 Pok¨¦-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 toe back with two partners already." "Undefeated!" Sparkyughed, kicking her chair as she made herselffortable. "You should have seen her Pok¨¦-mom. She doesn''t know when to quit." "Pok¨¦-mom," the Volcaronaughed. "Call me Scoria dear, and she gets the can''t quit attitude from her mother," Brandy''s Pok¨¦-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 Pok¨¦-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 t 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 t, 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 re 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 Pok¨¦mon, I''d notice you pulling at those bonds." Brandy''s mother snapped, dropping her spoon into the soup and ring. 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 augh out of Brandy''s Pok¨¦-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 Pok¨¦mon 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. ncing 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 me. "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 congratted 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, ck 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 toe 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 Brandymiserated 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 sshed 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 aforting 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 Pok¨¦mon 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." Brandyughed. 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 nning to be a Ghost Trainer, but I''ll see what I can do." 12 – Counting Sheep 12 ¨C Counting Sheep 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 ce. 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 Pok¨¦mon. Managing personalities orpatibility hadn''t even crossed her mind. It made sense now why so many Trainers went Ace and only got Pok¨¦mon of a particr 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 mber up Calcine''s side. "So, what is the n 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 n once we get there?" "Go in and win?" Brandy hesitantly admitted, already regretting how bad a n 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 n 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 yourst 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 ck hair tied back in a ponytail. The other woman was in a whiteb 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, wee 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 nced 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." Chantalughed, 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. Apletely 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 mbered down from Calcine. "Like a kind of sexy moss." The clipboarddy 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 Pok¨¦mon to do it, but not why?" "That''s right," Chantel said. "Since this is your first time, Willow, could you exin the rules?" Willow tapped her clipboard as she looked at Brandy down her nose. "Brandy Joyce, do you know Maple Haze?" "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. "Intimidatinglyrge amounts," "No jokes, please. Maple is my daughter, and she''s been distraught," Willow says, each word like a heavy p to Sparky, who shies behind Brandy. "Ah! Well, we were told Trainers usually lose a few times before they capture their first Pok¨¦mon. 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 stato beat as she stared Brandy down. It made her feel even more nervous, fidgeting her feet as her Pok¨¦mon 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 outter, she supposed. "Wee 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 Pok¨¦mon and help further enrich their lives and our fair Ind. " "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 p 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 yetpleted the tasks. Leaking information wille 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 sess. For your trial, simply pass through the room behind us. Once beyond, the second part will be exined to you." "Right! Go through a room that seems suspiciously easy?" Willow smiled. "Quite so. Good luck, and doe 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 showspetence, 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 Partnersing to nk 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 ss 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 yed 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''te 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," Sparkyughed. "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. 13 – By the Horns 13 ¨C By the Horns 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 youid out trays of free food near a bunch of ravenously hungry Pok¨¦mon. 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 frommitting 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 Pok¨¦mon. A little taller than Calcine, she couldn''t exactly hide, so she spent the moments before the wave washed over them trying to fish Pok¨¦dex 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 iling 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,ughing 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 Pok¨¦dex out of the holder. No time for a snap, and she pointed a finger over Calcine''s shoulder at the advancing Pok¨¦mon. "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 airne 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 Pok¨¦mon disappearing from Brandy''s view as she dives into the oing Wooloos. Brandy only caught shes 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 particrly 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 instors, 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 il 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 Wooloomitted only a handful to the charge of Calcine and her Trainer. Calcine holds a hand back for Brandy, and she quickly ps 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. Shended 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 bnce was about to give out at any moment. "I''ll check!" Brandy raised her Pok¨¦dex and snapped the closest Wooloo, a bit of electric webbing stuck in her hair that had snarled into a cute, crackling bow.
"Nicki" the Wooloo
Height: 5'' 5"
Type: Normal
Victories: 8
Moves Discovered: Copycat Cotton Guard Tackle
These soft-hearted Pok¨¦mon are eager to please whoever they are fondest of at the moment. Wooloo will often form a flock that all fuss over each other.
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!"es 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 thest 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 themst. Ah, fuck. "Incinerate! Quick Calcine!" Brandy cries as the Wooloounch streams of crackling web shot, a tangled 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''te 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 Pok¨¦dex had said they wanted to please who they were fondest of, so she needed to take charge. "Stop!" Brandy cried, putting firmness into her voice as she tried to smash themand through their horny fumbling. "Listen to me. Back off!" A deep chuckle rolled over the sound of thepping tongues. A spine-tingling throatyugh 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 glueing unstuck just enough so she could look into the eyes of the Pok¨¦mon, who''d got a grip on it. Unlike all the Wooloo, thisdy 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 Pok¨¦-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 Pok¨¦mon an awkward smile. "Hah," she said nervously, "you''re acting like their mom." "That''s not how it works, dear." sheughed, 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. 14 – Three Parts of a Whole 14 ¨C Three Parts of a Whole 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 n 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 thedy 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 horneddy 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, ck 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. Thepping 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 exhrating 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 havee 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 m me harder than you ever could, and she¡¯s near inexhaustible. You can¡¯tpete with that.¡± Valerie shook her head, amusement ying 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 Pok¨¦mon¡¯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 dy 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¡¯sp, 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 azy 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 andcing fingers together. Squeezing on Brandy¡¯s palm as she ys 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 mes more. Maybe she could y into this. Brandy pressed her hand forward, taking Valerie¡¯s with her with an amused coo. She nted both on Valerie¡¯s massive Pok¨¦mon chest. She kept meeting women like this. It was going to give her aplex! 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, shepletes 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 des with soft little murmurs, the Rock is hopelessly stuck between a Trainer and a soft ce. ¡°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 identally 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 m. 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, handsshing out at hundreds of tiny yellow bugs thatnded 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 inmed 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 Pok¨¦mon 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-ck 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 p 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 Pok¨¦mon nces. 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 nt a victory kiss on the shocked woman. Brandy felt mighty proud of herself when the poor Wooloo all but melts under the sudden disy 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! 15 – In the Thicket 15 ¨C In the Thicket The room beyond the Prairie challenge was only a simply furnished waiting room. A sofa, a small table with some water and towelsid 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 byparison, 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 herp. ¡°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 Pok¨¦mon 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 thister. 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 herp. ¡°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!¡± Sparkyughs, 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!¡± Brandyughs 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 ns 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¡¯tst five minutes.¡± ¡°You don¡¯t know how much noise I can make in five minutes!¡± Maybe those earmuffs weren¡¯t a terrible idea. --- 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 st of smelling air hit their senses like a hammer. It was all flowers. From wall to wall, they nketed 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 exnation. ¡°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 Pok¨¦mon on river banks. She was too young to know why she liked them back then, but it¡¯d always rxed her to see them going about their days while lying in the grass. At least until Fenny inevitably found her and got her toe 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 camouge. ¡°Woah,¡± Sparky gasped after the three had stared at her for a moment. ¡°Someone tter than Brandy, incredible.¡± The green-haired womanughs, 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 disy 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. Arge 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 d 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.¡± Leaughed. ¡°You always had your eyes set on being a Trainer while growing up. I didn¡¯t expect you toe 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 Pok¨¦-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 themced 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¡¯spletely 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 arge crowd of sweet-hearted Pok¨¦mon.¡± Lea paused before quickly adding, ¡°And Valerie. Who is sweet in her own way.¡± ¡°Hah,¡± Brandyughed nervously. ¡°Yeah, she has her own way, for sure. So, what are the rules for this one?¡± ¡°Simple! You needed two Pok¨¦mon because we¡¯re doing two things at once! Teamwork will be key, and knowing the hearts of both of your Pok¨¦mon.¡± 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 Pok¨¦mon to be Defence, and they¡¯ll stay by their partner¡¯s side, supporting them. The other Pok¨¦mon 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 copse early, I¡¯d consider that a bit of a poor showing!¡± Leaughed. ¡°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 Pok¨¦mon 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. 16 – Good Things 16 ¨C Good Things "Threesome ns," 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 corsetcing 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 Pok¨¦dex. She hadn''t been sure she was a butt person, but this Pok¨¦mon had just converted all three of them.
"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.
"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 sh 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 red 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 ce. The red hair buried her eyes, leaving only a cute button nose and a big weing 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''sment, 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.
"Honeycrisp" the Appletun
Height: 6'' 4"
Type: Grass/Dragon
Victories: 51
Moves Discovered: Apple Acid Body m Growth Protect Recycle
The Sweetest of Dragons. Appletun craves praise and will go to great lengths to get it.
"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 t 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 wasing over too, and she loomed. "Hi!" Honeycrisp''s voice was a booming st 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 d 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 ze 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 n 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 canst. 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. Theck 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 Pok¨¦mon take charge." Brandy draped herself over Calcine, poking her cheek. "So forceful! How can I resist a n like this from such a muscleddy?" "Compliments don''t work if they''re insincere." "Hey, they can be teasing and true," Brandyughed. "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 n 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,e 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 youe 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! 17 – The Sweetest Sensation (18+) 17 ¨C The Sweetest Sensation (18+) There was an eptable 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 someoneing 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 feelfortable. She pressed up to her, rolling her head to getfy. 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 regr sweaty forey of Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon so quickly. She hadn¡¯t exactly had a lot of luck getting them to fall for her, it¡¯d alwayse 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 sess 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 ss 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 nts 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¡¯srge 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 breathing 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 rx,¡± 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. 18 – She loves me. She loves me not. (18+) 18 ¨C She loves me. She loves me not. (18+) 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 bnce 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,ying 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 d 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 nt 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 ovee 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 ufortable. "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 ap of her thin, wet tongue. It sent brandy into a writhing fit against her, wing 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 recing them with a deep desire to let Orchid melt her body. Calcine red 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 bing ragged as Orchidpped her tongue across her swollen nub. So soon? She''dsted 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 forey? Would a real trainer be 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 rity. "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 myp," 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 Pok¨¦mon, 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 stuffedp 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 be 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 in to the eye. The two Pok¨¦mon 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. Pok¨¦mon 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 nned to press right through her flesh and meet each other in the middle. "All right," Brandy groaned, grabbing handfuls of the relentless kissing Pok¨¦mon''s hair and trying to pull them off her. This just encouraged them to go even harder, and soon she giggled madly as theythered 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 lottely. Getting horny Pok¨¦mon to even listen to her! 19 – Two Become One (18+) 19 ¨C Two Be One (18+) Orchid¡¯s tongue felt like it was everywhere, licking, sucking,pping 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 Pok¨¦mon. Opening her mouth had been the starting pistol to go at her together. Orchidthered attention on her front while Calcine kept her back warm, breasts pressing on her back as the Rock Pok¨¦mon 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 hade 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 disy, 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 yful 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 Pok¨¦monugh at her and yfully 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 bing 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 nting 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 Pok¨¦mon as their iling 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 waspletely nude,id there, the colorful pink sandwich filling between the jet-ck 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 Pok¨¦mon, 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 sharine 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 bing 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 t 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¡¯sp. 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 mmed her forward. Brandy yelped as Calcine speared her onto Orchid¡¯s cock. It tore through her pussy, stretching out walls in one fiery sh of stuffing sensation. ¡°FUCK,¡± Brandy yelled, eyes wide as Calcine impaled her hard into Orchid¡¯sp. 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, mming Brandy¡¯s ass along Orchid¡¯sp 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 avoidpletely shattering Brandy¡¯s mind, Brandy she could still feel her cock throbbing inside, sorge it became her entire world. Brandy gave Orchid¡¯s breasts a twin p, mping 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 imed her ass like an avnche. 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 bing more intense by the moment. A soft moan escaped her lips, her legs shaking as she took all of Calcine¡¯s dick withoutint. 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 p 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 ovepping in a delightful echo. Both grabbed hold of Brandy¡¯s waist and held her steady while they pounded her into apletely 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. 20 – Post-Meltan Clarity 20 ¨C Post-Meltan rity Brandy didn¡¯t know at what point she¡¯d passed out, but she really felt it when she woke up. She had aches in ces 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 yful squeeze. ¡°I am sore!¡± Brandy groaned. ¡°You two went at me like Gr 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 ame! I fought for your honor!¡± Doubtful, Honeycrisp¡¯s maid dress looked unruffled, and Sparky wasn¡¯t as t 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 potentbination 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 Pok¨¦mon. ¡°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 Pok¨¦bucks,¡± 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.¡± ¡°Pok¨¦mon, 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 powerfulmands, but being a Trainer isn¡¯t about just imposing your will on your Pok¨¦mon. 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. Sparkyughed 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 meter. 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 thest button on her shirt. Soft and sweet, just like the Pok¨¦mon herself. ¡°But then, when you gave me permission to help, you wouldn¡¯t ept 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 foundfort 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.¡± ¡°A,¡± 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,¡± Leaughed, "And if it had actually bothered you then, of course, I wouldn''t hold that against you. eptance 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 Pok¨¦-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 y 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. Honeycrispughed 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 oue, and money issues would be a problem fast. But Brandy would rather she learned her lessons and be a better Trainer than coast through. She¡¯d found that even her luck had an endpoint. She had two Pok¨¦mon, 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! 21 – Keeping Promises 21 ¨C Keeping Promises 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 toe 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 Pok¨¦mon. All the sesses 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 veryfy 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 shethered Brandy¡¯s arms with soap to get the grass stains off. Sparky rolled her eyes at thepleteck 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 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 d you lost,¡± Calcine said as she moved to soap up Brandy¡¯s tangled hair. The short red spikes loved to be 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 withughter. 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.¡± ---- 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 Pok¨¦bucks 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¡¯llst 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¡¯te 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 herb 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 here out of there full of smiles. She¡¯d really been banking a lot on clearing this Gym first shot. Willow adjusted her sses, 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 toe back and try again soon. Not going to get ourselves cklisted.¡± ¡°Good. I still rmend 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 copse.¡± ¡°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 iled 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 il 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. --- The Pok¨¦center was busy. A few groups of trainers were getting their Pok¨¦mon 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 beentely. 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 Pok¨¦mon in one spot. Brandy had gotten kicked out of the Pok¨¦center her fair share while growing up trying to sneak looks. It felt almost heretical to being 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 epted 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 Pok¨¦mon. 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 ce 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 ident? 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 Pok¨¦mon with red-tipped ears and a sticky ster 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 Pok¨¦mon. 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 lovelypliment. I enjoy being smart,¡± Calcine said, beating her chest. ¡°Not apliment!¡± 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! Howe 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 thepletely undeserving. Character building sucks! 22 – A Taste of Maple 22 ¨C A Taste of Maple Pok¨¦mon Centers aimed to be a one-stop ce for services that helped facilitate the bonds between Pok¨¦mon and Humans. The dining areas were often a popr 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 Pok¨¦-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 essories for Trainers and Pok¨¦mon 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 mostmon reason a Trainer had to enter the Pok¨¦mon Center. Thefy private bedrooms were for people who''d overdone it. All it took was a press of a call button on the Pok¨¦dex, and the Center would send someone to pick them up. Pok¨¦mon 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 andpeted 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 ssmate had deliberately sought the strongest Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon manning the reception desk for the Rest Area. Brandy was usually fantastic with identifying Pok¨¦mon 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 giantdybug, 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 ssmate?" 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 Pok¨¦mon that put them in here. We''re all for encouraging rtionships 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 Pok¨¦mon, but this one had a more reassuring edge to her. Maybe for people who were a little nervous? Or just wanted a perfectpanion 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 ce 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. --- "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 thest, 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 herp and a big pink nket 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 ss 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''dst seen her, Maple was half covered in mud and still rolling off the highs of multiple orgasms from a big dicked Gr Rapidash. Moreposed, 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 toe 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 ss!" "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 red at Sparky, but the Joltik ignored her to keep up thepliments. "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 Rtions that Brandy had somewhat gotten lost researching, and Maple had needed toe 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 toe 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 n 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," Mapleughed, 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 rmend 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 Pok¨¦mon already. I still need to start," she said quickly, changing the topic as she gripped her nket. 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 allplicated, 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 Pok¨¦mon? 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 apliment, but she would take it as one. Her first Maplepliment. Maybe they''d be 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. 23 – Open Crush 23 ¨C Open Crush 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 d about it. ¡°I still don¡¯t believe Calcine is real,¡± Maple says, fullying out of her nket shell to y 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 Al¡¯ 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 Pok¨¦mon. 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 p, 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 ruleing 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 herp, 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 shbacks to Mercury if you used this on me,¡± Maple said, slipping a hand under Sparky¡¯sp and sneaking in a squeeze on her crotch. All four of Pok¨¦mon¡¯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 Pok¨¦mon,¡± Maple grins. ¡°Just because you¡¯re ahead of me doesn¡¯t mean I¡¯m going to let you ck off.¡± Brandy looks at Sparky and bites her bottom lip. It was awfully tempting, and there was no question she owed them. Mapleughs 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.¡± ¡°Pok¨¦mon 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 beingzy 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 herp and back onto Brandy¡¯s. ¡°Take your cute partner and shoo now. I¡¯lle 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 beforeying 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 Pok¨¦-mom?¡± Sparky says, and Brandy can see that dreaded mischievous smile form. ¡°What?¡± Maple raises an eyebrow. ¡°Pok¨¦-mom? Who says that?¡± Brandy ps 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 Pok¨¦-mom?¡± Maple says with obvious amusement. ¡°It¡¯s been lovely! BYE!¡± --- 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 yful bites oddly. Brandy let Sparky chew away as she stood on tiptoes, trying to spot Calcine. The ce was packed, and as tall as Brandy, there were a lot of bigger Pok¨¦mon. 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 Pok¨¦-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 ce was bing a crush zone. One nurse was on top of the desk, hiding under the wing of an owl Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦dex 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon with a nk 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,nding 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 ce 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 dpress 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, iling her legs to find a footing, but she wasn¡¯t on solid ground right now, so they just pped 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 regr-sized human, maybe a few years older than Brandy, with tanned skin and a blue baseball cap over some short-cropped brte 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 exin 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 disy 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 Pok¨¦mon with stubby horns anywhere. Had she gone outsidepletely? 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 Pok¨¦mon 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. Remiughed 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! 24 – No Good Deed 24 ¨C No Good Deed 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 y 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 giantdy. ¡°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 me 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 Pok¨¦mon with a thick mane of fur and striped skin that¡¯d slugged a Krabby. The w 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 alwayse 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 thenncing 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 projectilees 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 herpound 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 pped 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 squealse 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 yelles 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 toe 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 res 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.¡± 25 – Getting All Jelly 25 ¨C Getting All Jelly 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 thisfy 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 iled 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!¡± Brandyy there instead, staring up at the sky. Rolling her head, she realized she was lying in Calcine¡¯sp, the Rock Pok¨¦mon 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 st of Water Gun. ¡°Yeah,e 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 asnky 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¡¯dplete the sporty tomboy look. Or she could get Sparky¡¯s curves and be 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 Pok¨¦mon now. That¡¯s so cool, right?¡± Sparky gave her another smack, the ripples flowing out over her body to meet the onesing back and making everything shake. ¡°I could do this all day.¡± ¡°Stop, stop, stop... Remi, what do you call this?¡± ¡°Forey?¡± the giant Brandy said with a shrug. ¡°No! Sparky, stop sshing me. It tingles!¡± Sparky looked at Brandy as if he was mad, raising her arms again for another p. 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, wing at Brandy¡¯s hand to get her to stop, but to no effect, as her hands just sunk right into the flesh. Being pped 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, Remiughing 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 veryplicated 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 somehownd 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 Pok¨¦mon.¡± Sparky snorted, Calcine biting her bottom lip as she looked down at Brandy. Her orange eyes glowed brighter briefly in a sh 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 Pok¨¦mon.¡± ¡°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 smallke right now if they could. ¡°Well, maybe...¡± All three of them burst intoughter, 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 imed 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 rtionship. 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 be a lot.¡± Brandy bit her lip. Wait a minute. ¡°So if you had a lot of Pok¨¦mon 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 top 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, Pok¨¦mon 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. 26 – Full Circle 26 ¨C Full Circle It¡¯d been nice to have two shoulders to lean on to get home. Brandy might have some of that Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦-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 fightfy 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 iled 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 Pok¨¦-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 t across it, as she stared intently at Brandy and her Pok¨¦-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 Pok¨¦mon 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-ck 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 herugh with a hand as Brandy re 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.¡± Scoriaughed 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 Pok¨¦-mom got to warming tes 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 Pok¨¦dex 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 Pok¨¦dex 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 me 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?¡± Sparkyughed. ¡°Everyone¡¯s tall to you.¡± ¡°O-hoo! Big talk from the t 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 Pok¨¦dex out of her hand. It sailed through the air back to Scoria, who caught it in one hand as she finisheddling pasta onto the tes 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 me 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 itcked 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 simr n 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 Pok¨¦-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. 27 – Just Desserts (18+) 27 ¨C Just Desserts (18+) 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 Pok¨¦-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 Pok¨¦mon 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 shey 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 rmended. 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 y? Brandy chewed her lip as she let Sparky y 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.¡± Nonmittal. 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 deted 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 hermitment 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, nting 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 t 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 Pok¨¦-mom had thrown a bunch more pillows on it; no shock there that she¡¯d seen all thising. 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 canpensate 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 Galvant?¡± ¡°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?¡± Calcineughed, 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 ps 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 ept 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¡¯sp, 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 reallypensated. ¡°For now, I got two evolutions to your one.¡± Calcine huffed. ¡°You¡¯re just enjoying a head-start.¡± ¡°You¡¯ve not seen a Galvant 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 isme. 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.¡± 28 – Bringing the Thunder (18+) 28 ¨C Bringing the Thunder (18+) 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. Sparkyid 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 yfully 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''tck 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 toin, 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 stimtion 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,nguid 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-ck 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 thered 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" Brandyughed, stroking her cheek in Calcine''s ck 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 keptpping, thering 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 toe 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''spletely incoherentints. "Lea taught it to me! A quick jolt to increase sensitivity! Cool, right?" "Lea''s a Gym Trainer who''s probably fucked more Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon?" 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 thending 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. Rx her some." Sparky got up to Brandy''s burbled protest. "Come on. This is aftercare." "You broke her. I am meless 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-nted 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 Pok¨¦mon." 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 Brandyter. 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. 29 – Pawmi Will Play (18+) 29 ¨C Pawmi Will y (18+) 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 dying that. "Brandy don''t got ''em. " Sparky cackles. She gets her hair pulled for thatment, squeaking as Calcine drags her head up so she can narrow her eyes at her. "Rough y? 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 ssy as she drifted off in whatever overstimted 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 Pok¨¦mon. 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 top 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 stimtion. 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 herter 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 sshed 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!" Calcineughed 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 itpletely 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 pped 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 Pok¨¦-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." "A, 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. Brandyughed 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 epted." "Well, how rude," Brandy huffed. "Calcine, can you keep doing this? I''m going to get on Sparky and make her ept 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 ne 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. 30 – Paid in Full (18+) 30 ¨C Paid in Full (18+) 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 theck of nning 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. Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 forter. "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 shamelesspliments 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!" Sparkyughed, rocking her hips to make her hardening cock p 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 woulde. 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 ns, 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 anyeback 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 ityered 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 Pok¨¦mon went deeper and further. "You''re mine," Sparky growled as she pulled back and mmed 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 wereing off the Joltik''s fur, too, not unpleasant when they lept tond on Brandy''s thighs. Like a yful 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 pping 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," Sparkyughed, "I''ll make you regret that. I''m not holding back." The throbbing of Sparky''s cock was enough of a sign it wasing 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 thest. She screamed, losing all control of her body as the pleasure threatened to ovee her. Brandy fell forward onto Sparky, her chest bouncing off Spark''s blissed out looking face. Shey 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 thenplimented 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 apetition now, you''ll need both of us in there." She was going to regret this in the morning. She just knew it. 31 – No Regrets (One Regret) 31 ¨C No Regrets (One Regret) 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 Pok¨¦-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 oddlyforting. 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 yed 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 time with Brandy finally soothed some of Brandy''s fears. 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 gripforting 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 muchst night." "I worked really hardst 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, pping the cheeks of it. It was sore. She''d pounded it enoughst 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 regr Pok¨¦mon stuff. You wouldn''t understand." "Absolutely nothing you two do is regr. 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 dateter. 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 zing 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 date''s going to be great." --- 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 teamter. Was that good for a date? Going on a date, eying up other Pok¨¦mon felt like she''d get in trouble, but it might be fun. Thest 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 orb 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 overst 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 overst 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 Pok¨¦mon. 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-nted into the table with a thud and put her hands on top of her head. Oh no. Oh noooooo. 32 – Pancakes and Maple Syrup 32 ¨C Pancakes and Maple Syrup "It''s not so bad," Calcine said, voice lowered so Willow didn''t hear. She patted Brandy''s spiky red hair as shey face down on the table. "At least you didn''t have sex with her." "Thanks, Calcine," Brandy mumbled, doing her best to be one with the table, so she didn''t have to deal with what wasing. "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 impable, 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 incrediblyfy, and some expensive-looking clean-cut jeans. She had an umbre folded up under her arm. Someone had said it would rain today, butst 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?" Be 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 spat 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 hade back to life. "Are you okay? You sound ... uh ..." "Oh, it''s fine," Sparkyughed, 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 loudst 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 Maplees 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 weing." "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 shees to get breakfast too, Mrs. Haze." "Oh, you''re right," Maple''s mother said, tapping her chin with the spat 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 d 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 cor, 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 me 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 aplete 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. Wee to my house." Brandy iled 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 me 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 ofughter. "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''tst. "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 deted. "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 yful 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 tes. "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 tomunicate 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 thest one, sorry. I couldn''t resist." "If we''re going to talk sex, how about you tell me about yourst 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 sexpetition 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 unconsciousst 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 doingtely. "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! 33 – Pitter Patter 33 ¨C Pitter Patter 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 cor, which Brandy would have enjoyed if she could have gotten near it. Calcine and Sparky were nking her, each with their head on it as they hid under her umbre. Maple had an umbre 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 tough at the sight of three people trying to share one umbre. "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 Umbre. 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 Brandyst 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 peopleugh between a few gooey moments of genuine fondness. Clearly, she needed more practice or less terrible partners. "You want me to tell you what''sing up?" Brandy said, ducking her shoulder to make it easier for Sparky to lean against it. It was an ufortable 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 ident, 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 ns for herst binding ball. "I''m hoping to talk about the thirdter 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 n it out beforehand, I might resist capturing the first cute Pok¨¦mon Ie 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 toe down yet. Luring them was a real challenge; even if you seeded, 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 umbre 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,ughing 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 sshing 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 weing at school," Maple said, fidgeting with the umbre''s handle. "I know it''s a bitte, 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 Pok¨¦-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 outeryer. 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 nned. Because this could go pretty badly. --- "No way," Maple said, "I''ll freeze my chest off." "You gotta!" Brandy said, gesturing to theke. "Water Pok¨¦mon won''te 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 nning; 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 youing all this way, do this," Maple said, giving Calcine her Umbre before peeling up her shirt. "But if there''s nothing in there, I''m allowed to drown Brandy." "No," Calcine said, pulling the umbre 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 logyer 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''sbreath caught as they saw her with nothing but a bra on. They didn''t make that noise for her! "Wow, you are gifted. Your Pok¨¦-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 reallyprehend it. Falinks were pretty weird even for Pok¨¦mon, 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 moremon, 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 Pok¨¦mon in there?" "Ny 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. 34 – Fishy Business 34 ¨C Fishy Business "So, was this a n to drown Maple?" Sparky asked as she sat beside Brandy. Brandy just ignored her. She had a campfire to build! Luckily this ce was a nice firece 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 n there too. Calcine was holding onto her umbre and huddling right in the middle. Her legs curled up to her chest so they wouldn''t get sshed 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 Pok¨¦mon." "They are not my type!" Brandy says, only half lying. They were, but weren''t all Pok¨¦mon? 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 ufortable, 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, bute 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 Umbre and dropping her in under it so they could shield Calcine''s sides by huddling up to her. The efforts to make her morefortable 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 andying her head on her chest as she watched out over theke. "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 yfully 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 yful 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 be relentlessly horny." Sparkyughed. "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 be 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 exin 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 keptunching 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 iled under her arm. "Exin!" "I just repelled her," Brandy said, her exnation 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 Pok¨¦mon didn''t fight their first Pok¨¦mon, 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 apletely 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 deration 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 ce, 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 sshing around them as they tasted each other''s tongues. "Well, they''repatible," 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 practiceter" 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 ttering 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 thepliment, 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 youe here a minute, please? You could be of some help" Maple''s voice was sharine 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 wasmitted, 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. 35 – Pumped Up (18+) 35 ¨C Pumped Up (18+) Brandy approached Mahi like she was going to her execution, wading into the water slowly as the rain sshed around her. Calcine and Sparky had helped her strip down to her underwear with some yful 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...st time." Brandy pawed her hands together; if she wasn''t already cold from the water, she''d have been sweating. Mapleid 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 prettyfy, 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 popr, 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 popr for more shy people who need a little help to be outgoing, or in Maple''s case, for Trainers who''d love a confident Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 tough 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon''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 sted 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 uncontrobly 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 in 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 nning. 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 cacklingughter 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 wasughing so severely that she was in danger of drowning. "Where did you even get that!" Brandy spluttered. "Pok¨¦mon 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 viin! You can''t capture her! She''ll take over the world." Maple kissed Mahi''s cheek. "Perfect, that was my n all along." 36 – Warm Fuzzies 36 ¨C Warm Fuzzies 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 hadid 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 me 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 Pok¨¦mon had Brandy rxing 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''sp as her muscr arms cradled Brandy. "I''m all wet. Sorry." "Shhh," Calcine shuffled Brandy to get them morefortable 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 me 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 sshed in her fur as she used her body to save her work with the fire from the spray. "Deserve worse! Such a Pok¨¦mon 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 pration." "It was lovely," Calcine said, squeezing Brandy''s thighs with firm, hot fingers until Brandy moaned loudly and wiggled in herp 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 me blossomed over one of therger 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 herp, 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 herp, sparks popping in her fur from all the rubbing as she gotfortable. "A Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon, 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''sp. The mes 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 ying 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 bnce out that horrible chemical ndness 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 herp as they cheered together. Calcine didn''t join in, but she did grab hold of the umbre. Sparky and Brandy led a full-on cheer section for Maple as she sshed in the water with Mahi, and it wasn''t long before a great rushing cut through the air, and an arc of water sted out from the pond and up towards the campfire. Calcine shifted the umbre to catch it as it mmed 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. --- It''d taken a while for Maple and Mahi to wind down ande 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 thepliment. "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 Pok¨¦mon," Sparky defended her honor, hand over her heart. "And she''s relentless! Won''t leave us alone. Get so much sex I''m d 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 nned for Brandy." Mahi shrugged, sharing a look with Maple. "I think we got ns," 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 ns 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. 37 – Brandy’s Type 37 ¨C Brandy¡¯s Type 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 umbre 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-rtionship 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 rtionships, 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 sharefort over the terror of the Joltik apocalypse before continuing, "You have one binding ball left, Brandy. Are you looking for anything in particr? We could use someone with some Soft Moves. Is there any Pok¨¦mon, in particr, 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 snakedy 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 umbre 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 cannd 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 Pok¨¦-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 Pok¨¦mon." "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 Pok¨¦mon, she was pretty sure Mercury would take them apart. The Gr 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 Sparky," Calcine offered. "Bug is her weakness. We''d stand a shot if we exploit that." 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?" "nning," Brandy said. "We''d need a good n 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!" Sparkyughed, "If you can resist not charging at a gorgeous Fairy Pok¨¦mon, that''s huge. Usually, you get all stupid around pretty Pok¨¦mon. " "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 apliment, isn''t it? Shoot," "Idiot," Calcine said, ruffling Brandy''s hair inmiseration. "But our idiot!" Sparky pped Brandy''s butt. "Tall, hot, and stupid. We got lucky." "I take it back. I''m going to find a Pok¨¦mon 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. 38 – It’s Always Tea Time 38 ¨C It¡¯s Always Tea Time It was strange to see Calcine get excited, but there was no other way to exin how they acted as they approached the outskirts of Turrfield. She had a bounce in her step as she hid under the umbre, and Sparky and Brandy were both getting bumped by the hard Rock Pok¨¦mon. They''d had to hug her to stop her from giving bruises, bouncing along with her, and sshing 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 ns Calcine actually had. Turrfield wasn''t exactly a big ce. If not for all the local mines, it likely wouldn''t even have a Gym, and Pok¨¦-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 Pok¨¦mon, 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 waspletely 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 Pok¨¦-center, which meant if she''d made date ns, 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 ce 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 Pok¨¦-mom had been after who also loved books, and it''d just stuck around after that shameless lure. Even by Turrfield standards, the ce was quaint, a house made of different colored bricks with a mossy te roof that shone from the rain. Large windows were trimmed with immactely 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 ce. "Pretty & Pip Tea Room? Oh, this is so cheesy." "It''s nice," Calcine said, "ssic for the area." "I was expecting something sexy!" Sparky bumped her head against Calcine''s chest. "I''m making ns next time. You suck" "Let''s try it first," Brandy said, ruffling Sparky''s hair. "I could go for cute and rxed. Warm tea and afy 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." --- 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 withfy looking cushions arranged around a huge center table with a white cloth. More like a mini banquet, with silver trays with bell-like coversid 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, Pok¨¦mon and Human, both looking very cute in matching maid outfits. Not the puffy, frilly kind, but more utilitarian. For the human woman, a simple ck 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 ster 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. Pok¨¦mon 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 partnerid a hand on her chest, speaking a lot more as a maid should. Calm and professional. "Thank you foring 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 Pok¨¦-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 regr hotness. Unlike Brandy. Look, she''s drooling." Brandy pped 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. Getfortable!" Pip said with a p, 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 rtionships, and we think we''ve helped plenty a lot grow closer here." "That''s the n," 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 Pok¨¦mon 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." Prettyughed 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. Getfortable! We''ll guide you through things as we go." Calcine had to tug Brandy over to a seat, the Trainer pping 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 im the other side wedging Brandy between them. Pip found it funny,ughing politely into her hand as she opened up the trays to reveal a lot of little cakes. Puffy treats with a thickyer of icing and a colorful berry nted 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 relentlesslypping 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 bnce 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 copsed onto herp, 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 Pok¨¦mon wasn''t that heavy a weight on her, and she''d finally found someone with a tter 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 Pok¨¦mon, Brandy just let herself rx. 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! 39 – Special Maid Service (18+) 39 ¨C Special Maid Service (18+) 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¡¯sp 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 bnce. She kept from falling entirely off Brandy by iling her arms, but as her butt slid out along Brandy¡¯sp, 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 rtionship building. I think Pretty likes tall, athletic girls.¡± Pretty gives a thumbs up as she getsfortable, 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 Pok¨¦mon who didn¡¯t know how to handle herself. ¡°Brandy¡¯s learning fast. Holy shit,¡± Sparky said, awed. ¡°Do me? Do me?¡± ¡°Do you what?¡± ¡°Aw, 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 mes and make a bonfire!¡± She wanted to, she really did, but Brandy was trying to look after her own Pok¨¦mon¡¯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 Brandyid. ¡°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, bncing 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. Pipughed 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 morepliments, and Brandy didn¡¯t mindying 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 thating 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 fakeughed. 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¡¯sp 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 momente together. Likeing up with aplex date n 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 m 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 ce. ¡°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, pping a hand over Brandy¡¯s mouth. Brandy just spoke around her fingers,ughing 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 wasughing at the pair, her ears bobbing as she shook her head. ¡°Too much sharing! You need to save some forter. 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.¡± 40 – Making a Meal of it (18+) 40 ¨C Making a Meal of it (18+) 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 sshes 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 zing 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 cuppletely as her toes curled. "Fuck, Pretty mercy!" "Nah!" the Scorbunny barked with augh, 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 yfully over Brandy''s clit before exploring deeper, pressing Brandy apart with a zing 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 justid 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 bncing 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 be a Trainer?" Brandy waved her hand at the Scorbunny, furiously eating her out as if this answered the question perfectly. "Oh,e 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 Pok¨¦mon. 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 mes. "I guess, well. Okay, it''s not just I love Pok¨¦mon. 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 Pok¨¦mon are so helpful." "Well, maybe she needs to be taken down a peg." Brandy said, ying 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 ster on Pretty''s nose. It wasn''t actually a ster! 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?" Prettyps 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 ufortable 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 toe 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 mbered up her to sit in herp. 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 myp, 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''sp. 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. Pok¨¦mon weren''t meant to be Trainers, but Brandy was pretty sure no Pok¨¦mon needed guidance fucking anyway. This was just Calcine enjoying her Fire side again. Devious minx! 41 – Bunny Hop (18+) 41 ¨C Bunny Hop (18+) "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 Pok¨¦mon 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 ying 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 Pok¨¦mon''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 getsfy 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 Pok¨¦mon being kind of terrible to her but in a fun way. The idea that there were Pok¨¦mon out there who were actually honest and unabashedly kind was almost unbelievable. She''d been Pok¨¦mon 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 ck sclera. It could have been an intimidating gaze, but Pretty''snky body and big, goofy smile made it impossible to find it anything but oddly cute. Pretty wastched 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 fieryfort to it, like sitting beside a roaring fire. It was making Brandy sweat a little, though having a scorchingly hot girl in herp 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 ying 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 copsed under its weight, sshing 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 yful 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 disy of incredible endurance. Brandy could see Sparky''s cock pressed up against her stomach as Pip worked her magic, licking up everyst 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 rtionship 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 Pok¨¦mon, 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." Prettyughed and bounced in Brandy''sp, 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''sp. 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 herp, shaking in her seat. "Here, let me help," Calcine says as she stands up behind brandy''s chair and ces 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 herp, 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? me 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 mmed herself into Brandy''s pussy. There was no tenderness here. Brandy was thankfully worked up plenty, so it wasn''t apletely dry fuck, but she felt it should have hurt a lot more. Was this the lesson? Was she bing 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 Brandyid. 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 learn, 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 herp hard enough to make flesh p 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 andforting, 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. 42 – Roly-Cozy 42 ¨C Roly-Cozy 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 Pok¨¦mon Center earlier." Pip said, somehow looking ssy 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 Pok¨¦mon being sneaks." Pipughed, "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 rarelyplimented Brandy for being tall. It was a pleasant change. Usually, it was all height jokes, or even worse, people mistaking her for a very nd Pok¨¦mon. 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. Pok¨¦mon 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 rtionship with that minx of a Water Pok¨¦mon. 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?" Pipughed. "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 justughed 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''sp 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 nned 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-ck 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 pped at Calcine''s hand. It was already gone, shing 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!" Calcineughed, 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 Pok¨¦dex. Shining skin could only really be one thing. "Rock Polish. You acted like Lapidary, being a Trainer, and got her move. You nned 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 lovelypliment from the most biased woman in the world." "Hey, I''m the most qualified, surely. I find all Pok¨¦mon 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 pressing into her thigh. 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 .... cor? 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," Pipughed. "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 stimtion. 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. 43 – Letting Sparks Fly 43 ¨C Letting Sparks Fly Huddling under the umbre 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 justughed 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 iling 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''tst 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 fastertely, but Pretty''s bouncing still left her muscles sore. "I want a new Move too," Sparky said, but she''d softened, just being petnt 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, pping 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 buting 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 Pok¨¦-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 Pok¨¦mon 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 augh. 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 stockingsbo. 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 talldy. 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 shed 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 nced 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 aforting squeeze as Sparky took a knee and rubbed one of Brandy''s legs. She pointed to a Pok¨¦mon walking by with shopping bags, raising the leg of Brandy''s cargo pants. "Hey, you!" The Pok¨¦mon 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 cor? Oh, hell yeah!" 44 – Sporting a New Look 44 ¨C Sporting a New Look Brandy had hit the Turrfield gym far too early, but she felt she was catching herself up on the experience she''dcked. 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 bncing 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 ss 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 y at that game. "Oh, I liked volleyball, but Sparky is the one who loves it." Brandy lied, the wordsing 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 Pok¨¦mon who came to our games was mom''s, and they mainly just yelled." Sparky looked wistful, Calcine also tilted her head in thought. Kara politelyughed, "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 ce people didn''t know so many embarrassing stories about her. Kara was finishing one of those stories up as she undid a bright red cor 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 herst 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 cor 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 ying pretend, you know. One be the Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon did you pretend to be?" "No way, no way! I''m not answering! Pick your cor!" "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 red 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 maic 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 herugh. "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." Karaughed. "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 thatbo. 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 nning. I improvise. You can tell me the n 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." Sparkyughed 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 exin that to Kara''s manager. "nning then?" Brandy said to Calcine, taking her arm. "I got some ideas, though they''ll rely on Sparky to pull it all together." "nning," Calcine agreed, "And checking you''re ready to get fucked that badly if the whole n 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? 45 – Changing Places 45 ¨C Changing ces 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 andfortable, 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 cor. 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 n 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''tpete 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 acy 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-ck skin. A warm red heat on her cheeks, like her skin was about to catch ame. "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," Calcineughed. Brandyughed 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 forpliments 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, t as hell for a Pok¨¦mon. Hardly fair that. "Put the skirt on," Calcine said, "and tell me about how Sparky fits into the n 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 bnce. 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 couldbo up to pull it off. Calcine looked more resigned than enthusiastic about the n, 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 nked 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 Calcinee in to push her off bnce, 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 saledy said as she chewed her bottom lip. "Oh! Fucking too. Should Ie 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,e 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 Pok¨¦mon? 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 yourpliments are, so bring your A-game." 46 – Cherry Brandy 46 ¨C Cherry Brandy Lapidary''s name couldn''t have been worth as much as Calcine sshed 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 Pok¨¦mon got asional bits of cash from the government to encourage them to spend it. After all, the more they visited ces 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 seemedfortable 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 ce, 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''tst 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 chocte 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 umbre 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 d she wasn''t getting wet. Calcine trying to sneak a hand up her skirt was not helping the rxing, but Brandy wouldn''tin. She had warm fingers, and she was only being yful. 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 chocte 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''sp 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 herp, 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 girlfriendster." "Cherry?" Calcine says, "That''s a new name." It was a name Brandy hadn''t really expected toe 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 nted the seed of the idea, but it hadn''t gone away when they''d parted. Brandy really hade 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 chocte 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 ss 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 currentlycked 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 Sparkyughed like it was the funniest idea in the world that they were the idiots here. All her res did nothing but make theugh harder until Sparky was weeping in herp, 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 chocte in a pathetic sulk. "Calcine look at this thief!" Sparky gasped. "Shameless" Calcine said, her lip bit to stop herself fromughing too hard. Brandy raised the straw and blew a bit of hot chocte at Calcine, the hot drink barely bothering her as it sshed off her bare arms. "Wow!" Sparky said, "Wow, wow. We pushed her too far. Sorry, Brandy," Sparky stoppedughing 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 herp 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 maic 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 oveid with her own, aforting 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 disy. 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." "A," 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 n. You''ll see." "It is?" Sparky said, "Any n 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. 47 – Training is for the Birds 47 ¨C Training is for the Birds It''d been a few days since they went shopping. While Mercury remained elusive, there was never a shortage of Pok¨¦mon 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.
"Lenna" the Sirfetch''d
Height: 5'' 6"
Type: Fighting
Failed Captures: 21
Moves Discovered: Brutal Swing ??? Iron Defense Leer Sand Attack
When this Pok¨¦mon''s leek withers, it will retire frombat. Don''t tease them about it. They don''t find it funny.
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 Pok¨¦mon, 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 st. "Ugh, so annoying! Stop blocking!" Sparky yelled as she curled her finger to summon up some more webbing. Lenna wasn''t a very tall Pok¨¦mon, 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 nket they''d made for the yellow lizard Pok¨¦mon. 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. Theck of a Trainer really showed with this pair. Sure, Brandy''s Pok¨¦mon 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 nket almost immediately. Two on one should have been easy, but what the Sirfetch''dcked in teamwork, they more than made up for with style. They were a nightmare in closebat, and their shield gave them a massive advantage against range. Brandy''s team''sck of soft moves was once again proving trouble. A Smokescreen from Calcine could help themnd 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 andncing 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 y 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!" Lennaughed, "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 thesedies 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 betterpany." "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,shing out with her Leek sword to batter Calcine out of the way. Brandy squeezed close to Calcine as the blow came in, and mes licked across her hands as the blownded, 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 Pok¨¦mon when it came to taking hits still, and the shock left her skin tingling ufortably. But Calcine had followed through, wrapping an arm around the leek and letting mes y 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 pped against her shoulders and pulled her right off her feet. "Got her!" Sparkyughed, 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 n," 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, betweenughing 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, whoughed 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 Sirfetch''d 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 Pok¨¦mon just because Calcine finds muscles hot." "What? I don''t find Pok¨¦mon 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''tpensating for anything." Sparky found that so funny she got hups. 48 – A Knight to Remember (18+) 48 ¨C A Knight to Remember (18+) 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 Pok¨¦mon''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 Pok¨¦mon 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''se free with an unpleasantly gooey-sounding tear before a hand pped 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 havee 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 sttered against her like warm candle wax and sizzled against her flesh, hot enough it made Brandy squirm. "You don''t have to y 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 ze 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 disys do not affect me!" Lenna said as she squeezed Brandy''s leg even harder. "I will remain strong." It was such a tant lie. Lenna''s chest rose and fell rapidly as she panted, her feathers well and truly ruffled. "She always does this," Lizzyughed. "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 couldfortably wrap around. A thick pir 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 p 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 p 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 be more natural. "Then let''s break her," Calcine said and pulled Brandy''s hands off Lenna''s feathered body and ced 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 ns out the window. She knew Pok¨¦mon 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 stimtion 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 y 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 Pok¨¦mon. "Beg Lizzy too," Brandy mumbled as shepped 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 rx 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 p 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 n 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 Pok¨¦mon Brandy had met was crazy hung. Maybe that''s where all the heights went. "You''re both very yellow," Lenna said and faltered after thatme 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 d Calcine saw her n here. Shamelesspliments. 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 everypliment building up just as high as Lenna''s own orgasm. "Stop! No morepliments!" 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 red, 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. 49 – Big-D*ck Energy (18+) 49 ¨C Big-D*ck Energy (18+) 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 nted down on Lenna''s abs. Brandy gave Calcine''s stubby horns a gentle pat. "Ugh, I can feel even that." Poor Calcine. Brandy was d 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, res 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 ces. 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. Sheposed 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 pped 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 sh. "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 rtionship. 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 pped 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 toe between friends. Sparky and Brandy got back to kissing, Brandy getting to tug on Sparky''s cor 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 n. "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 Pok¨¦mon was already a challenge for Brandy to wear out, two of them she didn''t have a chance. Brandy had Lenna pinned t 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 sensation 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 waspletely 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 regr 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." Calcineughed. She''d pushed up to her elbows and had her head in her hands, legszily 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 nextdy 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 pped her ass, grinning ear to ear. "I''m going to put her in the Pok¨¦-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. 50 – A Hard Day’s Night (18+) 50 ¨C A Hard Day¡¯s Night (18+) Progress felt good. When Sparky first jumped Brandy, they''d both been too excited and iling tost 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''dpletely 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 ces 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." Sparkyughed, 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 ck 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," Calcineughed. She''d been happy to watch it all, legs kicking the air as shey on her front. "Your fault for trying to paint herpletely" "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 re 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 Pok¨¦mon she''d met with one, she used it to p Brandy''s ass as she went, her flesh ringing as the thick ck tail bounced off, Sparkyughing as the very tip of the tail curled to kiss her stomach. "Tail Whip! Cool. Can we im 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 mmed 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 ck 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 Pok¨¦mon Moves. Her vision slowly returned to normal as her mind cleared. She had to face the monumental cock she was busy giving themest 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, pping 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 dly 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 particrly 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 d she''d got Sparky''s shoulder to bite because, for all Lenna ims, 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 b 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 bncing 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 probablye 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 gentlest 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," Brandyughed, 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." Lennaughed, "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 ns 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 Pok¨¦mon 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. 51 – Text Adventure 51 ¨C Text Adventure Going to sleep in a pile of Pok¨¦mon 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 Calciney 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 her hair was matted, and touching things was 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 Pok¨¦mon, 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 Pok¨¦-dex was in the side pocket, a slightly scuffed hand-me-down from her human mother. Fenny''s job had her getting a new Pok¨¦dex every year, and Brandy always got her old one. You''d think only a year with a Pok¨¦dex meant she''d get it brand new, but Fenny was as bad as her Pok¨¦-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 Pok¨¦mon 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 creamter, 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 Pok¨¦dex 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 Pok¨¦mon, 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 n a third capture after their Mercury ns 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 Pok¨¦mon. 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 Pok¨¦mon, 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''tpletely 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 Dex, 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 umbre 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 ented 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 be 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 ites to Pok¨¦mon. Now stop talking to me and make them breakfast or something! They did a flurry of goodbyes to each other. It was pointless to exin they''d all trapped her. She''d just getughed 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 Pok¨¦dex. 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 in swimsuits and concentrate. She asked which beaches she should visit if she had ns 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. "Ady finds her manners when she''s properly fucked senseless." "Thanks for going on easy me then. I enjoy being able to walk." Lenna pped 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. 52- Berry Good Deductions 52- Berry Good Deductions
"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.
Sparky''s Pok¨¦dex 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 re. "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 thest 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 Pok¨¦mon were a lot easier to handle as they forgot any ns and just went for the meal they hadid 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 Pok¨¦-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.
¡°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 bes warmer, letting it move much faster to make up for it.
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 Pok¨¦-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 n 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 herst spotted location, east of Turrfield, going towards the bridge over to Hulberry. The problem was all the light woond and open fields surrounding Turrfield. There wasn''t a vast amount of cover for Wild Pok¨¦mon to hide in, but the sheer size of thend helped them out there instead. You had to walk far off the beaten path to find the more reclusive Pok¨¦mon, 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 ces. Near major routes or in catching hotspots. She was the kind of Wild Pok¨¦mon 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 Gr Rapidash, she was so fast she could easily slip by them if they weren''t careful, so Brandy was glued to her Pok¨¦-dex waiting for updates while they made their way to thest 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 Pok¨¦-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 Pok¨¦mon 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 arge chest, because of course she did. Brandy wasn''t bitter about that. Every Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon said, tilting her head. "She''s not in a uniform, and she looks more like she''s out looking for a Partner?" Smart, or sock-a-daisy she doesn''t even care. Either way, Brandy was impressed at her level of cool. "Kind of," Brandy said, pping 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 badtely." Sparky nodded, crunching thest bits of Berry in her mouth slowly as if that''d somehow make it any less quiet. The bushy-tailed Pok¨¦mon narrowed her eyes at her. "Some Pok¨¦mon are badder than others," Calcine said. "Bug Types, you know they love trouble. You own this ce?" "That''s right," and from everyone''s stares, she wilted, a blushing 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 loveing 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 badtely, is all. I''ll catch them eventually." the Swkovet said, "But if you''re after Mercury, sorry, but someone already came to pick up thedy she was with. A cook I know, likes toe 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 n. "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. 53 – Pokémon Crimes? Elementary! 53 ¨C Pok¨¦mon Crimes? Elementary! "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 newne of Berry bushes as the distracted pair nearly turned back on themselves."Not telling is your thing. I''m happy to exin 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 re. "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 Galvant, 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 strippedpletely 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 ce 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 de 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 bnce 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 toe 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 weirdpliment. 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." Brandyughed, 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 Pok¨¦mon?" 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 Pok¨¦-dex as her Partners sunk deep into thought. "We''re getting distracted," Brandy said, "It''s weird, but we might find something else that exins 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 Pok¨¦-center. "Or because they''re ravenously hungry." Brandy finished. "So a Snox." 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 Pok¨¦mon to steal a bunch of nuts. Could be spite," Brandy said. "Not every Trainer is lovely like me?" "Aw,e on, Brandy!" Sparky punched Brandy''s arm yfully. "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 Pok¨¦-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 t because something ttened 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 exin the hunger too! "So we can follow it," Brandy grinned. "If it''s ttened out the ground, we just follow theck 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! 54 – Two Sweet 54 ¨C Two Sweet Calcine''s Rock Polish Move made following the smoothed-out trail of the rolling Pok¨¦mon an effortless task. Part of the Move seemed to be the ability to sense thepactness 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 shy and immediately impactful. Everyone knew that a Hyper Beam or Boomburst couldpletelyy out even the most formidable Pok¨¦mon 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 bes 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 thepact 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 walked 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 Pok¨¦mon. The Pok¨¦mon was wrapped in a colorful yellow and ck 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 ck, 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 Pok¨¦mon had going on, brown one half and ck 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 ck 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?" Herugh was lovely, a rather sweet tinkling thing. It was hard to think of her as a criminal when she exuded friendly, yful energy. Sparky sat with Shay as she asked. A little wrong-footed, Brandy took a seat by the fire as well, while Calcine ced herself behind Brandy as a 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 thattely." 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 Pok¨¦mon. "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?" Shayughed. "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 toe 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 usation 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 popr 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 rxed about the usation. 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 ying 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 ce. 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 Pok¨¦mon Move that rolled her, she just needed to know what Pok¨¦mon type she was. Taking her Pok¨¦-dex out of the slot in her bag, she took a snap of them.
"Cardia" the Morpeko
Height: 5'' 8"
Type: Electric/Dark
Victories: 43
Moves Discovered: Aura Wheel tter Power Trip Spark Torment
A perfect Pok¨¦mon for chefs, real sweethearts when well-fed. Just make sure they don''t get too hangry.
Well, that solved that mystery. "Sorry, Shay," Brandy said, turning to Shay. "I think Carida''s been stealing food." Shay was pulling her Pok¨¦balls out of her bag, already fingering the opening presser on one. "Shit! Sparky! Web!" 55 – Play With Your Food 55 ¨C y With Your Food Sparky and Brandy had been getting much closertely, 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 Pok¨¦mon, 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. Juste 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 ck boots that Brandy was a little envious of. They looked great for stomping. Her golden eyes shined out from a ck golden bandit mask, framed by ck 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 foxdy looked like she''d take a bite out of anyone who even got near her. "Back off," the fox Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon belt Sparky had bound up in webbing. Was Shay a Dark Ace? "Sharpen your ws, Nic," 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 onest 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 Nic flexed her ws, 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," Nic 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 ns 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 Nic in the weakness right away. Sparky swept a hand out and released a swarm of tiny yellow ticks toward Nic and Shay. Nic 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 Nic''s tail and stroking the fur. A rumble grew in Nic''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 p 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. Nic was itching at her tanned skin, clearly ufortable 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 Nic''s mouth with something before trying again. Well, she had two Pok¨¦mon who''d love to do that. "The Bug girls got nothing. Get in there, Nic," Shay said before raising her voice, "Cardia. GET UP." "Mmmm," Cardia wavedzily. "You''re doing great boss. You don''t need lil'' me." Calcine stepped up as Nicadvanced, tail flicking as she held out her arms, ws 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 sh!" Shay called as Calcine met Nic, the Rock Pok¨¦mon, getting the initial advantage as the ws bit uselessly against hardened skin, arms wrapped around Shay, and dragged her into a firm hug. Before she could start spinning, the ws 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 forey. She''d suffer for that shortly. Calcine had a heat haze around her as she sunk her hands into Nic''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 upied! Thank you, Calcine, you make things easy. Brandy raced over to help, running a hand along Nic''s side. The tanned skin was deliciously smooth under her fingertips, and she couldn''t resist a p of the woman''s cute bubble butt. Nic 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 Nic groan into Calcine''s mouth. With her scratches, Nic 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 ck bream with warm potato sd," 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 Mas 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." 56 – The Fox and the Pound (18+) 56 ¨C The Fox and the Pound (18+) 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 Nic. The fox woman''s ws 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 Nic''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. Nic''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 wonders on her instead. She needed to change it fast. Sparky had utterly lost the initiative. Shay''s open jacket made it easy for her to pull 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 Nic 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 ring 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 shed 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," Cardiaughed. "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 grabbed Sparky''s wrist and moved her aim off, then pulled further to pin Sparky''s arm behind her and bend her over. Sparky''s other arm iled about as she was off bnce, Shay''s hand on her cock steering her so she couldn''t get another shot. "You''re a little devil," Shay purred. "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 Nic." As Calcine threw the panting fox Pok¨¦mon into herp, she lowered her voice as she leaned up to speak in Calcine''s ear. "Smokescreen when Cardiaes 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," Nic 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 Nic take care of you." Brandy was only human. The dripping silk of Nic''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 Nic. Nic smiled at the sudden action, draping her arms over Brandy''s shoulders as she pushed her tongue into Brandy''s mouth. Nic''s ws pricked against Brandy''s back as she dragged them lightly over Brandy''s skin. Brandy groaned at the little spiking res 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 iling 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 y rough!" Cardia squealed, sounding more excited than anything. "Let me up, though. I got a bite of your Trainer to get!" Brandy hoped Calcine didn''t listen. She had her hands full right now as Brandy gripped Nic''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 Pok¨¦mon''s ass and worked at the base of her tail, and the way Nic''s eyes popped open was a very good sign. It was sensitive, so Brandy massaged it mercilessly until Nic scratched her back and moaned into her mouth so loudly it made Brandy''s teeth rattle. Nic 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 corbone 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," Nic 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 Nic''s tail and stroking the hardness there, pressing the surrounding skin. It was driving Nic absolutely wild, and humped herself on Brandy''s thigh, eyes closed as she shivered happily. If Brandy had any doubts she wasn''t doing a good job, Nic''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" Nic 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 Nic''s mouth, pressing the finger between her lips to stop her from talking. "You going to be a good girl for me?" Nic''s golden eyes were wide behind her ck bandit mask as she tried to process this. She clearly wasn''t expecting it, and Brandy saw a sh of excitement in her eyes before she nodded slowly. "Good girl," Brandy growled, kissing Nic hard as she reached out to grab Calcine by the wrist. Nic was a mess in her grip, so turned on by the rough y, she was utterly clueless about the shifting of Brandy''s body. It''d worked! If Shay controlled her Pok¨¦mon through their instincts, then that''s how Brandy could beat her. She could y 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 Nic, 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. Nic, stop being so horny and pin her down!" Nic''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 ck chains raced out of her fingers and up to lock over her arm. "Got to mix it up," Cardiaughed as she finally wiggled free, Calcine''s arm refusing toply 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. "Nic! Show her how good you are!" Shay called, and Brandy''s world sailed away as her head went back. Nic 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 Nic undid her belt and then pped a very stiff cock right down on Brandy''s stomach. ying 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 Nic, and now the fox Pok¨¦mon was all worked up and ready. "I can be better than good," Nic purred as she humped along Brandy, the tip of her cock teasing at Brandy''s skin. "I''m going to be the very best." 57 – Oral Practice Exam (18+) 57 ¨C Oral Practice Exam (18+) It was amazing how expressive golden eyes could be behind a bandit mask. The slight squint Nic 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 foxydy 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 forey, right?" Nic''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 Nic''s ears between her finger and thumb and massaging them. She''d had a lot of fun ying with Pretty''s bunny ears, and Brandy had to hope Nic had the same sweet spots. It was working from the thump of one of Nic''s feet on the ground, her head dipping forward to let Brandy have better ess. 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,ing to a tapered point just short of Nic''s breasts. A roll rippled along it as Nic shivered under the ear petting. Brandy couldn''t catch a break. Even forey was going to be dangerous with this one. "Nic!" came a peppy cry before an arm wrapped around Nic''s chest, and a hand grabbed her throat. Tilting her head up, her tongue dropped over dark fingers. "Don''t y 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 ande to join the party, giving Brandy a wicked grin from over Nic''s shoulder, her red eyes having a mischievous glint even Sparky would be proud of. "Be a good girl Nic," she cooed, pushing a finger into Nic''s mouth and raking it along her tongue, making it flick for Brandy to show it off. Nic had her cock pped right across Brandy''s stomach, and yet that tongue captivated her. "Nice, isn''t it? Shay''s a collector of Pok¨¦mon who are good at eating." "Cardia! More attack less telling them my kinks!"es 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 wasforting. If she did what she had to Brandy, this might be over quicker than she thought. Cardia got a hand on Nic''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,pping 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." Nic was kissing her way down Brandy''s body, her tongue like a snake following her mouth down, snaking across her body, and leaving a glistening trail behind to soothe any idental 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 ck misty chains and a wild look in her glowing orange eyes. "You should finish your food," Brandy said, voice trembling as Nic 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 Nic, steam bleeding out between Calcine''s fingertips as she gave Cardia a full-on burst of heat right to the senses. The ck and purple Pok¨¦mon 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 nning. "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! Nic was almost between her legs, just enjoying ast 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 Nic turn around on her, legs scuttling sideways until Brandy had inverted her kiss. Nic''s fox ears flicked up and down with excitement at getting a little more tail y. "Yes, worship it, and I''ll worship you," Nic 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 y with it, as delightfully fluffy as it was. Instead, she stuffed it under her head as a pillow against the hard ground and grabbed Nic''s butt instead, drawing her over Brandy''s body until she felt the p of Nickit dick against her cheek. Okay, Pip, time to see if the student can be the master. A firm grip was required. Nic was rocking her hips in a wavy motion as she thered 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. Nic 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 Nic''s dick. She didn''t give Nic time to gather her thoughts, blowing a hot breath along the length of Nic''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 Nic''s dick was so rich it set all her tastebuds ame. She couldn''t help but get a few more licks of it, her tongue curling around and making Nic''s legs shudder before Brandy slid up to flick her tongue along Nic''s shaft, earning an adorable groan from Nic as she whimpered happily. "Good!" Nic panted, her tongue messily thering along Brandy''s thighs as she slid forward, ws 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, Nic was a simple sweetheart, and Brandy was more than happy to help build up that purr in Nic''s throat. Nic''s tongue might be impressive, but her dick was, well, it was average for a Pok¨¦mon, 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 Nic''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 Nic''s cock to pump it in time to her head bobbing to really steal Nic''s breath. She kept her eyes open and fixed on Nic''s bobbing ass. Pip had taught her if she wanted to really steal a Pok¨¦mon''s heart like this, she had to keep her focus sharp and her tongue loose. She thought of Nic''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 tongueshing 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 Nic 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. Nic''s head shook furiously from side to side as she worked her tongue deeper into Brandy''s pussy. Nic''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 Nic''s cock as her back arched off the ground to meet Nic''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. Nic had taken back control in one deep tongueshing. Brandy was sure she''de undone entirely if Nic 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 Nic''s stomach, and went for broke. The heat of Nic''s dick made Brandy''s throat flutter as Brandy pressed forward. Nic''s tongueshed about inside her madly at the sensation of Brandy''s lips sliding up and over the entire length of her cock. Nic''s tail wagged madly under Brandy''s head, battering at her as Nic made her pleasure crystal clear. Nic mewled something that sounded incredibly dirty, but Brandy lost the meaning of it as Nic''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, Nic 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. Her back was arched as she raised her body because her hands were still stuck to the ground. 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 soposed? 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 between her legs. "I thought Nic had you, but that. That was gutsy. Shame you''re not a Pok¨¦mon. You''d make a great fit for my team." Oh, you smug bitch, you just wait. With newfound resolve, Brandy rolled her lips along Nic''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. 58 – All You Can Eat (18+) 58 ¨C All You Can Eat (18+) In Brandy''s favorite TV Shows, determination was all a Trainer needed to win. The power of love and unity would help the Partnerse together. They''d ovee 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 n that could work in real life too. A sudden rtionship revtion could lead to a new Move or, even better, an Evolution that could tip the bnce 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 Nic out. Deep-throating her dick was a good start. Nic''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 thest meal she''d ever had. Nic had pushed her long tongue deep into Brandy''s pussy as she gripped Brandy''s ass for more support. Nic 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 Nic''s tongue was getting soaked from all of Brandy''s enjoyment. The temptation to justy back and enjoy it was intense, and it took a genuine force of will to not give in to it. Nic 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 rxed 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 Nic 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 Pok¨¦mon 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-ck skin had some rivulets of me 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 hand away from massaging the base of Nic''s tail and her stomach and got them in y, making a circle with her fingers to grip the base of Nic''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 toe 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 stimtion, and Brandy found it was a little clumsy at first to copy, but it soon became natural. Mouth and hands working in concert to not give Nic a moment to catch her breath. The tongue swirling seemed important, just like Nic was making sure Brandy''s clit didn''t get to rest for long. Swirling her tongue over the tip of Nic''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 y with Nic''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 Nic 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 Nic''s dick. Nic''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 Nic''s hot cum wash against the roof of her mouth. She swallowed as much as possible as she didn''t let up, giving Nic an orgasm so intense the poor woman fell face first over Brandy''sp 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. Nic deserved a hug and some petting, Brandy crawling over to press her weight down on Nic 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 Nic 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, giving Sparky squeezes with her thighs and encouraging her. She blew Brandy a kiss when she noticed her looking. "You''re better at this than I thought, but Calcine looks like she won''tst 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 ck chains of Cardia''s Torment had spread to wrap around both of 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. Nic 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 Nic, 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 Nic?" 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, "Nic, you-" Shay stopped speaking, staring daggers at Brandy. Brandy had put her hands in Nic''s ears and massaged the soft inside skin. It just so happened that she had them stuffed full with her hands, so Nic 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 ownnd of joy, feeling the waves of heat roll about in her mouth. With no backuping, Brandy guided Nic 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 Nic between Shay''s legs, but Brandy pressed her in until she fit. The benefit of Nic''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''dst a second before cumming her brains out. A loud moan from Shay brought Brandy out of her fantasy, her eyes widening as she looked up to see Shay had fallen face-first onto the ground, her hands ripped from the webbing and pressed over her head like she was trying to keep her skull from exploding as she wailed so loudly even Nic heard it with her ears stuffed. Thankfully, the Nickit took that as a sign of encouragement and only went in harder. Two Pok¨¦mon eating a Trainer out was very noisy in a viscerally squishy way. Brandy encouraged it, stroking her fingers along Nic''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 oing 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 Pok¨¦mon, 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 Nic and Sparky. There was a lot of struggling as the three fought over getting to eat Shay out, and Brandy couldn''t hold in theughter. 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. Nic 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 stimtion. 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 ck chains, and pulled them apart, freeing up her arms. "Yousted 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 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 noints. 59 – Used to the Darkness 59 ¨C Used to the Darkness Brandy had plenty of time to get Calcine off. She''d cuddled up to the warm Pok¨¦mon 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 shey in Sparky''sp, the Joltik ruffling Shay''s two-toned ck and brown hair, giving the big quiff she had yful 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 Nic 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. Nic 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 exined Nic''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 nced 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 teamtely. 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 Nic''s tongue, just the sight of it made Butterfrees 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 des 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. Nic was really good." "Thank you," Nic said smoothly. "I do like to be praised by a beautiful woman." Brandy''s train of thought derailed. Nic sounded so normal, not the clipped, heated, hungry mess she''d been in battle. Shayughed at her and reached to pet one of Nic''s ears, the Nickit leaning into her head and purring happily. "Nic''s smart too. She just loses herself around pretty girls." "Wow," Sparky said, "Can''t imagine someone like that." "Nic, 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. Nic kept going at her as she tried to squirm away, Shay sliding off herp as Brandy went over, giggling madly, 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 sess 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 Pok¨¦-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. Nic 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 Pok¨¦mon," Calcine said, "You might not learn much. She won''t even be able to read Nic''s mind." "I know, but I want Nic 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. You won, so you go first." 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, Shayughing 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,ughing as she shied back into Calcine''s chest, a blush deepening her cheeks. "Oh, you are too cute. d 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 Mercuryment. 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. 60 – Moving On Up 60 ¨C Moving On Up They had never worked out which Pok¨¦mon 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 Nic 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 Nic 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 Nic 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 realint. "I think a Dark Trainer does what they say they will," Sparky said, "I don''t think Cardia and Nic would put up with her if she wasn''t at least very forward." Brandy had grabbed her Pok¨¦-dex number, so she could always yell at themter 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 actuallye 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 moremon 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 n 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 singleint. "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 Rolycoly''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 wed 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 wille." With a puff of smoke, Calcine rolls a me along her lips, Sparky pulling away blistered fingers to suck on them. "Maybe you''ll be a short Galvant. You''re already pretty big for a Joltik." "... I''m the regr 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 notplimenting 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 Nic''s attention. She didn''t mind the asional 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 from 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 mped 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 Nic, she didn''t think she''d struggle. Praising the Nickit had been fun, and she''d quickly bent to Brandy''smands. 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 n!" "It''ll work," Brandy said. "Trust me" They both did. That was the nice thing. They didn''t even need to say it; Brandyjust knew they had her back on this. "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 oneing. 61 – That’s Bait 61 ¨C That¡¯s Bait 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 Quva because they were just way hotter. Brandy didn''t notice any of this, though, because she was stuck being the filler of a Pok¨¦mon sandwich,id 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 shey 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 ying 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, kneading 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''de 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 andzily 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 herck of chest, but she did overy 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 sheid 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 yfully, "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 augh, but Brandy could feel her bouncing along her back, unable to hold it inpletely. "Meant to be working you up," Calcine said, "Mercury''s not going toe if you get Sparky all excited." "I''m going toe, 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 nted 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 y 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 shepped 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 busypping 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 painbined 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 mes but not letting here to aplete boil. They were attracting attention. A few winged Pok¨¦mon were flitting over toe watch, grey feathers with ck 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 wing 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 Pok¨¦mon, 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''tin. This n was working out in a lot of ways for her right now. 62 – Will You Remember Me? 62 ¨C Will You Remember Me? This was nice. Brandy would have happily done this even if she hadn''t been trying to bait a Pok¨¦mon. 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon. 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 brokeposure 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 Pok¨¦mon, 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 y. "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 yful bite to the breast should have been quite disabling. Brandy moaned instead. She''d gotten a little tougher being bonded with Calcine, and the firm prick of teeth on sensitive flesh was harsh, but like Nic''s ws, it was coaxing out a passionate response. "Horny monster," Sparky mumbled, giving a few more y chews. "Calcine, are you fucking her? You have to tell. I sucked your dick!" Brandy was pretty sure that wasn''t how Pok¨¦mon 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 ame 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." Calcineughed. 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 pped 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 wasing. 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 shed purple, and Calcine slipped, crashing back down onto the ground as she iled with limbs that didn''t work like she was used to anymore. "Confuse," Brandy said, "Got one." Mercury brushed back her hair andughed. "Goodness. You''re not out to bind me? After all this effort to get me here." "Sparky, ignore the pin, do the n!" 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 n 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,pletely 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 n." Well, she was guessing what the psychic cut was, but they could narrow it downter. Mercury sighed, and she grabbed Sparky''s web and snapped it with a re of purple light from her hands, the sharp de 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 ck 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 Pok¨¦-center, and it''d taken longer than a quick sh 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 uppletely 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 n was still good! Now they just had to pull the rest of it off. 63 – Stick It In (18+) 63 ¨C Stick It In (18+) 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 hugedy, 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''srge hand was enough to handle it, the thick b 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 that you 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 hadeter. She also didn''t just think she had a chance; she was reasonably confident her n was still viable. Mercury''s mind-reading wasn''t very urate. 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, inurate way. It''d make her an excellent fuck, no doubt, but thankfully it meant Brandy wasn''t doomed here. She could n 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 wasmanding 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 ady 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 lightdy, 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 difort. She pped 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 to 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. Sparky helped Calcine stand up and let her rest on her shoulder as Calcine''s body wavered. 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 meugh. 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 asionally 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-ck skin a muddy coating. With a flex of her fingers, she let go of Sparky and stood tall. Using the move to manipte 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 herp. "Oh, you sneaky bitches," Mercuryughed, hands moving to her thighs as purple des 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 pping 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 talldies! Always think they''re going to win." Brandy would have to watch out for that er. 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 andnded 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 shed as she tried to shock Calcine again, but Sparky slid between them and blocked Calcine''s eyes from Mercury. Her body jerked about, but herpound eyes narrowed with intense concentration as she kept her senses about her. Onest p 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 ssh, psychic des scything along it to get at the webbing, but all it did was spray the pair of them down with muddy sts, 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 n, 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 sheughed 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 zing 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. Notpletely, anyway. Okay, this part they hadn''t nned for. 64 – Too Big to Fail (18+) 64 ¨C Too Big to Fail (18+) "These are some lovely legs," Mercury said as she ran her hands over them, her hands pressed in firmly enough she held Brandy up from the mud pit they''d been tossed into. Brandy wasn''t sure if the psychic tricks had begun yet, but thepliment sounded genuine and actually made her feel good about herself. Mercury didn''t seem the sort topliment 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon 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." Mercuryughed 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 sess. She badly wanted to be fucked by this seemingly unstoppable Pok¨¦mon, to let herself melt away into some furious, body-reshaping pounding. Her experience with Orchid let her see the signs, desires being 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." Mercuryughed. "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 ast-second n? 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 Pok¨¦mon and Humans were alwayspatible 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 toe 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 controlpletely. "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 n, 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. 65 – Go Big or Go Home (18+) 65 ¨C Go Big or Go Home (18+) 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 mping 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 hugedies, 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 ess 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 againpressed 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 toorge 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 ce. 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" Calcineughed 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. 66 – One Last Thing (18+) 66 ¨C One Last Thing (18+) 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 somefort 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 shey 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, "rm 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 justy 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 purplence 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 ce was voluminous rainbow-colored hair, and ice-blue eyes stared back at her. Oh, right, not ance at all, Mercury''s horn. Mercury''s eyes narrowed evilly as she licked, herrge tongue sunk in deep to roll over the still-aching insides of Brandy''s pussy. The sudden shock of it made her thighs mp 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 notpletely 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 be 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 thest 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 augh and shook her head. "Can''t believe this is how I ruin my streak." "Wait, I won?" Brandy said, the sheer glee of the revtion 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,me 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 yful 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 Pok¨¦mon alive who didn''t want to hear they had a big dick. "We''ll work something out. How about we take a breather?" Brandy weed 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 ssh 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 nce 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 thest 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 thest 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 apliment 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 hade 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?" Mercuryughed. "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 ss 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 wille for you, and we''ll settle this match." "Maybe I''lle 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 ck 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 ck 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 Pok¨¦mon''s long ck hair like a carry handle. "Found you finally!" Shay cackled as she hopped off the flying Pok¨¦mon 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! 67 – Be Sure to Dip 67 ¨C Be Sure to Dip Shay had a foot nted 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 shed down to pin Mercury in ce. With a bright re of Mercury''s horn and a purple sh of psychic power, the bones were all neatly cut in two and bounced all around her as they ttered 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''snding 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 ss. "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 nt 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 Pok¨¦mon thrown high in the air, wings pping 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 Pok¨¦ball 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 Pok¨¦mon, who flexed her ws as she got her bearings. Her eyes lit up when she spotted Brandy, and she broke into a big grin. "Legs!" Nic said excitedly. "Nice to see you again. You look so good." "Hi Nic, it''s Brandy, actually. Also, look out!" Nic turned to see Mercury''s arm stretched out to grab her and flickered her body past it. Her tail swished as she shed at the arm digging her ws into the skin. Mercury snorted and curled her fingers back in, a ball of light forming in her palm and exploding in a bright re of light. "Oof." Sparky groaned, hands cupped over her eyes. "We should probably go." Brandy got whipped in the face by Nic''s tail as she staggered about blindly, the softest way to get pped she''d ever encountered. As she spat out some of the hair left on her tongue, she saw the benefit of Sparky''s n. They were going to really tear this hill up before anyone calmed down. "Mercury, help Nic evolve after!" Brandy called as she grabbed her clothes and blinked white spots out of her eyes from the re 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 somemands 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 ck ball of energy trailing behind her, the three of them got the hell out of there. --- "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 n 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 cookingpletely. "I''ll be honest. I didn''t think we''d get out of it." Sparky said "Brandy looked like she wasing undone when Mercury got her dick in. Just phased into a whole other dimension." Brandy tensed her stomach. Her muscles had red 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 justy 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 hadtely, 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 inconsble." "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 epted 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 rx 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 te. "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 te. 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." 68 – Glazed Over (18+) 68 ¨C zed Over (18+) 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 wereid on either side of her, their arms reached over her stomach as they tapped their fingers together with bursts of electricity and me. They''d been at it for nearly ten minutes now. While it had amused Brandy initially, she was going to read her Pok¨¦-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 be 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 me onto Sparky''s thumb and made her squeak. "Snitch!" Sparky gasped andced 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 resistancetely, 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 pped 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 nted 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 Pok¨¦-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 the 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 apletely 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 Pok¨¦-dex to her chest. It wasn''t a smart, dramatic move as it pped 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 difort 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 st. They were gently fingering her so they didn''t hurt her, but there was a lot ofpetitive 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 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. Was Maple 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''dst 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 womanid out on her front. Her arms syed 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 zed 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 y with. If Maple didn''t find a way to bankrupt her again on their date. 69 – Nice (18+) 69 ¨C Nice (18+) "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 sess 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 toy 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 getfortable. "Maybe it could have been. We never actually tried it. Mercury is a skirt chaser," Brandy said, augh 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 p 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 ps. Brandy knew she had a lot to learn about rtionships, but this particr kink she was just going to leave alone. Hopefully, if she ignored it, Sparky would find a new one totch onto, though her legs had proved a pretty enduring part of Sparky''s attention ofte. With Calcine tucked under one arm and Sparky dogging her heels, Brandy rechecked her Pok¨¦dex. They were almost atop the shing dot on the map, not that they''d seen much but fields and trees. "We could just go to the Pok¨¦-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 ce." "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 d 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." Sparkyughed 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 particrly 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 tripleyered 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 herrge breasts, and her head held up with one hand from the Pok¨¦mon behind her. The Researcher''s body was held in ce with two more of the Pok¨¦mon''s hands. A fourth had a firm grip on her hips, which was needed because the Pok¨¦mon behind her had decided to rail her so hard that without all those handholds, the Researcher would have bounced right over the wall andnded in a heap. The Pok¨¦mon 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 stered 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 Pok¨¦mon running a hand along Paprika''s throat as she slowed her pace a little. "Sparky,e 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 disy 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 Galvant, 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 mischiefe 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 zed 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 Galvant''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 red 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 cor 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." 70 – Attention Grabbing 70 ¨C Attention Grabbing "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 wholes with this." Gamma said as she stretched the web out and whipped it into a; she swung it around on the end of a websso. "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''sp as she rubbed at the bulge through Calcine''s shorts, theyered 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 toe 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 mes. "We''ve had our share of ''researching''tely." "Hey! Researchers aren''t all about getting into Pok¨¦mon''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 pantse off themselves," Gamma said and gave Paprika''s rear a series of ps as she swung three arms past it. Each one had her moan right into Calcine''sp 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 nothingpared to Researchers, who threw their bodies at Pok¨¦mon simply to see what happened. Hopelessly horny messes all of them and yet also valuable for keeping track of where Pok¨¦mon were, their current moods, and any changes to the local environment to watch out for. Thanks to them, a fresh Combee hive down by Axewell Lake had been found and contained quickly. It''d really worried everyone when Brandy was quite young, and the relief after was celebratory. So Researchers were very helpful when they could focus. Paprika was still stunned by the ps 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 p 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''sp 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 p. "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''sp to look at Brandy. She didn''t pull away from the outline of Calcine''s cock andzily 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 incredibley." "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 Pok¨¦mon Queen, easy." "Eight if you''re a Galvant" Gamma nodded andughed 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 Sparkytch 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 herp. 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 Pok¨¦dex; Brandy thought it was a special ck one until she noticed the spots of red. It was just signed by Pok¨¦mon, and there''d been so many on there that it was almost painted ck with marker pen. Never underestimate a Researcher. What theycked 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 me with it 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 sh 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 Pok¨¦-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 me 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. 71 – Everyone’s a Winner (18+) 71 ¨C Everyone¡¯s a Winner (18+) "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 longyered 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 had started pounding both her holes. It had been fun at first, but Sparky and Gamma had a viciouspetitive 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 aparison. Brandy put the jerky back down and red 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 exin 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-ck 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 ite naturally? Paprika was certainlying 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 toe 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 yed 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 toe 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." Gammaughed 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''tst 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 did." Brandy pulled on her cor. 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 stered 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 fizzcing itself into the words. "Pfahaha," Sparky leaned her head back on Gamma''s chest, her blue eyes shined as she looked up at her Galvant 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 iled as Gamma worried Sparky''s earlobe between her teeth, shing 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 pped another hand on the side of Paprika''s ass and pressed to hold it firm as she used her other set of arms to molest Sparky''s chest and make the Joltik mewl. "Sparky wants to y 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''sp. 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''sp, 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 y favorites." "Pok¨¦mon," 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,e 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 tastest 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 re 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 prizeter." 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 Galvant 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 Pok¨¦dex. "Moves confirmed. Congrattions 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 in victory again, but 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon. That''s a fairpromise for a Trainer to make, right? 72 – Free Radicals 72 ¨C Free Radicals "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 frantically repeated her arm crosses, and Brandy tried not tough at her. Paprika was all wrapped up in Gamma''s arms and snored away happily. They had utterly worn the luckydy out. Brandy rewarded Sparky with some fur ruffles; she''d think of a proper prize for herter. 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, pping 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 rify quickly, but her words ran into each other in a jumble, and she ran out of steam as people startedughing. Eventually, she settled on a shrug and huffed, "Not that it''d be much of a meal." It was ame 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 be 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 Galvant 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''se 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." Gammaughed, "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 arge personality to match. Everything about her screamed she was a giant Pok¨¦mon 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 pped 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 itter!" Sparky giggled. "Come on, the town awaits!" --- Thanks to Mercury''s moves being confirmed, Brandy now had some Pok¨¦bucks 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 rtionship 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 ces she didn''t even want to acknowledge, and she wasn''t about to tackle the Gym smelling like mud. Also, they needed to n, and why not rx at the same time? Wisely, the Bathhouse didn''t trust anyone to keep themselves to just cleaning. So they had separated the ce into rooms, each with a spacious square pool to lounge about in. They''d stripped down and dipped in, and Sparky had immediately sshed over to im 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?" Brandyughed 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 ufortably 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 toe out of this bath clean. "Gym ns?" 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 mped 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 Pok¨¦mon. "I mean, if you want to..." Sparky sshed them both. "Hey! Are we making ns or being horny idiots?" Calcine and Brandy looked at each other. "Both," they nodded, "Definitely both." "Oh," Sparky grinned. "Well, now we''re talking." 73 – Personal Growth (18+) 73 ¨C Personal Growth (18+) Sparky had turned on almost every feature she could find, and Brandy had noints. The steadily climbing heat was rxing, 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 cozilyfortable that if she was on her own, Brandy could have happily drifted off into a delightful daydream here. The two Pok¨¦mon 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 ns." "I''m nning," Calcine said with a warm rumble in her throat. "No, you''re fondling my tits." "That''s just how I n," 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 sshed 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 her Partner''s body, and Sparky giggled excitedly as Brandy was pressed into herp. 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!" Brandyughed, then looked down at her chest. "Shit, wait, really?¡± Brandy had always been pretty t. Not that it was a bad thing, she had a slim athletic build that she''d only realizedtely 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 herrge bonds are pretty top-heavy "Nah, definitely me." Sparky said, "I''m stacked. Full credit to the Joltik." Calcine pushed Brandy harder onto Sparky''sp 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''sp 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 earlyst 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 finallying 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 oue at this point. It''s what her partners and Brandy wanted, but was she just going to be 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 y 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 thered 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 herpletely overrun me for her own pleasure," Brandy said. "A healthy bnce, everyone enjoying it." "Full marks," Sparky said as she dug her fingers into Brandy''s butt. "Let me bnce 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 ssmates 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,zy 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." "ns," Brandy said, ignoring their eye-rolls as she very unsubtly changed the topic. "I can handle Valerie, when ites to Orchid, I''ll take Sparky, and she can stop me if I get too entranced. That works, right?" "That was the n 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. 74 – Contact With the Frenemy 74 ¨C Contact With the Frenemy 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 Pok¨¦mon and put them in warm water together. The public baths were popr 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 tongues 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 exin them during the Gym Trial. Sex right before a big fight was not what any Trainer lesson would rmend, 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''se." "Remembering the times before I met you," Brandy replied, a little impressed Sparky had guessed her thoughts so urately. "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 Pok¨¦mon nking 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 ck hair tied back in a ponytail. Chantel! The excitable doordy, though Maple''s mother, Willow, seemed absent. Chantel gave them a friendly smile and hit them with a deluge of words. "Hi there, wee 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 Pok¨¦mon 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''de 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 nningter. "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. "Pok¨¦mon getting horny over gym badge owners isn''t my fault. It''s meant to be so everyone can pick Partners that they''repatible 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 hrious 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 red 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 bing 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. Brandyid 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 n 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 outst 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 n 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 ring through the ss 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 that could barely contain the Dubwool''s enormous chest. Her Wooloo sisters 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 n?" This was not the n. They needed a new n. 75 – Threaten Me With a Good Time 75 ¨C Threaten Me With a Good Time 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 ins, swatting the rears of Wooloos as the excitable girls charged forward on hermand. 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 be 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 experiencest 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, letting them copy it won''t help them," Brandy said as she took her Pok¨¦mon''s hands. "Don''t let go. Stay with me." Calcine took in a breath of air and hupped. 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 iing 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 t 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. "n," 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 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 exin 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 yed 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; 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 ck 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 softnding 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 n, but no n 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 afterst time." It was both a promise and a threat, and Brandy tried to get her hands back in y 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 the 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 fromck 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 Pok¨¦mon breasts. Thankfully, Valerie tugged her out of her chest before Brandy cked outpletely. 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 ns go, this one had many ws, but she would give it her best shot. Failure would at least be awfully fun. 76 – Bottoms Up (18+) 76 ¨C Bottoms Up (18+) Hdsngjjhdnfg That was all Brandy got out of her brain right now, which was a problem because she really needed it. There were signs a n 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 were some very clear signs. 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 yful bites into her breasts. It was like she was a buffet, and all the fluffy Pok¨¦mon 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 fading as pleasure soaked her muscles. Her body slumped into Valerie''s muscr 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 she 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 ming 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 ofeback 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." Valerieughed 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 amon 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 yful slowness. Valerie had put on an outfit not unlike Calcine''s old gym wear for this, a tight ck 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 y it off as cool, but eventually, her muscr arms strained to pull her top free. Thank goodness Lea loved her Pok¨¦mon thick enough to get stuck in doorways. "Damn thing,e 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. Valerieughed, "Girls, please! Focus on Brandy!" but it was no good. Wooloo saw ady 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 Pok¨¦mon. 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! 77 – Teach an Old Sheep New Tricks (18+) 77 ¨C Teach an Old Sheep New Tricks (18+) 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, mes, and crackling electricity. It was a warzone as Brandy''s Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 ruindies was on full show as they shoved their fingers inside Brandy, wiggled them, and slid them out again. Brandy''s thighs were just asthered 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 manage. 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 incrediblyfy to hug, too. No wonder they were so popr. Brandy was fast bing a Wooloo convert herself. Brandy was melting inside in the best way, but she''d at least convinced some of them to help her also pleasure Valerie and relieve some of the exquisite pressure. A pair of Wooloo hadtched 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 ufortably tight, pinning her down on her knees with Valerie''s cock rock hard and swinging as Valerie rocked her hips to p 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 mouthstched around the base, twopping 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 butugh 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 oue. 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 woulde 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 ce. 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 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 n didn''t mean she couldn''te 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 one of 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 horn 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 down on the Wooloo between her legs so she could finally get her off. She flipped Calcine off as the Wooloo put her tongue to work; victory had never felt so good. Side Story! – Peak Performance Side Story! ¨C Peak Performance "If you can''t make it, I''m going to watch you fall," the Pok¨¦mon squatting at the top of the cliff said. "After all this way?" Samughed as she pushed herself to keep her grip firm on her handholds. She''d misjudged just how long the climb up the Snowslide would be. Cleo had scaled it easily of course, but that was hardly fair with those massive ws of hers. Cleo brushed a lock of her brown hair out of her eyes. The huge shaggy mane Cleo called a haircut usually kept itself tidy, but the wind up here was fierce, and even Cleo''s gorgeous hair was struggling. "You can ask Amber for a lift back up. She''ll love to see you humbled just as much as I will." "Don''t make meugh. I really will fall," Sam said as she reached for a groove that Cleo had scraped out with her long ws. A thin ledge to hold onto but just enough to get her one step closer to the top and her smug Partner waiting up there. Cleo just loved the role reversal. Sam was usually the one pushing for more physical training with a well-muscled body that''d once made an entire gym of Machoke fuss over her. Compared to Sam, Cleo was far more stocky in her build, with a thick pair of hips and thighs that had put most of Unova''s aspiring Trainer''s out ofmission at one point. Cleo offered her ws down for support, and Sam grabbed on with a swing of her body. She pressed her feet to the cliff¡¯s edge and used some upper body strength to pull herself up. Cleo watched with lip bit as Sam¡¯s muscles strained and her feet scrabbled against the rock until she finally crested the top of the cliff. Her boots skidded in the snow as she found her footing, and then she hugged Cleo as the wind swirled around them. "Happy now?" Cleo said and rubbed her button nose up against Sam''s. "Making me climb all that." "I am happy," Sam grinned. "And you could have gone into the binders with everyone else. You insisted on tagging along." Cleo sniffed at the suggestion, which Sam always found adorable. The crinkles on Cleo''s dark skin when she turned up her nose, made the smattering of white freckles on her face pop even more vividly. Sam caught her chin in her hand and turned Cleo to look at her. Cleo''s eyes were almost pure ck with just the hint of a white sclera around the edges, but Sam had been with her ever since she was a pipsqueak of a Sandshrew. She could read her like an open book. "I know this might be ourst adventure, but I''m d you''re here for it." Sam said, "I wouldn''t want anyone else to have climbed with me." "I don''t believe for one second you''re done with adventure after this," Cleo said, a tremble in her voice at her Partner''s sudden burst of sweetness. "But thank you." "Come on. We don''t have to go right away. Sit. Enjoy the view." So they did, snowkes peppering them as they huddled together for warmth and looked out over the path they''d taken together. The Crown Tundra was beautiful, but the snowy peaks were a far cry from the Desert Resort. The ce she''d met Cleo, the sun beating down on her as she tested out some of the first-generation binding balls. Sam still liked to joke that any sand that turned up in their kit came from that rather energetic first meeting. Cleo was curled up tight on her side and wrapped her long waves of brown hair around them, trying to simultaneously warm her Trainer and herself. Sam''s neatly clipped hair had been entirely straw blonde once, but the tips of it had slowly grown darker until they matched the brown of Cleo''s, and huddled close like this, it merged into it, so they looked like a mismatched Doduo. Lightly tanned skin rubbed against dark as they nuzzled at each other tenderly. This wasn''t their sort of weather, and this certainly wasn''t their home. But with Cleo by her side, home didn''t feel too far away. --- She''d waited patiently at the top of the stairs to the Crown Shrine for them to finish enjoying the moment. The branches of the great white tree that grew from the weather-bitten stone temple waved behind her like grand wings. Her puffy, brilliantly vivid red hair grabbed people''s attention immediately. She had so much of it that even after she''d tied it back into a giant ponytail, there was still enough spilling out that it framed her head like a halo. A dark blue, ridged horn poked out of the hair, and it was shaped like the head of a bone spear and polished to a brilliant shine. She stared down the stairs at Sam and Cleo with big blue eyes that a woman could get lost in and a chest a woman could also get lost in. Barely contained by a blue waistcoat that wouldn''t have looked out of ce in the age of escavaliers and dragonites. She was tall, with gorgeously long legs and a slim waist, but Sam had expected taller for the Queen of Gr. "Calyrex!" Sam called out, a fist raised triumphantly. "We''ve heard legends of a Pok¨¦mon so strong tha-" The click of the Pok¨¦mon''s fingers was sharp enough to echo through the valley. "You think I''m Calyrex?" she said, her voice so syrupy soft it made Sam''s spine tingle. "I don''t think you''re ready for this." "Yes?" Sam said. A little of her triumphant attitude faded in the face of the Pok¨¦mon''s haughty derision. "Ruled Gr forever ago. Lives on a mountain in a Shrine with a tree growing out of it? There can''t be two of them!" "They were here a long time ago," the Pok¨¦mon said. "But Calyrex rests now, and we hope to one day see her again." "So you''re, like, her butler?" Sam said, "Sorry, I''m not up on Gr royalty." Cleo hid her face with her ws, shying away from her disaster of a trainer. "I was her sword, and you," the Pok¨¦mon said, stepping down the stairs and pulling off her white gloves, one finger at a time. "Are rude." "Holy shit, you''re Keldeo. You''re real?!" Sam said as she gave Cleo a nudge. The Sandsh took a peek through her ws, but knowing who she was looking at now certainly didn''t improve her nerves. Keldeo shrugged as she smoothed her gloves out. "You sought a myth and found another. There''s no need for surprise, but now I must ask you to leave. This isn''t a shrine for humans. Know your ce." The Legendary Sword, the de that held together a kingdom. Sam had nned toe at the Queen and found her loyal guardian instead. Well, she hadn''t climbed up all this way just to go home. "World''s changed." Sam grinned, "Pok¨¦mon and Humans get along now. Bond, grow stronger together. You shoulde to see it. I''ll show you." "I doubt it''s changed that much. " Keldeo flicked her hand and sent her gloves sailing out towards Sam, an old-fashioned challenge cut short as Cleoshed out with her ws and cut the gloves out of the air. Pieces of them drifted past Sam and blew away in the wind. "It has." Cleo said, "And don''t look down your nose at my Partner." Keldeo tilted her head to one side and leaned in. "You''re actually going to fight me over this, aren''t you? Interesting, you have my attention. Don''t waste it." "Cleo here we go, give her the Doze!" Sam said with a snap of her arm. Cleo dug her ws into the ground and sprang forward, hitting the ground with a thunderous kick. The temple steps sprayed into the air as the shockwave rippled toward Keldeo. She didn''t move until the veryst second, stepping forward as it bucked up under her, her foot t on a stepping stone as Cleo''s Bulldoze threw it into the air. It threw Keldeo up with it, effortlessly calm inposure as she twirled through the air and then kicked off her tform. Cleo got her ws up just in time to protect herself as the stone crashed into her, chips of it flying off as Cleo shed out to throw it away. "She''s fast!" "You''re faster, babe. Fury Cut her down!" Sam said as she went for the ball on her belt. "I''ll bring in help." "Not Amber!" Cleo said as she met Keldeo''s cuts with her ws. The two were moving so fast it was a blur to Sam. Each cracking hit an explosion of sound that blew snow across the mountaintop and stung Sam''s eyes. Sam tossed the ball out, and it opened with a sh of red light. A willowy Pok¨¦mon took shape, strips of long green hair tied up with red flower hairpins and a leafy skirt that hid her lower body. She squeaked as snow blew in her face and iled at the fight. "Sam, are you crazy! I''m not fighting a Legendary!" the green-haired nt woman said as she rushed to hide behind her Trainer. "Come on, Juniper, I believe in you!" Sam said, "Look how pretty her moves are. You have to show her you can dance too." Juniper looked at the duel going on. Cleo''s attacks were wild but blindingly fast, and Keldeo was turning them away with a few well-ced kicks and slight shifts of her body to dodge. It was clearly frustrating the Sandsh as her blows got quicker and wilder with every swing. "No way, ask Amber! She''s the crazy one!" Juniper said, "I just want to retire!" "I''ll ask her if you really don''t want to do this," Sam said, and she reached back toce her fingers with Juniper''s hands and give them a gentle squeeze. "But I know you''ll hate yourself if you never got to try. I believe in you, always have, always will." Cleo skidded past them, glowing swords scything down into the ground after her as Keldeo flicked them out of the air. "And she''s kicking my ass, Juniper!" Cleo yelled, "Skip the confidence boost, be a sweetheart, and help out, please!" "Terrors," Juniper said quietly, shaking her hair. The snow swirled around her as Keldeo grabbed one of her glowing swords and swung at Cleo, sword shing with ws and kicking up sparks. Cleo hissed as the de began to bite through her guard, Keldeo adjusting her grip to keep her hands pinned so she couldn''t sh back. Cutting through her guard with an eerily intense focus. Juniper swirled her hips, and the snowkes around her began to orbit her body. She quickly gathered up a small storm of them, and with a shake of her hips, they drifted out over the fight. Keldeo just ignored them with a shake of her head. "I think it should be obvious I can handle the cold." A hiss in the air as a bright line cut across Keldeo''s cheek, and she reared back, Cleo keeping ahold of her glowing sword and throwing it away over the edge of the mountain. She had summoned a whole bunch, but it felt like a victory anyway as Keldeo pressed a hand to her cheek. With a wince, she pulled a thin white petal out of her skin, the edges of it razor sharp. "Clever," she said as she flicked the petal away. Juniper swept her hands in, and the storm descended on her, the snowke-like petals scything down and being parried away with glittering shes from another of Keldeo''s des. "Gyro dance!" Sam called, "As we practiced!" Cleo tucked her body in, and a glossy sheen began to run over her skin as she curled into a ball and began to spin. Keldeo tried to throw a de at her, but Juniper rolled her petals up into a white shield and caught it. With a flick of her hand, she''d wrapped it in a nket of petals and tossed it away over the edge to join the other with a happy smile. Sam gave her a squeeze for a good job, Juniper had been a horrible nervous mess the first time they''d met, and now she was fighting a legendary! Proof the found confidence that she''d used to evolve wasn''t just for show. The spinning metal ball Cleo had formed finally began to pick up speed. Juniper''s petals rained down to stick in the gaps, giving it the grip to move quickly along the ground and making it a barbed nightmare for Keldeo to deal with. She held a sword out, a jet of water sting out of the tip and pushing against the Gyro ball, but dying only made it spin more furiously. "You''re a little better than I was expecting." Keldeo said with a flick of her hair, "But only a little." She cut off the stream when Cleo had built up a frightening head of speed, and Sam realized her n just a second toote. Grabbing Juniper in a hug, she dove to the side as Cleo elerated towards Keldeo at a frightening speed, only for Keldeo to spin in the air and summon a massive tail of bubbling water longer than she was tall. The fat tail pped the Cleo ball so hard there was a sudden ice-cold rain as part of it exploded, but it was enough to knock her off course and send her careening up the temple steps in an arc. She bounced right off the rail and dug a gouge out of the mountainside before she came crashing back Sam''s way. Juniper was cast out of the way, but Sam wasn''t about to let Cleo just take the fall. She held out her arms as Cleo broke out of the ball, petals scything down around her as she caught the Sandsh in her arms, feet scraping along the ground as she tried to stop her momentum before they went over the cliff. There wasn''t enough room to stop in time, and they spilled over the edge in each other''s arms. "Idiot!" Cleo yelled as the wind whipped around them, "Hug in. I''ll Curl us out of thisnding." "Hey, I wasn''t going to do this without you." Samughed, ted at the sudden rush of the fall. "And like hell, you will. We''re not done yet." --- "Don''t cry. They''ll be fine," Keldeo said as she awkwardly patted Juniper''s head. "Just.. there, there." "She was so beautiful!" Juniper bawled. "She always made time for me!" "It''s fine, really," Keldeo said, years of istion leaving her entirely unsure what to do with a crying Bellossom. "It''s a softnding in the snowdrifts below. I''ve thrown people off here before. We can just wait for her here, and I''ll make tea." Juniper gave a messy sniff, shaking pollen out of her hairpins that Keldeo was batting away before it addled her senses. "She was strong and kind." "I''m sure she was," Keldeo said hesitantly, unsure if she was making any progress on this or not. "And she could take my whole cock without crying about how it was too much." Juniper sniffed. "No one else did that before!" "Yeah, that''s really sweet of her." Keldeo blinked. "Wait, what?" A jet of me zed over the cliff edge before Juniper could exin further, and a massive shape raced through the smoke, the shadow of two giant wings ring out over the temple. Keldeo shielded Juniper from the gust of wind as the smoke blew across the mountain''s top. Orange scales glittered in the sun as a dragon looked down her nose at Keldeo. Tall, muscled, and so full of herself, a thick tail whipping behind her, the very tip of it on fire and burning bright. The me matched her red hair, almost as vividly colorful as Keldeo''s own. The dragon woman smiled. Red hot mes spilled out of her mouth as she spoke. "What''s good bitch?" "Amber!" Sam yelled and kicked in her grip. "Be polite!" Amber had tucked Sam under one arm and looked down at her like she was speaking in tongues. "... no?" "Sorry," Cleo said, dangling under the other arm. "She''s just like this." "I can drop you both, you know." "Hah!" Cleoughed. "I already threatened to do that, copycat." Amber gave a frustrated huff and threw Sam and Cleo onto the ground. "Well, you cribbed my style then." She strutted right up to Keldeo, looking down at her. Way down, the height difference was ridiculous. Amber was easily two heads taller than her, if not more. Keldeo''s head was smaller than one of Amber''s breasts and barely wider than one of her thighs. "You''re the legendary? You? I thought I''d have a real fight here." "Amber! Don''t get cocky she''s-" Amber didn''t listen and swung, ws out as she tried to swat Keldeo. Keldeo caught her hand like she was giving her a high five, holding it there as Amber tried to push it down, an angry growl rumbling in her throat. "Getting along with Pok¨¦mon, are you Sam?" Keldeo called out. "Amber''s lovely when you get to know her." "I''m fucking delightful. Get to know this!" Amberughed as she breathed in and then belched a plume of me onto Keldeo. "Amber, teamwork! Fuck it, I''ming over there," Sam barked. "Juniper, sorry to scare you, babe. Get some moonlight going, and I''ll make it upter! Cleo go to the ground!" Cleo clicked her ws and dug into the ground with a sweep, Sam giving her ass a parting p as she flicked it up into the air to worm herself into the mountain rock. Juniper raised her arms, a glowing orb of light floating above her that shot out spiralingsers that carved holes through Amber''s fire breath. Keldeo was keeping the mes at bay with a bubble beam and whipped her head around to sh with her horn across the Charizard''s chest, making her reel back with half her top in her hand from the rip. Keldeo deftly slid away as Amber fumed, shooting water jets from her fingertips to force Juniper''s aim off as she tried to advance on the Bellossom. "Why are you all fighting for her? This doesn''t make sense." Keldeo called to Juniper as they traded shots. "What''s been going on down there?" "I''d say join us and find out, but you won''t listen!" Juniper squeaked as she tried to barrel her moonbeams past Keldeo''s defenses. She was slowly being ground down as Kelodeo pressed her advance, step by struggling step. Amber raised her arm to sweep again and stopped dead when she felt hands sp over her breasts and squeeze down hard into her soft flesh. "Hey, big and beautiful," Sam purred in her ear, "Do I have to break you in every time?" Amber tried to flick Sam off her back with her tail, but Sam caught it between her legs and squeezed, leaning in to chew on Amber''s earlobe as she rolled her hands along the pliable fat of Amber''s chest. "I know you want to see me break her in. Let''s get her on her back. Then we can wrestle for who''s on top." "Fine," Amber spat, "But this doesn''t mean you''re in charge." Sam hid her smile from Amber''s sight; they did this every time, and Amber always lost in the end. Seems not even a Legendary was going to get her to let up. "Let''s do the big thing." "Then get off. Your ass isn''t fireproof," Amber growled and rolled her shoulders. "It''s fireproof enough," Samughed. "I love how caring you are, but I can handle you at your worst. You¡¯ll burn brighter with me there." Amber snorted and spread her wings, taking off with a massive gust of air that pushed Keldeo back, robbed her of some of her progress, and then Amber took off with Sam on her back. A few ps were all it took to be hidden by Juniper''s moon. "You''ve done it now," Juniper said, nervously looking up. Keldeo took the moment of weakness to ze through Juniper''ssers, a sword of glowing light shing to her hand as she cut herself path through to the Bellossom. Juniper tried to counter by mming the whole moon down, but Keldeo was too fast. Her sword raised back to run Juniper through with the energy de. A wed hand burst from the ground, grabbed her ankle, and wrenched it down. The ground gave way to sand as Keldeo stabbed her sword down to provide her with some support. Cleo''s ck eyes were peering out of the sand tomb as she tried to drag Keldeo into its depths. Juniper''s moon crashed down right over her, a crackling ball of energy that exploded into glittering sparkles. Juniper sped her hand over her mouth as she held her breath. She tried not to hit people that hard usually. So she wasn''t ready when a burning waistcoat was thrown out of the light and pped her in the face, falling back with a surprised yelp. "I am not going to be beaten by cheap tricks," Keldeo roared as she raised her sword up in reverse with both hands, glittering Fairy move burn marks crisis crossed over her bare chest. She thrust it down into the pit and leaned on it to hammer it home. The de came apart in rings of light, bright colors arcing out as she blew Cleo right out of her hole, sand sprayed across the half-melted snow. Keldeo sprayed Juniper with a st of water to extinguish the fire and stroked back her hair. She felt some roughness under her fingertips and pulled the lock of hair out in front of her face to look. Burnt tips still smoked from Juniper''s moon smash. Cleo nursed her stomach as she panted for air. The sword''s point had exploded right as it hit her skin and smashed the air out of her lungs. She wheezed out a few words and managed a half-heartedugh. "Don''t know what you find funny," Keldeo said as she pushed her back. "You and your strange human aren''t going to win." "Sam always wins." Cleo panted as she held her stomach still. "You''ll like her if you give her a chance." "She hasn''t impressed me," Keldeo said as she tried to dust the Fairy glitter off her chest. "She''s still only human." "You don''t know what that means," Cleo said, pointing to the sky. "They''ll surprise you. They surprised all of us." Keldeo turned to see a star descending from the sky. And growing. "Oh, you are kidding me." mes licked around Sam as she held tight onto Amber''s chest. The fire of the re Blitz thatpped around her burned at her clothes. She''d been with Amber for months, and it''d been a long time since her mes had burned her. But that was no guarantee of safety; when Amber got properly excited, her mes built and built, and right now, her red mes had built up enough to be a brilliant blue. It was enough to make Sam sweat, and she was scared her grip might slip. "I can feel you getting turned on," Amberughed as they descended on the mountaintop. "You love the danger." "Why I love you, babe," Samughed. "The most dangerous there is." "Don''t ever forget it." They smashed into Keldeo like a meteor, and there was no avoiding taking some blowback. The bone-crunching hit made Sam''s teeth rattle as the mes roared until their very tips were white. Hot enough that they melted the snow off the mountaintop in one superheated burst, rock cracked around the impact crater as Keldeo was driven down into it under white-hot swirling mes. "Fucking, dunked," Amber roared as she punched the smoke-covered ground and made the stones shake. "Nobody palms me off!" "Sam might palm you off," Cleo wheezed as shey t on the ground, eyes closed. "For a move that sweet, you''ve earned it." Amber grinned and rose up to flex her wings as the smoke in the crater whirled around her legs. Sam leaned in to kiss her cheek, so hot it burned her lips, but it was worth it. "Team effort, going to have sore wristster. Cleo you good?" ¡°Apart from her knocking my stomach into my throat?¡± Cleoy out t, her hair used as a pillow. ¡°I¡¯m good down here right now. Can you put out Juniper? Keldeo¡¯s coat caught fire and she got her in the face with it. You know how much she hates fire.¡± A bright line of white shed the smoke in the crater in half and cut right up Amber''s front. The dragon woman roared as she was blown back hard enough that she tipped over andnded on her back in a sprawl. Unfortunately, Sam was behind her the whole time, and being squished between a Charizard and a hard ce was not a pleasant experience. She felt worse than when she''d let Cleo roll her t to get at an irksome stoise. Keldeo stood in the crater''s center, multicolored motes of light weaved through her hair and around her horn. "I cannot believe you pushed me to this," Keldeo said as she stroked a hand over her horn. "Maybe you are a little interesting." "Thanks," Sam said, head pressed back to the rock. "I''m going to need a few minutes if we''re going to fuck. I can only feel half my limbs right now." "Fuck, what? Why would I do that?" Sam pointed to Keldeo''s hips, the rest of her clothes had burned away in the re Blitz, and it turned out it wasn''t only her horn that was getting circled by the glowing lights. "Magic dick," Amber snorted, "Well, now I''ve seen everything." Keldeo stood on her head and forced the Charizard''s face down into the rock, using her as a stool to stand on as she leaned over Sam. "You haven''t earned it." Sam blew Keldeo a kiss. "So you think I can earn it? A human. You''re interested." "Curious. A little," Keldeo said. "But this isn''t enough to excite me fully, Sam. Come back when you can actually handle me." "Can anyone handle a magic dick?" Sam grinned. Keldeo turned and stormed off with a huff, which wasn''t the punishment she thought it was because Sam really enjoyed admiring a Legendary ass strut its stuff. "She''s nice," Juniper said as she threw the shreds of Keldeo''s wet waistcoat away. She¡¯d hidden under it when she¡¯d seen Amber¡¯s blitze in. "But lonely. I think she needs someone." "Well, it can only be us right now." Sam said, "I guess we''re not done training." "I fucking called it!" Cleo growled. "You''re never retiring." "You don''t get prizes for stating the obvious sandball," Amber mumbled as she spat out little chunks of heated rock. "But I want to see Sam break her in. She''s too cocky." "Really?" Samughed, "Riching from you. Sensepetition?" "Hey, she might have a magic dick, but she''s still a pipsqueakpared to me. No way you can''t handle her." "She handles you just fine," Juniper said, blowing some pollen at Amber when she turned to re at her. "You can pretend otherwise, but we''ve all heard you moan her name enough." "Picking a fight, are you?" Amber raised a ball of me in her throat that got cut off when Sam stepped up and got a hand under Amber''s chin, and a hand squeezed over the crotch of her pants. "Be nice, or I''ll be nasty," Sam growled, and Amber deted, tail flickingzily behind her. "When even you can admit I''m in charge without being physically shown it. Then we''re ready to try this again." "Never retiring," Cleo groaned. "I''m trapped between two immovable, stubborn forces." "You love it," Sam said, blowing Cleo a kiss. "Against all odds," Cleo said and came to squeeze in between Amber and Sam, resting on both as she let her muscles go loose. "Yeah, this is nice." "Amber fly us back?" Juniper said, "I just want to rest. That was a lot." "I''m not your taxi!" "You can fuck her first. I know youin she''s all loose if I go first." Juniper blushed. "I do not- hrmph. Fine," Amber snorted. "Come on, Sam. You gave it your best shot, but you still got some Trainer duties to fulfill." "Do I get a say?" Sam said as she was picked up. "Nope!" all three of them echoed. Sam smiled at her Partners. They weren''t the most well-disciplined or even the strongest she''d seen. But they were hers, and together they could do anything. Keldeo could turn her nose up at them if she wanted. She believed in her Partners. It''d only be a matter of time. Then they''d learn if Legendary dick really was magic. 78 – Cheese Grater 78 ¨C Cheese Grater Brandy hadpletely forgotten there was a waiting room beyond the Prairie. Herst attempt to beat this gym was still a mad blur in her memory. She was thankful for it, copsing on the sofa with an exhausted sigh. She stretched out her limbs until she felt her bones click and luxuriated in a well-earned moment of rest. Itsted a blissful few seconds before Calcine and Sparky sat down on her back and kicked their feet up on the table. "Get off, you 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 rx 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 toe 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 Wooloodies signed me and said I could call on them anytime." "How? You don''t have a Pok¨¦dex." 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 into Calcine''s face 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 togetherter. --- 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 hidden 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''tin. 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 epted way to handle Pok¨¦mon, 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 fromst time. You remember the rules for our challenge, right?" Lea said as she threw out two Pok¨¦balls. With a sh, 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 n for her this time, though. She blew Brandy a shy kiss before turning away with a blush. It was refreshing to meet a Pok¨¦mon who got more easily embarrassed than Brandy did. The other defensive Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 eyespletely, only a cute button nose and a big weing 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, "d you paid attention. Remember, no fighting. Well then,e 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 d." Oh shit. Lea had swapped the order! They hadn''t nned 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 bby in the chest, but below that, she had a set of abs that could tank a Megare 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. 79 – Joining the Big Leagues (18+) 79 ¨C Joining the Big Leagues (18+)
"Honeycrisp" the Appletun
Height: 6'' 4"
Type: Grass/Dragon
Victories: 55
Moves Discovered: Apple Acid Body m Growth Protect Recycle
The Sweetest of Dragons. Appletun craves praise and will go to great lengths to get it.
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 Honeycrisppletely take the initiative. As much as she wanted to get on that ride and see where it took her. "I am so d 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 pressdies 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, strongdies, 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 bing 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 ns 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 bing 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 nted 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 im 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 p 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 herrge 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 nt 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 p as Sparky swung her cock out of her shorts and pped 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 Galvant Sparky might be like. Now Brandy just had to survive it. 80 – Too Much of a Good Thing (18+) 80 ¨C Too Much of a Good Thing (18+) They''d devised many ns to tackle the gym, mainly on the wrong assumption they''d be facing Orchid again. Giant Sparky dick had not featured in any ns, or at least not any more giant than Sparky bragged about. This was undeniably poor nning 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 stimte her, but even with her slightly upgraded chest, Brandy didn''t have a hope. It rubbed along the crease of her cleavage and pped 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 Pok¨¦mon, 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 y. "I want you to ride me," Sparky said as she pulled away from the kiss and used her erged 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." Honeycrispughed 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 woulde 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 stimtion 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 rx 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." Brandyughed. 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 atst 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 wed 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 waspressed 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 pration 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." 81 – Bigger is Better (18+) 81 ¨C Bigger is Better (18+) 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 ss 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 calcted 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 thistent 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, mming 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 theforting press of muscle from Honey, even if she was much lower down her body now. Brandy felt like a Pok¨¦mon, 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 adoringly at Brandy, sneaking licks of her giant body as she could until Brandy tipped her up and let her nt face first into Brandy''s chest. She''d never had the biggest pair of breasts, but right now, she had enough to smother Sparkypletely, 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 wing 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. "Talldies can fuck me up anytime!" Well, that was very specific permission to give. Still, if anyone counted as a talldy 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 fantasye 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 farzier 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. 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 ady thisrge fucking her absolutely senseless with everything amplified from Growth. It showed how far Sparky hade as a Pok¨¦mon that she''d evensted this long. "Feels so fucking good, Sparky. So fucking good, make me sing!" Brandy cried out as she mmed 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 ss 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 copsed to the ground while Sparky''s cock still twitched inside of her, floating in a blissful afterglow as shey 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?" 82 – Every Vote Counts (18+) 82 ¨C Every Vote Counts (18+) 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''tined about getting a bit extra, though if she had, theints had been muffled by ridiculously huge thighs and weren''t heard. "I''m going toe so hard I explode." Brandyughed. "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 p. Honeycrisp was enjoying it, she wasn''t as experienced as Mercury or Lenna with what she was doing, but when you could twist ady into a pretzel to fuck her as deep as you like, you didn''t need a delicate touch. Brandy''srge thighs glistened as they squeezed Sparky into a different, happy reality. Wet from all 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 tofort herself. Honeycrisp gave Brandy a p 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 ce. Everyoney where they were, content and too exhausted to move. Basking in the warm lighting through the ss above and theforting, 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 ind 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. "I 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 Pok¨¦mon''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 yourselves?" "Fuck yeah." Sparky held a hand up for a high five, and Orchid gave her a light one. The bottom-heavy ntdy 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 pped 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 Pok¨¦mon like they''d lost their minds. "She didn''t take charge though, didn''t itck 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 andughed 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 ntdy 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 momentter, 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 exining 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 re 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 andid a kiss down on her that even had Brandy hot under the cor. 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 overlyrge 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 ce. 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." Honeycrispughed. "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. 83 – Sorry to Burst Your Bubble 83 ¨C Sorry to Burst Your Bubble The post-gym shower was a sacred ritual. A ce 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 toneing 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 we need to get her bonded to a Fighting Type," Sparky said as she put her hands over Calcine''s horns andid 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 nning 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, sshing 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 iled behind her for bnce 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 Pok¨¦mon bes suitablyfortable 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 Nic was a good show of how difficult it could be. Brandy hoped she''d got some tips. Shay had been a pest, but the foxdy 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 foxdy 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 herrger 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 Pok¨¦mon. 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 unbnced her with the size difference. "Let you smooth your edges on my abs." "Something to look forward to then" A review shouldn''t juste down to ''Work on some sweet abs,'' but her Partners were massaging her chest nicely. It''d have to do. --- "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 beingte 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 ce, 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 hermitment 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 themter 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 iled about in the air andnded 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 p 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? Side Story! – A Scoria Hot Night (18+) Side Story! ¨C A Scoria Hot Night (18+) Washing up was easily Scoria''s least favorite chore. She''d learned to keep herself amused while keeping the home in order, but there was nothing amusing about dishes. They had to be cleaned, and she would get her white fur wet doing it no matter how careful she was. As she ran the water, she gave a little derisive snort at the very concept of housework. Usually, she''d trick someone else into doing it, but Brandy was so thrilled about her new partners that keeping them from each other would have been cruel. Fenny was away being a genius in Motostoke, which was a shame because all Scoria had to do was bite Fenny''s neck, breathe hot air down her spine, and the little sexpot would do anything Scoria asked. Scoria sighed heavily, put on an apron to at least try to keep her white fur mane dry, and grabbed a scrubbing brush. She loved her family dearly, but she was a bit jealous everyone got to go off and have adventures. Her Bug spirit cried out to cause some mischief! She was just about to dip her hands in the soapy water when a knock sounded on the door. "Come in!" Scoria called as she tucked a lock of her long red hair behind her matching red curved horns. If life wanted to give her an excuse to put off the dishes, she would take it. The sound of light drizzle echoed through the kitchen as the front door swung open. It''d started to spit down with rain outside, and the woman in the doorway had gotten caught out without an umbre. Their beautiful long blonde hair lost some of its luster from the damp. "Willow!" Scoria said, hand on her hip and dry scrubbing brush tapping her thigh. She had plenty of hip to cock, and she cocked them all the way for her. "Come in, sweetheart. Get warm and dry." Willow was, as usual, perfectly proper about herself. She smoothed back her wet hair and tidied her clothes before pushing the front door shut and giving Scoria a polite nod. "Mrs. Joyce" "Scoria, please." Scoriaughed, a deep throaty one with the crackling sound of a bonfireced through. "You knowst names are a human thing." "Sorry, yes." Willow said, "Today''s been a bit stressful. I hope I didn''t offend." "Of course not. Come,e on in. I''ll make you a cup of tea." No matter how rattled Willow was, she knew a cup of tea was not something you could refuse without a terribly good reason, so she came through to the kitchen and looked around at it surreptitiously as Scoria stood on her toes to get the kettle off the top shelf of the cab. If it showed off her butt, which was a damn good butt, then all the better. "Is Brandy in?" Willow said as she pretended not to admire some incredibly Volcarona rear. "I''d like to give her some thanks." "Busy," Scoria said. "You just missed her." "Will she be long?" Scoriaughed to herself and looked back at Willow with an impish smile. "First time in a warm bed with her new partners. She might be quick or all night. I''ve faith in my Larvesta it''ll be thetter." That got a blush out of Willow, making the Bug part of Scoria very smug with itself. Willow was a challengingdy to make blush for a lot of reasons. "We can talk some and see if she tumbles out for air. How is Diana?" Scoria asked, picking out the biggest reason for Willow''sck of shame, her Falinks partner. "Calming herself. She wanted to spend time with Maple, and I didn''t want to be a distraction." Willow said, "You know how it is." "Having six bodies is a little unique, even for Pok¨¦mon." Scoria said, "But I know how distracting it can be to have someone you love around. Does she still do that cute thing where she hugs herself when upset?" Willow smiled, eyes ncing off to the side as she got lost in a memory of her partner. "She''s moved up to kissing now, been working with her to help her love herself more. She barely argues with herself these days. Though Maple..." "I heard," Scoria said as she returned with a teapot warmed by her own touch and poured Willow out a cup. "She bit off a lot going for someone like Mercury first." "We''ve always encouraged her. Now we''re worried that we didn''t, maybe, raise her right doing that." Scoria gave Willow a blue-eyed re, freezing the woman mid-sip from the intensity of the glow in her blue eyes. It wouldn''t do to let Willow think like this. "You know what Fenny and I are like?" "Affectionate?" Scoria preened her horns and gave Willow a dazzling smile. "That''s the first thing you noticed?" "Reminds me of Diana, she''s always got a body to spare for me. Or two." Scoria slid round the table to take a chair by Willow. Her wings fluttered out behind her, six of them all leaf-shaped and pulsing between bright red and oranges. She wrapped one around Willow, the heat of her wing sinking into the woman, soothing muscles and drying her hair. A Fire Type hug was hard to beat on a rainy day. "I take it you had a point," Willow said, though she didn''t object to the wing hug, tugging at the corner of it to pull it tighter around her. To Scoria''s delight, she let out a soft sigh of relief as she let the warm nket of heat wash over her. "I did, but now I want you to guess it and say more nice things about me." Willow leaned her head to bump it against Scoria''s horn. "Your Bug is showing." "Indulge me." "Affectionate, driven." "Driven?" Scoria''s glowing blue eyes perked up. "A polite way of saying I''m a flirt?" "Maybe. I''ve heard plenty of stories. You are very focused when you want ady and even more so when you get her." Willow said, "I''ve got a colleague at work who is a little smitten by you." Scoria would try to guess who, but there wasn''t really anyone at the Gym she hadn''t tumbled into bed, and they''d alle away with big smiles. "Well, I''m not apologizing for that." "Unapologetic, also a trait." Scoria squeezed Willow with her wing for the cheek, the sharp intake of breath at the pressure as cute as any squeal. "Well, since you''re straying into mean, I suppose you were close," Scoria said as she tucked an arm around Willow''s waist. "We get distracted, with work, with women, with life. But we tried to do the best for Brandy, and we weren''t ever perfect." Willow batted at Scoria''s arm, but it was a weak effort. She quickly stroked her fingers through the thick white fur along Scoria''s arm. "There''s seven of us." "Two" Scoria said, "Diana may have six bodies, but we''ve had tea together. She struggles to be in two ces at once and loses focus the more spread her attention is." "I know that, but she can be with Maple and me simultaneously. We got more hands than most families." Willow sighed. "We still let things slip." "Brandy has nothing but nice things to say about Maple. Maybe found her a little annoying with how confident she was, but Brandy never suggested it wasn''t earned." Willow ducked her head, still refusing to ept it so Scoria pulled her into herp and ran a hand along the slim woman''s legs. "I do know another woman who can be annoyingly confident in her opinions, to her own detriment." "Now who is being mean?" Willow said, digging her fingernails into Scoria''s arm. Scoria bit her earlobe in response, teasing the nub between her teeth as Willow let a groan wallow in her throat. "You know I''m right. You did your best. Thinking you can be perfect is how Maple got into so much trouble." Scoria said, "She''s a wonderful daughter, faults and all, be proud of her." Willow blushed and buried her face in Scoria''s wings, the shame burning inside her warmer than the Volcarona''s wings. The heat attracted both the Bug and Fire inside Scoria, getting a woman all worked up and embarrassed? Perfect. "I can tell you you''ve been a bad girl if you like," Scoria growled in Willow''s ear, her fingers scratching along Willow''s thighs. "Punish you for being so awful." "Only one person being awful here." Willow spread her legs, letting Scoria slide her fingers right past the hem of her skirt. "I''m not the one who needs punishing." "I''m right here," Scoria whispered into Willow''s ear. Her hot breath made Willow tremble as it flowed through her ear canal and enmed her thoughts. Or so it felt anyway. "Do your worst." Willow took a deep breath, drawing it into her lungs to puff up her chest before she exhaled and let her shoulders slump. Scoria appreciated the view a lot, Willow''s chest wasn''t massive, but it was more than enough to draw the eye and keep it there. Then she reached under her skirt,ced her fingers around Scoria''s, and forced the Volcarona to use her fingers to peel back Willow''s panties and stroke at the slit beyond. "If this is your idea of punishment, no wonder Maple felt she could do no wrong." Scoria teased and Willow squeezed her hands tight in response. Willow twisted her head to look at the tall mothdy, giving her a death stare squint as her long blonde hair brushed against Scoria''s cheeks. "I don''t see what everyone sees in you." she hissed, but she coaxed Scoria''s fingers to continue. "You push your luck far too much." Scoria wasn''t about to fail to rise to the implicit challenge. She curled her fingers up inside Willow and rubbed them firmly along her folds, letting heat pour from her fingertips so Willow''s insides couldn''t help but get wet for her. The waves of heat went together with the pressure perfectly to leave Willow breathless. Willow pressed her knees together, her eyes closed as she let herself linger in the moment. Her lips parted for a content moan, just enough for Scoria to dive in for a kiss and tease Willow''s tongue. Scoria had a gifted tongue, a whip-like length that was dexterous enough to snag Willow''s tongue and pull it out before she could work out what was happening. Scoria kept going once she had it, feeding out more of the slender wet muscle until she had an entire loop on Willow''s tongue and enough extra length to give Willow a tongue ne. It usually worked to get humans excited, and Willow was no exception. She panted hard and dug her nails into the soft fur along Scoria''s arms, wordlesslymunicating her needs. Stop teasing and start kissing the shit out of her. Scoria kept her fingers stroking deep into Willow''s wet pussy as she took her mouth with the same vigorous enthusiasm. She squeezed Willow''s neck lightly with her tongue as their lips met around the wet length. It was just a teasing choke but enough to make the kissing that followed furiously needy, unlike the usuallyposed Willow. She''d stoked the fire, and now Willow was melting under her touch, the wetness pooling around Scoria''s fingers as the gasps in the kiss came faster and faster. Scoria pushed her thumb inside Willow, and it had Willow snap her head back with a gloriously high-pitched wail. That didn''t stop Scoria from stretching Willow''s inner walls wide with flexing fingers curling around the thumb''s thickness, rubbing spiralling lines over any spot that got Willow squirming. Willow arched her back and pressed her weight on Scoria''s thighs, hands grasping at Scoria''s clothes for support. "Scoria!" "Mmm?" Scoria said, voice a little muffled because she had her tongue wrapped around Willow''s throat. "Bedroom?" Scoria looked at the kitchen table. She could bend Willow over that; she didn''t need to go all the way. Willow sped her cheeks with both hands and stared into her eyes, voice firm and oh so needy. "Bedroom." Bedroom it was. --- She could have been gentle about it, but Scoria was worked up, so she threw Willow right onto the bed. Willow yelped as she hit the covers, but she didn''t have time to bounce free of their soft embrace before Scoria pounced right on top of her. Scoria''s wings wrapped Willow up in a warm cocoon, and she peppered her face with kisses as the humanughed and tried to free her arms to give Scoria a punch. "I''m not a sack of rice to toss about. Treat me nice!" Willow fumed as she was wrapped up pretty thoroughly in Scoria''s wings. "Rice is nd. You''re much tastier." Scoria said as she licked around Willow''s neck and nibbled away at her skin. Scoria didn''t just believe in forey. She was here for all-out forewar. "Cocky, rude, and a bad listener." Willow batted her hands at Scoria''s chest before giving up and just getting a nice handful. Scoria wasn''t just tall, she was all curves to y with, and Willow was only human. "Pretty, though. I hope Brandy isn''t as bad an influence as you." "Brandy''s a sweetheart. I don''t know where she gets it from." Scoria smiled, "And I''m an excellent listener, hanging on every beautiful word thates out of that kissable mouth." Willow snorted. "That kind of talk work on your usual lovers?" "I can feel your heartbeat," Scoria said, pressing her chest to Willow''s. Their breasts rubbed together through the cloth of their shirts as Scoria got as close as she could. "Thump, thump. It doesn''t lie. You''re enjoying this." "I am," Willow admitted as she pressed her mouth against Scoria''s, tongue slipping out to taste her lips. Scoria tried to take her with her tongue again, but Willow bit Scoria''s top lip to ward it off. She wouldn''t be entirely pliant to everything Scoria did, her hands pressing between them to attack Scoria''s shirt buttons. "Enjoy it more once I''ve got these clothes off you." "Want to see if your colleague''s stories are true?" Scoria said with a satisfied buzz. Her wings grew a little warmer from the pleasure of getting Willow worked up. Fire types were unfairly seen as horny messes, but the truth was they loved passion in their partners and themselves. Forey and buildup was a Fire Type art. "Those stories were quite unbelievable," Willow said as she picked Scoria''s shirt buttons apart. A little growl of appreciation in her throat at thecy ck bra Scoria wore underneath. "If you can live up to half of it, you''ll be doing very well." Well, that was a challenge, one Scoria happily epted by diving down and iming Willow''s mouth once again. Her hands went to the hem of Willow''s skirt, smoothing it down Willow''s legs with gentle pushes to reveal dark blue satin panties. "How sweet. Did you get dressed up nice for me?" Scoria said, her blue eyes shining smugly at Willow. Willow pulled her top apart with one smooth jerk of her hands, sending buttons bouncing all over the bedroom as they snapped off. Scoria didn''t stop grinning as even Willow pulled her arms back to remove the sleeves and dipped Scoria''s face down into her chest. "Oho, what''s the matter, Willow? You''re used to handling six women at once. Am I too much for you?" The teasing wasn''t lost on Willow, who grabbed Scoria''s horns and forced her head down. Scoria rubbed her head along Willow''s body as she put up a y fight to force Willow to put some muscle into it. She had a good grip though and soon had Scoria face first in those blue panties, Willow taking deep breaths above her as she tried to calm down. "Diana has done things to me you could only dream of. You''re going to be fighting very hard tonight for second ce." "We''ll see." Scoria trilled and tugged down Willow''s panties with a finger as the human kept a firm grip on her horns. It was an undeniable power y from Willow, who had thoroughly lost control otherwise. Theposed woman didn''t want to admit Scoria was pushing all her buttons. Well, she''d have her singing a different song soon enough. Wiggling her butt in the air so Willow could enjoy the sight of her thick hips, Scoria gripped Willow''s ass and pulled her closer, feeling the warm heat of a pussy that wasn''t even trying to hide its excitement for Scoria. She gave it ap with the tip of her tongue, a gentle roll around the edges of the lips, and savored the quiet moan of pleasure that slipped past Willow''s teeth. "She goes down on you?" Scoria said sweetly. "You''re acting all virginal right now." "Three at a time. Less talk, more tongue." Willowmanded, and she had a good voice for it. Imperious but needy, she was open with what she wanted and firm with how much she wanted it. She wanted more tongue? Scoria could do that. Scoria took onest moment to admire the view before she stuck her tongue between Willow''s thighs, licking up the juices dripping down her legs from the excitement and heat of just having Scoria near her. She wanted to tease Willow with what she was in for and curled her tongue at the speed of a cier. An achingly slow advance that let Willow getfortable with how much wet muscle wasshing at her walls andpose herself before cramming in even more that had Willow''s toes curl and her thighs press against Scoria''s head as she made some delightfully throaty moans. Scoria''s tongue wasn''t particrly thick, but its unreal length let her use it with precision to hone in on any bit of Willow''s insides that made her squirm and thenvish it with attention, the tip of her tongue drawing intricate works of art on Willow''s wet, trembling flesh. She had more tongue than Willow had space to take it, so she curled it back in on itself, turning into a writhing mass that had Willow''s feet scraping along the bedcovers as her head pounded back into a pillow. Scoria was thankful for her strong neck, or else Willow could have used her horns to twist her head right off. She worked her tongue tip back up along Willow''s folds and found the clit among the writhing mess of tongue. She licked at it gently, building sensitivity as Willow tried to piece together a coherent thought through the waves of pleasure. "Scoria," Willow groaned and humped Scoria''s face with her hips, using Scoria''s as handlebars to swing on. Her name sounded ever so sweet in Willow''s mouth right now, and she redoubled her efforts to try to coax more cries of it out. It worked. To Scoria''s delight, Willow seemed to be a bit of a screamer, and soon her name was being sung out into the room. Some other muffled screams were among them, but she paid them no mind. She was focused on Willow''s pleasure right now. All else could wait. As Willow was tongueshed toward what would no doubt be a thunderous orgasm, her hands got slick with sweat and slipped off Scoria''s horns. Willow wasn''t about to give up the tongue, her legs closed around Scoria''s head, and she grabbed handfuls of Scoria''s red hair to hold on. "Your tongue." Willow mewled. "Too much." Scoria smiled and wormed back down, forcing her tongue deeper between the tight folds of Willow''s pussy, careful not to tie her tongue in a knot. She could feel Willow''s muscles twitching and clenching around her tongue. She could taste the sweetness of the woman as juices flowed from Willow''s pussy. Willow leaned her head over, trying to muffle her cries with a pillow. Still, she couldn''t fully bury her face, so half of the loud cries escaped and echoed off the bedroom walls. "I''m gonna cum!" Willow whimpered and rocked her hips against Scoria''s tongue. "Oh fuck, already?" Scoria felt Willow''s body tense. Willow had the stamina to be with a partner with six bodies, but Scoria was delighted to find out that didn''t stop her from having a hair trigger. She was going to absolutely ruin this beautiful woman before the night was done. Willow rushed fast towards orgasm, so Scoria did what she knew she had to. Scoria stopped eating her out, her tongue ck while still stuffed in Willow''s pussy. "Nooo!" Willow cried, apletely undignified cry, as she rolled her hips against Scoria''s tongue to try to finish herself. "Come on! Scoria!" Scoria couldn''t exactly reply with her tongue stuffed deep inside the woman, but she gave her an impish re instead. Let her decide what that meant. "Scoria, please? I''ll beg. You''re pretty. Wonderful." Willow said, chest heaving. A sheen of sweat on her skin suited her. She had a lovely fit body either inherited from her Fighting Type lover or just the result of having to keep a woman with six bodies happy. "Sexy. Hot. Powerful. Please? Please, please, please." Scoria slurped her tongue out of Willow with one long, a spiraling roll of her head and pushed Willow right to the edge of an orgasm. "You don''t need to beg me, darling," Scoria said as she licked her lips and let a little lick of fire light up on the end of it. The flickering me sunk into her tongue, coating it with a heat haze as Scoria took a moment to set up her Move correctly. Fire Wheel was usually very showy, but Fenny had helped her find other uses. The hot tip of her tongue pressed back to Willow''s pussy, making the human squirm, but it didn''t burn her. It was just a flush of warm heat that soothed muscles and revived exhausted nerves. Readying Willow to feel every little bit of what was toe. Scoria began to corkscrew her tongue into Willow with a flick of the long muscle. Willow was so on edge after nearly orgasming that it only took a few moments for her to start thrashing against Scoria''s tongue. Scoria got a firm hold of Willow''s hips so she could work properly, angling her body so it was easy to slide her tongue in and out of the sopping wet pussy. Once she had a good position, she abused it mercilessly, twisting her tongue into a corkscrew to slowly work it deeper and deeper into Willow. Willow moaned so loudly Scoria thought she''de early, but it was just her being a delightful screamer again. For such a usually sensible and preppy woman, she sure knew some colorful swearwords to yell when she was getting drilled down on. Willow tried to muffle herself with a pillow, but she was really noisy, and Scoria liked that, so she worked extra hard to make sure her screams into the pillow still echoed through the room. The corkscrew of sweltering heat that cored Willow out was far too much for the woman to handle. Scoria barely had to focus on hitting the right spots to drive Willow crazy. She could hear the humans heartbeat quicken to a thunderous beat and her screams crack as she needed to breathe in frantic gasps. She managed a few more ecstatic cries of Scoria''s name. Then the touchpaper she''d lit within Willow finally came to an incredible explosion. Scoria felt the woman''s wet walls mp down on her tongue, her muscles clenching and tensing as she came hard. "Scoria! Legendary!" Willow screamed as she thrashed her body against Scoria''s face. Scoria loved it. Shepped up everyst drop of her lover''s sweet nectar as much as she did the praise, savoring the strong taste of a human who''d hit a ridiculous height of pleasure. Willow held her hands over her heart as she took deep, steadying breaths. Scoria crawled up her body and fluttered her wings over Willow''s arms, the soft brushes of her wings'' fur making Willow giggle. Scoriaid her body''s weight on Willow and stared down at her with big bright eyes. "Legendary am I?" Willow blushed and tried to look away, but Scoria turned her head back with a hand. She was going to get an answer for this one. "I meant," Willow chewed the word as she tried to think of an excuse. "It was okay." "Okay? I think they heard you in Motostoke. You inherit an extra set of lungs from Diana?" "No, nothing physical like that. Stamina, strength," she trailed off and mumbled something under her breath. Scoria leaped on it as she ground their hips together and teased Willow with the bulge in her skirt. "And?" Scoria smiled. "You''re an educator, Willow. I expect a full answer." Willow blushed even deeper, squeezing her eye shut so she didn''t have to look at the grinning Scoria. Which just meant what she felt was more vivid. The firmness of the hard length Scoria pressed against her thigh, fingers with long nails that left teasing trails along her skin as they massaged Willow''s sides. Scoria''s hot breath washed over her face poured down her cleavage and made her sweat all the harder. She just couldn''t hold out against it. "Multi-orgasmic. I tend toe a lot." Willow tried to tail off, but Scoria''s stare got the whole truth out of her. "Six times as much." "And you''re embarrassed about that?" Scoriaughed. "Willow! That''s incredible. Fenny would be jealous. I''ll have to take care not to break you." "Liar. You''re going to take full advantage of it. You''re a flirt and a rascal." Scoria flicked a web shot back to hit the end of her skirt and flicked it off herself with a quick tug. Willow craned her head to try to look at her ass and from how hard she bit her bottom lip, she liked what she saw. "I was going to take full advantage of you no matter what, blondie, but it''s good to know you''re going to be cumming hard and often for me." "You need the help?" Willow said and wilted back into the bed covers at Scoria''s unamused look. But getting such a strong reaction spurred her on to keep teasing. "You''re only one Pok¨¦mon, after all. I joined Turrfield Gym because I''m used to being in bed with a whole team." Scoria couldn''t fault Willow for her pride in her partner Diana. Any couple together for long enough tended to end up fiercely devoted to each other. Being bonded to a Falinks had to be a tough challenge. One that Willow seemed to relish, Maple probably had gotten her fearless attitude more from Willow herself than anything they''d taught her. But because Willow had a good reason to be proud didn''t mean Scoria would ept second ce. She was proud that she could make a woman melt underneath her, and Willow was a wee challenge. Scoria leaned forward, kissed Willow, and rolled her cock over her stomach. Scoria grabbed the bottom of Willow''s shirt and pulled it up over Willow''s head, revealing her toned body with a pair of nicely shaped breasts that hadn''t shown even a bit of age and a tight stomach. The delightful perks of being with a Fighting Type. The head of her cock sketched out the lightly toned lines of Willow''s stomach muscles and made the human shiver as she felt what wasing. Scoria was only a little above average when it came to size, but she had her own ways of breaking even the worst of size queens. Willow was wet and eager, which was perfect to finally get into the actual fucking. With enough buildup, you could rattle anyone''s brain in their skull. Willow gasped as Scoria pushed through her folds smoothly, filling her up and stretching her out. Her legs spread slightly, and she arched her neck back as Scoria pinned down her shoulders and let those Fighting gifted muscles squeeze down on her cock. Dripping wet and exquisitely tight, abination that made Scoria''s toes curl and wings flutter. She wanted to pound Willow, but pussy this good wouldn''t make that easy. "Now, where am I going to find a whole team?" Scoria teased and slowly pumped her hips, sliding through her tight lover and enjoying every bit of resistance. It was intense for both of them, Scoria''s gasps and Willow''s groans synching up perfectly. Their bodies were slick with sweat as the heat between them grew, Scoria was always warm, but she burned extra-hot when in a beautiful woman. Their skin slipped over each other as she dug deep into herself to draw out a Move. Scoria''s wings buzzed loudly behind her as Willow pawed at her side. Scoria slid her body over Willow''s skin, her breasts pressed down on Willow''s and kneaded, her hips rolled to stir her cock through Willow''s wet insides. A slow, sensuous dance that tingled as Scoria''s furiously beating wings built up speed. Willow''s eyes were drawn to the ck dots on Scoria''s red wings as the flickering wings began to make intricate patterns. Mesmerized as Scoria''s Quiver Dance captured Willow in its web. Willow''s confused scream at the first illusory kiss got an evil chuckle out of Scoria as the Quiver Dance began to create afterimages. Though that wasn''t quite the right word, they didn''t just follow Scoria''s moves. The brief copies of herself made out of a fiery red glow could be directed, and their touch felt all too real for Willow. Especially when one briefly tugged that gorgeous blonde hair back with one hand and crammed several inches of cock down her moaning throat. Willow''s shocked splutter came through clearly as the image faded away, only to be reced by one that squeezed her chest together and slid its length through her breasts. "Scoria!" Willow sounded almost offended, but the excitement threaded through that word was clear. "Which one?" Scoria teased and flipped Willow over onto her front. That got her first mini-orgasm as her insides slid around her dick, and Willow pressed her face into the pillow to moan as her pussy clenched down on Scoria''s dick. A few fire copies kissed her cheeks and all down her back, ruffled her hair, and gave her some loving squeezes, their hot lips and handprints leaving behind flushed marks all over Willow''s body. Willow''s reply was lost as another fire image took her throat. As she mewled over the glowing cock in her mouth, another copy appeared before Scoria and took Willow from behind. A brief moment of triple stuffing for the lover of orgies was enough to really have Willow screaming in ecstasy, she had such a hair trigger for her orgasms, and Scoria was pushing her buttons hard right now. Her insides fluttered along Scoria''s cock as Scoria pounded Willow into the bedsheets. Quiver Dance didn''t have to do afterimages, but there was an extra fun trick when she did. As Scoria withdrew, a fiery afterimage flowed out of her body and thrust forward, as she pounded forward, she felt the heat of her afterimage blow through her as it fluttered back. Scoria didn''t use this trick often, mainly because she liked her Partners tost longer, but Willow was a master at fucking multiple partners, and she could take it. The experience of being fucked twice over by Scoria and her fiery afterimage pushed Willow hard past the edge, and she cried out and thrashed as she came. Once, twice, it just kept happening until she couldn''t even get enough breath to scream, hot panted breaths as orgasms crashed into each other andpletely overwhelmed her. Scoria couldn''t resist a p to that ass. Willow yelped at the shock of pain amongst the delight of pleasure, and another fiery clone took her throat again, and she gulped down on it like it was a sweet treat. It was a real shame Scoria couldn''t share her feeling with her Quiver Dance images. She''d just have to enjoy that mouth for herselfter. "I can''t believe you''re still going," Scoria said after a few minutes of seemingly endless orgasms from Willow. Scoria''s cock was fully lubed up with Willow''s juices; the wicked tightness of this gorgeous woman''s pussy was a breeze to pound hard. Willow hadn''t got a coherent word out for a while now, but every time Scoria tried to slow, she''d press needily back onto Scoria''s dick. It impressed the hell out of Scoria, she''d had a few who could keep up with her before, but even Fenny would struggle to endure all this and not pass out. Willow was seemingly insatiable, her body undting in perfect time to pleasure Scoria, her eyes an unfocused delirium of ecstasy. She''d wanted to have Willow pass out at least once before she came, but she was just too much for Scoria to hold on that long. Her back ached from beating her wings fast enough to keep all her fire images going, but she made one more push as she felt the tightness of an oing orgasm. The fire images were merciless, mouth, ass, breasts, every inch of Willow was assaulted with cock, and she reached out to try to stroke and suck with masterful skill. Diana better appreciate just how good this woman was, or Scoria would have some words. The heat of it all had made the room absolutely sweltering. Scoria''s images burst apart in onest hot st of air like a vent had opened to let the pressure out of her whole body. Her fingers dug deep grooves into Willow''s ass as she held on. Willow''s back arched all the way as she felt iting. Scoria''s whole world went white with pleasure as she came hard, a rushing release deep into Willow''s pussy that had Willow biting the pillow madly as she writhed on the end of Scoria''s cock. She held firm for as long as she could, but it eventually became too much, and Scoria''s legs buckled under her and dropped her onto Willow''s back. Even stuffed full of Volcarona cock, there just wasn''t enough room in Willow to hold it all, they''d made an almighty mess, and it''d already been pretty bad from how often Willow hade. They took some time to get their breath back, their bodies rising and falling together as they caught their breath. Willow looked up and smiled, starry-eyed with pleasure, and all her worries thoroughly washed away. "Again?" "Again!" Scoria scoffed. "You''re insatiable." "Not got it in you?" Willow grinned. She was still twitching; petite after-shock orgasms from it all made her body tense under Scoria and squeeze in some delightful ways. "Oh, sweetheart," Scoria said as she pushed herself up. "If that improved your mood then I''m not even close to done with you. You''re leaving here all smiles." --- Willow let the shower water flow over her body as she ran her fingers through her hair. It''d been fun, but Scoria had clearly been pent up with Fenny gone, and she''d absolutely stered Willow in cum. Even some early morning showers hadn''t gotten it all out. Everything felt sticky again, her hair worst of all. It would take a lot of shampoo to clear this all out. At least the water helped soothe her muscles, she was more than used to ridiculous bouts of sex, but this would be a highlight for her for quite some time. She''d have to get Diana and Scoria to share tips sometime. What the two could cook up would be wonderful. It was nice of Scoria to do this for her, help dispel her worries about Maple, and take the pressure off Diana to perform. Not that the Firebug hadn''t had plenty of her own fun at Willow''s expense, but all in all, it had been gratifying. Now Maple was making friends with Brandy, and Scoria was cooking food. Everything was good. Hopefully, they hadn''t noticed how fucked silly she''d been. It could embarrass the pair of them. No, they''d probably not noticed. They were just young adults, and it''d be a while before they picked up on subtle things like that. The shower curtain twitched aside, but Willow was too busy doing her hair to look as the shampoo ran down over her eyes. She didn''t need to look to know who was there anyway, not when warm wings wrapped around her and a hand went down to her pussy, stroking some of the water up to clean her out. "Scoria! I''m getting clean," she said, though her heart wasn''t in it. She was immensely fond of the Volcarona right now. "I''m helping. You''re missing spots." Scoria said and stroked her fingers up into her as she slid the length of her cock between Willow''s thighs. "Deep in here, very messy." "And you got a way to clean it?" Willow growled, and she bumped her shoulders back against the tease. They sunk into soft breasts. She''d forgotten in all that lying down just how tall Scoria was. She tried to blink away the shampoo, but it was all over her face and stung, so she had to just work it out by feeling. This got pretty easy when hands grabbed her hips and pushed her whole chest against the wet bathroom tile. "I never did get to Struggle Bug you, but it''s perfect for deep cleans," Scoria said as the ridge of her cock stroked over Willow''s slit. She didn''t even try to fight it. She wanted it, squirming her hips to try to hilt herself. "Struggle Bug? Isn''t that a weak move?" "Oh, sweetheart. You should listen to your colleague''s stories more carefully." Scoria said as she thrust forward. "Pay attention, Gym Teacher. I''ll give you a lesson in why you should never put down weak moves." Scoria''s cock stirred inside her as she picked up speed and crushed Willow against the tile. It was rough and rather nice to get it that way, but nothing overly special. Until Scoria kept building up speed faster and faster. Hammering away any resistance inside Willow, burning a line through her folds as she hit a pace too quick to follow. Water sprayed everywhere as Willow shook from the impact. Surely she had to stop? It was like she was moving so fast she was vibrating! Scoria didn''t stop. She pressed Willow into the tiles and bounced her on her cock so fast the pping of their flesh together became almost a purr. She''d always been easy to makee, but usually, it took more than a few seconds! A fresh orgasm rose in her as her body squeezed tight around Scoria''s cock. The air mmed out of her lungs as she shivered, her head thrown back and her spine rigid. "Fuck! Scoria, too fast!" Scoria paid her cries no mind and didn''t slow. She just got her hands around Willow''s breasts to protect them from the tile, her fingers vibrating with speed just as much as Scoria''s cock was. Struggle Bug was meant to be weak! This was a furious assault that soon had every inch of Willow''s pussy rubbed on hard by a stiff vibrating length that dragged through herpletely heedless of how tightly she squeezed back. Willow came again, tried to reach back to paw at Scoria, got her fingers lightly bitter, and came again from the shock of that! "Holy fuck!" she gasped, shaking and unable to breathe. What was wrong with her? Why was sheing so damn fast? Struggle Bug. She''d been warned, but she hadn''t listened. She should have listened. "I''ll be quick," Scoria promised, and Willow felt relief flood her. She wouldn''tst five minutes like this. "Food should be ready in half an hour. You''re going to be hungry after. I''m sure the girls will sneak out," Scoria licked along Willow''s throat, and even her vibrating tongue sent Willow''s body twisting into another heart-fluttering orgasm. Half a fucking hour! She was going to be dead four times over before that. "You''re too beautiful to let go without getting to enjoy all of me. So rx, and enjoy it." Willow didn''t do much rxing, but she did plenty of enjoying. Scoria got full marks after. Almost. Willow took one off for not being Diana, but she couldn''t wait to put them both in a room and review her results. 84 – A Date With Death 84 ¨C A Date With Death "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 Pok¨¦mons'' 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 shing with excitement. "Should I leave my address?" Calcine put a hand on the Pok¨¦mon''s head and turned her around with a twist of her wrist before sending her on the way with a p on her ass. She barked augh 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 friskyter!" "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 andughed 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 nned. 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 contemtive 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 thinkter." Now what did that even mean?! --- 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 ce, though. Poke-Bites was a chain restaurant you could find pretty much anywhere in Gr. Brandy hadn''t been much. It was pricy and more for the adults out on dates. Her main memory of the ce was her old girlfriend Cherry deciding to tag team in the Mewtwo Burger Challenge together for Cherry''s Birthday. They''d ked 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 ce was not exactly fancy, but it was fancier than you expected from a burger ce. Private booths, soft music, and plenty of nts 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 Pok¨¦mon working the counter wearing so many hairs she could have trawled the ocean and a stic raincoat with matching stic 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 Pok¨¦mon she was, but the light and dark hair in the hairs and her tall,nky body made Brandy reasonably confident she was a Linoone. Cook was a rough job for any furred Pok¨¦mon. She must really love her work. "Hey, lovebirds!" the suspected Linoone chirped, waving a Spat 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 tonguepletely 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 brte in the pink diner outfit sitting on thep of a curvy Pok¨¦mon 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 brte waitress on herp. 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 herp 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 herp, 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 assertivedy. "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''sps out of Brandy''s sight, and the pair got busy with their hands. The noises she made only got louder. No wonder the ce wasn''t busy. It sounded like there was a murder beingmitted. "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 stato 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 te. Holly had raised a squirt bottle from beside her and tried to spray Brandy, the mist mainly hitting the te and only lightly dusting her hair. "Oh, quick hands! Nice!" Hollyughed, "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 ns y out." Has anyone ever died on a Double Date? Brandy was suddenly not entirely confident of her chances. 85 – Table Service 85 ¨C Table Service Brandy had seen her fair share of marathon orgasms by now, but Holly was just showing off. The waitress flopped over theps 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 amendable effort from someone so clearly spent. She only caught Brandy''s eyes once, with a fucked stupid smile and a zed 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 Pok¨¦mon with the ability to break a woman like Mercury butcking 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,dies," Mahi grinned. "Rock, Fire, Grass with tongues. The winner stays on. Ready? Go." Mahi banged her fist on the table as some very wet-soundingpetition urred 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 augh. It was so nice to see someone struggling to keep control of her horny Pok¨¦mon. 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 thedy could pass, Brandy squeaked as her thighs got poked rather firmly before a head popped out. Shiny ck 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 ident, too, in school?" "Senna and I tried, but Cherry beat us to it." Tansyughed. "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 ces, 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, ns already made. But I meant it about the tip. I think we got milkshakesing." 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 toy 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 brte, 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 ce." 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 toe 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 usuallyst, but Tansy and Senna had been dating seemingly since they''d met. They must have stronger bonds than even Pok¨¦mon 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 ns." "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''sp. She held on weakly and kissed the Marill''s ears,pletely 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 troubleter 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 offorting 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. 86 – Sink or Swim (18+) 86 ¨C Sink or Swim (18+) Having a Pok¨¦mon 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 herp. 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 hadst 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 Mahiugh. "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 apletely 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 sting she''d gotten in theke, the mind melting ecstasybing 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 ss and formed a floating ball. "I got to wash out some water rat''s tongue?" Mahi said, voice filled with sharine 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 ss, and then put her hand down toce 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 here 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 noisesst time." Mahi was undeniably evil, but sexy evil really did it for Brandy. She could put up with sleeping with a super-viin 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 mbered 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 andplete satisfaction. As Mahi and Holly took Senna off, Brandy was left with the unconscious brte and a burning question she wished she''d asked. What were they going to do where a crying Maple was a possible oue? 87 – Clue Bat 87 ¨C Clue Bat Forck 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 toin, it¡¯d have been pointless anyway. The Brte 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 fromughing was she didn''t want to upset Maple. "Brandy, get me down!" "Calcine," Brandy tried to say sternly, but it didn''tnd at all when she was already biting down augh. She just got a t 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 herp. "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 herp 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 yed 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 herp. 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 gettingfortable in herp. Wiggling her butt to getfy. Touching her side and stroking her arms for support. Wait a second... "What is the date n you have for me?" Brandy said, trying to keep her voice steady. She was assuming things! She had to y 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!" Mapleughed as she leaned back on Brandy. "Carry me?" "Legs don''t work?" Brandy said, giving Maple a bounce in herp. "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 forfort. 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 Pok¨¦mon bathing beside it, though once a year, all the barges woulde upstream and throw an on-the-water market festival which Brandy loved because there were always plenty of Poffin vendors. Brandy hadpleted her quest to eat every type of Poffin that existed before she''d even left Turrfield, so she''d had to settle for Pok¨¦mon. 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 saidmely. 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 breathtely. 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 ck 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. "Wee 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 yful and hoped one of those wasing 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 augh 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. d 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. 88 – That’s the Rub 88 ¨C That¡¯s the Rub "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 allcquered. A little me 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 me with her hand. Just a tease. She wasn''t into it. Probably. It depended on how hot the Pok¨¦mon was. "Calcine''s not a full fire Type yet, so no burning yourself either! Get over here. You''re a menace." Maple hadid out a big stash of pillows for their on-deck pic 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 Brandyughed 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 sheughing? 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 gonepletely 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 through 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 Pok¨¦mon, not in a domineering way but firmly. Help rtionships 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''sp and her legs kicked up onto a pile of pillows. "You handled Mercury better. You got your first Pok¨¦mon 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 undone the ropes earlier, which was on azy drift down the stream. With the motor off, the asional ssh 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. "Yourp''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 Pok¨¦mon for sure." D''aww. Brandy was blushing. "You''d need to carry a stedder 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 thepel 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 Pok¨¦mon battle or the breath-stealing kiss of a worked-up Partner. It was slow and gentle. Brandy wanted to make itst longer, stretch out that soft moment until she could wrap herself up in a nket 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 Pok¨¦-mom was a Fighting Type, with how perfectlyposed Maple always looked. You''d be tricked into thinking she''d inherited a ridiculous amount of Fairy for sure. Brandy wasn''t going toin. 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 herp, a squeak of protest as she tumbled onto the pillows, anchored to Brandy by the hand down her pants. Maplended 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 nted 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 fullyy 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 hercy, ck 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 simplemandpletely 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. 89 – And Then They F*cked! (18+) 89 ¨C And Then They F*cked! (18+) A good Trainer yed 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''de so close to spotting Maple''s interest. She had to work on that, more self-confidence and eptance 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 Pok¨¦mon were always a bit more extreme than humans. Weakness identified. Now Brandy had to y 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 sp 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 gaspedmands that Brandy followed as loyally as any Pok¨¦mon. The soft sounds of pleasure Maple made under her were the reward, and as they intensified and Maple lost the ability to evenmand 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 n 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 chestnded 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 yful 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 wee and wereing 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 Mapleughed at her, but it was a fondugh 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 somehowforting. "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 Pok¨¦mon?" "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 somethingpletely new. No guidanceing. 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 Nic did to her, but that whole experience had been so searingly intense 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 asionally 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 ke 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 ce, and Brandy used that. It wasn''t the quick unraveling Nic 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 mped 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 herints 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 bothst 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. 90 – Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop (18+) 90 ¨C Can¡¯t Stop, Won¡¯t Stop (18+) Brandy knew Maple waspetitive, but she''d only experienced it second-hand at college. When her pussy was the focus of Maple''spetitive spirit, that really brought into crystal rity how intense her drive was to win. "That''s so good," Brandy moaned as Maple''s tongue thered 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''te 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 Brandyy 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 wasing. Maple had fumbled at the start, but she''d put in the work, and now Brandy was hers to melt onmand. "Maple! You''re too good," Brandy groaned as Maple''s lips pressed hard against her clit, the tonguepping 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 wed 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 tamepared to their earlier furious battles. They just yed 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. "Rx, enjoy this. You don''t have anything to prove." "You''re ahead, though," Maple huffed as she rxed 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 red 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. Hyperpetitive. Incredibly sexy. Want to fuck me into a gooey puddle." Maple''s re intensified, and she dappled her fingertips over Brandy''s chest. "I do like the idea of making you a puddle..." Brandyughed 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 rx 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 st. 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 ady ma." 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 yfully forced Maple to tighten her grip. If she was going to do that, Brandy could y too, pping her hands down on Maple''s ass with a firm p 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 offter." "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 themvish 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,pletely 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," Brandyughed 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. "Nowy 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. 91 – The Noodle Incident 91 ¨C The Noodle Incident rhghgrhfghhgfhfg 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,ughed as Brandy spat the water out. "She''s got you with that three times now." Maple, the traitor, said with augh 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 Pok¨¦mon who could be rascals, and Poison Types were aw 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 aplete 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 hotdies. 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 mmed 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''te 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 practicest 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 p 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 cane 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 re. It just made herugh. "I was kidding! I was kidding. I heard you two at it all night." she blew another jet of water at them, sshing 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 Pok¨¦mon. 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 Pok¨¦mon. 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. --- "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 Pok¨¦mon 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 rtionship 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 se 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 toe 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 ady 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 tough at that! It''s teen love." "Dorky as heck is what it is." Brandyughed. "d 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 wasing 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 upughing. "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 Pok¨¦mon 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 sh 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." Mapleughed. "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 herst word hard. "Girlfriend." Maple''s little shiver at the word was the best. 92 – Cooling Off 92 ¨C Cooling Off It''d been a day of adventure, and Brandy was exhausted, but there was onest 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 aplishment. Turrfield was a small ce, 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,ughing 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 yful 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 wasing 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 nced 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 bit, 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!" Mapleughed 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 Pok¨¦mon hot." Brandy settled, if only so Maple wouldn''t throw her off. "Pok¨¦mon and now you, so anything I find hot about this is your fault, and I am meless." Maple ignored the logic and focused on sweet-talking her way past the club doordy without even putting Brandy down; just a sh of a smile and a quick "Shepletes 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 sshing 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 rtionship 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 Pok¨¦monid 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 azy wink, pure icy blue eyes smoldering away as she turned her attention back to her Partners. Most Pok¨¦mon were human-shaped, and thisdy 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 herp. One was ady with a stunned expression and short, clipped ck hair. She looked so formal, like she''de right from work, and she was still wearing her office shirt, which had been ripped open to expose her chest, nowced with colorfully painted kisses. All from the lips of the other person in Calcine''sp, 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 thedy sandwiched between the two Pok¨¦mon. 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 officedy''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 pped 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 rxed and amused. Calcine could be pretty calm at times, but this level of rxation meant she''d probably had a wild time too. That or the officedy wasn''t just sitting on herp, 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 officedy''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 Pok¨¦mon. "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 herp. "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 ce a lot of people had passed out. In a way, it still was. "Those two got into apetition, 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 officedy 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 p 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 officedy giving away that she wasn''t just going to slide off Calcine''sp. "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, officedy?" "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 officedy 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 ces they couldn''t even see; they *really* had got along while their Trainers were away. 93 – Wrapping it All Up 93 ¨C Wrapping it All Up "No more!" Maple groaned, leaning her head onto Mahi''s shoulder and fluttering hershes. "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, sshing 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 rxed, even for someone who''d fucked an officedy 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 nced 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 twopetitors? 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 Pok¨¦mon 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-ce 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,plimenting 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''de 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 ofpliments 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,y 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." Scoriaughed. "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 onest 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 mothdy 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 shees home, she''ll be a different woman, but I don''t want to lose herpletely. 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 be 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 somepany if she were going to be put in a cocoon. Side Story! – Putting Colour Back in the Rainbow (18+) Side Story! ¨C Putting Colour Back in the Rainbow (18+) The shovel''s edge easily bit through the soft dirt, but it still took all of Avery''s weight pressed on the handle to dig it down deep enough to get a full scoop. The sun was a scorcher today, and the wind wasn''t blowing right across Lake Miloch to cool Avery off. For most, the conditions would be horrible, sweaty work, and plenty of it. Avery loved it. She''d spent years in a hot office helping manage the constantly baffling backend administration of finance for Wild Pok¨¦mon. She''d never neglected her work, but it had been dull, long, and often dealing with some very annoying Pok¨¦mon who didn''t even understand what money was for. Now it was just her, the sun, and a shovel. "It''s a spade," a prim and proper voice said beside her. The Pok¨¦mon beside her leaned on her own spade and gave Avery a smug smile. A sleek and slenderdy with a long and graceful light purple tail that bifurcated at the end to two tips. She was probably feeling the heat even worse, her whole body covered in purple fur except for the round red gem on her forehead. Her first ever Pok¨¦mon, though she''d been far less smug when she was just a little furball of an Eevee. Lauren was the first love of her life. "Spade, Shovel, what''s the difference?" Avery shrugged. Though she knew Lauren would tell her, she couldn''t resist. "A Shovel moves dirt, and a Spade digs it. You''ll break your back if you get it the wrong way round." Lauren exined. It was cute, really. She loved being the smart one so much that her big purple eyes gleamed and tightened at the edges to be even more cat-like. Avery stuck her shovel, no sorry spade, into the ground and then reached over to rub Lauren''s cat ears between her fingers. They had a nice thick bit of fluff in the scoop of the ear that was delightfully soft to the touch and was the only way Avery knew to get Lauren to shut up that didn''t involve pulling off her shorts. "A farming expert, are you?" "I had to, mmm, don''t stop doing that." Lauren purred and leaned into the fingers. "Had to read up on it. You bash your face against things until they give up." "Worked on you, didn''t it?" "Mmmm, but I want to save that face for me." Lauren purred, her tail swinging to loop around Avery''s shirt. Lauren reached over to pull at her neck. "Why are you still wearing a tie?" "I''m working." Avery said, "Got to wear a tie to work." "Not as a farmer! You''re ridiculous. I''m going to get you a straw hat. That''s the proper uniform. You''re badly dressed." Lauren said, letting the tie flick between her fingers. "Liar, you love me in a shirt and tie." Lauren bit her bottom lip as she tugged the tie knot looser but didn''t take it off. She popped off the top button and leaned in to press her lips just below Avery''s neck, her ears flicking to tease at Avery''s face with their soft fuzzy fur. Avery went to push her off; she was working! But then Avery sucked down on her skin, and that burst of pressure changed Avery''s mind. She could take a short break. Only fair. The Espeon was relentless with her kiss, drawing out the suckling until Avery had a new red welt to join the host of others that decorated her body. "You love doing that, don''t you?" "Wouldn''t let me when you were in the office. I''m making up for the lost time. You look good in spots. My spots." Lauren purred, "Salem likes them too." Salem, Avery''s other Partner. She had a shovel too, but she''d stuck it in the ground and used it as a backrest to nap against. Not that she was actually asleep, just shirking work, as she gave a thumbs up to Lauren. Salem had a slim build, but unlike Lauren''s elegant grace, she had some muscle on her bones and loved to show it off. Lauren at least wore a pair of shorts outside. Salem found clothes a horrible annoyance and loved being out in the countryside, where she could be naked whenever she liked. It helped that she was absolutely fucking gorgeous and could get away with it. Her short, sleek ck fur looked so wonderfully glossy in the sun, and the yellow bands around her limbs and her fat roon-like tail were so bright as to be golden in the beautiful day. Even her dark-skinned cock was a pleasure to look at as ity soft along her thighs, thick yet elegant with its own golden band near the tip. "I''m d Salem likes my body. You going to help us dig furball?" Salem opened one eye a fraction. A deep red with a slit of ck for the iris would have been a menacing sight if Avery didn''t know Salem''s life mission was to keep Avery happy. That and sneak in as many naps as possible during the day. "Hot," she said simply, pointing up to the sky. Her voice was a husky, deep rumble that made women weak at the knees. It certainly worked on Avery. "I know, hun. I got water. Let me cool you off some first?" Avery said, prying Lauren off her chest before she ended up striped with hickeys instead of spotted. "We need to get all the ground dug and tea nted before the week ends. When we finish, I''ll bepletely free?" That got Salem up. She bounded to her feet and snatched up her spade. "Let''s dig!" she said enthusiastically, churning up the dirt. Absolutely nowhere near the rows, Avery hadid out, but she didn''t have to worry about that being corrected. "In the rows, moonbeams for brains," Lauren said, ring at Salem. "You''re making more work for us, not less." "You barely work at all." Salem huffed. "Weak arms." "At least I''m awake to do it." "I could dig at night!" "Ah yes, and leave Avery in bed all for me. Perfect." Salem grabbed her shovel tight and growled deep. A deep bassy sound that made Avery vibrate in her skin, her heart beating quicker as the Move rolled through her. Rich with the promise of being pinned down and fucked senseless. Lauren even looked unsettled by it as the gem in her forehead lit up for a return attack. "Ladies!" Avery said, giving Lauren''s ears another thumbed squeeze. "Be nice to each other. You dragged me out here for my health. I''m not sure it''ll improve if you turn our garden into a warzone." They both huffed at the idea, but Salem came over to sandwich Avery in a hug, her long fingers with pointed, w-like nails traced over the hickey Lauren had given her. "Nice." "Thanks," Lauren grinned. "Want to do one too? I left space." Avery sighed. Hopefully, they got some digging done today. She''d just have to let them have some fun first. --- Several hickeyster and a fun time dumping a bottle of water over Salem and letting her shake off her skin, which made her furred muscles glisten in a way even Lauren appreciated. They''d actually made good progress on the digging. Three rows nted, they might actually grow some tea this season. It wasn''t like they needed the money, but when the pair had both been fluffball Eevee''s tea was how Avery had taught them how to use money. Once they''d taken to it, they''d insisted she kept making it for them. She was still suspicious the farm idea wasn''t for her health, but so she''d always have some Tea to hand for them. The gate''s bell rang as Avery was taking a drink, and she smiled at the visitor. The peaked caps of the local Rangers were always a wee sight for farmers in the countryside, keeping things calm so everyone could work without being constantly pestered by Wild Pok¨¦mon. An especially big problem in Lake Miloch. "Evening Aria. I hope the days are treating you well," Avery asked. "Could be better, but you may be able to help there." Salem looked up for her industrious digging and groaned. "No Serena today?" "Sorry, sweetie. She''s off delivering messages for me. We''ve got to cover the wholemunity today." Aria said. Salem was absolutely fascinated by the huge Corvknight birddy, and they''d be close friends almost immediately. Lauren was endlessly frustrated by them, which they absolutely yed up whenever possible. "You''re fine too." Salem grinned and went over to hug Aria. The ranger''s long ck hair suited Salem''s fur. She''d inherited a nicely puffed-up chest from Serena, which usually left her Ranger Jacket barely hanging off her. She''d only seen Aria do the buttons on her jacket once, and it looked like it could explode in one deep breath. Avery was a little jealous; besides being a bit more sleek, fit and her green eyes getting a cat-like shape, she''d not actually inherited much from her partners. She could easily blend into a crowd, while Aria''s chest always drew some stares. Avery was staring right now as Salem''s hug got more than a little friendly, as she squeezed Aria''s chest and tried to slip a hand down her pants. "News, Aria? Before Salem tries to tug your clothes off." Salem actually nodded along as if agreeing with Avery, the shameless minx. "Right! Sorry, goodness. Yes, um, well, two things. I''ll get the one I think we got handled out the way first. You know all about Hive Miloch, of course?" "The big Combee hive? I haven''t actually visited it. You need like a week to go as a tourist, right?" "Hah," Aria blushed. "A week if you''re lucky. The Combee have gotten pretty numerous there, and they''re starving for women. It''s been a bit of a problem that even all the tourists aren''t covering it." "You think they''re going to break the enclosure?" Avery said that''d be bad. Combee swarms were easy enough to keep happy, but she''d heard stories of what happened if they felt they weren''t serviced sufficiently. No one would get any work done with a horny Combee waiting around every corner. "No, the hives unsustainable. Queen Melisande has been seen fighting a new Vespiqueen, and we think the hive will split soon." "That''d be bad," Lauren said as she tried to pry Salem off Aria. "We can''t handle two hives. It''d be too much for everyone. Are they going to be relocated?" "We''ve got the word out for Trainers toe to try to capture the new one. It''s going to be a rough time of it, but I think we''ll get a lot trying. People rarely get to take a shot at a new Vespiqueen, would be a lot of prestige in it." Aria nodded. She was right. It was the kind of Pok¨¦mon you only got to catch once in a lifetime. New Vespiqueens were rare. Most hives were careful to keep self-sustaining so they didn''t get too big and have one appear. Vespiqueens absolutely hated thepetition. "Otherwise, we''re going to have to see about convincing her to move somewhere towards the coast and find a town that wants them nearby. It''s a big change for the locals, always tricky." "So watch out for Combees? And point any Trainers thate through the right way?" Avery said. "You got it in one! If it gets worse, we''ll call a town meeting and try to call for a Professor or some Elites toe sort things out, but I think it''ll be handled before we get there." Aria smiled. Salem had been tugged off her, but now Lauren was using her tail to tease at Aria''s chest as Salem wrestled with her evolutionary twin. "Pok¨¦mon can be difficult to handle," Avery nodded. "These two especially." "Well, that''s actually a good lead-in to what I was going to ask." Aria rubbed her arm, there was a blush on her cheeks from the tail teasing, but she had a serious air about her. "Do you have space for a third? We''ve had a regrettable situation with a Sylveon, and she needs a ce to recover." A third Partner? A Sylveon? This was unusual. Pok¨¦mon weren''t really given to people. They had their own say in things. Aria picked up on Avery''s skepticism right away. "I should exin, but it''s a little grim. You all okay with that?" Lauren and Salem stopped fighting to nod, and Lauren waved a hand for Aria to continue. "We can handle a bit grim. What''s the matter?" "Her Partner was upset at her evolution and refused to do anything with her. She''d been neglected." Gasps from Salem and Lauren united in horror at the very idea. Neglection of your Partner was not just an ugly thing to think about. It just wasn''t done. Bonds were strong and fondness of each other, at the very least, tailed off naturally. To refuse to reinforce a bond once formed? That was the stuff of nightmares. "She''s bond starved?" Avery asked, "Shouldn''t she be fading?" "We''re confused about that too. The bond seemed to be there, but it turned ugly. We''ve never really dealt with something like it. She needs someone positive in her life before it snaps, and you''re the only woman for miles with any experience with the Eevee line." Aria bowed her head. "I hate to ask, but I don''t think she''d manage a long journey. Could you help her out?" "Of course," Avery said, and Lauren and Salem came to lock fingers with her and squeeze her hand. As much as the two endlessly argued and fought, they were fiercely protective of each other when it mattered. Inseparable and with Avery as the link, they sometimes even got along. Those were always the best times. "Always there for a sister," Lauren said, and Salem nodded along furiously. "I may be able to guide her." "And I can distract her, remind her what feels good." Salem grinned and beat her chest. "I think the teams up for it, Aria. We''ll try to help her bnce herself out until she''s ready to find a new bond." "You''re stars. I''lle by to help when I can outside of this whole Combee business. Serena too" "Yes!" Salem pumped a fist. "Best bird will be a big help." Salem never got anything done when Serena was about, but maybe the new Pok¨¦mon would take to her too. No one deserved to be abandoned like that. --- "Sorry, you have to wear clothes until she''sfortable," Avery said as Salem struggled to avoid having a T-shirt pulled over her head. "No arguing! You wanted to help, and this will help. Not everyone isfortable being naked all the time." Salem''s frustrated growl rippled in her throat, and Avery kissed it to soothe her so she could tug the T-shirt on. It''d been a while since Salem had worn anything, and she''d gotten bigger. The T-Shirt stretched so much that the poor Gardevoir on the front looked like she''d had her head blown up like a balloon. Lauren was better dressed than Avery, wearing a purple suit and jacket with a ck shirt that made her look like she was Avery''s boss. She was sometimes, but only when Avery felt like beingzy and letting Lauren have her fun. "Maybe she''ll like me naked." Salem bargained, and Avery took her fat tail in both arms and gave it a rub. A cheap way to make her calm down, but with Dark Types, the simple ways were often best. "We''ll find out, shall we? If she doesn''t mind, we can try it. Until then, be nice to her. No fighting." There was going to be some fighting inevitably. The eeveeloutions naturally butted heads about every little thing, but if Avery could hold that mess off for a little, then maybe she could make it work. Avery straightened everyone out as best she could. They just had to wait for the Sylveon to arrive. It didn''t take long, the doorbell rang, and Avery rushed to open it. Serena was on the other side, the giant bird woman with her matt ck feathered wing arms and a chest that her breastte barely contained. Easily nine feet tall, she towered over Avery, the red beads of her pupils bright against her otherwise pitch-ck eyes as she stared down. An intense, serious stare for an intense, serious woman. That she was so fond of Salem was a mystery Avery had never quite unpacked. "Lady Avery, I''m to deliver my charge to you," she said, clipped and formal. There was something about Corvknight that felt very old butforting. Aria had said she was unfailingly reliable, and Avery believed it. "I took the journey gently. Please take care of her." Salem waved madly from indoors at Serena, but the Corvknight was focused on her mission. Tucked under her wing was an absolutely gorgeous sight. Avery immediately picked up on the slender, elegant build that matched Lauren and Salem. Her long, pink pointed ears were tucked back, but they were far longer than usual, more like a bunny Pok¨¦mon than the usual cat-like ones Avery was used to. Her eyes were huge and soulful, a bright blue almost edge to edge, with only the faintest glimmer of pink peeking around them. They wobbled as they avoided looking at Avery as if she was ready to burst into tears at the slightest provocation. She had a good hold on Serena, not just with her creamy fur-covered arms but also the ribbons that extended from her back. They looked awfully soft and fluffy; the texture matched the fur all over her body with some blue and pink ents on the tips. Unlike Salem or even Lauren, she looked dainty and delicate, with slim fingers and thin limbs. She was gorgeous, but she looked so miserable trying to hide her eyes behind her messy pink hair. She had long waves of hair, but it''d not been kept well and was a chaotic tangle that looked like it badly needed a wash. "I''m Avery," Avery said, offering a hand. She shied back into Serena''s wings more and left Avery hanging. Avery tried to not let her surprise at the rudeness show and put on a bigger smile, "Aheh, that''s Lauren and Salem. What''s your name?" The Sylveon shied back even further into Serena''s feathers, the ribbonsing up to cover her face. "She doesn''t have one." Serena said, "They never chose a new name, and Eevee don''t keep their old ones. For now, call her Sylveon. I hope you can help her find one she likes. Come on, girl, I''m happy to protect you, but these people are friends." It took some gentle coaxing from Serena''s wings, but eventually, the Sylveon came out from her hiding and stood before Avery. She dipped her leg to give a slight curtsey, and the poor thing trembled at just that simple action and looked ready to dart back at Avery''s reply. "You''re wee, Sylveon! Salem is cooking today, but I can make you something if you don''t like stews." They''d nned to have food ready for her as an icebreaker. "Stew is fine." the Sylveon said, her voice lifeless. It had the lightest trill to it, hinting that it used to be much more high-pitched, but she was deadening it deliberately. "I''m not a very good cook." "Don''t worry," Lauren said. "I can teach you if you want to learn. Don''t let Salem do it, or you''ll only learn stews." "Stews are fucking great." Salem huffed. "Everyone loves stew. Right, Serena?" "Stews are good." Serena nodded to Salem''s bright-eyed delight. "I would love to stay longer, but much work must be done. Are you all happy for me to take my leave?" she blinked. "Why is Salem in clothes? Is she okay?" "There''s nothing okay about her." Lauren huffed and got a punch to the arm for it from Salem. She bit down a reply, the Psychic picking up on Avery''s disapproval of them already trying to fight. "She''s making an effort, I suppose. Don''t worry Serena, I''m sure they''lle off soon." "Then I''ll take my leave." Serena was gone with a st of wind as she stretched her wings andunched herself into the air, quickly bing a dot in the sky. The gust had only made Sylveon''s hair look even worse. Avery wanted tob it badly, but from how the Sylveon twitched every time she even motioned in her direction, there was no way she was ready for something that intimate. "Stew," Avery said, gesturing to the kitchen. "I imagine you''re hungry after travel." "I''m fine, but I could eat." the Sylveon said. Hedging her opinion as if forming one might get her pped. She stopped as she passed Avery and looked curiously at her neck. "Why are you covered in bites?" "Yeah, Lauren, why am I covered in bites?" "A mystery, to be sure," Lauren grinned. "We can investigateter if you like Sylvia?" "Sylvia?" the Sylveon said, eyes wide with shock and ribbons fluttering around to cover her mouth. "Well, Sylveon is a mouthful. Sylvia is shorter. Is that okay?" "Um... yes? That will be fine." Sylvia, it was. It didn''t make her any happier, but Avery swore a tiny bit of tension in Sylvia''s shoulders disappeared. Maybe this could work. --- It wasn''t working very well. Sylvia still shied away from contact, and her mood spread to the other two. Lauren and Salem did their best to put on a brave face and not fight, but the ck mood that''de over their home was dragging everyone''s spirits down. Avery knew there would be an explosion of emotions soon if she didn''t do something, so she''d invited Sylvia to help her weed the new tea crops. She''d agreed in her own way, where she didn''t say yes or no. It was still promising. She''d ducked out of every chance to be with Avery so far. The poor thing seemed like she thought she was better off by herself. It made Avery''s fists itch. She''d really like to meet her old Partner and have some choice words with them. Sylvia took one side of the row, and Avery took the other, careful not to touch her hands as Sylvia''s slender fingers picked weeds out of the rows they''d dug. Well, Avery had mainly dug, with Lauren supervising and Salem pitching in when she wasn''t napping in the heat. Sylvia might be very standoffish, but she wasn''tzy; she worked industriously, even using her ribbons to pull a few weeds out when her hands were busy. Avery let her work, being there with her as they silently tended to the tea nts. It''d be a while before they saw more than small green shoots, but at least they all looked healthy. Avery had worried she might not be as good a farmer as she was an ountant. "You know," Sylvia said, interrupting Avery''s thoughts as she reached for another weed. "I''ve always wondered what these were called." "These?" Avery asked. That''s been the first thing Sylvia had said to her unprompted, and she was hanging off every word. "The little white things," Sylvia said, pressing her hand to one of the weeds pushing through the dirt. "They''re weeds." not missing the slight blush that came over Sylveon''s cheeks at such an obvious answer. "Dandelions, I think. They suck the water out of the soil, so they aren''t good for anything." "Oh," Sylvia said, shrinking in on herself. "So we just get rid of them?" Avery didn''t need Lauren''s help to read Sylvia''s mind here. "You''re far too pretty to be a weed, Sylvia." The tips of Sylvia''s ears wiggled at thepliment, and for a moment, she looked like she wanted to hug Avery before her face fell, and she dipped her head again. Avery could feel the guilt run through her, even without a bond. She wanted to give Sylvia that hug badly, but knew it''d be refused. "I''d like to go in now," Sylvia said softly. Her voice was sweet though, for a change, the words light on the ears. Sylvia had a beautiful voice somewhere in her, and Avery would drag it out. It''d just take time. "Sure Sylvia, I''ll be here daily if you want to help." Avery shrugged towards the house. "Salem is more active when the sun goes down, and Lauren thinks she''s too good to get her hands dirty." "Is she?" Sylvia said as she stood up. "Is she what?" "Too good to get her hands dirty?" "Hrm. She might be. She stole my heart. But don''t let her know that. She''ll never shut up about it." "She''s Psychic. She knows." Sylvia said, clearly confused by how her ribbons wiggled about haphazardly. Avery smiled. "But until I say it, she has to work to get it out of me. It''d ruin the fun to tell her." Sylvia stood still and chewed that over for a while before going back inside. Progress? Hard to say, but it was something. --- "I know I''m not meant to be the one to say it," Lauren said as she pinned Avery to the bedroom wall. "But we need to fuck." "We-" Avery was cut off when Lauren bit her neck. The little vampire always went harder than hickies when she was really worked up, and this was a bite that might actually draw blood. It was sexy to a point, Lauren had the skills to know just when to stop, but it was really close to being unpleasant. "We," Avery said firmer. "never ''need'' to fuck. We do it when we want to." Lauren snorted. "Well, I don''t want to, but we need to." Salem was on the bed, naked as usual and not even trying to stop Lauren, so clearly, the pair had worked this out. But it was still horribly odd behavior from them both. "I''m not doing it if you don''t want to. You can bite me all you want." Lauren chomped her arm without hesitation. "Hah! Lauren! If you''re not in the mood, we won''t force it. It''ll be bad." Avery rolled her hand over Lauren''s ears and tried to soothe her. "I know it''s been stressful," "Her bond is bad," Salem said as she flopped onto her back and huffed. She didn''t look worked up for sex either, just tense, horribly tense. "She''s family, and I want to hug her and tease her about how pretty she is, but it feels all... rotten, bad, ugh." "What my erudite sister is trying to say." "I''m not erudite! Fuck you!" Salem said, flexing her ws at Lauren. "It means clever and knowledgable," Lauren said with a re back at her. "Oh, okay, that''s allowed." "What Salem is trying to say is that we want to love her, but she doesn''t want it back. It''s a genuinely unpleasant feeling, I should be whispering embarrassing secrets into her ears, but she just feels hurt. It doesn''t feel right." "I get it," Avery said, "She''s had it rough, and it weighs on everyone. I don''t get how us having sex is going to help this." "Because we haven''t for ages!" Salem growled, pitching her voice into that sultry, husky low tone that always got Avery going. "I want to feel good." Avery clicked her tongue, "Come here, don''t lie on the bed." Salem loped over and put her muscles to work. Now she had two Pok¨¦mon pinning her to a wall, one chewing on her arm and the other squeezing her ass and shamelessly rubbing her tits against Avery''s. Yet it still felt like itcked something. It felt rote like they were trying to force themselves out of bed. Or into one, in this case. "Lauren, you''re doing this, aren''t you?" Lauren kept Avery''s arm between her teeth as she spoke, her voice muffled around the bite mark she was working on. "Me?" "You convinced me toe out here, and now you''re pushing sex? You think I want it." Avery said, "You think I need it." Lauren licked Avery''s arm as Salem dropped her ears. Lauren may be good at lying, but Salem was awful at it. There wasn''t any point denying it. "You do need it. You''re getting worked up. You want to help Sylvia, but you''re making no progress." Lauren said, "And you''re getting annoyed about it." "With myself. She''s a sweet girl and needs the help. She''lle around eventually, and I''m not putting this on her." Salem squeezed Avery''s chest and leaned in to whisper in her ear, that deep husky voice making her heart flutter. "You always want to help. You deserve something too." "That''s not how it works. Sylvia doesn''t owe me a thing." Avery said as she nuzzled her head against Salem''s lips. "If it takes months for her, it''ll be worth it. She doesn''t deserve to be unhappy." Lauren shook her head, a fang-toothed smile as the red gem on her forehead pulsed on and off. "You make yourself miserable to help Pok¨¦mon and never even realize it. She doesn''t need to reward you idiot. We''re her sisters. We''ll do it." "You''re both not in the mood." "Then do your job, Avery," Lauren said as she whispered in Avery''s other ear. "And get us there." Ear rubs for both were a start, taking one of Lauren''s and one of Salem''s and kneading them in her fingers. Lauren''s soft, puffy ears were a delight to knead. In contrast, Salem''s thicker ears took more pressure to properly massage. Still, once she put the effort in, Salem''s red eyes positively glowed with contentment. The pair had practiced getting her out of her clothes, and her belt and pants were off in seconds. One hard tug from Salem to flick the belt away, and Lauren''s twin-tipped tail snaked into her pants and got down either leg to quickly whip them off. "Still don''t want it?" Lauren purred, "I think you want it. Salem? What do you think?" Salem was always more physically expressive. She excelled at that by curling two fingers into Avery''s pussy and using the rest to bodily lift Avery up the wall in a frighteningly sexy disy of strength. Avery was pressed down onto those two fingers as Salem''s tail teased along her side, and her fiery red eyes roved over Avery''s body before sinking her face into Avery''s chest. It felt like an eternity passed while Salem held her up so Lauren could kiss, suck and nip at every bit of Avery''s body she could find. Salem''s w dug into Avery''s ass for support, and she had her Dark move flowing along the pointed tips, turning all that pain into pleasure. She had a free hand too! Scratching her ws across Avery''s stomach, she never stopped kissing and licking at Avery''s breasts. Avery felt almost stupid. It''d taken just the simplest intimacy to break open the dam holding them back. They''d been denying themselves for no reason. Guilt, shame, it all melted away in the warmth of their fur and the feel of their bodies. Two of Salem''s thick fingers were a fine thing to bounce on, but Lauren wasn''t about to be left out and got on her knees between Avery''s thighs and licked around Salem''s fingers. When the two of them wanted to work together, they were a force Avery could barely keep up with, and getting cored out by Salem''s strong fingers and Lauren''s psychically guided tongue? She didn''t stand a chance. "You two! Fuck me, ah, don''t stop." Avery groaned at the way Salem''s fingers dug deep, the probing presses along her rear by Lauren''s bifurcated tail. The pleasure rushing through her and the wetness soaking onto Lauren''s tongue, who eagerlypped it and curled her tongue to hit just the right spots every time? She''d missed this. She''d missed this so badly. Her Partners were incredible, and they always knew how to make her cum so hard she could barely move after. It was a bliss she was eager to enjoy. The two of them working with such furious intent meant Avery simply couldn''tst, legs shaking and back arching, her whole body tensing up as her mind went nk. Worries washed away in an orgasm filling her with a warmth she hadn''t realized she''d been missing. As Salem let her down and the pair got ready to fuck her properly, Avery''s cat-like eyes spotted something through the darkness. Her bedroom door was cracked open slightly, and a bright blue eye was pressed to the slit, peering in on them. Sylvia was watching the show. Well, if she was interested in it, then Avery was happy to give her a show. Not that she had much choice, Salem and Lauren seemed ravenous now their bond had red up again, and they seemed eager to work it all out on Avery. It was going to be a long night. --- Tea good. Salem and Lauren were still asleep afterst night. They''d really worn themselves down on Avery, who was impressed with herself that she''d even managed to walk to the kitchen to make the morning tea. It''d taken a force of will. Her legs had wobbled the whole way. But for a fresh cup of tea? Worth it. Her hair was a mess, bed fucked didn''t evene close to describing the tangled mess on her head. Salem hadn''t just pounded her into the mattress. She''d worked with Lauren''s tails to pound her into a whole new realm. Like those goofy books, the teens read, where someone got fucked into a different world entirely. Arceus! Avery pressed her teacup to her head, luxuriating in the warmth. She really had been rattledst night if she was thinking about nonsense like this. She didn''t even remove the cup as Sylvia slunk into the kitchen. Her ribbons fluttered behind as she turned ab around in her hands. "Morning, Ms. Avery," she said, chewing her bottom lip between every word. "Sylvia, morning hun. Come sit. Have some tea." Sylvia grabbed a seat opposite Avery. Then hopped with it around the table, the chair''s legs scraping the floor as she came all the way around the table until she was next to Avery. It took ages and looked thoroughly silly, but Avery gave her the time to getfortable and poured her a cup for when she arrived. She smelled sweet up close, a pleasant soothing smell that paired nicely with the tea. Avery pressed a cup into Sylvia''s hands and took theb, and Sylvia didn''t flinch as their fingers touched. "You really love your Partners." Sylvia said, "I thought you didn''t. You''ve all been tense." "We didn''t want to make you ufortable," Avery said as she took theb to Sylvia''s scruffy pink hair. She had a lot of it, long waves, and it badly needed some care. She had the time. "You don''t, you really don''t. It''s nice to see people feel, loved. Happy." Sylvia said wistfully. "Then I''ll tell them they can be themselves. They may fight a bit, though. They are sisters. If they bother you tell me, they''ll stop if I say." "No, no." Sylvia leaned her head so Avery couldb her hair easier. Digging out the knots was hard without hurting, but Sylvia''s hair was luxuriously thick. It felt right putting it to order. It was going to be gorgeous, Avery could tell. "They can bother me. I think I like them. I want to. I want to be liked." "I do like you. You''re sweet. You''re a hard worker. You don''t cover me in bite marks." "You don''t like that?" "I do, but one is enough." Averyughed. "There''s only so much of me to bite." "So I can stay?" Sylvia said hopefully. "Long as you like Sylvia," Avery said as she brushed the hair, "Long as it takes. We''ll be here for you." She was smiling when Avery was done, which made everything worth it. It was a beautiful smile. "You know Lauren set it up so I''d see you, right?" Sylvia said as she nuzzled her head back into Avery''s shoulder. "I sure did." Avery lied. "Nothing she does gets by me." 94 – Hard and Thorough Flocking 94 ¨C Hard and Thorough Flocking "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 wasfy, but her new boots were better. They''d convinced her to keep wearing the skirts, but thepromise 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 ate Scoria breakfast had been enough to shake off thest 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 nning to get a Dark Partner on this route, she should get a say in it. All for sharing.¡± "I nned ahead! Can fit four in this sleeping bag. It''s practically a tent." Brandy pped 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 bnce 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 Pok¨¦mon, 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. "Maon?" 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon, 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 ck and then added a candle me heart on it. Calcine hadined 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,nding 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 ck 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 justnd in groups. It was odd. "Yeah, that''s me!" she said with a big smile. She had big, round ck eyes with a little fleck of yellow on the sides to ent 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 Pok¨¦mon 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, evilugh. "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 Pok¨¦mon? "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 toote. Brandy was knocked right onto her back as a storm of feathereddies 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 Pok¨¦mon with a ck 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 Pok¨¦mon with massive spiky waves of white hair spilling off her head and some gorgeous red wings that darkened to pure ck to cover her naked chest. It was impressive Calcine could even stand her ground because she looked horribly outmatched. Brandy could guess those Pok¨¦mon, 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 stillpared to her? Dirt. "You''re not native!" Brandy gasped, giddy with excitement. "How did you get here?" The white feathered Pok¨¦mon 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 ent, and a head popped over the white birddies shoulder. Hands round to grab her perfectly formed chest because everything about the ssy 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 ck feathers in her hair looked down at Brandy and blew her a kiss. "Hey there, darling," she continued in an almostically overdone Unovian ent. "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 exin. Brandy could just tell. 95 – Unova Problem to Deal With 95 ¨C Unova Problem to Deal With 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 ofdy 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 w 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 birddy 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 ck bird Pok¨¦mon, 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 nking 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 cor. She knew Sparky''s electricity could make you sensitive, but Flying types were particrly 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 Talonme girl," she whispered, "Before Bash 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 biggerdy here. "Calcine, stop choking Bash." Calcine tutted and withdrew her fingers from the Braivary''s mouth, patting her cheek. "You want moreter? 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 me 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 birddy 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 ck-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 Pok¨¦mon? 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. Rtionship trouble. That did excuse a little of Cassidy''s behavior. It was rare for a Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 Gr, 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 Pok¨¦mon just to brag." "I need to talk to her," Cassidy said more firmly, stomping her foot. It was childish, almost petnt, 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 ck-feathered Pok¨¦mon''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 wee 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 usation 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 themter 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 beughing, 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 escte this to a messy fight. Morgan didn''t have anyone right now. Getting her side of the story might be a lot harder. 96 – We’re All Under the Same Sun 96 ¨C We¡¯re All Under the Same Sun 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 augh. 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 ce. "What''s up, our little Talonme?" 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 inme 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 Miino gave them some big hungry eyes. The Pok¨¦mon''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 iting. 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 shee 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 augh 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 tond 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 toy 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 moreplicated. "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. Theck of effort really did bother Brandy. "Am I prideful?" Brandy said hesitantly. Putting out a w 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 hottestdy in your hometown and not even acting like she''s way too good for you." Sparky got a p on the rear for thatst 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 ns, 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 toe 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 ws," 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 w. 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 ces she enjoyed being, nothing more. Now she was taking it in; she could see the essdders 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 ce for Wild Pok¨¦mon to hang out or some kind of maintenance ess? They''d find out soon enough. Somewhere down there, a Dark Type was hiding out. Possibly a heartbroken one, and Brandy hadmitted to at least trying to fix that. Time to put her pride to work. 97 – Feel the Darkness 97 ¨C Feel the Darkness Brandy gripped the metal bars of thedder 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 circr cage around thedder, 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 thedders, 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 toe 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 ces, 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 thedder. "You doing good, Calcine?" Sparky called up, "You''ll love the view." Calcine clung to thedder 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 ce. Brandy reached up to pat Calcine''s thigh, which was as solid as the metaldder 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 thedder had done all the talking for her. It took far longer than it should have, but eventually, Brandy helped get Calcine off thedder 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 Pok¨¦mon, 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 tly, 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 overlyical, but Brandy was d for it. Calcine''s thin smile at Sparky''s reaction was much better than the t 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 toe 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 popr 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 tly, 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 Pok¨¦dex shlight 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 ck that even Sparky''s lighting hands didn''t reach, the walls reinforced with steel beams fused into the stone by some Pok¨¦mon Move long ago. That was the most normal thing about the ce. 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 particrly 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 ckened 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 reced 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 ck 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 zing 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 ck, but Brandy felt Sparky m 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 st, 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 prettymon 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 exnation. 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 shlight 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 ck feathers surged around her, and a hand formed out of them to grab her Pok¨¦dex. Right as Brandy hammered the button and the Pok¨¦dex 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 ck feathers and rushed away down the stairwell, the wind dying down until the air was still. Brandy quickly checked the screen.
"Morgan" the Murkrow
Height: 6'' 0"
Type: Dark/Flying
Failed Captures: 0
Moves Discovered: Astonish Gust Feint Attack Foul y
Lures travelers away into darkness. Said to be unlucky, though not by anyone who has made it back. If they make it back.
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 ns." "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. 98 – Step Three: Bargaining 98 ¨C Step Three: Bargaining Knowing what a Pok¨¦mon''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 Pok¨¦mon 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 toe at her more slowly, and they''d only be able to pin her down if they gave her nowhere to run to. Every dy 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 nning, 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 dys 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 re, 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 bing 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 sh, metal shards ttering 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 zed with mes as she swept away the obstacles, and they took the stairs at a light run. ck 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 ck 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 fewst ck feathers drifted down as Morgan finished reassembling herself. The Pok¨¦dex information had said she was tall, and it wasn''t lying. If you didn''t count her stylish ck 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 ck-feathered wings, and as they hung down by her side, it made her look like she was wearing a swishy feathered dress, effortlessly ssy 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 fromughing 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 Pok¨¦mon''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 rtionship forever. "Want to bite these thighs?" Sparky said, pping 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 rxing 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 thest 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 y 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 tough at it. Sparky''s excitement at having a key role in the n 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. 99 – Four Star Brandy Review 99 ¨C Four Star Brandy Review Like everything about Morgan, her hiding ce was unusual. She didn''t have chairs, so she''d stacked pillows or bedding into lumps and tied them up with ribbons to make extrarge 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 nes 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 gauzeting for sleeping near wet areas had gone over the windows to hide the inside, while everything from colorful beach towels to nkets 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''ting 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 andy there like a lizard on a rock. "But I love all the colors. I was worried you''d be all ck all the time." "These feathers don''t change." Morgan ran a hand through the ck 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 ck 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 Pok¨¦mon to have any idea what to do with a stove. Calcine wasn''t especially bad at it for a Pok¨¦mon. 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 rx?" "It''splicated," 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 bnce herself to keep the trapped and muffled yelling Sparky in ce. "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 sped 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 replye 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 ttering 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 ws. It hurt a little, but in a way that intensified how Morgan had her body pressed up to Brandy. Nic had used her ws to make Brandy moan, and this felt like a more yful version of that. Brandy would have made noises if she had the breath to make them. "My favorite part of ady. 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 Pok¨¦mon mother has enough curves. It''s amazing Brandy is as trim as she is." "Cacline!" Calcine shrugged and blew a little ball of me 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 augh. "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 p 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''tfortable lying about serious matters even when it might be the clever y. 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 toe to meet me?" Morgan said, her words sharper, a thread of sensitive dangerced 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 said as she put her face in 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 theforter 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," Brandymanded. "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 exined 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 nced down at Brandy''s body and licked her lips. "We can get the floor wet after. Okay then. So, it all began..." 100 – Birds of a Feather 100 ¨C Birds of a Feather 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 yed 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 everyst 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 learnter, had a grip firmly on Cassidy''s butt, and she was trying to control the pace Morgan was fucking her Trainer, with little sess. 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 everyst 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 onest 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 rte with people normally, but moments like this felt like she''d finally cast a spell that could fix that. Understanding, even if it waspletely based in desire. "And again," Harperughed andforted 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!" Morganughed 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 ck feathers as the Rufflet pecked at her with a glowing beak and then spun to sh 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. ss screeched as the Rufflet caught a w on the side of the building and righted herself,ing back up like a missile, a ball of wind rushing behind her that made the windows shake in their frames. "Tailwind!" Cassidy called. "Foul y 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 thenunch 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 nned to keep stoking that me 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. Bash''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 Bash''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 ck feathered shadow, the bite they wouldn''t seeing. Or at least that''s how it should have been. The puffy-haired Pok¨¦mon 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 Whimsicott while she''s close!" Bash 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 Harper engaged her or free Bash 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 Whimsicott with her wings, all while Bash sunk further into the vines until she was wholly subsumed. They got taken apart slowly, fighting wing and w 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 showerster, 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, ws pressed into her ck 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 Pok¨¦mon had quickly got the measure of them. She fought down Bash''s strength with her sharp movements and quick attacks to offset her bnce. Harper''s more measured style she''d baited in and left scratches all down her arms as her honed ws 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 b 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 Bash. 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 Bash''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 rxed, sinking into the feeling of the Flock, letting her worries and frustrations drift away. There was the excitement of what was toe 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 calcting 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. --- Bash''s evolution made Morgan cry with happiness. Seeing the Rufflet spread her wings and be 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. Bash 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 Bash''s day, she''d fucking earned this, and Morgan couldn''t be happier for her. "You''re next, Morgan!" Cassidy grinned as she hugged Bash''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 ce 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 ce for her at all? -- "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''dmitted 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, rxed 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 Bash''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." Cassidyid 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 Bash''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 Bash. 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. -- 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 be the Ace she was destined to be. It wouldn''t be easy, but Morgan couldn''t find the words to exin 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. 101 – Dinner and a Show 101 ¨C Dinner and a Show Brandy didn''t know how to handle a crying Pok¨¦mon. 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 Pok¨¦mon, 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 Pok¨¦mon. 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 te 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 thepany was taking the edge off it. Maybe that''s the trick to crying Pok¨¦mon, just be there for them and let them get it all out. Morgan''s bushy tail was scratching a line across Brandy''s stomach, not wagging exactly, but making itselffortable."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 Pok¨¦mon hot, but that wasn''t her fault. Every Pok¨¦mon 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 somepany 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 tosh 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 herp. "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 te 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 ovee 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 wasing. "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 toe 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 re. "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 augh. "You''re a very strange group, barely alike at all." "You get used to it," Calcine said as she held out the te of poffins to Brandy,cing 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, identally 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 ws 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''sp, 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 exin 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 effortlessposure or intense focus, but she had a simr drive. Asking Morgan to be the one to knock her off bnce as a lesson was cruel. "I can do it." Brandy said, "I''ll tell her for you." "Don''t be ridiculous. Cassidy won''t ept an answer from you." Morgan shook her head sadly. "She wouldn''t from me either." There had to be a way. Brandy wasn''t just going 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 Pok¨¦mon 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. 102 – Drawing Battlelines (18+) 102 ¨C Drawing Battlelines (18+) Morgan hadmanded 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 re 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 theck 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 birddy 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 tall 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 augh 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 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, Morgannding right atop her with a flurry of ck 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 thaty 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 apletely 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 ce 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 particrly 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 ce, 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 re to Calcine, she tipped her head back to dodge a little puff of me 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 Pok¨¦mon leaning on her chest to get face to face was a heavypression 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, pping 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 heated 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 ce, resting Brandy''s head in herp. It wasn''t asfortable 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, d she could make at least one Pok¨¦mon get all aflutter over her right now. Sparky''s electric 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 thepetitive 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 ce 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. 103 – Sheltered by the Storm (18+) 103 ¨C Sheltered by the Storm (18+) Morgan was a little spooky, but Brandy was into it. Holding Brandy''s thighs apart, staring down at her pussy with a discerning re, 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 red 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 thaty 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 Pok¨¦mon 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''sp 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 herp. "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 Pok¨¦mon 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 breasts, 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''sp 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 toe. 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 would''vee undone by now." Morgan''s grip tightened, her fingers pressed into Brandy''s thighs so firmly they would leave markster. "I''ll give you a taste of what a real Pok¨¦mon 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 p of skin on skin and force Brandy into Sparky''s stomach, her hair pulled taught as Sparky held on to the bucking Trainer in herp. Her tongue was lolled out all over Sparky''s dick, aplete 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 at fucking as she was at 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 thending," 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 skull. She could feel Morgan''s dick throbbing deep inside her as she gasped and wed 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 juste. She came undone. Morgan''s cock filled her sopletely that her orgasm wasn''t even able to roll through her properly; it had to work around Morgan. Brandy''s body tensed and rxed in waves, her muscles tightening and unclenching as she lost track of everything, her vision popping with stars and everything bing 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 ufortable 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 toe 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, syed over it with the biggest smile. "Shows off your chiseled butt. Morgan''s ass is too t 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." Morganughed, 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. 104 – Let’s Do Something Different Now That We’re All Here 104 ¨C Let¡¯s Do Something Different Now That We¡¯re All Here "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 me 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 Pok¨¦mon, more problems. Hopefully, she could keep Calcine and Morgan''spetitive 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 me. "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 ce." "Oh? And what ce is that?" Morgan said with a sly smile. "Brandy, you want to exin 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 asionally take charge, but more emotion had been spilling out of hertely. She was a bit hotter-headed and quicker to rile up, not lettingments 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 me. "Oh, it was just a way to get us talking. Hardly needed, but for the sake ofpletion. Just look into the me and try to feel the bonds we share. " The flickering blue me 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,shed 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 Pok¨¦mon who doesn''t have a clue who Mercury is. "Grian Rapidash. Tall, pretty, absolutely huge dick." Sparky was all too enthusiastic to exin 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." Morganughed 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 insr. 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 andradarie and it was good. "But I want to y with your tail," Sparky chipped in. "I bet it''d get even puffier if I shocked it." "Absolutely not." Well okay, some warmth,radarie 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,radarie, 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. 105 – Stolen Moment 105 ¨C Stolen Moment "There''s a safety bar around thedder. 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 at 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 dy was wee. 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 thedder rungs in a death grip. Morgan red 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 thedder 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 it 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 adder. "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''dfort 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 adder 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 red down at Brandy and then dropped off thedder onto her, snatching her off thedder. Brandy grabbed her in panic as Morgan bounced off the tform 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 mped over one of Morgan''s thighs. "This is terrifying!" "I have you! Enjoy it." Morganughed and rose up on the wind she controlled, buffering it under her wings so they could hover in ce, 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 be a pancake. It was a thrill to be hanging in the air. Legs dangling as the water glittered off thekes 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 instinctualfort, something her body listened to no matter how much her brain spun. "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 thedder 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 exhrating too. Blood rushed to Brandy''s head and back as she was turned about like an hourss. This was amon 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 shended lightly on the bridge and dropped Brandy off. Calcine already had a ball of me in her hand 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." Morganughed, spreading her wings. "Your concern is admirable." Calcine let the ball of me 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 thedder 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 unexined, 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 Pok¨¦mon if this was how good their pitches were. But Morgan seemed to ept 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 Pok¨¦mon flew overhead in formation, wingtip to wingtip above. Then they rose up and turned before starting a dive down towards them. shes 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." 106 – A Tale of Two Hats 106 ¨C A Tale of Two Hats They might be flying side by side, but Brandy had already noticed Harper and Bash 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 therge Bash 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 Pok¨¦mon, 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 re 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 andced their fingers together, giving her a squeeze forfort 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 ake 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 ck hair short, but white and ck feathersced through it helped make the dull haircut pop. They were probably natural, an inheritance from all her bird Pok¨¦mon. "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. "Asses 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. Bash 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 nt 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 ck. "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 ce. 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," Bash 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." Bash 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 Bash had stabbed. "Don''t be stupid. There''s nothing to prove." Bash 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." Bash justughed. "Oh, I love you. You''ve got guts." "Bash, back," Cassidy called, and Bash 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-hittingdies, 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. Nonmittal. 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 ck 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 alle 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 wille through." "That''s a lot of faith in someone who can barely speak a word in her defense," Calcine said as she addedyers 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. 107 – Battle on the Big Bridge 107 ¨C Battle on the Big Bridge Cassidy might still be worked up over Morgan, but she''d learned fromst 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 happenedst 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 y 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 toe 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 amanding position at range and wouldn''t give it up without reason. Harper and Bash''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 Pok¨¦mon 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. 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 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. "Sess," 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 pping madly to batter the webbing off her, flecks of me 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 ce 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 pped, 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 n to split them came with some downsides. Harper had grabbed the Fletchling and was using her speed to chase down her whirling teammates, mes 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 mes. 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, mbering 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 iling 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 ck as the Corvisquire and Bash 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 stilling in fast, the Braivary''s fingers shining as long white ws made of light stretched out of her fingers. "Impacting!" Brandy said as she put Sparky to the ground, "Calcine, meet them with me. 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 wereing in for anding. The Corvisquire tried to spin into a drilling m, bands of wind spiraling around her to a point in front of her descent, but the biting mites all over her had herpletely fluff thending as Sparky pushed Brandy back firmly with her shoulders. The Corvisquirended short, her drill Move cracking into the bridge''s rock and spraying them all with stone chips before Calcine sted her with a jet of me that put her down hard. Bash came after her, the huge birddy was easily a head and shoulders taller than even Brandy, and she used all that weight to m 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 ws would make sense; Nic had done almost exactly the same thing. If Bash 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, ws digging into her side. Usually, making a Pok¨¦mon insensibly horny was a good move, but Calcine was special. Brandy could actually see the mes curling behind her lips as she spoke. "Oh, I''m going to love breaking you again," Calcine growled. Her voice was a susurration of mes 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," Bashughed, squeezing her hands harder against Calcine''s flesh. Calcine didn''t seem any more affected than she already was at first, but as Bash''s ws 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 Bash was squeezing. "Crush w!" Sparky yelled, calling out the move as Calcine tried to pry herself free, her iling 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 ck feather cloak had lit ame, and she was using it to shield herself from Sparky''s Infestation, crisping the mites with it as theynded. "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 Bash. 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 Bash!" No use there either. Calcine was squirming under Bash''s grip as the mix of w moves crushed her defenses, turning all that pain into thought-robbing pleasure. Brandy had never felt so useless. Without a Pok¨¦mon to listen to her, she could only try to distract them. The Corvisquire only had eyes for Sparky, and if she got anywhere near Bash''s ws, 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. "Bash. Feint attack." Bash 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," Bash blinked as a ck feather drifted down and pped 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 mming the shocked-looking Braivary''s face down onto her knee. The colossal bird bounced right off it, freeing Calcine from her grip as she copsed 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 ck 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 Bash in rock with a foot stomp to the enormous bird''s feathers and then turned her baleful re 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." Calcineughed. mes glowed in the cracks in her skin, but she didn''t seem to pay it any mind. Pok¨¦mon 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 upied 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 Pok¨¦mon 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. 108 – Blow Me (Like the Wind) (18+) 108 ¨C Blow Me (Like the Wind) (18+) 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 Bash the Braivary and had Rock Polished the giant birddy into the bridge gstones. It should take her out of the fight unless she was 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 Bash down, but things weren''t all rosy. All her Pok¨¦mon 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 gstones as shended, 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 gstone 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 Bash 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 Bash. It did her little good. Bash 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. ck 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 gstones 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 sted Calcine as Harper fanned her wings. The Fletchling was nearly blown over by the st before she jumped into action and wiggled both her ck tail feathers and her entire butt Calcine''s way. Calcine set her feet down, letting the rock cover them to hold her in ce, 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 nce at Sparky. She was dodging the Corvisquire just fine. Half the ck-feathered bird woman''s body was tagged with her sparking webs, but the Corvisquire was powering through it, throwing out shes 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 re, Brandy dived into the duel between Sparky and the Corvisquire. The Corvisquire''s ck 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 electricitye 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-nk 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 upying 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 ws on the stone as she tried to hold herself together against a heated cocknced 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 Bash''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 Bash and Cassidy. "I''m new? Not exactly the biggest girl in the Flock." "You''re with us," Bash 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. "Bash 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 Bash. "That good?" "Hey, I want to fuck her too. You do it for me." Bash smiled. "I''ll give tips." Fucking a Pok¨¦mon 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. 109 – Stay Flexible (18+) 109 ¨C Stay Flexible (18+) 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," Bashughed. It was also strange to use another Pok¨¦mon as the bed for this, even if she was technically under ayer 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 Bash''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," Bash said. The Fletchling reached out to grab Brandy''s hips and pulled her closer. Brandy dropped into herp, making her squawk at the Trainer''s weight. She had well over half a 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 herrger teammate. She was used to letting the Pok¨¦mon 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," Bash 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, Bash?" 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 myp and let Fletchling jump on top." She wasn''t being excluded. So her feeling of being left out had toe from somewhere else. "You''re all a lot taller than her. Is she always on top?" "We don''t want to crush her," Bash 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 syed 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. 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 regr Bonds Pok¨¦mon formed, which let her feel the highest moments of Calcine and Sparky. Thatforting 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 Bash right there, it seemed obvious how. She grabbed the Fletchling''s cor 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 Bash. Do everything she says. Understood?" "Yes, Ma''am," the Fletchling said, biting her bottom lip. "I''m Bash''s bitch." Bash 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 Bash 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 thigh, little popping puffs of me rolling 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." Bash says, "Confidence, you''re one of us. Fearless, just enjoy yourself." The pep-talk eased the Fletchling into it. It was sweet of Bash to do. For all the Flock hade 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 Bash''s words, it was infectious. Brandy needed to point out the ws 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," Bash 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?" Bash 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 tosh her tongue deep into Brandy''s insides and then swirl until Brandy was vibrating with the built-up tension of an oing 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?" Bashughed. "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,e 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." Bash 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 gstones. 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 Bash''s order to heart and throwing her all into it. Brandy was lucky she hadn''t started fucking right away. A Pok¨¦mon 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 gstones. "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 zed expression, eyes unfocused and panting as her body shook from itstest 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 p 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. 110 – Feels Like Rain (18+) 110 ¨C Feels Like Rain (18+) 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 them 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 wet and shined up Calcine''s skin as they grasped over her. The cracks and w 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 ady 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 go 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''sp. "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''sp and kissed up her stomach as she slid down onto the stones, headnding 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. Sparkyughed 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 herter, but Brandy couldn''t me 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 p her side. Sparky was out of reach and just cackled, and the Fletchling couldn''t help snorting augh. "You know what I mean. You''ve been terribletely, Cassidy. I want to do better for you, but I can''t rece 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 undted 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 me, ready to coax it into a roaring fire. All the fireparisons 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!" Cassidyughed, "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 yful squeeze. She had a real fascination with Brandy''s breasts, and Brandy had utterly lost control of the little fireball. If she wanted to squeeze them; 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 rx. Think about what Fletchling just said. Morgan''s listening." "Watching, too," Cassidy mumbled. "I know she is. Somewhere. Morgan,e 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 wasn''t 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 ce, the little bursts of pleasure taking the edge off what could have been a really somber moment. She wasn''t surprised when a ck 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. "d Sparky''s doing well. You look pretty when you smile." Cassidy squeezed her eyes shut, sniffing as she tried to choke her feeling back. Morganid a few more kisses along her cheek, recing Brandy''s warmth 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-firstp 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, andshing out." "I saw you take down Bash. 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 coulde 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 d I got to say goodbye." "I said I''de 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," Cassidyughed, 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 noting 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 ce. "You never were," Cassidy said, but she sounded giddy. "I just pushed the feelings into the others. I knew this wasing. 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, Bash. 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 d they probably couldn''t. One Sparky was enough. 111 – Something to Crow About (18+) 111 ¨C 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 Pok¨¦dex 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 Pok¨¦mon 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." 112 – Train in the Downtime 112 ¨C Train in the Downtime 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 Bash 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''tst long. Cassidy adored her Partners and wanted to know them inside and out. Brandy could barely keep up, though they shared a goodugh about Sparky''s awful time with Scoria''s spicy food. "I''ll eat it all next time," Sparky said, riding atop the back of Bash, 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 exnation 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 ws withoutint. 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 ws 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 Gr, see if we can''t find a feathereddy here who needs some friends." "I''m sure we''ll meet again," Morgan smiled, licking her bite marks on 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,ughing 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. --- "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 engineing 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 ss as they left Harper, Cassidy, and the rest of the Flock on the railway side. Morgan blew Cassidy onest 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 me, you are all broken up." Calcine had taken a lot of big hits in thest 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 Pok¨¦mon. 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 in 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. Brandy put the cheerful bug ball and the ck ball with the me heart on the table. 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 Pok¨¦mon 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, yful 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,ughing 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 nning 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 Ballsshing 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 ying 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, shing Brandy her perfect white teeth. "Are we ying regr rules or strip?" 113 – Caught in the Act 113 ¨C Caught in the Act 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 ying 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, crispugh 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 Gr had separate cabins because the Gr Transport Network knew exactly what Pok¨¦mon 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? y 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, ck 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 rtive 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 y lets me jump in to ruin one of their big movespletely," 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 difort. "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 ck 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, ring 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 ying 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 rottenter. 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 augh 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 pantse 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. 114 – Long Distance Intimate Relationship (18+) 114 ¨C Long Distance Intimate Rtionship (18+) "These things are meant to be simple." Morgan sighed as she tapped away at Brandy''s Pok¨¦dex. She was on Brandy''sp, facing her with her legs knelt 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 Pok¨¦dex. 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 Pok¨¦dex 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 voice whispered out of the speaker. "Wait, who are you?" Morgan tipped her hat brim up and put the Pok¨¦dex 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 avoidughing. 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 Pok¨¦dex 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 Pok¨¦dex 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 ept our demands?" "This is so silly," Maple giggled. "Mahi,e 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 todo 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 idental. "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 Gr?" "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 Mapleugh at how she''d echoed her exact words. "Brandy, you not only have some great legs but a fantastic pussy. I ampletely 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 as 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''tpletely gone. "Morgan, hrm? Since you''ll let my girlfriend go, can you tell me why you stole her?" Morgan took the Pok¨¦dex and propped it up on the train''s table against the wall, giving a view of the whole cabin and her position atop Brandy''sp. 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 youter. 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 potentbination 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 herpletely. 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,ying 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 Wandering 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 was getting 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 Mapleughing 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. Side Story! – Playing to Type (18+) Side Story! ¨C ying to Type (18+) Sophia had been warned about Professor Miriam. She was rger than life'' and ''A bigger deal than you thought.'' Everyone who''d ever met her came away stunned by her beauty and impressed by the depth of her knowledge. Be careful with her, they warned. She''s a handful. But Sophia had followed Professor Miriam''s career her whole life. She was everything Sophia wanted to be. Boundlessly confident, effortlessly intelligent, and hot as sin. Professors weren''t just Elite Trainers. They were so strong they''d done everything and settled down to train a new generation. They were powerful heartthrobs who many a girl had a crush on. Most grew out of that crush as they got older, but Sophia hadn''t. So when Professor Miriam advertised for a new research assistant, Sophia was the first to put in her application. She was more than qualified, her grades had been superb, and she had done her Master''s Degree in Pok¨¦mon Typing, just like Professor Miriam had. She''d never expected to get a reply. Or to be selected. Or to be here, sitting in a leather chair in a cleanb room with the crush of her life sitting in front of her. But she was, and she finally felt like she''d bit off more than she could possibly chew. Because Professor Miriam was just impossible. Not in the bad way of an unpleasant personality, no Professor Miriam had been perfectly polite and professional in her introductions to Sophia. But all her niceties had washed in one ear and out the other, because what was impossible about Professor Miriam was her body. She was just so huge! Sophia was used to being the shortest person in the room, but Professor Miriam had to be seven feet tall, maybe more! The top of Sophia''s head only came up to Miriam''s nipples, which meant Sophia was in a deep shadow when they''d met. Because Professor Miriams'' breasts were absolutely massive, even for her gigantic stature. Easily bigger than Sophia''s head, they had a firmness thatpletely defied gravity and strained against the white shirt Miriam had somehow squeezed into. They had absolutely captivated Sophia''s attention ever since she''d seen them. While it had to be obvious how much she was staring, Professor Miriam didn''t seem to mind one bit. "Sophia," Professor Miriam said. Her voice was low but cut right through Sophia and shook her back to attention. "Do you need a moment, dear? You look a little pale." Sophia was forced to look up at Miriam''s face and Arceus above; it was no less a beautiful sight than her gorgeous breasts. She just didn''t seem real. Jet ck hair fell in waves down her body, not a single strand out of ce. It flowed like silk around her as she moved. Her eyes wererge and expressive, a deep, warmvender that seemed to change hue depending on the light. Her lips were full and soft and seemed absolutely perfect for kissing. When she smiled, which she rarely did, her face lit up with captivating radiance. She was a goddess, not of this earth, and Sophia wanted to worship. Badly. There''d been a question, hadn''t there? "Oh, um. No, I''m good, Professor." "Call me Miriam. We''ll be working together." that little gesture made Sophia''s heart bounce. She was amazed her sses hadn''t steamed up from the blush on her cheeks. "Miriam." It felt wrong even to say her name, like Sophia wasn''t worthy, but Miriam had asked, and she didn''t want to argue. "Please, go on." "Very good," Miriam said, sucking on the end of her pen. Sophia was envious of that pen. It didn''t deserve it. "We''re just going to get you used to how things will be with me here, so I''m going to go over some basic Type personalities with help from my Partner, nothing you don''t already know." Miriam''s Partner! Another part of the woman''s legend. Miriam was among the few people to tame a Pok¨¦mon that most people thought was untamable. One so powerful and self-confident, they often just roamed the continents, taking women as they pleased and acting like time hadn''t changed since the old days before humanity had found a way to get a more equitable rtionship with Pok¨¦mon. Of course, it''d taken someone like Miriam to bond with them, a human legend. Sophia felt arms loop around her body, ruffle her in brown hair and take a squeeze of her not-all-that-impressive bust. "Miriam, you got me a cute one! Look at this little librarian. I could eat her up." The touch of the Pok¨¦mon behind her was strange. It felt silky in a way that wasn''t possible. Skin so smooth it flowed over Sophia like water, with avender tint the same shade as Miriam''s eyes. Even through her clothes, it felt wonderful. The fingers that probed at her stomach seemed to melt into her and spread, a touch so enveloping it seeped through her clothing to kiss at her skin. Sophia squirmed in her leather chair and hoped she didn''t end up soaking it before they even began. "Sophia, this is Kate. I''m sure you''ve heard of her." Miriam said legs crossed as she bnced a clipboard on her thighs. It gave a view down her skirt that Sophia was finding hard to ignore. Miriam''s hips were asrge as everything else about her. She wasn''t just jealous of the pen. Miriam''s chair wasn''t good enough for her, and Sophia would have traded spots instantly. "She barely even noticed me," Kate said, kissing Sophia''s cheek. "You haven''t been recruiting from your fan club again? We wore out thest one from there in a week." Wore out? What did that mean? "She''s a professional Kate, like me. Try it yourself. You always wanted to do something new." Kate snorted and kept on feeling Sophia up. Her strangely prating touch made Sophia squirm. "Let''s begin. Do you know your Flying Types, Sophia? Give me a local one." Kate did an incredible job distracting Sophia, but she wasn''t so rattled she couldn''t work past it. She could answer a straightforward question like that. "Swellow. We don''t have a pure flying type here in Hoenn, but a Flying and Normal type is quite close." The arm fondling her up began to bubble, and blue feathers sprouted along it. ws formed on the hands grasping her stomach and scratched grooves in Sophia''s top. Long blue hair draped down over her front, red at the tip. Kate flexed her new wings to show the iid white feathers and puffed up her chest, which now had a vivid shade of red feathering. It was soft, so soft against Sophia she couldn''t help but sink into it and put herself level with a golden, piercing eye and a smile so smug a cat would have felt inferior. "Hoo, hoo." Kate giggled, imitating an owl. "I''m feeling adventurous. Want to steal this one away all for myself." "Don''t get ahead of yourself," Miriam said, with a firm tone that nailed Sophia to her seat and made her throat dry. Miriam''s presence was just overwhelming. "Sophia, give an exnation for the typing personality, please." Academics. Right, she could do this. Just ignore the gorgeous birddy feeling her up and the vision of beauty looking at her like she might do some interesting trick. Sophia swallowed a lump in her throat and desperately tried to recall the basics. "Flying types are independent, which means they like to get their Partner alone and often disappear to do their own things and return as they feel like," Sophia said, hoping her memory wasn''t failing her. Her mind had a lot to handle right now. "It''s good for people who have busy jobs or a lot of responsibilities, as their Partner usually has a good idea of when to drop in on them and when to let them work." "Oh, I''m going to get you alone," Kate whispered into Sophia''s ear. "And the things I''ll do to you, you wouldn''t believe." Sophia swallowed an even bigger lump in her throat. "And, um, Normal types more closely emte humans. They often take up regr jobs and are better with technology and money. So a Flying and Normal would be a Pok¨¦mon that liked to live in the wilderness, maybe as a Ranger or a, uh, herbalist? Or someone who rarely visits with gifts, like artisan crafts or something they''d found while exploring." "I''d find a nice natural waterfall and drag you out there." Kate purred and licked at Sophia''s throat, her wet tongue making Sophia squirm. She''d almost entirely wrapped up Sophia in her wings. Sophia could only just see Miriam watching her from over the tips of the blue feathers. Miriam looked pleased, which filled Sophia with a relief that mixed in with the bubbling arousal Kate was coaxing out of her to make a potent, energizing concoction in Sophia''s veins. "Take you on the edge of the drop while the water thundered by and see if I could make you scream louder than all that noise." That certainly fitted the description. It even sounded fun. A frequent visit to drag you off for exciting, intense adventures or share unique experiences. Sophia was into it, or maybe she was just into Kate, who was just so fucking pretty as a Swellow it was unfair. "Good," Miriam said, checking something off on her clipboard with a flick of her wrist. "I don''t want you to just pick safe options, so let''s have a little challenge. That Seviper we met a few weeks back, Kate." The feathers around Sophia''s body got firmer as they melded together and became shining blue scales. They darkened before her eyes as muscle swelled through Kate''s limbs, and Sophia felt everything tighten around her. Loop upon loop of thick tail muscle grew out of the wings, the gaps filled like invisible liquid poured into a mold, and soon Sophia found it hard to breathe. There was just so much of Kate; her snake body was thicker than Sophia''s and heavy. She was pressed down firmly into the chair, which groaned as Kate''s new coils squeezed it. Blotchy candle me patterns were painted over both of Kate''s breasts. Her hair had fanned out and thickened to form a gorgeous purple hood around her head, with a twirling braid that went down her back to drape on the floor behind her. Deep red eyes with yellow pupils looked down at her. The yellow split into separate rings that span as Kate grinned down at her with a mouth full of sharp fangs. Terrifying but wickedly hot. Sophia shrunk into her leather seat, making her seem even smaller than the other two in the room. "That''s an Arbok! Poison type," Sophia said in a tiny voice, and Kate grinned wider. So many sharp teeth it made Sophia''s heart flutter in panic. "Which isn''t what I asked for, Kate," Miriam said firmly, pping her thigh with her clipboard. It made a sharp snap sound that made Kate duck down to hide her head behind Sophia and grin at her Partner. "Do I need toe over there and make you do as you''re told?" "Poison types are naturally disobedient," Sophia said quickly. Both turned to re at her as she jumped between the argument, making her insides writhe in embarrassment. Miriam had a re that could melt through rock, and right now, Kate looked at her like she was her next meal. Sophia grabbed the edges of her sses in a feeble attempt to center herself and pressed on. "They like to throw their Trainers in difficult situations, some because they like to be tamed and some because they always will push their Trainer to do better. Some find them mean, but that''s not entirely true." "Not entirely wrong either," Kate said, leaning in to bite Sophia''s shoulder. The stab of pain made her squeal, but it was brief as she felt a warmth spread out from Sophia''s bite. "Well, if you''re going to defend her attitude, it does at least show you have some understanding of the Type," Miriam said. Still, a note of disapproval in her tone made Sophia''s heart sink into her stomach. "Kate, give her a demonstration." It sounded like a punishment was being issued, but Sophia''s head was already swimming, her vision coloring oddly. Kate flicked out a forked tongue over the bite, her spit sealing the wounds as she hissed happily, the rattling vibration of the sound traveling along her coils and buzzing into the encircled Sophia. "My poisons are already in your veins," Kate said, rolling out her s''s into a long hiss. The noise of it added to the swirling patterns Sophia was seeing, and she could feel the sound, like a patter of firm kisses all along her head. "But I could be more inside you." Sophia couldn''t see where Kate''s tail ended in all her coils, but she didn''t need to when she felt the tip of it stroke under her skirt and tug aside her panties. The poison in her veins made every light touch send out waves of pleasure, and they rippled through her andbined to heighten each other. Without any pration, Sophia felt stuffed full and unable to move. All she could do was sink her face into the purple coils of Kate''s tail and bite down. "A feisty one!" Kate sounded so pleased at getting bit, "Miriam, I''m going to break this one early. I don''t want to wait." The tail tip pressed into her pussy was a small poke that didn''t draw out anything but the smallest of moans, but there was so much more tail to go, and it quickly got thicker. Sophia wanted to speak as it stretched her out, to let Kate know how deep it was and to slow down, but she felt her jaw cken as she tried to form words. The noises in her throat made her body vibrate, and the exquisite feeling of getting stretched out by a writhing tail came with warm colors that floated across Kate''s skin and made her glow. All beyond it, Miriam simply watched and took notes, so perfectlyposed even as she watched Sophia break before her. It made Sophia want to beg her to do something. Join in,vish her with praise and love. Make this experience even more impossible toprehend. Anything to make that towering goddess take some notice of her. Sophia sank her fingers into the coils and tried to endure. Her belly muscles quivered as the tail writhed deep, deep inside of her. She knew there had to be some limit to how far Kate could go, but through the delirium of the poison, she could have sworn she was already pressing that tail tip right up against her heart. When it finally wiggled back out, Sophiay curled in the crook of Kate''s neck. She became a sobbing mess, shuddering and shaking as the tail slid out of her and left her empty. "Kate more, please," she begged, "I need it." Kate''s chuckle at her distress, her need to be fucked, was just pure evil delight. She brushed a hand through Sophia''s hair and looked at Miriam. "She can still speak, better than thest one." "Then let''s continue," Miriam said with a light chuckle as Sophia reached out for her, hunger in her eyes. "Before you really do break her. I think a Steel is a goode down for her, Mawile, and don''t y games, Kate, or I will send you away and finish myself." Sophia wouldn''t have hated that. Kate was a delight, but the Professor to herself? She was almost sad to see the snake coils darken and melt to form a new shape. Kate''s legs emerged from the coils, long and slender with thigh-high ck boots. It was the only clothes she made for herself. The rest of her was pale naked flesh on a long,nky body with a chest that was just too small bumps. It was still a gorgeous look for her, like a perfectly formed gymnast, with prating blood-red eyes. As beautifully slender as Kate was, her mane of purple hairpensated for it. It thickened out and darkened to a jet ck until the ponytail was almost as big as her. Kate reached back to caress it just as it split open end to end, a truly massive tongue lolling out of it around rows of sharp teeth. A Mawile, for sure. There was no mistaking that. "You know a Mawile''s types. Don''t you, Sophia?" Miriam called from her chair. She was leaning forward now, her massive chest pressed between her arms. Seeing all that cleavage and the poison in her veins robbed every thought right out of Sophia''s head. She just stared,pletely transfixed by the beautiful sight. Kate roused her with a lick from her ponytail''s maw, the massive tongue licking Sophia from toe to tip, leaving her feeling wet and slimy. "Answer her beautiful," and then lowered her voice to a whisper. "Or don''t. She''s entertaining when she''s upset." Kate''s Mawile voice was a treat on the ears, the rxed confidence that could convince a woman to walk into a burning fire. None of the Arbok''s teasing disdain, but a pure shot of genuine concern for Sophia and a desire to see her perform. "Steel," Sophia said, promoted by Kate''s calm voice. "And Fairy. Steel types ooze confidence, aplete surety in themselves and others." Kate patted Sophia''s armsfortingly as she spoke. A gentle encouragement for her to keep talking. "Steel Types are good for wallflowers or those who love a nice confident partner. They''ll tell you what they want and always give it to you straight. While Fairy is a simple, captivating beauty, pretty in a way that steals women''s hearts and makes them delightful to look at. Or listen to. Or just be around. Together, you get a confidence that can encourage you to do anything." "Atta girl." Kate said, "And all that with some poison still in your veins. She''s good Miriam. Usually, they''re a stuttering mess by now. Her work ethic ismendable." "If only yours could always be so good" Miriam smiled. "Do you need a break, Sophia? A moment to catch your breath?" She did. She badly needed topose herself. But the praise made her want to continue to prove to these two she could handle them even at their worst. She wanted to impress them more than she wanted a chance to breathe clearly. Sophia ached for it. "I can go on," Sophia said as colors danced before her eyes. "Really." "A real trooper!" Kateughed, "But I want to give her something, Miriam, so give me a moment." Miriam nodded, and Kate hugged Sophia, her ponytails maw once again going for another lick. But this time, it wasn''t the whole body. It was a targetedshing between her thighs, a press against her already dripping sex to feast on her juices. Sophia gasped, her knees buckling as the maws massive tongue licked into her andvished her clit gently, the tongue firm and insistent as pressure built up. "Kate. So thick." she moaned as her hips lifted to meet the tongue. It was an insane sensation. It felt like Sophia''s orgasm was being leeched out of her, forming a hot white ball on the tip of the maw''s tongue. That feeling of pleasure bleeding out of her was strangely refreshing, clearing her head and making her vision settle down. A tongueshing that should have left her in a melted heap gasping for air left her refreshed and full of life as the maw''s tongue withdrew with the swirling ball of energy on it and then crunched down, chewing it up. "Baton Pass," Kate exined, "For doing so well, I think you deserve a clear head. I want you to enjoy me for me, not my venoms." Kate said, and she sounded so resolutely sure of herself. The idea that Sophia wouldn''te her brains out before they were done was impossible to consider. Sophia didn''t doubt it either. Ditto''s were terrifyingly powerful. Their ability to pleasure women was almost a Legendary tale in itself. "You want to try the tongue for real? Ask anytime, gorgeous," Kate said with a squeeze of Sophia''s tits. "I''d love to take this body for a real ride." "She''s well-behaved in this Type, isn''t she, Sophia?" Miriam said. She''d set the notes aside and seemed to enjoy the show now. Had Sophia proved herself worthy of watching? It made her feel proud that Miriam could set aside her work for her. Even if she wasn''t anything special, she''d done something to change her mood. "Let''s have a Wobbuffet." Kate red at Miriam. "Really?" "Should have done Seviper when I asked. Only yourself to me." Kate sighed, and as her hair rippled, everything about her lost cohesion. She became smooth, almost rubbery, and looked like she was wearing a long dress that hugged her hips and fanned down at her feet. But it wasn''t that. It was all her skin, just an endless sea of blue. A slightly darker blue pixie cut swept around her head, with narrow but expressive eyes and a big smile that looked far too cheerfully pleasant on the effortlessly sexual Kate. A thick ck tail swung behind her with two white spots on the end. It looked ridiculous, and Kate immediately tried to hide it from view. "I feel like a chew toy like this. Wobbuffets, ugh." "Take a bite if you like Sophia, and tell me about her." Sophia didn''t dare bite Kate when she was in a mood. She wasn''t crazy. But even if Kate didn''t like the Wobbuffet look, Sophia did appreciate the simplicity of it. The curves were nice, not nearly as breathtakingly huge as Miriam''s, but she had some size to her that would be fun to press up against and a cheerful look that was hard to be mad at. She looked fun, which wasn''t a word Sophia would have used for Kate until now. "Psychic Types. They can read their partners and know their feelings. Their deepest secrets." Sophia''s mouth went a bit dry at the implication of that. Kate could read her like a book right now. "A Pok¨¦mon for people who don''t want any barriers and to share everything with their Partner." "And oftenplete hotties," Kate said, a hint of bitterness there. "I could have been a Lugia, a Meowstic. I could have been a Gardevoir for you, Sophia." Who wouldn''t want that? But Sophia wasn''t about to be baited so easily. "Wobbuffet is cute." "Cute! Psh." Kate''s eyes lit up as she poured some of her power into Sophia''s mind. "You don''t want cute. You want hot. You want someone with curves. Tall, imposing. Powerful. Hrmmm. Who do we know like that?" Miriam flicked her raven hair back and smiled. She knew! She knew Sophia wanted her, and she just smiled about it. What did that mean? Kate gasped. "Wait, Miriam! She thinks she isn''t curvy herself. Sophia, you think you''re not enough? Ugly even? Oh, you poor thing, these thoughts are no good." She sounded scandalized. Psychics got closely connected with their Partners. They could be very emotional if they dug too deep, and Kate didn''t seem the sort to have restraint. Miriam got out of her chair, and Sophia stared up at her. Seven feet tall in heels easily, she towered over Sophia even from afar. Up close, Sophia couldn''t even see Miriam''s face over the curve of her breasts. She was just so perfect it was unfair. It made Sophia feel even shorter than she was, like a wretch paired up against a goddess. Miriam reached out and grabbed one of Sophia''s breasts and squeezed it firmly. The gasp ripped out of Sophia''s throat was louder even than when Kate had her Arbok tail dug deep inside her, the shock of it. The feeling of the Professor''s firm fingers. The way she so expertly kneaded the flesh. It was heaven. "These are no good?" Miriam said, and Sophia mewled in response. "You think these aren''t enough to please? Because I find them a good handful Sophia. Kate? Your opinion." "I love curves," Kate said, joining her blue fingers with Miriam''s firm grip. Together they mauled Sophia''s chest and made her moan so effortlessly it felt as natural as breathing. She was y in their hands and moved her body to heighten their touch. "And Sophia has a good set, short but stacked. We both love that." They did? But she- Kate flicked the back of her neck. "Miriam, she''s having opinions about her body like she''s an expert. You know how many women I''ve fucked senseless, Sophia? Thousands. I know what a good body is like, and Miriam? Tell me, Sophia, what kind of woman do you think could bond with me? What would she be like? What''s her personality type?" Strength, power, control. It had to be. Miriam was more than just a strong trainer. She was effortlessly strong. Oozing with confidence and amanding attitude that made ady want to get on her knees and beg to serve her. She wasn''t just bonded to a Ditto. She had the Ditto mindset! Miriam went through life doing as she pleased to whoever she wanted and was fully confident she would get it. A sexual titan, a monster of a woman, and one who thought Sophia was worthy of her. It made Sophia love her more to know Miriam had such high standards and Sophia wasn''t failing them. Maybe she wasn''t as pale an imitation as she thought. "Oh, you should have heard that answer, Miriam. It was full marks. She has you down perfectly. I like her. She''s got brains the others don''t." "And you love brains do you?" Miriam said, eyebrow raised as she picked Sophia off the chair with one hand and sat down with the chair squeaking in protest before plopping Sophia back down in herp. To have her head resting against Miriam''s breasts, her thighs as her support? To get to luxuriate in this women''sp? Sophia almost came from the situation itself. "Love brains, love fucking them out of people." Kate grinned. "We done? Because I feel you want to show Sophia her full duties here." "One more, give me a Grass type Sophia." "Cacturne," Sophia said, her mind too addled by soft, luxurious breasts to realize what she''d asked for. "Oh, this is going to be a delight," and Kate''s cheerful grin took on a twisted form as bits of her lips fused together to form a long row of holes. Her eyes snapped open, dark ck with glowing yellow iris, and her rubbery skin paled green, thick ted spikes bubbled out of her limbs and lined them in a row. They prickled against Sophia''s skin as Kate leaned on her body, tugged at her breast, and sent pangs of pleasure flowing through her from every prickle. "Grass Types," Miriam said in a lecturing tone as Kate ignored Sophia and used her spines to cut Miriam''s clothes off her. All but herb coat scoured away, letting Sophia sink back into Miriam''s flesh which was just as soft andfortable as she''d imagined. "Want to help everyone have a good time. They like threesomes and helping both Partners enjoy each other fully. Which is why Kate is cutting off my clothes, so you can feel me better." Sophia rubbed her head against Miriam''s chest, sinking deep into Miriam''s cleavage. She could go far back enough she was all but envolped in the giant of a woman, and she had no reason not to, so she indulged. It was pure bliss. "But Cacturne is also a Dark Type, who can turn pain into pleasure and is far more open in their lusts. So together, she''s going to want to ravage you and help me do the same. Do you want that?" "Yes." Sophia gasped. "You want to be ravaged by us? I''d warn you, most women don''te out of this the same." "We keep them safe, though," Kate grinned. "All her failed assistants keep our house cozy, and every night, we fuck them senseless. If you break, you''ll still get that if you want it." Sophia moaned at the thought of it, the feeling of it all. The pair of them going at her with such furious, single-minded intent. It was intoxicating. "But I would like a real assistant," Miriam said as she slid her fingers down Sophia''s body. She was so artful with her fingers that it didn''t seem real. Professor Miriam knew how to make Sophia squirm with the lightest touches. Sophia wouldn''tst five minutes with them, but she would savor every minute until she snapped. "So you''re going toe for me, Sophia. A lot, and if you can still think after, you''ve got the job. Every day you''ll fight to keep it. I think you have what it takes to rise to the challenge. Does that sound good?" It sounded perfect. Sophia didn''t know if she''d make it, but it didn''t matter. To be Miriam''s assistant or her toy, there''s nothing Sophia could have wanted more. 115 – A Schedule Stuffed Full 115 ¨C A Schedule Stuffed Full 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 nket she''d ever had. "Thought you were a Dark," Brandy said, leaning her head to let Morgan have better ess 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 myp 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 rtionships, but she liked to think she had a knack for reading a Pok¨¦mon''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 toe. "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 bnce 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 herp. "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. Morganughed at her, clearly not believing she could beat Maple in an attention-stealingpetition. "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 apuse 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 ck-painted ball with the me 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 hotdies 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 toe 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 theplete 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 nking of heavy machinery heard even from the station tform, 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, ady wearing arge bo was helping levitate pieces of metal into ce, guided by a harness-wearingdy in a hard hat. The metal piece was massive too. A rather scary disy of power from a Pok¨¦mon Brandy couldn''t ce. "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 floatingdy with a big bo 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 withughter as Calcine tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Probably maic powers. A Magnezone? Motostoke''s meant to have more mechanical Pok¨¦mon than the rest of Gr 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 venttion. 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 contemting 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 toe 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 ce 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 ns 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 morebative, 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 d 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. 116 – Bite-Sized Terror 116 ¨C Bite-Sized Terror 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 Pok¨¦mon 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. How anyone would ever get near her to hug her was a mystery; she''d never seen a Pok¨¦mon 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. 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 rx." "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''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. The Pok¨¦-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. 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?" "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. "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." "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. 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!" "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 ring 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 theck of any marks meant even if they managed to punch through, the Center had a Pok¨¦mon who could repair it all good as new. "But yes, bend her over." 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. "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." Morganughed 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 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. "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?" Morganughed 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 p, it just got a little yelp out of Sparky, but she wiggled her butt for more anyway. "No more until you tell us." "Aw,e 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 p. "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 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. 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,e here!" "No, you''ll break your teeth." "I''ll break you,e join the chomp squad!" Sparky gnashed at Calcine, "Give me some of that Rolycoly flesh." 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. "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. 117 – Fanning the Flames (18+) 117 ¨C Fanning the mes (18+) Brandy hadn''t meant to use Calcine as a chair, she''d just sat down with herp 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 des 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 imed 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 ck hair aside, seeking those burning lips and leaving them sizzling as she licked her wetted tongue over them. The hot needy sigh Calcine gave was worth risking getting her tongue cooked. "d 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 impossible. 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 thering 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, yfully batting Calcine''s arm as if chastising her. "If I cared about that, I''d never stop tugging on Sparky''s cor. I want to use those dickster, 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 Icked 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 Bash, 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?" Calcineughed, "Sozy." 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 someonezy 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 Bash 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 ites 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 n. Thatst bit was the piece Morgan was missing. "You like oveing," Brandy said, rubbing her butt in Calcine''sp. 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 withpliments. 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," Calcineughed. "You''re giving her a lot to chew on." Sparky gave a thumbs up, and theck 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 ns?" "Yes," Morgan said. "Sort of. It''s the Fire Gym, and I feel Calcine is due to let her me 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 ovee 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 Pok¨¦dex 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 rtionships." 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 nning. 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. 118 – Seeing Double 118 ¨C Seeing Double "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 y 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 re 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 rmendation 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 Pok¨¦balls. 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 wed 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. --- It wasn''t exactly a subtle ce. 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 ss set into the side of the building, only the barest hint of an outline to suggest a door in the ss. "Do you need to call her toe get us?" "No," Brandy smiled. This''d be fun. "Why don''t you ask the door ?" Sparky looked between Brandy and the ss like she''d finally lost it before spreading her arms for the ss. "Open up! We want to see who brought this disaster into the world." "Sure!" the door said, two giant yellow eyes forming on the ss, 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 ss." "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 youe 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 olddy 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." Pixughed 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 Pok¨¦dex. 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 nkets 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 Pok¨¦mon." 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 be the first Pok¨¦mon 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 sttering of freckles underneath that were not dissimr 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!" Fennyughed 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 musclese 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 Gr?" "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 ady 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 herb 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. 119 – Rattling the Cage 119 ¨C Rattling the Cage Fenny was eager to be caught up and relentless with her questions as she led them back to theb. 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. Congrattions 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 lottely, 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 ady 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 nted towards improving the rtionship, 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 atst." "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. It had been a little annoying at the time, but Brandy remembered Fenny hadn''t started the recording until Brandy hadined about rapid height gainpared to her ssmates. 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 ssmates to prove it, like Maeve''s golden eyes or Cherry''s gorgeous hair, which changed depending on how sunny it was. *clonk* 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 metalttice that dominated the center of Fenny''sb. 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 ying 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 metalttice 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 herp. 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 herp. 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." Theb''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. "ire," 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,pletely 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 sped 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 exins so much," Morgan said, tugging Calcine out of reach of Fenny. "You''ve both inherited a knack for getting in trouble." "Not inheritable!" Fennyughed 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 cor. 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 upants was pressed up against a wall, and the other set about mauling her with vigor. "Why are you measuring bonding?" Calcine said as Brandy took a spot between her Pok¨¦mon and her mother. It was probably best not to let them mix, or they''d blow theb 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 ire 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 ces we''ve barely touched. Tips and ire might help us work out how to foster enough ice inheritance that someone could go deep into the Crown Tundra or maybe even colder ces. I''ve got a Gyarados and her two partners who alsoe 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 Nails was practically a massive fashion brand all by herself. "You can get a Gyarados 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 Gyarados 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''sing to Motostoke." "I know!" Fenny said, "You think she wouldn''t have told me? You''re unlucky. If you''de 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 wasforting, 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. 120 – Technically Correct 120 ¨C Technically Correct 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 disy 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 ceon hadn''t noticed her admiring. Tips eyes were the almost ck 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. ire was a lovelydy, 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 ire 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 ady 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 lookedfy enough that they wouldn''t have to deal with Tips'' mess. "Pix, can you exin 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 ire." 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 Pok¨¦mon that can make metal. Anything made by Pok¨¦mon 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 trante 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 popr." 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 notfortable 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 ufortable 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 dateter, 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 pped 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 yful 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 y 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,pressing 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 ce 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 be." 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 y with. Love it." Brandy would have to do thatter, 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 cor 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 nned. 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. 121 – Oh No You Didn’t 121 ¨C Oh No You Didn¡¯t The metalttice of the Cage thrummed, that low buzzing sound of a ceiling light in a Pok¨¦-martte 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, undting 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 ce 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 me 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 andnding 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 sniggered as she webbed up the front of Calcine''s wrist, then moved them over to Morgan and applied some webbing to the front 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 yer. She''d earned a chance to do her thing. "Fuck, Sparky, that move''s 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 Calcine was stilling 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 zing 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 as they puffed up their chests. She''d haveined if it wasn''t such a wonderful ce 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 augh; 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 atst. "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!" Pixughed, and it came from all around. The cage''s metal gleamed until two spots were brighter than the rest, tworge 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!" Pixughed. 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''vee up with. Did you enjoy it?" "You''re all adorable and wee 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 cane 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. "A," 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,e on. See the results." Morgan gave Brandy''s side aforting 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? 122 – Catalytic Conversation 122 ¨C Catalytic Conversation "I love doing this bit." Pix''s glowing eyes were spread across arge 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 ce. "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 testter." "Oh yes, Joyce''s have a long history of being insatiable in bed." Fenny grinned, "Why, if you''d liketer, 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,pletely 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 herb coat. "Pix, if you could! Let''s see the full imaging." Pix''s face disappeared and was reced 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 aser 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 Pok¨¦mon. Humans act more like a catalyst, where it is forged and returned in slightlyrger amounts." "That doesn''t look small," Calcine said, "By any definition of small." "Correct! That''s because of these" Fenny whirled herser 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 Pok¨¦mon, 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 Ie to a family meeting sometime? Love to meet all the Joyces." Brandy flicked some of thest 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. Pok¨¦mon that share moves seem to have very simr 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 ck 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 tendrilshed out of her body, piercing one of the blurry figures with a sharp point, and the ck spread through their body like nt 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 ir." "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 rtionship that wasn''t working out. Is it suggesting I''vetched 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 herp, tracing her fingers along Brandy''s hips. "I''ll corrupt you fullyter. Let''s see Calcine." "Okay, um," Pix mumbled. "This one might look a bit confusing, Fenny." The ck 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," Brandyughed, 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 hersed pointer over Calcine''s skin and Sparky''s fur. "Like the story of the Yamper and the sickly Miino, 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 Pok¨¦mon 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, shing Brandy a sly look. "But you said a Tournament? I''ll have to follow it. Which one?" "The Wandering Whimsicott," 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 thepetition fresh." That made sense why Maple picked it, then. It''d be perfect for a group already nning 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 theb 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 regr 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 exin 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 Pok¨¦mon girlfriends if you included Sparky and Harper. Was that going to be a secret to her Fire side? Brandy had her suspicions helping Calcine ept her moremanding side was the key to it, but maybe it was moreplex 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''snding 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. 123 – Hot MILFs in Your Area 123 ¨C Hot MILFs in Your Area
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''sp 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 red 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 ss 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 iled 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 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 nned 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 ttered. 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, thetter slowly sinking into Scoria''s bust like it was quicksand. "Morgan, this is Scoria, my Pok¨¦-mom." "Pok¨¦-mom. Cute." "My little Larvesta is awfully cute," Scoria said proudly. "You, on the other hand, are quite delightful. I''m d Brandy has ady 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 ces she''d never see without you," Scoria nodded, "and if you need to wander, then Fenny and I could show you a ce 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 ck feathers as Calcine tried to punch her arm yfully 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 Pok¨¦mon." Brandy buried her face in her hands and resolved never toe out. She lived here now, burning in shame. The Eternal Shame. "Still think you can handle them?" Fennyughed 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 ying 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 ne out of her cleavage. She''d worn it as long as Brandy could remember; it was as 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 ne chain was a simple silver, going down to a socketed fitting with a red pearl imnted in it. Swirling within were mes 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 rtionship. "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 ne 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 ne into Brandy''s top. "Just short on ones I can actually tell her."
124 – Grill Queen 124 ¨C Grill Queen 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 Pok¨¦-center safe, so it was just a case of wandering about and asking for directions until they could find the ce. Their final destination was a surprisinglyrge house with a well-manicured frontwn, 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 ce?" 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 nked and moved as the bird chirped. The massive steel b 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 te, 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 Pok¨¦-center to house Trainers?" "Oh!" the bird bobbed on the perch excitedly. "Trinket is going to love this. Um, do you need toe 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 Pok¨¦mon could be very peculiar. Some kind of puzzle house was strange but notpletely out there. "We just want to drop off the bags." Calcine said, "Can we do that ande back when Trinket is ready? We''re going to try the Gym." "Sure! We had to put in something because our maildy 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''reing once she''s finished having fun. We''ll be happy to have you! Trinket''s always busy. Some more lovelydies around would be a treat." Well, that exins why this ce is taking guests. Brandy was sure none of her Partners wouldin 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. Somee 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 cored her and lifted her off the ground. "Gym first." "Make me," Sparky grinned. "We got needydies 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-nting 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," Morganmanded, 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 beautifuldies," 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 ss 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. shy." "That''s because of Type," Calcine said. "Fire is shy 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 nt 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 red. "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 somerge steel ducts built into the ceiling, slowly sucking away the haze of smoke in the room. Thedy 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 andpliments. She wasn''t wearing a stitch apart from her ribbons and had enough of a chest shelf to bnce 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 hade up positive. "Come sit, my delicious little morsels," she said, mes curling out of the edges of her mouth. "No money needed to enjoy yourself at Spitfire''s Grill." When a fiery snakedy 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. Spitfireid 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 everyst 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." 125 – Snake Eater 125 ¨C Snake Eater Calcine was staring at all the foodid out over Spitfire''s long, segmented tail with a gleam in her eyes that Brandy just knew was the start of a n. 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 snakedy. 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 ck 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 nned to do just that as soon as possible. Calcine rolled up the fish, dipped it in the sauce, 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 Pok¨¦mon, 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 vor 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 vors 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''ints 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 tongueshing out to lick the sticky sauce off Brandy''s face. Her tongue glowed in Brandy''s eyes, wreathed in a zing fire that tickled at Brandy''s skin. That hot length of fire-wrapped musclenguidly 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 usualforting Incinerate, more sharp and dizzying to be exposed to. Brandy wiggled her hips, hoping one of her Partners saw the Pok¨¦dex 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 nking together atop her bust. Her bnce really was incredible. There was a loud thwack and a tter of stic skittering across the ground. Brandy''s head was still swimming as Spitfire pulled away and red off to the side. "No Pok¨¦-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 vourful kiss. Brandy bit at Calcine''s bottom lip as she kept exining the n. "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 ying 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 y on that." "Like Sparky?" Calcine said as she pulled Brandy''s top down toy some food along Brandy''s shoulder des. Calcine and Morgan took turns bending to snap it off, whichpressed 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 n there." "Morgan can," Brandy muffled. It wasn''t taking charge if it was helping with a n, just offering some of her Trainer knowledge. "Foul y is perfect for swapping things." "Oh, then we just need the perfect bait," Calcine said, letting her tongue drag along Brandy''s shoulder des 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 still, using the forey 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 snakedy 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 tongueshed 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 zed 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 sshed 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 snakedy''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 n? 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 attentionvished on her body was a treat Brandy hadn''t expected. She really felt like a buffet for them all to enjoy, and all three were 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 shed ck, a long red pepper appeared in its ce. 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 sttered 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 y along, and I''ll pour some out on our dear Brandy here, and you can soothe yourself on her." This was an evil n, 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 n 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 ying 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 foreignnguage. "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 n was just as willing to bend the rules. Brandy''s pussy was going to feel the heat if it wasn''t. 126 – Lighting the Fires (18+) 126 ¨C Lighting the Fires (18+) 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 be a very embarrassing loss for all of them. "You do something for us, and you can have this," Morgan said, dangling the thin ss 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 me-wreathed tongue hanging out of her mouth as she panted. It made herrge 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, mes 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 ns might, unfortunately,e 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 ss of milk over. Watching a huge snakedy slug back a ss 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," Spitfiremanded, kissing Brandy so firmly it made her toes curl. Brandy liked spicy food almost as much as spicydies, 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 ce in the world." "Brandy''s still going to reward youter. 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 ming 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 copsed 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 topensate for her terribleck 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 ne nestled between Calcine''s cleavage. "We got options. Calcine, you want to do the thing?" "No, we can do this without." Calcine pped a hand on Brandy''s ass instead. "Spitfire''s ying 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 shecked 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 Pok¨¦mon," 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 awfullyplicated?" "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 heating 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 shing 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 ck energy rolled off them. It was intense enough to make 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 andid 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 Pok¨¦mon. 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 a lump swell in her throat, and she had 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 n 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." 127 – Can’t Take the Heat (18+) 127 ¨C Can¡¯t Take the Heat (18+) 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, orpliment 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 tes 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 rx. Morgan leaned in to lick some spilled food off Spitfire''s nk while Calcine stood back,manding 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 ofrge 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 dyed 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 snakedy, 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 m 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 reced 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 topress 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," Spitfire 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''tst 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 mmed the first few inches inside in one go. The heavy m speared through her easily, so easily it had to be enhanced by a Move. Maybe it was just m. 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 b 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 me from her mouth sttering 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 n, have Spitfire overwhelm herself trying to fuck Brandy in half. It might work if she didn''t actually seed. 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 mmed 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 ept 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 mming 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 y. 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 pping 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 y. 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 sted 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 ck 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 p 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 sted 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?" 128 – Kiss Me (Chew Me) (18+) 128 ¨C Kiss Me (Chew Me) (18+) "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 chocte but pasted up. Not exactly what she liked, but it was on the end of Sparky''s finger, and the saltiness underneath actuallyplimented 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 shey panting along Spitfire''s massive tail, they''d all gathered around her andid 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 toce 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 Sparkyps for her head was going to fix that. "It can be a pain in the ass." Spitfire snorted,ughing 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 getfortable." "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 top 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 oust 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 exhrating 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 n, 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 afortingly soft thing in an otherwise breathtakingly hard experience. "You all just wanted to see me fucked." Brandy mumbled. "Spoiling me." "I had a n," 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''sp 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 te!" Calcine smiled. "But you said you wouldn''t destroy her until after the meal and, well." Calcine pped 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," Morganughed, 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 cane back for that?" "I''m good not having burn marks down there," Brandy mumbled. "I can''t believe your whole n 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 thest 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 herugh 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 n 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 st 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 ther 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. 129 – Hats Totally Are Clothes 129 ¨C Hats Totally Are Clothes "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 herp. "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," Morganughed, 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 snakedies is a fun new perk." Sparky was massaging her legs because, of course, she was. She was having a st 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 getfy in Calcine''sp. "I''m going to top youter 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 n. For only being set to a One Badge level, this Gym really had it out for the Trainers. "We''ll keep the sexy Fire Pok¨¦mon 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 shy 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. --- The heat hit them as soon as they opened the door to the Gym''s arena. It wasn''t the scalding heat of me orva 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 towelsid on top for recement. 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 off 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 essory," 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 essory 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 essory, too, Fenny''s gifted Fire Stone ne, lying in the cleavage of her chest. The brilliant swirling red me looked so pretty against her coal-ck 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 musclepping 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 somerge ck shapes waiting on the wooden benches of the sauna. The sauna was massive and looked big enough to fit a whole arena. Arge 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 me blown backward, her pure blonde hair with darkened tips spread out over the backboard. "I want to bounce pok¨¦bucks off those hips." Sparky whistled. "This was worth it. I''m d we didn''t miss this." Her Partners might be focused on the Gym Leader, but Brandy had eyes for the Pok¨¦mon 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 ck 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 particr Pok¨¦mon 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 ze. Wee to my Fire Gym," she said with a sweep of her arm. "Come sit, gorgeous. I''ll exin everything." "ze?" Sparky giggled as she came forward timidly. Sparky was never timid; if even she was simpering here, it couldn''t be a good sign. "No way, that''s your actual name." "It used to be Marigold, but you could say I Evolved." ze 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," ze 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. 130 – Horny Speed 130 ¨C Horny Speed Morgan and Calcine had lowered Brandy onto the Sauna bench, her 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. 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. ze''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 Nails. On pure looks alone, she was horrifically outmatched. Brandy didn''t think she was ugly, far from it. But ze and her Nails were on a whole other level. Her heart pounded as ze reached out to hold her wrist and stared into her eyes. Red eyes weremon for people with strong Fire inheritance. Brandy''s was a nice cherry red, but ze''s eyes were something else. A glowing orange with yellow and red gave her iris the appearance of mes, 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," ze 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 ze''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 Pok¨¦mon so well." "Lea did warn me," ze 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 Nails said, one of her tails brushing ze''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." "Nobodyes away with scratches, so it is cutepared to what you used to be like," ze said, holding up Brandy''s wrist. "Cinnamon, let me start the trial before you tease her." Cinnamon''s tails pulled back to wrap around ze, 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!" zeughed, "You are a Joyce, but give me your hand for a moment. I need to exin." Brandy blushed. It seems Fenny had given away their reputation and let ze 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!" zeughed. She had a gorgeousugh, 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 Nails using her tails to poke at Morgan''s tufty tail. "Try to rx 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 ze''s rear with two of her tails. ze wiggled her perfect bubble butt at Cinnamon and just kept on exining. "I''ll do whatever you ask of me for this." "Can we ask you tomand Cinnamon?" Calcine asked, looking at the Nails thoughtfully. "Brandy can, of course." "I order you to listen to Calcine," Brandy mumbled, "She''s taking the lead in this challenge." ze looked between Brandy and Calcine, eyebrows shooting up. "You''re sure? Pok¨¦mon 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, rx and get ready." Brandy snapped her eyes shut and tried, but it was difficult. Calcine''s determination and forcefulmands were making her heart bounce about. "I thought Lea was joking about you. Seems it is going to be unique." Brandy heard ze 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 y 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 corbone and making Brandy shiver. Then Calcine''s fingers settled down to a squeeze, aforting presence she could focus on along with Sparky. "If you''ll do as I say, does that include bringing in any other Pok¨¦mon you have?" "I ..." ze 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 mber over her as Calcine leaned on her. Some whispering happening over her head as she tried to regte her breathing. "Really?" Sparky cackled. "Oh fuck, we''re going to destroy this. This is perfect." "I am rather excited to see thatst one myself," Morgan said, "She''ll probably break. We have to be careful. Once we have to go beyond forey, she won''tst long. We have to put on a good show. Work her up bit by bit." Morgan was going to love that. She had a ir 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 n, 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 ze, 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 be tough on her, 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. 131 – Screwing the Rules (18+) 131 ¨C Screwing the Rules (18+) Surrounded by beautiful Pok¨¦mon 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 ck skin, the wind swirling around Morgan and making her feathers ripple as she cooled herself off, Sparky''s huge pinball smile fangs clearly on disy. 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 Nails a p on the ass. The p 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 rx 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 foxdy overwhelmed her. "I feel I should be taking notes," Morgan said, "Not that I''ve got the tails to pull this off, but this is masterful." "She''s a real talent," ze 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 ws scratching her scalp as she raked them through Brandy''s hair. It came with an overwhelming sensation offort 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 wasying down the first card in what would soon be a winning hand. "We''ve lowered her defenses, now ze 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 Nails spread her thighs and beckoned ze 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 ze''s hair washed over her skin as she licked up and down, working the muscle with her tongue. Cinnamon let out a throaty chuckle at the show, teasing ze 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 yfulness 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," ze said, her voice muffled by thigh as she politelymanded, "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." ze huffed, her breath warm against Brandy''s skin as Brandyid 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 ears 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 y." Calcine stepped up, grabbed ze''s head with one hand, and turned her to her Partner, who was all blushing smiles at this situation. "Are we still good, ze?" "You''re all wicked, but I''m happy to see where this goes." ze grinned. Calcine ran a heated finger over ze''s lips, making her gasp and her rather generous chest bounce. "Cinnamon, she''s all yours." ze was whipped out of Calcine''s hand by two fluffy tails, dragging ze across the floor on her knees in front of Cinnamon. A vulpine smile on her face as she stroked ze''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," ze grinned up at Cinnamon, "My fiery-" ze 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 ze 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 ze like she was a sulent 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 ze''s throat and another around her forehead, she pulled her back, ze gasping for a breath that got cut off immediately when Cinnamon crammed her dick into ze''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, ze 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; ze 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 nce 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 ze''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 st, her tails wrapped up ze''s arms and legs, and she was just using her like her own personal fuck doll, bobbing ze 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 stimtion beyond Sparky''s asional nip. Everything was so intense. Was she really gging? "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 toe. Because I am feeling the Fire, Brandy, I want to set you ame." 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 perfectpromise. 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 ns toe, but what do I want right now? Well, why don''t I just show you?" Calcine''s smile was infectious. Brandy couldn''t wait. 132 – Rock Crusher (18+) 132 ¨C Rock Crusher (18+) 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 yfully 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 ze getting face-fucked by a worked-up Nails who was just too pretty for this world, asionally catching eyes with the fox and giving her little pecking air kisses to spur her on. ze was a mess, the tanned and gorgeously curvy trainer just drinking in all the attention as Cinnamon finally got to put her in her ce. 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 caressing 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 stroke away at Morgan''s and Calcine''s dicks and try to pass on some of that need to them. "Fuck," Cinnamon said, squeezing ze''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. Morganid 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 ze into thrusts along her cock. One tail wrapped around her throat, massaging the lump of her cock as she sunk it deep. ze 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, mes 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 up 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 ented by the zing red light burning in her eyes. Her horns had grown longer, but her hair had be 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 ttened 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 top 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 ce 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 ze''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-ck 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 ck 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 forst, 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''tst." "I''dst," 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? ze 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 ze has in the ball?" A Fire Type, obviously. ze 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. ze 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, ck hair draping down and tickling her face as she stared up into a coal-ck 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 Pok¨¦mon." Oh shit, this was so much better. ze didn''t have a Cinderace. She had a Carkol. Brandy was going to get squeezed between Calcine and her twin sister. Yes. Yessssssss. 133 – Diamond Heart, Squishy Flesh (18+) 133 ¨C Diamond Heart, Squishy Flesh (18+) The Sauna''s heat couldn''tpete with the warmth of being trapped between two Carkols. 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 epted, a minor difort 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 ze''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 nce 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, ze 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 could 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 res of red fire as she gave smokey looks to her double. "ze 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 waveing from Lixi, and theybined within her to make her melt, her muscles rxing 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 be a raging inferno, so hot even ze 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 rxing heat, she was still sensitive down there from Spitfire. Lixi''s fingers 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 sh, hands sped 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. "Nock of fire with you," Lixiughed. "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 nder here, not even if Lixi might be trying to help push her. "She ms 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 ashes. 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 ce to let the fire out. We can handle whatever happens to her." "Just fuck already!" Morgan groaned from the side. ze 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 p 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 p 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 herst, 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. 134 – Between Two Rock Hard Places (18+) 134 ¨C Between Two Rock Hard ces (18+) 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 morefortable, 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''tin about them and fully intended to get her head lost in thereter. 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 m 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 rxed. "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 me 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 support that she would 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 gxies 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 sped her hands over Calcine''s. Now they both had a hold of her ass, and theirbined 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, ring 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 tost 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 re 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 pration 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 ying 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 me Charge heated Brandy with every stroke, overriding the aches with pure burning pleasure. It surely couldn''tst, 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 purrced 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 asked. 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 pping against their hips as they fought to im 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 leastprehend, 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 ps 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 ame 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 toe. "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 imed 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 pped 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 be. 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 me that loved her, wanted to consume her and be 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. 135 – Showered With Praise (18+) 135 ¨C Showered With Praise (18+) 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 headid 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, eachforting 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 muchfort 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 pping, 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 forck 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, muscr 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 weirdlyforting 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 that 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 sheughed 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 thest 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 wasthering 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 asionally dragged Cinnamon into the water for a sly, hidden kiss as the fox woman purred like a motor engine. ze 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''tin. Even through the aches, the press of Calcine''s body was worth it. "Cinnamon ran out of ideas after a while, and Morgan helped here up with some new ones. ze 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 ze''s back. The Gym Leader mewled weakly with pleasure as dark energy curled over Morgan and Cinnamon''s inteced 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 notst 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 didst. "ze hasn''t said anything that''s made sense for hours." Calcineughed. "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 Nails 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 ze didn''t go without. Speaking of people who might have missed out... "Sparky?" "Hah," Calcine grinned. "She startedparing 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 pping noise wasing 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 dly 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," Calcineughed. "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 lover. "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 Pok¨¦mon up front was amon gym trick from old challenges, and they did it for many reasons. Spitfire''s grill was meant to keep Trainer''s rxed, 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. ze''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 mighte 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 havested 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 ze between them, the Gym Leader''s head lolling back and fore to rest on their shoulders. Her eyes had gone all ssy, 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 ze into it, the blonde Trainer hugging the warm fabric to her like aforter as shower water sshed 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 ze''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''sing home. Head in yourp. Let your love flow into her." "I-" "Metaphorically, don''t make her give you a blowjob," Brandy added. She could see that questioning 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 ze wrapped up and massaged like Brandy said, her face strained as she tried not to reach out for ze, 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 ze to have a gentle orgasm, breathy and shaking as Cinnamon hugged her tight with all her tails, a little lighting back to the Gym Leader''s eyes as she yawned. "Cin, I had the best dream," ze 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 ze''s face and making her Trainer pull faces as she tried to fight them off. "Cinnamon!" ze 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 ze 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." ze 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 ze a dopey pair of grins. "I don''t know how to score this," ze 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 ze 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," ze 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 waspletely 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 essorize. "I mean, what do you want, ze? 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!" ze said, "Calcine, you want to exin 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 ze''s chin. "I learned today I don''t mind it now and then either." ze blushed and nibbled on the tail tip thoughtfully. "I''m not used to losing control like that. But I admit it was fun to just 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," ze 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 ze, 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 pped a wet tail down on Morgan''s hat and pushed her back into ze''s pussy. Her tail feathers shook as she rolled her hips cockily. "Cheeky bird. I thought Unovan''s were meant to be polite." zeughed, 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 toe back another time. I''m in the Wandering Whimscott 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''lle to find you tomorrow to give Calcine her badge and exin." 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 Pok¨¦mon with a badge," Brandy smirked. "Going to be in the history books." "Unofficially," ze 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 ze 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 ze couldn''t miss. But she got her face in there to check and make sure they really were suitable for the world''s first Pok¨¦mon badge. She didn''t find any faults. 136 – Puzzle Dungeon 136 ¨C Puzzle Dungeon 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 ze." "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 thetter, 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 nned 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." Them working together was shameless but lucky for them, Brandy found shamelessness a turnon. "I''ve got a game nned. You''ll bothpete. Calcine will be the judge." Brandy blew Morgan a kiss. "And you can''t cheat at this one." "Rules?" Morgan said, herpetitive edgeing 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 caterpir 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, as long as I get to p her thighs." "No deal, win fairly." Morgan waved her hand, and a light p 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 be 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 ce they were staying at was. Cogs clinked against the saw-toothed runners of the giant bank vault door fitted to the side of the house. The mechanical bird outside had spoken to themst time, and then the ce 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 wee in now?" The mechanical bird above the door took a few moments toe 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''vee 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 wasced 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, ''Wee 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 y 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. 137 – Can Do It In My Sleep 137 ¨C Can Do It In My Sleep 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 Pok¨¦mon were on a whole other level. She hated ruining the fun, but they noticed her gging spirits. Morgan burst into a cloud of ck 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 brte. She nodded as she shuffled on the spot, her breath quickened from Morgan''s touches. Calcineid 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 pleasantlyfortable. Brandy tugged it closer to her, ruffling her cheek up against it. It was so soft and pliable that it felt more like gel than cloth. Which it might be. Clothing that was part of a Pok¨¦mon could dopletely 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 rx 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 rxed. 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 ws 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 y with the spikes of Brandy''s hair; head dipped down as well 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 sweating 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 asionally 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 res, Morgan was having fun. ck energy coated her fingernails as she scratched at the brte''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 lovesplicated 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''te 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, "It''ll go quicker if Morgan stops pawing at her and actually finds that key." 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 tough. "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 ufortable." "I thought you were Trinket," Sparky said, "And being bound up like that isn''t ufortable?" Sandy looked at Morgan in her front, then Calcine behind her, her muscr arms supporting her, and bit her bottom lip. "I''m veryfy 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 toe 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!" 138 – Getting Up to Mischief 138 ¨C Getting Up to Mischief 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''te 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 toze right now, she couldy 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 ck 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 ady say any names you want, Brandy. I''m Eir. Been loving the stories about you." Another stranger slid an arm under Eir''s, the light blue-green of her hair catching in the morning light as she leaned, sleeping on Eir''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 Eir and the other women, but they were all very pretty, very naked, and very close. Abination 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 cing 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 groupall shuffled closer to her. "What''s wrong then? We''ll fix it." Eir said, her voice light and yful, as she traced a hand down Brandy''s chest. Her fingernails scratched through Calcine''s cloak, making Brandy''s mouth go dry. A softugh 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," Eir 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 Pok¨¦mon, which made sense to her, but she just didn''t know how to handle a group of womenplimenting 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 woulde in at the most embarrassing time, stupid Murkrow luck. Eirughed 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 aforting 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," Brandyughed. "But in a good way. I can''t believe women are so into me." "I coulde backter." 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 ady clean when soaped up. The only downside was still trying to shake the wet off when they entered the kitchen, little flecks of water sshing 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 sshes, 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 Pok¨¦mon were by the stove, though Calcine had been shuffled off to the side, away from the food. The Pok¨¦mon 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 ordinarypared 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 yfully 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 Trinketughed. 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 Pok¨¦mon 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 aundry basket, neatly folding themselves. Morgan looked stunned, then shook her feathers which all puffed out and made her look like a ck 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. 139 – Starting the Day Right 139 ¨C Starting the Day Right 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!" Brandyughed 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 p 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''sp, 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 ted up. "Morgan scratched." "Only because they begged me to. And you nearly drove one of them through a wall." "Thin walls here." Calcine sniffed,ing over to the table and offering Morgan her te. 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 seeingdies squirm. Should be gracious to the hosts and let her enjoy the show." Trinket''sugh was incredibly musical, like the ttering 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. Thenky Pok¨¦mon 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 squirmingester." Brandy snatched a roll the moment the te 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 bacon 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 who the subject would be. Did she want to get tied up tonight? She would 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 Whimscott 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 upst 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 have 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 shoulde 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 bacon roll. She still had the tea to go and ap 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 bnce 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 ze," 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. 140 – Tempting Team Tactics 140 ¨C Tempting Team Tactics Waiting outside Trinket''s house, the group quickly got bored and moved on to ying with Brandy''s Pok¨¦dex. Morgan was posing Calcine on Trinket''swn, 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. Not 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 ck 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 nned for uster. You can get your ws 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.
"Calcine" the Carkol
Height: 6'' 2"
Type: Fire/Rock
Victories: 7
Moves Discovered: me 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
"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 you''re 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 me Charge," Brandy said as she tucked away her Pok¨¦dex. 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. methrower 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 ws along Calcine''s shirt, a moan whimpering in her throat as she nuzzled her head into the crook of Calcine''s arm. Sparky sped 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 st 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 forter. 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 me 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 zed 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 stter over Morgan''s chest. "Pussy. Eating. Eat. Yes." "Calcine, don''t you dare!" Brandy said, "We got things to do!" Calcineughed as she threw Sparky at Brandy, the Joltiking at her through the air with tongue outstretched and blue eyes gleaming. She wasn''t about to let her spill against thewn, so Brandy stepped into it, catching Sparky and swinging her around in a circle to break the impact. Cackling, the Joltik tried to mber 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 to not even get off Trinket''swn today before getting broken again. Round and round Brandy went, Sparkyughing 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," ze 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. "ze? 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." ze 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!" ze 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!" ze 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 ze''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 ze''s body. "Give Brandy a bonus point." "She hasn''t started yet!" Sparky gave ze''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,e here," Brandy said, trying her best not to giggle. "Let her tell us what she wants." ze 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. 141 – Planning for Failure 141 ¨C nning for Failure ze hadn''t wanted to exin the n on Trinket''swn, 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 ce. 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. ze had picked out a coffee shop on the corner of a street, with a few chunky tables made out of reimed 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 heating off the espresso machines, so ze 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 asionally blew steam out of its mouth. The steam ran into ss 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,pletely deadpan. "I wouldn''t want to be a cake." "No, it sounds like les 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, zeughing politely at their antics and reaching into her red jacket, taking out a small case. "You all recovered from yesterday?" ze said as sheid the case on the table. "My Gym''s challenges are pretty exhausting. It''s as much a stamina check as a test of your rtionships." "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 thepany, 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." ze said, "Which actually does sort of bring me to a decision you have to make." ze 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. ze 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," ze 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 ze, 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," ze 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 particrly 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. Sheced 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 tly. "Such favoritism!" Sparky gasped. "Morgan, can you believe this?" "Completely unfair," Morgan nodded. "I can''t stand such tant 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 ze. "Can you help?" "Happily," ze reached out to grab the edge of Morgan''s hat, pulling her over to her side of the table and nting a kiss on her that was half smooch and half bite. Morgan made a surprised squeaking noise and sunk into the kiss. The technique was incredible. Brandy''s fight with ze had been more about surviving Lixi and Calcine. It was easy to forget ze 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 herp, 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 ze to rest her head on ze''s rather impressive chest. "I love the debate." ze 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-ck 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." ze 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 ze pped 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." Morgan said as she fluttered her tail at ze. "No." Brandy couldn''t help but giggle at the bluntness. ze 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 toin about it. "So Brandy," ze 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 ze 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 regr visitor. I admire her too, actually!" ze 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 nted 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." ze 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 apany barbecue tomorrow. Spitfire is incredibly eager to do it. She just needs help. Servants." "Maids?" Morgan said, perking her head up from ze''s chest. "I don''t think Barbecue Maids are a thing," ze 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 snakedy 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 ze. "She asked you for this?" "Mhm!" ze 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 ze 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." ze 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 ufortable." "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," ze 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." zeughed. "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 Pok¨¦mon working there. I''d bet Motostoke has one somewhere." "That''ll be expensive!" "Oh, I''ll pay for it," ze said, "You''re doing a favor for me, and I like spoiling Pok¨¦mon. 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 ce 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," zeughed, emptying her wallet onto the tip te. "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 n to get through it without it bing absolute chaos because right now, she wasn''t even sure they''d get any meat cooked before it all went to hell. 142 – Machine Minds, Machine Hearts 142 ¨C Machine Minds, Machine Hearts 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. She tugged firmly on Brandy''s arm and pulled her along in her wake as they briskly walked through the streets. Her excitement was slowly bing 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 ce doing them here." Sparky cupped her hands to her mouth and yelled. "Morgan! Anything?" A ck 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 morefortable 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 ce 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 it''s good 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 ce 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 Pok¨¦-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 the 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, ying 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 Pok¨¦mon 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!" Prettyughed, 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 ssy 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 ce 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 essible." 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 ss and metal scraps were fused together, and the edges smoothed off. Sunlight reflected off the brass machinery that ran through it all, making the ss 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 outsideyer safe to touch. Cleaning it must be a nightmare. "I would never have guessed this was a shop. I''m still not sure it is." Sparky said, looking up at the shop''s sign. Red and blue mas stuck together, with colorful ribbons tied around them that fluttered in the wind. "It''s the ce 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 mped 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." The growth shifted, panels folding in on themselves with rapid clicks until it''d reformed itself into a short, busty woman. Her shiny, silvery metal skin with thin ck joint 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 bo 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 ady 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 Maon?" Brandy said. She hadn''t had much experience with the mechanical Pok¨¦mon. They were a pretty rare and strange kind of Pok¨¦mon, even by Pok¨¦mon 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 rmended you. ze 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 ze 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 did. 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. 143 – Maid to Order 143 ¨C Maid to Order 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 w wouldn''t escape Weber''s blue and red eyes. That level of scrutiny made Brandy feel hot under the cor. Not that she had a cor 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 atch on the back. The kind with a single, sturdy hook that Morgan should have snapped off in the blink of an eye. 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 nce. 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 apliment as Brandy would get. She wouldn''tin 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 theces 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. Maon 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, erging 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, shing 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 ss, 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 flickering 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. Thepliments just wouldn''t stoping. "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''s 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 herpliment 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 pped her hands, and one of her sisters dropped out of the air to give her a few ck 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 ck 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 exin how Pok¨¦mon 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 shed and changed sides, blue bing red and red bing blue. A momentarypse 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 busyter? 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 shed and changed ces again as the rest of the threads snapped into ce. "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 ck outeryer of skirt made up for in thickness what itcked in length. Brandy was thankful for Weber deciding to give her a new shirt, a ck button-up with tight cuffs around puffy sleeves. Calcine couldn''t stop ying 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 highlyplimentary 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 lookrge 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 them." "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. 144 – Maid Four Each Other 144 ¨C Maid Four Each Other Getting everyone else into their outfits had been fun, but the mood had shifted since Brandy had done the spinny in her dress. The usual cheerful back-and-forth teasing had given way to thoughtful silence and intense stares. There was a hunger in the air, and a game had developed around it. There was no reason they couldn''t stare at Brandy''s legs. She was their Trainer after all, but it was way more fun to have them quickly snapping their heads back to stare pointedly at the wall when she caught them doing it. An unspoken rule hanging in the air that whoever admitted they were doing it first lost. It was a really stupid game, but the sheer silliness of it made the time fly by. Brandy was enjoying all the sly attention, ying it up a little with a few flicks of her hips to make everyone stumble over their words and lick their lips. Even Weber, who had tried to keep up her serious and professional facade, cracked a smile and rolled her eyes when Brandy did it to her. It was a lot of fun, but the energy in the room was getting intense, and once someone popped that bubble, Brandy would have to fight to keep her dress in one piece. She didn''t want that because Weber''s work was absolutely gorgeous. Morgan was thest to be fitted, not wanting to be confined by clothing more than she needed. Weber didn''t seem to have gotten the message because Morgan''s outfit was turning out to be by far thergest, with a massive skirt that swept out almost as wide as her wing span, bristling with frills underneath. Her shirt''s sleeves had been tricky with her wings, and Weber had eventually settled on ck sleeves that broke apart into feathered shapes. All ented with a lovely white waistcoat with arge cor that gave her a more burlesque look than Brandy. Like she should be dancing with a tray of drinks bnced on one hand and a crowd of simperingdies chasing after her. "It''s so hot," Morgan groaned. "I can''t use Gust without blowing it all about." She''d been using that trick a lot since Brandy suggested it to her, and after a bit of practice, it seemed like she was always doing it. Her control over wind with Gust was much finer than she''d shown when trying to scare the group off. Brandy was still trying to think of uses for it. It was more like Telekinesis than a Flying move, which did suit Morgan''s more tricksy fighting style. Maybe she could do some clever things with Sparky''s webs or pebble shards from Calcine? For now, encouraging more of it couldn''t hurt. "Why don''t you use it on the skirt, make it naturally puffy and swishy, then the cool air could flow up?" Brandy said, "Like puffing out your feathers." "Yeah, puff your feathers out, Morgan." Sparky grinned. "You need to cool off in that hot thing." Morgan worked on it, giving Sparky a re that the Bug just returned with a big fanged smile. Her outfit was theplete opposite of Morgan''srge fancy thing. She didn''t even have a dress, but a waistcoat was cut into two parts to give her a rather generous cleavage window, white frills around the seam of her sleeves to provide a little bit of maid ir. There was no skirt either, but a figure-hugging one-piece was worn under it that split apart into white strips to show her thighs like the outfit simply couldn''t contain her curves. ckces tied together with silver rings were in ce of tights, and Brandy had already found them fun to snap and make her squeal. Deep blue bows were tied over the outfit, eight tasselsing out of the knot, giving them a spider-like shape. It was such a mischievous take on the idea that it suited her perfectly. It was only a Maid Dress by the most generous interpretation and shamelessly showing off her thick curves. Brandy had been really appreciating it, and she wasn''t the only one. Calcine had the impossible task of wanting to stare at Sparky and Brandy simultaneously. If they''did her on her back, they could have fried an egg on her stomach for how worked up she was getting. "Got it!" Morgan said as her dress billowed out, giving her witch hat a tilt-up as she closed her eyes and basked in the cool breeze. "This was a good idea." "Brandy does have them," Calcine said as she tore her eyes from Sparky to stare at Brandy for a bit. Brandy stared back. Calcine''s outfit was the sort of thing a Maid would wear to battle. Her white stockings were practically painted on, showing off her firm leg muscle and hinting at her power. You could see them perfectly because her dress was open at the front, her white apron hanging down so low it touched her ankles. A maid dress crossed with a trench coat, her fiery cape affixed with gold buttons to give her a more regal look than the others. Her top was deliciously tight, showing off her new chest, and the puffy sleeves were needed to hide her new arms. She had a thick white belt to keep it all together, showing off what curve she had to her hips and giving her plenty of pockets to store things. It had more utility than the rest, which made sense as Calcine was often the more practical of the three. It was a serious maid dress, and the frilly headdress peeking out of Calcine''s scruffy ck hair was more like a crown than anything servile. She looked like she could kick your ass, then sweep up what was left. Which Brandy found a very appealing idea. "Like what you see?" Calcine said, putting a hand on her hip. It made her wobble. She was having trouble with the heels, the only one not to get ts, making her slightly taller than Brandy. She wasn''t used to that; looking up at Calcine was a strange experience. "You''re all so pretty," Brandy said, happy to state the obvious. "I better be. I''m wearing a whole parade float," Morgan said, swishing her wings back and forth as she twisted her body to look at herself. "Sparky, does my butt look good in this?" "Your butt is lost in a sea of fabric." Sparky said, "But you look ssy as hell. I''d put in the effort to find it." Morgan preened, the feathers on her wings puffing out, making her look like she could consume you in a hug. "We all look so good. We''re going to knock this barbecue dead." "I''m d you''re happy," Weber said, finally getting her chance to speak as the three had gone quiet to admire themselves. "I''m sorry though ... this is for a barbecue?" "Barbecue Maids." Sparky nodded vigorously. "Barbecue Maids ... I see," Weber said, sounding like she very much didn''t see at all. "It''s a long story," Brandy said. "But to cut it short, I get a Gym Badge if we can serve a Snake Barbecue. So we needed Maid Outfits." "Oh, that makes sense," Weber said, looking even more confused as her eyes darted over the group. "Won''t this distract you? I don''t mind bragging a little, but I''ve done an outstanding job here." She was fishing for apliment, and Brandy felt she''d more than earned it. Stepping up to the short robotdy, she gave them a hug. It was not really what she''d expected it to feel like; the outside of her was cool, but there was a warm core thrumming away in there, making her skin tingly to the touch. It was hard to tell if she was as hard as metal because Brandy''s nerves were dancing excitedly just from this little bit of contact. It got the attention of her two identical sisters, who hopped out of the machinery above and drifted down tond next to Brandy. They surrounded her and stepped in, picking at the seams of her dress and running hands over her thighs. "So soft." one murmured. "So well put together." The other said. "Hey!" Sparky called out, "She owes us a date, no jumping the queue." "They were simplymenting on my work," Weber said. "The material, the construction, and the stitching. Nothing more." "Incredible highlighting of the thighs." one said. Brandy was reasonably sure it was Sin? One was Sin, and one was Saturn. She''d not kept a good track of which. "The tight fit around the stomach entuates how firm her breasts are." "Okay," Sparky huffed. "Don''t think I won''t fight you three." Their eyes glowed mischievously as they each grabbed a handful of Brandy and turned her in the hug. When three cute robotdies wanted a handful, you just let them. Brandy gave Sparky an awkwardly apologetic look. "They did good work. I should reward them." Morgan shook her head and swirled a curl of wind to pry human flesh out of robot palms. They held on pretty firm, making Brandy squirm. "She will be exhausted if she has a threesome this early. Sparky, it''s time to steal her. We''re doing this date if it kills someone." Calcine sighed and stepped over, bodily pulling off Saturn. Or possibly Sin. It might even have been Weber. Brandy had lost track in all the groping. "I''ll take one for the team on this one," Calcine said, squeezing the robotdy under her arm until she let out an excited yelp. "Steel types just need a firm hand, and I got a very good one." The two remaining Maon sisters squared up to Calcine, hands reaching out to each other as a charge built between them. Calcine stopped that by grabbing over both their hands, squeezing them together as electricity crackled between her fingers. "Or two firm hands if they''re being exceptionally unruly." "My word." The one under Calcine''s gasped, struggling for a second before rxing and leaning into the hold. "Fuck she''s hot. There''s nothing we can do." "Is it okay?" Brandy said, suddenly worried about Calcine. "They seem a handful." "You''re a handful. These three will be a warm-up." Calcine grinned. "Get going before I change my mind." Sparky and Morgan practically dragged Brandy out of there, taking an arm each and marching her to the door. "We''ll catch up with you at Trinket''s!" Brandy yelled as Morgan waved a wing and closed the door behind them. "She''ll be fine," Morgan said. "We want you, and you can''t swish your way out of this." Brandy swished her dress anyway, making Morgan growl and her hands shake. "Stop that!" "Never, I have a Move now. Dress Swish. And you''re both weak to it." "She''s talking a big game, but we can just fuck her here if she keeps this up," Sparky grinned before looking back at the closed door. "You really think Calcine will be fine? Is it okay to stick your dick in a robot girl? What''s even in there?" "She''d break them first, whatever it is," Brandy said proudly. "Carkol Calcine''s dick is invincible." "I don''t think her dick is that good," Morgan said with much more thoughtfulness than the joke deserved. "You should try it." Sparky cackled. "She''ll change your mind." "If you''re going to talk about Calcine''s dick all night, this will be a poor date." Morgan huffed. "What is your n?" "And if it involves talking about Calcine''s dick, I don''t mind," Sparky said, dodging a p from Morgan''s wings. "We can share stories about it. I''m sure Morgan wants to hear them!" Two troublemakers on a date. This was going to be tough. She''d need to get back into regr clothes, and that alone would cause so manyints. But Brandy had a n for this date. Those had never gone wrong before. She was the best at ns. This date was going to go as smooth as butter. Side Story – A Little Spice is Always Nice (18+) Side Story ¨C A Little Spice is Always Nice (18+) "Paprika, I can tell when you''re not paying attention to me." lightly admonished the Pok¨¦mon, busy railing Paprika over her office table. It was hardly fair. Paprika had been really trying and only stared a little at Bonnie''s chest. She''d kept total focus when Bonnie had sunk her fingers into Paprika''s long blue hair and pressed her down over a table. Paprika had maybe had a few distracting thoughts when the short, pastel blue-haired Pok¨¦mon had pressed her will into Paprika''s mind, made Paprika get so wet her thighs glistened, and then puppeted Paprika''s body so her ass was raised for an easy mounting. A few words had been lost when Bonnie had crammed several inches of dick into Paprika in one sharp thrust, mming her over the table and sending half of Paprika''s paperwork sailing across the room. Maybe a sentence or two were skipped over as Bonnie yanked on Paprika''s hair and whispered a few honeyed words into Paprika''s ear that made her entire body loosen and ept all that Hattena dick. But she''d definitely been paying attention and knew exactly what Bonnie had been talking about. "I was paying attention!" Paprika squeaked as another thrust had her arm il out to grab her desk''s edge for support, a cup full of pens sent sailing out across the room. "How could I not? Arceus, you''re so fucking good at this. My attention is all yours." "Really," Bonnie said. The Hattena hilted herself fully, her stiff shaft so deep in Paprika it felt like it radiated golden warmth directly into her stomach, every inch of Paprika''s body singing out in praise. "So what was I talking about?" This was where Paprika showed she wasn''t just a horny researcher but one who''d go far! "How hot you are," Paprika purred, rolling her hips back along Bonnie''s dick, the rippling of it over Paprika''s folds making her crush her head into her desk. So fucking good. "And you''ve got two Evolutions to go, so you''re starting on such an incredibly sexy base. Good curves, an amazing dick, and soft, smooth skin. I''d talk about myself all day if I were that hot." With a frustrated sigh, Bonnie gave Paprika a few heavy thrusts that made her desk rattle. One leg snapped with a loud crunch, everything that hadn''t been knocked off her desk bouncing off Paprika''s naked body as it rolled away. "I''d think that was a shameless attempt to get out of trouble if you weren''t so unfailingly honest." Bonnie pped Paprika''s ass, making it jiggle as the researcher writhed about happily on the end of her cock. "You''re an excellent researcher, but I''m getting in trouble because you still haven''t done your Gr Starters." The gentle feeling of Hattena poking about in her head to make sure she was paying attention just added a thrill to the hard fucking she was getting. Paprika had been a tough researcher to handle until they''d assigned her to Bonnie, who specialized in handling Researchers who were a little too enthusiastic at the job. She could hammer a briefing into the mind at the peak of orgasm and make it impossible to get out of your head as you remembered the high. Paprika hadn''t missed a single deadline under Bonnie. She really was the best boss ever. "Sobble, Grookey and the Scorbunny. I remember." Paprika purred as Bonnie pounded her into her desk. Even the heavy log books had dropped off now. All that was left on it was sweat, scratches, and the lone Binding Ball she''d kept from when she was an aspiring Trainer. "You remember? Do you really?" Bonnie admonished, "I never even considered you hadn''t done your Starter Set when you came to my office. You''re not even officially a researcher until that''s done, so I''m going to make sure you don''t forget this time." Paprika felt her mind gripped in Bonnie''s psychic grasp while her hips pped against her ass. Bonnie had driven herself deliciously deep, and ripping an orgasm out of Paprika''s pleasure-soaked mind was trivial. Bonnie used that blissful high as a burning stamp, pressing it into Paprika''s mind so firmly that the pleasure of being fucked was firmly entwined with her orders to get her Starter Set done. Bonnie knew how to push Paprika''s buttons almost as well as Sarrisa, so she certainly wasn''t going to forget it quickly, the orgasm that tore through her leaving her limbs ck as she panted on her destroyed desk, rubbing her head against the hard wood to try to work out all the gooey, golden feelings sparkling in her mind. "Good Girl," Bonnie said with one final p to Paprika''s ass. "Take Sarrisa with you. Oh, and Paprika?" Paprika made a mumbly noise of recognition, the post-orgasm high causing her tongue to flop about uselessly out of her mouth. "Tidy up your desk. It''s a real mess." ---- Paprika was still hugging herself happily at the thought of Bonnie railing her brains out of her head when she got to Mimosa River. It wasn''t the biggest of rivers. With a good run-up, Paprika could have jumped over it. It was so small on the Pok¨¦dex map that it didn''t even feature unless you zoomed in a lot. Water Pok¨¦mon preferred bigger bodies of water, but there were local reports of a Sobble hiding out here who seemed distraught, so Paprika had picked them as the first to visit. As she stripped down, Sarissa was still in her Binding Ball, nestled amongst the pile of Paprika''s clothes. Paprika loved Sarissa to bits, but she had absolutely no control over when she turned up and never had. Her career as a Trainer had been fun but hadn''t exactly gone well. Capturing Sarissa had felt like a clever move, a Pok¨¦mon who could help her with the fighting while she focused on the fucking! She just hadn''t banked on how much Sarissa loved the fucking too. They were perfect for each other, but the life of a Researcher suited them so much better. Hunt down Pok¨¦mon with problems, let them fuck her silly, and make a few notes for Trainers who could maybe handle them long-term. Simple and so, so much fun. The Sobble had to be nearby because Paprika''s eyes were stinging, and she could hear a sad sniffling from somewhere along the river. It was a warm day, so Paprika thought a naked dip in cold river water wouldn''t be so bad. She was wrong, it was absolutely freezing, and she yelped as she nted one foot in, slipped, and dropped in entirely. She burst out of the water clutching herself, her nipples harder than Garchomp''s abs as they pressed into her arms. "COLD! F-fuck!" The sniffing of a cry broke out into a full wail, and the stinging in Paprika''s eyes intensified so sharply she couldn''t stop a few tears of her own. The shock of the cold had left her briefly numb, but it was so much worse after that had faded. It was like someone had dumped her into a bucket of ice cubes! "No, no, no!" came a panicked voice, though Paprika couldn''t see her. "Don''te in the water." "T-toote for that," Paprika said, her teeth chattered from the cold. "I''m in. Aaaa! It''s so fucking cold!" The water around Paprika suddenly began to froth, bubbles bursting against Paprika''s skin as she felt arms wrap around her and curves press against her back. But she couldn''t see anything, just her skin dimpling slightly as a warmth poured into her from an invisible hug. "That''s better," Paprika huffed. Her skin felt like it was burning from the sudden shift in temperature, but the warmth of her body was so much better than the icy cold. "Stay with me?" "S-sure," came the faltering voice. An invisible pair of hands squeezed at Paprika''s chest, yfully kneading it as the Sobble sniffled sadly. Paprika wanted to put on a brave face for the hidden Pok¨¦mon, but it was hard not to cry when the air stung to breathe. Her eyes itched as she felt warm tears drip onto her back. "Hey, don''t be sad. You got a prettydy in your arms now." Paprika said, pressing back against the invisible force. The water swirled around a body she couldn''t see but could feel. A nice squish to her breasts against her shoulder des and some lovely thick hips to grind her waist up again. "You''re really curvy. Why don''t you show me?" No answer, just some gentle pawing and sniffled sobs. Poor Sobble, unlike most Water types, their form of seduction usually came from women feeling so sorry for them that they couldn''t help but try to cheer them up. It would have worked on Paprika, even if she hadn''t been tasked to find them. Carefully running her hands over the Sobble''s slick skin, she traced out her invisible body until she thought she was holding her cheeks and pressed her fingertips in. It choked off the sniffling sobs as the Sobble took a surprised breath. "If you''re shy, that''s fine." Paprika said, "I''m a Researcher. You can do whatever you like to me. A shoulder to cry on, or anything else." "A-anything?" the Sobble said softly. "People don''t like being around me. I make them cry." Paprikaughed, letting the tears run down her cheeks. "I''ve had Pok¨¦mon make me cry, and I loved it. Crying isn''t so bad. Sometimes it alles out because you feel so good you can''t help it." "I''m not making you feel good, though," the Sobble sniffled. "Sorry." "Oh honey, that''s fine! Just means you''re a little behind. Why don''t you start? Just grab my hips and do whatever you want." Paprika liked to think she had some very grabbable hips. Pok¨¦mon did seem to go right for them every time, and the Sobble wasn''t resistant to their charm either. The heavy press of hands made Paprika squirm excitedly. A partner you couldn''t see was a weirdly exciting proposition, every touch came with no warning, and you often had no idea what it even was. Was the stroke along the back of her leg a knee or the Sobble''s cock? It was impossible to know, making it all the more exciting. "If I bend you over, you''ll drown." the Sobble said. "I can hold my breath for ten minutes," Paprika said proudly. "Oh, you have a Water inheritance?" the Snobble said with a wet sniff. The poor thing was still crying, but she seemed to have ns beyond moping now. Paprika grinned. "No, just an awful lot of practice holding my breath." Watching the ends of her hair move like they were floating was surreal, but the Sobble got a firm hold of her locks and gently guided her head down. "I could always use more practice," Paprika said, leaning to kiss the Sobble''s chest. She missed it because what she kissed was far harder than a boob, but the Sobble didn''t seem to mind and dragged her down. The Sobble was warm up close, but it didn''t stop the water from being cold entirely, and having the icy chill flow back up her legs made Paprika nearly gasp away the lungful of air she''d taken as she was pressed down into the water. The river was beautifully clear, with an invisible partner; this just meant she got a nice view of the riverbed as something hard rubbed insistently over her lips. She hadn''te all this way just to tease. She happily opened her mouth and let the Sobble stretch out her jaw. She didn''t need to see a dick to suck it, her tongue tracing out a rather pleasingly thick length that was puffing out her cheeks. She was so lost in the delight of exploring the Sobble''s cock with her tongue that she didn''t even realize the pressure to part her legs wasn''t just the flowing river water. The Sobble buried two thick fingers inside her, and the feeling of them stretching her out was so delightful she didn''t even mind the cold seeping into her legs. The warmth those fingers spread was making her legs weak anyway. She had to consciously fight off a moan. It''d be embarrassing to be the firstdy to drown trying to give a blowjob. Instead, she focused on sucking the Sobble off, licking and swirling her tongue over the tip of her cock, lips firmly mped to keep the water at bay. Her jaw ached, and her head started swimming from theck of air. Still, she kept going, wanting desperately to brighten up this miserable Pok¨¦mon''s day. The Sobble stroked Paprika''s hair, making it all worth it. Getting treated like a good girl always made Paprika''s insides go gooey, especially if she was being fucked at the time. The delight was brought to sharp focus when she felt the tip of Sobble''s cock push against the back of her throat. She powered on through the urge to choke, it was a struggle, but she managed to get the Sobble''s whole cock down her throat, and the tight feeling of flesh against her face was a delight. Though it was a strange cock, it felt like it gained and lost length, like the flowing of water as Sobble sawed back and fore. She couldn''t see her partner, but she could feel the pulse of her cock and the bouncing of her legs. She was undoubtedly enjoying herself, repeatedly drumming one hand on Paprika''s head. Sadly she couldn''t make the Sobblee before she had toe up for air, tapping out on Sobble''s leg and taking a big gasping breath of fresh air when she rose from the water. Her hair had soaked down, water dripping off her chest and onto her invisible partner. Not even the water drops showed what she looked like, fading away when they touched her skin. "You sure you don''t want to show yourself?" Paprika said as she felt hands grab her ass. Her eyes were stinging again from Sobble''s sobs, but the fingers pressed in her made the cryinge out in excited fits and spurts. Sobble was doing the ssic Water trick of water jets from the fingertips, literally finger sting Paprika as she writhed on the Sobble''s fingers. "Or keep doing that, fuck! You''re good at this!" "I am?" the faltering voice said, "You''re not just saying that?" Paprika answered with a moan. The pressure wash of her insides was so intense her wobbly legs gave out, and she fell onto her invisible partner. Letting her take the weight with a firm grasp of Paprika''s bubble butt. "Good," Paprika mumbled. "Well, um... I should check." the Sobble said, and Paprika felt those invisible hands grip her and lift. The water around her swirled to support her, the frothing bubbles a sensual massage on her skin as she was lifted up out of the water and felt the line of an invisible cock stroke along her stomach. It was impossible to tell how big the Sobble really was despite Paprika''s efforts. It just seemed to shrink and grow as it pleased, but there was always one way to find out for sure. "So, um, are you okay with your territory?" Paprika said, trying to fit some questions in before losing herself to fucking. "Trainerse through often?" "They don''t want anything to do with me." the Sobble said as she made Paprika float about in the air. She was lining herself up, maybe? Or enjoying kissing Paprika''s stomach? It was impossible to tell, and the mystery of it was a thrill in itself. "No one wants to cry all the time, and when I fuck them, they say I''m too much." "Well, they''re missing out," Paprika said. "Because you''re a natural at fucking. I''ll put a note in for a skilled partner for you. That might get you some more visits." "Really?" the first hint of actual hope in the Sobble''s voice. "I can do better. Watch!" From the sounds of it, the Sobble hadn''t fucked for a while, and all that pent-up energy was getting poured out onto Paprika. She had a good grip on the researcher as she thrust the tip of her cock up. Paprika rose out of the water like she was leaping for a fish. She couldn''t find the Sobble''s shoulders to hold, so she had to hang up there, and her own body weight pushed her down onto that wonderfully thick cock. It made her toes curl as it stretched her out, gliding through her insides as it was eased along by the frothing, massaging bubbles. "Incredibly skilled, wow. You''re amazing." "And you look ridiculous." Oh, well, this is embarrassing. On the shore of theke, by her pile of clothes, a woman leaned on a thick-ded sword that''d been mmed into the ground. The long blue ribbon on the end of the sword wrapped around her naked body, though not in any way that made her modest. She had a fighter''s build, well-muscled and tall, with a chest as firm as the rest of her body. Her skin was a beautiful dark tan, and her eyes a pure shining white so brilliant it outshone the rest of her body. The sunlight did odd things to her shadows, shining through her like she wasn''t quite there, which Paprika knew well was more or less urate. "Don''t need to look good when I''m getting fucked this well, Sarissa," Paprika called out. "You want toe join?" Paprika''s only Pok¨¦mon gave a shrug. "She''s more of a Ghost than I am. I''ll fuck you senseless once she''s done, just making sure you don''t drown yourself trying to make her squeal." She''d say possessive jealousy dripped on every word if she didn''t know Sarissa better. But Sarissa didn''t mind sharing Paprika and always made sure to show she''d learned how to fuck Paprika better than anyone afterward. Such dedication! "Who''s that?" the Sobble said, not that it stopped her from stirring her cock inside Paprika. She had no idea how much she had left to take of it, but it already felt like it''d sunk deep enough she wasn''t getting off without help. An impressive spear that struck deep inside and clung on every inch of her. "My first Pok¨¦mon," Paprika said, "Back when I wanted to be a trainer." "She was useless at it," Sarissa said as she walked over the water, the sword trailing behind her from the blue scarf and sticking in the river''s stones, just the handle poking out. "I tried to help her, but I''ve always enjoyed giving more than taking. Researching works a lot better." Sarissa ducked down to look at the seemingly floating Paprika. Her features always drifted up close, shifting into the shape of many different women. All of them were quite pretty, something that Paprika simply adored about Sarissa. She could look beautiful in a hundred different ways, but Paprika always knew it was her. Her confidence and love shone through. Sarissa hated when she said that, but it was true. "Usually, I''d give tips," Sarissa said, "But she''s getting that zed, fucked out of her mind look. You''re doing great." "Um... uh... thank you?" The Sobble said. "Just being honest. Damn, okay, maybe I''ll try it." Sarissa''s blue scarf wrapped around Paprika''s wrist, and she felt her mind flex as another presence joined her. Sarissa''s body walked into her until they were both oveid, Paprika''s skin gaining a tan and her eyes brightening. "Fuck!" she said in Sarissa''s confident tones as the Ghost used her tongue. "It''s freezing in here. You''ll catch a cold!" "I won''t. The Sobble is super warm." Paprika answered, snatching control of her mouth back. She was so used to being possessed that it didn''t even feel weird anymore. Sarissa often took control of her body to fight her way out of a situation, though doing it while being fucked was a bit rarer. "Mmmf, well, even if the water is cold, the dick is perfect," Sarissa mumbled. "Can you go harder?" "Harder?" The Sobble said nervously. "Yeah, absolutely pound my slutty Partner''s brains out. She''s too polite to ask for it hard, but I feel her body wants it so badly. " The Sobble gripped and lifted, then drove Paprika''s body down and down. Paprika and Sarissa both moaned from the intense burst of pleasure from getting drilled out so thoroughly. She was so fucking deep, and yet her bubbles had just let her glide through Paprika like it was nothing. Absolute bliss. "Big," Paprika burbled, "but I think I got it all. Wow, I''ll put Size Queens down too." "Oh, that''s only halfway." the Sobble said, "You want it all?" "Half?" Paprika briefly panicked. That had to be a joke, right? Sobble''s weren''t huge things. There was no way she had a cock nearly as long as she was tall! "Would it all fit?" "Let''s find out," Sarissa said, taking control of Paprika''s tongue. "Here, I''ll hold your shoulders. You want to fuck her until she passes out?" "Y-yeah," the Sobble said. Paprika could hear the blush in her voice, she tried to grab the tongue back, but the trembling press of the Sobble inside her made her mind spin so badly she fumbled it. "Want to fuck her until all she can think about is how good you are? Until she''s so full of you, she''s more Sobble than human? " "Yeah!" the Sobble said, "Let''s fuck her up! And uh, you too?" "Oh yeah," Sarissa growled with Paprika''s voice, "You''re going to fuck me senseless." What followed was a relentless session of deep and hard fucking from two partners Paprika couldn''t even see. Her body was used like a rag to get the Sobble off, and Sarissa encouraged her to keep going, no matter how much Paprika lost it. Her moans became frantic, her limbs losing control to Sarissa as her brain was rattled about in her skull and soaked deep in pleasure. The Sobble was just so fucking deep it felt unreal, Paprika''s insides were pressed out, and she was ravaged so thoroughly she was worried she might actually test the limits of how much a human can take. They were suited for every Pok¨¦mon in theory, but it took a brave person actually to test that and Paprika was really feeling stuffed beyond what should even be possible. It was glorious. Every orgasm Sobble rung out of Paprika seemed to excite her until she wasn''t even crying anymore, and her voice was confident. "She''s so good at taking it," the Sobble said proudly as she bounced Paprika on the end of her cock. "And so tight. I could fuck her for hours." "Oh, she''s not busy," Sarissaughed, making Paprika squeeze her breasts. "You reduce her to mush in here, and I''ll remind her of the detailster." The water swirled as a glow took shape, a bright light filling out a woman''s body with thick curves and an even thicker tail wet with Paprika''s juices. "Wait, that was all your tail?" Paprika said through the pleasure haze. "Oh, of course, that exins its size. Wait, this means you haven''t even fucked me properly yet!" "Oh, should I do that?" "YES!" Sarissa and Paprika yelled as one. No wonder Trainers all got scared of her. She''d been identally tricking people into thinking she was a Sobble with a dick several feet long! She''d have to put that in the report. It was possible this wasn''t a singr urrence of this rather pleasurable but embarrassing mistake. Getting Sobble''s a bit more understanding and love would be nice. "I feel really fucking good," the Sobble said and stretched out, the white light surrounding her body. Paprika squealed as the tail within her thickened, its tip curling inside her and making her heart flutter. As the white light faded, Paprika finally got a good look at her partner. Light blue skin, big wide eyes, and a colorful mop of hair draping down one side of her face made her look incredibly rxed. Not a tear in sight. "You evolved!" Paprika gasped. "Mhm." the Sobble, no, the Drizzile said with the thinnest of grins. "Don''t feel so bad about myself. Thanks for cheering me up." "New dick!" Sarissa cackled. "Fuck her with it. We missed out. You got other holes for that tail." Sobble hugged Paprika to her and blew some bubbles along her stomach, the soothing fuzz blowing away some of her aches. "I guess I''m not afraid of what you''ll think. Let''s try fucking with tail and dick. See if I''m good at that?" The Drizzile was very, very good at that. --- "You not got any chicken soup?" Sarissa said, "Or is Paprika the only one here who isn''t allowed a cock in her mouth?" Bonnie and Sarissa did not get along. The Hattena liked people to be quiet and, if possible, bouncing on the end of her dick. Like the woman in the suit she had pressed under her desk, slobbering herself along Hattena''s cock. "I''m fine, really," Paprika said groggily, hugging all the nkets Sarissa had made her wrap herself up in until she a walking shambling mound of warmth. "It''s just a little cold." "You nearly got hypothermia in that river," Bonnie said, though she couldn''t sound mad when she was busy fucking the businesswoman''s throat so roughly she was going to choke out on it. "If not for your Wild Evolution, it''d have been an embarrassing report. Well done on that." "Thank you." Paprika sniffed groggily. "Worth getting the cold." "You''d agree she did well?" Bonnie said, looking down at the woman on the end of her dick. She had a tidy clipped ck haircut and some gorgeous purple lipstick on. Not only did she look incredibly tidy, but she was gorgeous to boot, with a chest that made her work shirt''s buttons scream in pain to hold it together. Paprika would have felt blessed to have a woman that pretty between her legs. "Paprika," the businesswoman said, "While Bonnie has put you forward for a promotion, you have not passed your trial phase, and we cannot in good practice all-" "Can I fuck her?" Sarissa cut in. "She talks too much." Bonnie turned the businesswoman back to her and filled her mouth with dick again. "She came to tell me to let you go; I''m convincing her that you are a valued team member." "Thanks, boss," Paprika put a thumbs up and gave a groggy sniffle. "Love you too." "It''s not because you''re a good fuck," though Paprika didn''t have to be a mind reader to know Bonnie enjoyed fucking her. It probably factored in a little. "You have an incredible work ethic and a talent for the job. You just need better management." She dragged the woman off her cock and looked down at the woman with spit trailing down her mouth, Deep ck eyes with a white cat slit gave her a terrifyingly dominating stare. "Pauline, can she have an extension?" "Mmm?" the woman, Pauline, said, her mind still reeling. "I suppose I cane back another time to deliver this. If she''s making progress, I can make a third trip." "Shameless hussy," Sarissa snorted. "Throw her to me when you''re done, Bonnie. I''ll show her for disrespecting Paprika." "''s fine," Paprika said, leaning on Sarissa for support. Forgetting only the sword was actually tangible and falling right through her,nding in a heap of nkets. "Rest up, Paprika," Bonnie sighed, "You need to make progress on this, and I can''t fuck Pauline every time shees to talk about you." Pauline made a little purr with her throat, suggesting Bonnie absolutely could do that, but Paprika didn''t want to make Bonnie''s life hard. She''d have to get her shit together. Well, she could think about this after a nap. Bonnie was incredibly mad with herter when she finally woke up still in Bonnie''s office, Sarissa cackling manically at the Hattena''s frustration at the sound of her snoring. --- "We don''t have to go anywhere!" Paprika said as shey draped over the Grookey''s shoulder. "We do!" the Grookey said, pping Paprika''s butt with the long switch of wood she carried. Paprika gave a little gasp, making the Grookeyugh hard as they picked up the speed. The Pok¨¦mon''s lithe, athletic build hadn''t stopped her from picking up Paprika like she was made of feathers and taking off at a run along the treetops, leaping nimbly from branch to branch using her stick to nimbly tuck any branches out of Paprika''s way so she didn''t get hurt. Paprika actually felt quite safe. The Grookey''s long brown tail was looped around Paprika''s waist to keep her still, which was nice, but her bunches of green hair were blowing in Paprika''s face with every jump through the forest, and she was getting hairs so far up her nose that she was worried they wouldn''te back out. It was such a wild ride, Paprika felt like she was being stolen. Wait, she was being stolen! "We can do this anywhere!" Paprika squeaked as branches whipped past her head, a few swatting along her rear. "At least tell me where we''re going!" "Secret!" the Grookey said as she focused on her jumping. Paprika debated calling Sarissa out to give her a p and make her talk, but this was odd Pok¨¦mon behavior, and that was catnip for a Researcher. She had to see how this yed out. She wasn''t expecting a treehouse, or maybe a tree mansion was a better word for it! Built over three different trees, the log sides had been sshed with white and green paint to give it a wild, sttered look. The Grookey who''d grabbed her slid a stick out from her hair and rapped it over the side with a loud tter. A massive round of cheering came from inside as they jumped up to slip through an entrance higher than the treehouse''s ground floor. "I got one, best one yet!" the Grookey said, pacing along the wooden roof rafters and bobbing Paprika on her shoulder. Paprika couldn''t help but giggle; her enthusiasm was infectious. The room below was aplete mess, pizza boxes strewn across a table, grease everywhere with drink bottles stepped up beside it and beanbag chairs thrown into heaps. A whole lot of people were looking up at them, five Grookey almost identical to the one who''d stolen her, each with a different gal happily hugged up in theirp. "Almost missed out, Cabasa!" one of them yelled. "We''d almost finished the pizza and was gonna get started on the pizza girl." Oh! That wasn''t just a table. That was a woman bent over a table, her orange and white Cinder Ace Pizza uniform all bunched up, and greasy hand prints all over her body. Paprika giggled again as she threw a pizza box at the one who''d yelled. "Been giving me only tips for an hour now. You better!" The Grookey holding Paprika, Cabasa, it turned out, hopped off the rafters andnded on a bean bag. Paprika''s short, surprised scream cut off as they dropped her into a beanbag with a loud flump and felt hands tug at the edges of her clothes to get them off. She writhed happily to help them out. They hadn''t even done anything that sexy to her, and she was already buzzing with adrenaline! "Pizza Babe," one of the other Grookey said, "You''re our audience tonight. You get the prime seat. Once we''re done, we''ll fuck you until the walls rattle. Promise." "Pizza Babe? My name is on my nametag!" "Yeah, well, we probably won''t find that. Marimba got a bit excited about getting your kit off. Who doesn''t love a sexy pizza babe? You''re fucking banging." There were a few cheers to this, and Paprika rolled on her beanbag to get a look at the situation. They''d made a throne for the Pizza Babe out of the pizza boxes and a pile of beanbag chairs, and she sat atop it, blushing at thepliments. It was some very odd activity for Pok¨¦mon, but that''s what Research was for. To find out what really made them tick. Also, everyone was naked now, so it wasn''t that unusual. A Grookey took the center of a rough circle they''d all formed, with a girl dangling off her arms. "You all know Raquel. She''s been with us since the start, but for the new faces. This babe has been our biggest fan. We fucking love her." Another round of cheers, and Raquel took a bow. She had brown hair pulled back into a sensible ponytail and the solid look of ady used to doing real work, the kind of rough charm you''d expect to find propping up a bar when the sun went down. "I get them all toe help me move crates when Distro gets busy, but I do love all this," she said, giving Paprika a wink. "They''re a good bunch of girls. The lovely Timpani here is their leader. She''s got a tongue that hits every spot just right." Timpani didn''t waste any time either, picking up Raquel and holding her close. Their breasts pressed together as their tongues tussled, a heady moan rumbling in her throat. Timpani''s fingers pressed into her skin as they kissed, and her squeezes actually made Raquel''s moans sound melodic, a warbling sound that had everyone shuffling excitedly. Pizza Girl on her throne, craning forward to watch the show. "Now, this hot piece of ass is all tuned up," Timpani said, "So let''s not fuck about, speed run." They took turns hopping into the center, exining who they were and who they''d brought. Cabasa had stripped Paprika down and put her in herp, the hard length of her cock rubbing along Paprika''s thigh as she yed with Paprika''s body, kneading her chest andying some kisses on her neck. It really was a fun show. "Marimba, I''m the hot fingers of the group," she said, holding up a curvy woman wearing an apron and nothing else. She had her hand stuffed down it and was clearly fingering the woman to a blissful orgasm already, her moansing out in hot little pitter-patters as Marimba touched her up. "I got us a lonely housewife who wanted a good night out. So we''re going to show her one!" A cheer and the next jumped in, "Tom-Tom! I pound," she growled and pped the woman rubbing her muscles up against Tom-Tom''s body. She was a real sexy beast, a tall Amazon who looked like she could fold Paprika up seven times with no effort at all and a bob of spiky ck hair that waspletely unkempt. "I thump, I drive, and I make ''em scream. Maize here said she wants a real workout, and I take that as a challenge." Tom-Tom didn''t waste a second after that, pushing the Amazon forward to fall on her arms and just mounting her with an excited growl. The drive of her cock got a long intake of breath and then a beautiful cracking cry of relief as the sensation flooded through Maize. The next just worked around Tom-Tom, already fucking away, putting her prize atop the Amazon''s bent-over ass and then squeezing into ady blushing so bright she was red. "Urumi," she said, her voice silkier than the others. It made Paprika''s spine shiver against Cabasa''s chest and her fingers tight on Paprika to hold her still. "I can bring ady right to the edge and then spin her there until her breaths so quick it''s just a ha-ha-ha-ha" she said,boring her breaths like a background beat. The girl she had in her grip was young and looked thoroughly out of her depth. "This sweet little beauty here is called Strawberry. Her little red face is because she''s a brand new Trainer who wanted to capture me, and I''ve promised we''ll give her some tryouts, won''t we,dies?" The cheering got absolutely wild as Cabasa picked Paprika up and lead her into the center, her cock had slid between Paprika''s legs, and she mped her thighs down on it, faltering Cabasa''s step a little as her thighs made a go of milking it. "Cabasa," she said firmly, looking over the crowd. "I''m the new girl of the group, still working out my talent." "Cabasa''s had a bad runtely." the leader Timpani said to the crowd. "Everydy she brings in doesn''t have the stamina. But we''ll find you your spot yet, babe. Who you got in your arms?" "Paprika, she''s a Researcher," Cabasa said, and Paprika could feel the pride puff her chest up against Paprika''s back. There were a few ooh''s from the other Grookey, and one even pped. "Now that is a real catch! She might make it through the entire show." Urumi purred, looking Paprika over. Paprika twirled one curl of her blue hair at her. She was damn well going to try. "Pizza Babe, get ready to have your mind blown!" Paprika yelped along with all the other women who weren''t already face down on the wooden nks of the treehouse. Their partners were fixing that, dropping them all into the center so they were barely a hand''s breadth from each other. The Amazon was already moaning her brains out, and Raquel just looked excited to start. All the rest were in wide eye-shock at where this was going. Sometimes Paprika forgot other humans weren''t quite as ready to get their brains railed out as she was. "Deep breaths," Paprika said, "You''ll need them, and if it''s too much tap out, I got a friend who''ll stop them if they don''t catch on." Where was Sarissa''s binding ball, anyway? The ce was such a mess, and Cabasa had thrown her clothes around pretty haphazardly. Well, the Ghost would show up when Paprika needed her. She was so incredibly protective she''d never let Paprika get away without one watchful eye on her. So romantic. Tom-Tom was just pounding the Amazon, her spiky ck hair waving to flick at the faces of the rest of the ring of humans. It''d be unfair just how pretty she was. She looked like she wrestled Machamp''s between charming the pants off Gardevoirs. Paprika would have fucked her in a heartbeat. Tom-Tom was just pile-driving her with thrusts, her ass pping as it met Tom-Tom''s hips over and over. Then the cute trainer, Strawberry began to mewl as Urumi stroked her ass, her fingers flexed up into her and doing something clearly masterful with her cock as she coaxed a wail out of Strawberry''s throat that wavered back and fore until it found a rhythm with Tom-Tom''s pounding. "Wait," Pizza Babe said upon her beanbag throne. "This is a concert?" "Fuck yeah!" Timpaniughed as she grabbed Raquel''s legs and dangled her in the air before sinking her mouth onto Raquel''s pussy. Raquel''s head bobbed just above them all as she writhed, and her breath caught in her throat over and over, a hot breath panting that blended in with Tom-Tom''s ass-pounding beat. "And don''t forget to keep an eye out for who the star of the show is, Pizza Girl," Marimba said, pping the head of her cock against the lonely housewife''s ass and stroking it along the groove. She pushed it back needily as Marimba''s fingers worked her pussy, a wet trail of excitement already glistening on her thigh as Marimba slowly teased her asshole with the tip of her cock, using it to intensify her wails until she was the lead vocal of the fuck session. This high-pitched cry wavered in and out of the rest of the more steady beats. Paprika was the only one without something stuffed in her, and she ached for it as Cabasa''s hands roamed her body. She was so gentle, one of her fingers coaxing a nipple into stiffness while the other pressed firmly against her clit, still warming Paprika up while the others already got going. "You can just fuck me," Paprika groaned, rubbing her head against the ground to get some of the tension in her body out. "I can take it." "My girls are always too soft. They pass out." Cabasa said, "I never get to add to this properly." "I''m a Researcher, sweetheart," Paprika grinned. "There''s nothing you can do to me I can''t handle." Cabasa''s eyes lit up. She mmed her stick down by Paprika''s head. "Bite." "I can handle it." Paprikaughed. "Bite," she said more firmly, squeezing Paprika''s ass with a hand until the nails dug in painfully. Woof. Paprika wasn''t about to deny a Pok¨¦mon that worked up. She bit the stick, all smoothed out andcquered. It was made of a softer flexible wood, her teeth sinking into it. It was amusing how Cabasa thought she could do something to Paprika that she wouldn''t be able to ha- Lights exploded behind Paprika''s eyes, and her vision wavered as she felt a full body thrust surge through her. Cabasa had gone deep with a single stroke that forced its way past all the resistance Paprika''s pussy could put up. Paprika''s whole body clenched in response, her spine arching, her hips twitching. Cabasa''s cock felt so good, and Paprika couldn''t help but make the most obscene sound around the stick she''d sunk her teeth into as her nerves caught up with the brutal thrust and fired off madly. She''d been fucked hard before, but there was usually a little lead-up. Her brain felt like it''de apart, her whole body split open and crackling with a wild ecstasy. Paprika tried to get out a gasp for breath, but all that escaped her lips were more moans as the next thrust rocked her forward again, this one just as hard, her body scraping along the floor. Cabasa pulled out the whole way before sinking her cock back in deep with slow strokes that made Paprika''s toes curl in delight. No wonder the other women passed out. They weren''t weak. Cabasa had just fucked them so hard their brains had rattled out of their skulls. Cabasa''s chest was heaving, her mouth open wide in a dopey grin as she looked down at Paprika. "Fuck, you feel good." "Sounds good too!" Timpaniughed as she came up for air, licking Raquel''s juices from her lips as the human bubbled happily in herp. Timpani had sat so she could feast on Raquel''s pussy, legs thrown over her shoulders and head in herp rubbing against Timpani''s cock. "Can you make her hit some high notes? We could use some real screaming, get this tune really kicking." Cabasa was clearly eager to prove herself, and her next thrust had Paprika slide right into the Amazon''s head, who wrapped her moaning mouth around Paprika and kissed her relentlessly around Paprika''s high-pitched moan. A wet sloppy sound mixed in with Paprika''s throat-aching yells, the Grookey all gave their girls a p on the ass in approval. "Come on, don''t go easy on her," Timpaniughed. Easy?! This wasn''t even close to easy. She felt like she was going to pop like a Drifloon. "You can actually take it?" Cabasa said, voice trembling with excitement. "I can fuck you properly!" This wasn''t properly? Where was Sarissa? Paprika had made a mistake! The sounds of the surrounding women got more intense as a wet, sticky pumping noise was added to the already noisy fucking. She''d forgotten about all the tails, and holes were getting filled all around her. Stuffed in mouths to muffle the sounds or any other spare hole to make even more noise. Paprika had it the worst, or possibly best? Cabasa picked her up and turned her, the corkscrewing over her cock, making Paprika''s insides flutter madly and an orgasm roll around in her head as she weakly grasped for Cabasa''s shoulders. Cabasa had a firm grip on her ass, and her fingers sank in deep as she stretched Paprika apart and just took her with her tail as forcefully as she was with her cock. Paprika''s head rocked back and forth with the thrusts. She felt it was going toe off. Cabasa held her steady by sinking her teeth into Paprika''s shoulder, biting down on her skin as firmly as the length of wood in Paprika''s mouth. She was very thankful for it now, because if it wasn''t there, she''d have probably chewed her tongue right off. The pressure of tail and cock meeting inside her so fucking deep it was like they wrapped around each other, and it had Paprika''s body spasming madly as Cabasa tried to fuck her in time with the others. The intensity of it all was getting too much for her. Her brain was boiling with pleasure, and it felt like she was losing control of her body. Not in the gentle way of Sarissa sharing her body either. This was a mind-melting fucking building with the lewd music they were making to a crescendo that she wasn''t sure she could take without passing out. Even for her, this was too much. She came as the screaming around her reached a fever pitch, and her orgasm hit her so hard that her voice broke into a wordless cry of relief, spitting out the wooden stick in her mouth. Her whole body clenched, her muscles trembling and then snapping to make her squeeze into Cabasa''s body. "Encore!" Timpaniughed. "Fuck that was great. Let''s do it again." Paprika looked into Cabasa''s eyes and just saw love and fiery hunger. She''d found a woman who could handle her, and she was going to enjoy herself. Or at least she was until cold steel pressed to her throat and tipped her head back. "My turn," said Pizza Girl. She had Sarissa''s sword in her hand, the blue ribbon wrapped around her arms, and her eyes glowing. "That was incredible, but I''m not waiting for a second round. You''re all going to treat me right." She fixed her eyes on Paprika and winked. "And take turns fucking my beautiful Trainer here." A few women were already pretty much ruined, soaked with sweat and moaning softly from a post-orgasmic haze. The new Trainer Strawberry was still awake, but barely, the red flush on her cheeks only brighter. The only pair who hadn''t stopped a second was Tom-Tom and the Amazon, hammering away like nothing had changed. The shimmering form of Sarissa was oveid on Pizza Babe, and her white eyes glowed a little brighter when she pulled Cabasa out of Paprika. "Nice cock," Sarissa grinned. "You know why they all passed out?" "Weak." Cabasa said. "Nah, it''s because you''re the best one here, and it''s not even close." Sarissa grinned with Pizza Babe''s lips. "Well, second best to me. Come on, when I''m in a girl, she can''t pass out. Fuck her, and I''ll tell you how she melts her mind into a puddle." And Paprika could catch her breath, hugging some of the other exhausted women, thankfully. "And the rest of you can fuck Paprika. I''d hate for her to be left out. I''ve never had her make noises like you did, Cabasa. I want to see what I''m doing wrong." Pizza Babe growled. "Be really thorough with her." Aw, how cute. Sarissa wanted to learn how to be better. As multiple pairs of hands grabbed her and pulled her over, Paprika felt so grateful she had such a sweet Pok¨¦mon watching her back. Her thanks were silenced as two tails plumbed her mouth, and even more, went for her other holes. Oh well, she''d thank herter! --- Bonnie turned the page of Paprika''s report, tongue-clicking. "And then you had four Grookey fuck Paprika for an hour?" "Oh no, I had all six. I think she forgot some bits of it." Sarissa said with Paprika''s mouth. Paprika was happy to let her do it. She was enjoying the icepack on her crotch too much to really interrupt. Sarissa''s ghostly fingers stroked her cheek fondly. "They let me ride their bodies until Paprika cried and insisted I was the best." "She''s the best." Paprika nodded, briefly taking back her body. "The beeeest." The Hattena gripped the bridge of her nose. "While a musical band of Grookey is certainly an interesting find, you''re not meant to get my Researcher fucked to death, Sarissa." "She''s still living, isn''t she?" Paprika weakly gave a thumbs up. Her arms were so sore the waving limb nearly tipped her out of the chair. "And all the other women?" "We got them to the Pok¨¦-center." Sarissa said, stealing back Paprika''s tongue. "Well, except for that tall buff one, I think she''s still going at it. Real monster her, you''d get along." "I do not fuck women until they need a full-body cast." Bonnie huffed and then flicked her fringe back. "Well, unless they don''t fill the forms in correctly. But they only need to learn that lesson once. It says Strawberry bonded with some of them? Details, please." "The whole band." "A brand new Trainer bonded with six Grookey?" "Yeah, she will probably learn a lesson about biting off more than she can chew. But they were excited to go on tour. They''re going to be a hit." "I''ll put in a warning with head office to get a track on her. Thest thing we want is someone going to the center with severe dehydration. What happened to the pizza girl?" "She got a really big tip." Sarissa grinned, using Paprika''s mouth. Bonnie flicked the report shut and pushed it aside. "You''re going to fill the report out betterter. One more to go, though, a Scorbunny. I have one for you ready, but you''ll have to be a little delicate. They have a situation." "Oooh, spicy, who is it?" Sarissa grinned. "I''m not telling you because they want to exin the situation in person. This is a confidential visit. Absolutely no posting about it on the Dex. No pictures. No videos. Understood?" "Can I have a rest?" Paprika said, "I''m a little sore." Bonnie approached her desk and put a hand to Paprika''s chin, tipping her head up. Her ck eyes were barely visible under her mop of blue hair, but Paprika was still taken by them. She was absolutely gorgeous, and she was only in her first evolution stage. If she ever evolved, Paprika might never get work done again. Pink energy flowed out of Bonnie''s fingers and sunk into Paprika''s skin. It blew away all her aches and pains in one great rush, like drinking ice-cold water on a boiling hot day. Refreshing to the point she almost came with happiness. "You''re the best boss," Paprika mumbled, pushing the ice pack off her crotch. "Doesn''t deserve you." "Well, that''s absolutely true," Bonnie said as she patted Paprika''s cheek. "Get this done quickly so I don''t have to keep fucking Pauline under the table." "Oh, I wondered where she was," Sarissa cackled. "C''mon, Paprika, I want to see the big secret." --- "Reread the address?" Sarissa said though Paprika didn''t know why. They shared the same eyes. It wasn''t like it could look any different. "I''m telling you, this is the ce." "This is a fucking mansion." Sarissa said, "I can see three pools from here. Who the hell is this Scorbunny?" "Someone really rich. Wow, I see a fourth pool." Sarissa shifted ufortably in Paprika''s head. Did she not like pools? It''d never reallye up before. "Well, money isn''t everything. Being hot and treating yourdy right is." Sarissa said as her blue ribbon looped off Paprika''s hand and around the de handle. "I''m going to watch on your back. Just carry me a bit?" Paprika had a scabbard on a sash for Sarissa if she wanted to be out of the ball she used, and she fiddled about getting her stowed away before ringing the mansion bell. The ornate gates swung open automatically, and after a little bit of awkwardness Paprika shuffled through. The ce was so ostentatiously wealthy, with marble statues of Pok¨¦mon set into fountains, immactewns, and a forest of colorful orange and white flowers. Paprika wasn''t even sure she was rich enough to look at it. The mansion itself was even worse. Huge white columns supported the porch, every window a beautiful stained ss that glittered in the sunlight. The entrance was a massive double door made of deep red wood with gold ring handles to pull it open. A maid effortlessly pushed it open and slipped through the crack in the door to greet Paprika. Cute as hell, ck hair tied into ringlets and big circr sses. She had a flush on her cheeks like she''d run a mile before getting here. "Oh, thank goodness you''re here." she said, "Paprika the Researcher, right?" "Yeah," Paprika said, squeaking as she was picked up like she was made of nothing but hot air and carried inside under the maid''s arm, practically running through some back corridors in the house. "Um.. hi?" "We need you immediately! We''re running out of women. They''ve started on the staff!" "That''s bad. I think. Sorry, I wasn''t told much." "No no, it''s fine. We were having an emergency meeting when you rang the bell. You''re ourst hope." "Last?" "Yes, she''s already worked through the medical staff!" The maid threw open a door and revealed a scene that''d be seared into Paprika''s brain for eternity. An absolutely gorgeous wood-paneled room with a fully-stocked bar lit by purple lights set into the side, a huge jacuzzi, and enough sofas to host a small army. Though right now, they were instead littered with passed-out women. A lot of passed-out women. A lot, a lot. Clothes ripped, cum absolutely everywhere, and all of them with that happy, smiling, dozy look of the absolutely fucked senseless. The maid holding Paprika straightened up professionally, putting Paprika down on her feet. "Mistress, I''ve brought you Paprika as you aaaaaa!" There was an orange blur, and she went from standing to bent over the bar top in the blink of an eye. "Mistress!" "Call me Bunny Honey," said the woman, bending her over. Gorgeous tanned skin with big orange eyes and artfully messy white hair, two long white bunny ears peeking out of them with warm orange tips. A big toothy smile that had made a million women''s hearts melt and panties drop, Paprika couldn''t believe she was seeing. It was like she''d opened the door to Arceus herself. "Holy shit, you''re Bunny Luv!" "Oh! Paprika, right?" Bunny said as she put one hand on the maid''s shoulder, the other holding up her dress while she thrust her hips. She waspletely naked, her gorgeous tanned skin glistening with sweat, and she''d moved so fast Paprika hadn''t even seen her stick her dick in. "So big! Fuck me, ah, I can feel it touching my heart," the maid mewled on the countertop. "It''s so much, it''s so muuuuch." "Woah," Paprika was still star-struck to worry about the maid. This was the actual Bunny Luv! She was going to help Bunny Luv! "I thought all the dirty talk in porn was fake." "It can be." Bunnyughed, holding the maid''s shoulder tight as she fucked her so quickly the bar table rattled. She didn''t stand a chance, her mumbles about size and prowess bing a mushy garble in her mouth as she got her mindpletely rocked. It was a loud fucking, the bar table was banging with every thrust, and the maid was popping out of her dress, thanks to all the friction. She had some incredible curves, which Bunny yed with casually as she looked at Paprika. "Seen me in a few films, have you?" "Are you kidding! I''m a huge fan. Luv in Wondend was great. Oh, and Bunny Bitches 1, 2, and 3." "There''s a 4thing, but it''s in editing," Bunny said as she lifted the maid by the throat to better m herself into the mewling woman. It was like watching an artist at work, just how casually she absolutely broke a woman''s mind. Paprika was thrilled to meet a huge star, but to find out she lived up to the talk? This was the best day ever. "Shame you didn''te a few weeks earlier. I could have snuck you into the set." "Really? Oh, that would have ruled." Paprika pumped her fist. "I''ve got the whole set. It''s so good you absolutely dominated the camera in those. What about Hot Thumping?" Bunnyughed and tipped a ss of what looked like champagne onto the maid, some of it pooling down into the woman''s gasping mouth. Bunny leaned in to lick the rest off, one leg on a stool giving her the height to fuck downwards and make the maid shake like she wasing apart. "My best work, if I say so myself, you really are a fan. No sequel to it yet. It was really exhausting to do." "No kidding, that was like thirty women. Didn''t you set a record with that?" Paprika said, fanning herself. Sex this intense up close was exciting, but she''d never expected it. She wanted to dive in so badly. "Fuck this woman''s tight," Bunny growled, pping the maid''s thigh. She didn''t even react, drooling champagne on the bar top. "Almost set the record. Amity Chewtoy beat us while we tried to get the record reviewed. Deep Ocean Bite. I have a cob set up with her to battle it out and see if I can''t get that crown off her." "Fuck me, that''d be so good," Paprika squealed. This was like a dreame true. Bunny Luv! In the fur! She looked around at the room strewn with women, some in fancy clothes and some in torn-up maid outfits or simple work aprons. "Though, haven''t you already broken her record here? There must be, like, easily a hundred." "Didn''t n this. But that does bring me nicely to the problem. One moment" Bunny leaned to stroke the throat of the gasping maid, who nuzzled at the hand needily. "Primrose, you okay? That was a lot." "Mistress~" Primose burbled, sucking on her fingers. "I''ll see about getting you a raiseter. You rest now." Bunny said and pulled out carefully so she could sit Primrose the Maid down on a barstool. Paprika gasped. She''d seen Bunny Luv naked a lot, and she knew about porn inches, the idea that the camera made a Pok¨¦mon look bigger to show off. It was amon fact. Bunny Luv did not have porn inches. If anything, the camera was dramatically underselling it. Her cock was absolutely massive, it didn''t even look the right size for her body, and it was still aching hard. "Wow, big." Paprika gulped. "How though? It''s not your cock." Bunny Luv snorted augh as she approached Paprika, one hand under her chin to tip her head up. Her hand was burning hot. That warmth seeped through Paprika and got her wet so fast it was unnatural. If you''d say one touch from Bunny Luv would have her dripping, Paprika would have believed it, but it was actually true! "You can feel it for yourself if you want to check that." She was going to get to touch Bunny Luv''s dick. Aaaaaa. She was going to be fucked by Bunny Luv! Did she have a pen somewhere? Maybe she could get signed afterward? Bunny seemed incredibly amused at Paprika''s sparkling eyes and moved her hand for her, settling it around a cock that was warm, hard, and all too real. Paprika rolled it in her hands, making Bunny kick the ground repeatedly in a rapid thump. "We were using Fire Stones on thetest shoot. We thought powering me up to be a Cinderace for a scene would be a real eye pop of a moment." Paprika''s eyes widened. Evolution Stones could be used to get a quick burst of an uing Evolution. It was pricy but not so much plenty of people didn''t do it, especiallypetitive Trainers. But to do it to jump two evolutions? That sounded like a lot of power packed into one person. There could be side effects! Really bad ones. Like.... "That''s your Cinderace dick," Paprika said, looking down at the pussy ying member Bunny was packing and gulping down a lump in her throat. It didn''t suit her body at all, but the sight of it still made Paprika''s knees tremble. That thing could easily destroy a woman and, judging by this ce, had been doing so for hours. Without going down even a little. "Oh, you are very quick up the uptake." Bunny purred as Paprika stroked her cock. Her hands didn''t even go around it! This was obscene. "I can see why Bonnie rmended you. It''s not gone away, and the urges thate with it are considerable. I''ve been relentless, can''t even think beyond the next hole to stuff." "Not getting worn out?" Paprika gulped. "It might fix itself if you could just handle it. Once a Pok¨¦mon is fully sated, the boost up from the stones tends to revert. I''m not a nurse, but I''ve had a little training on how this works." "I''m one of the best porn stars in the business, honey. It takes a lot to wear me out. I returned to my usual cute size," which Paprika still thought was crazy tall. A fully grown-up Cinderace Bunny Luv, the thought of that really had Paprika hot under the cor. "Everywhere but here." She flexed her cock, and it lept in Paprika''s hands. The warmth of it was making her hands sweat. It was such a beastly thing attached to one of the great knockouts. Bunny Luv had better curves than most of the usually slim and sporty Scorbunnys and yet still had that core fitness to her that let her fuck women for hours if she wanted. A star for a reason. Throw in a dick that''d make even a Dragon blush, and well, Paprika could see the problem. "So I''m here to wear you out." "Bonnie said you''d have a way. I trust her. She''s an old friend." Okay, now Paprika wanted to know that story even more. "So uh, you''re just going to fuck meehehehehe-" Paprika was pushed back as Bunny slid her cock up Paprika''s stomach and between her breasts. The whole thing was just so much. Sure, humans had inherited the ability to take a lot of dick, but this one pressed down on her chest like it was made of steel. She''d be more Bunny dick than Paprika! "You can handle it? A real fucking." Paprika kissed the fat head poking up out of her chest, squeezing her breasts together with her arms. It was an answer that had Bunny Luv moaning, making Paprika feel like a goddess. She''d made Bunny Luv moan. She was living a dream right now. "Fuck yes, I can," Paprika tried to say confidently, and she was spun around and pressed down onto a cushioned couch in the blink of an eye. The smiling Scorbunny climbed atop her, licking along the side of Paprika''s boobs as she tried to angle that ungainly, empowered dick she was wielding. The rub of it along her thighs and the insatiable hunger of Bunny had Paprika all a tingle, and she started rolling her shoulders to try to throw off the sword on her back. Sarissa would jump in if she were in trouble. The Honedge always turned up when she was getting fucked really well to help her and gently remind her how much she loved them. Usually, by gently fucking her brains out. The fire was in Bunny''s red eyes now, that warm me Fire Types had where they just wanted to fuck until someone broke under them. Paprika''s insides went gooey at the thought of the Bunny Luv doing it to her, and she didn''t have to wait a second longer. Bunny Luv grabbed a handful of Paprika''s blue hair and mmed her hips forward, and Paprika was split. Carved in two so thoroughly, her thoughts were perfectly divided into ''Oh Arceus, yes!'' and ''OH ARCEUS TOO MUCH'' Paprika gasped and expected a wave of pain but the warmth of it all, the through fullness andplete stretching of her insides? It felt so good, so warm and hard. It didn''t hurt one bit, just an overwhelming burst of pure pleasure that she felt in every part of her as Bunny''s cock made her its sleeve. All Paprika could do was w her fingers into the back of the couch and let herself be wholly owned. It was worth giving herself up. Bunny Luv had a way of fucking like she was doing it for an audience. Firmly ordering Paprika about with sharpmands. Bend over more. Take it harder. Moan for me, beautiful. Paprika followed eachmand withplete obedience. Her Bunny mistress could have whatever she wanted. Every thrust from the massive dick sliding inside of her made her feel like it was getting closer to the core of her, ready to pound into her very being and smash her apart with an orgasm that''d never end. Paprika had been fucked good many, many times, but there was just something about Bunny Luv''s dick and her talent wrapped together, the way it stretched her out so thoroughly. It was beyond anything she''d ever experienced. Paprika gave herself over to an endless barrage of orgasms, to being thundered into the couch so hard they dug grooves across the room. She took it all and delighted in it. She drifted in a warm, happy haze when something cut through her thoughts and snapped her back to reality. "Oh, now this," Bunny purred, her voice a little darker. "This is a dick I can use." Bunny''s arm was wrapped up in the blue ribbon from the sword on the couch, and her red eyes zed with excitement. "Sarissa! Oh, I thought you would help me get through this?" "Paprika, you think I''d pass up a dick like this?" Bunny growled, "Tall and gorgeous, you don''t mind sharing, do you?" "I can think!" Bunny''s normal voice said, "Ah, it''s so good to think. I was so thirsty for ages there. All I wanted was to nt my dick in a warm hole." "Oh, we can still do that." Sarissa purred with Bunny''s voice, digging the Scorbunny''s fingers into Paprika''s sides. "You''ve been fucking her so well, but I know every inch of this cunt. I can show you how to really fuck her, to enjoy every inch of my woman." "I''m just happy for the reprieve." Bunny smiled. "And I was fucking her just fine. But if you want a go, I could kick back." "Just fine," Sarissa hissed with Bunny''s mouth. She stirred her hips, and that massive length rolled inside Paprika, making her squeal, "Paprika doesn''t deserve just fine. She gets perfection. Observe." Bunny''s body rolled, and Paprika was smoothed along that gorgeous tanned skin, sweat mingling together as Sarissa dug Bunny''s fingers in and pulled Paprika up to straddle the hilt of her dick, bouncing her on that giant cock. The extra height, the weight of herself thrusting down, made it go even deeper, hit parts of her she didn''t even know she had. "You see what I can do," Sarissa said, bending Paprika''s body so she could growl into her ear, "You''re going to break on this dick." "It''s my dick!" Bunny objected, stealing her body back, ears bobbing. "And I''m going to fuck her better!" Paprika really should stop this. It seemed they were gettingpetitive. Or. "Bunny was doing really well Sarissa. Maybe you''re not the best this time?" Sarissa turned Bunny''s head and gave Paprika a look of pure fury. She''d never seen so much fire behind a Scorbunny''s eyes. "Paprika. I am going to fuck some sense into that head of yours. I am the best for you." Bunny''s body shifted again, one arm moving around her back and holding Paprika firmly in ce. All that athletic Scorbunny muscle used to pump her up and down that immense cock. Paprika was just being masturbated with, Bunny bouncing her on that fat dick as Paprika struggled to hold on. Or was it Sarissa? It was hard to tell who was in control. They were fighting over her and fucking her at the same time. With the same body. This was the best day ever. "I''m going to make here until her eyes go white," one of them growled as they bounced her so vigorously she almost fell right off. "Hah, I''m going to fuck her so good she dreams about me every night." another said as they swung her towards the Jacuzzi. Not even a graceful entrance to it. She was just thrown in, pounced on, and fucked even harder. "It''ll be nightmares because she''s not dreaming about me!" These two were already such a close-knit pair, and Paprika was a mess of broken, mindless pleasure. The warmth inside her had built so much and burned so deep she felt she was being forged in the swirling heat. Endless orgasms broke over her, and Paprika was helpless to do anything but ride the waves, trusting in her partners not to let her drown or choke to death on anything. The strength of two Pok¨¦mon fighting to prove themselves all poured into a dick deep inside her that was already battering her apart, she was a toy for them, and it felt fucking amazing. It went on and on, just endless sweat, insults, and a hammering pace that touched on every part of Paprika, ked every itch she had and then some. She''d never been fucked so thoroughly, and then they''d just kept going, showing her new heights. "I''m getting close," Sarissa growled, Bunny''s voice husky and dark with the same desire that had consumed her earlier. Or maybe that was just Bunny now? They''d been going so long that the two sounded the same, hungry to break her and soaked in pleasure. "Perfect. Fill this beautiful sexpot up. Pump everyst drop into her until she''s overflowing. Fucking breed her." Okay, that was almost definitely Sarrisa. She got breeding crazy sometimes. Bunny grunted, and her grip tightened. Paprika felt that terrifyinglyrge cock she''d gotten to know every inch of twitching and jerking inside her. A rumbling before the storm. The heat was intense. Sweat pooled off her as Paprika gasped. The very air in her lungs had grown hot from the intensity of it. "Fucking finally, I owe you both so much," Bunny growled, her back arching. Paprika braced herself for the end of all things, ready for the world to be washed away in an endless ocean of bliss. Bunny''s cock swelled, the base of it pressed into her as Bunny hilted herself fully, Sarissa using her hands to dig into Paprika''s waist and hold on. Bunny Luv''s red eyes were zing with a fiery light that burned with a possessive heat, the two of them as one for just a single moment. Then Bunny began to glow, her body burning bright. Was she evolving? Now? A nut so powerful it could do that? Cum got absolutely *everywhere* --- "You know Bunny Luv!" Paprika yelled in usal as a hairbrush wrapped in blue ribbon floated in the air and went through her hair. They were still getting cum out of it. Sarissa had promised to clean her up, and she wasn''t done with her promise yet. "Of course. What do you think I did before I came here?" Bonnie said. "Honestly, I thought you''d always been here. What did you do?" "Trained Porn Stars." "Wait... for real?" Paprika narrowed her eyes. It didn''t really sound like Bonnie. She was more the kind of person who wanted to bring order to the universe, starting with the biggest messes. Wait, did that mean she thought Researchers were the biggest messes? Bonnie smirked at Paprika''s stare. "She''s not going to tell." Sarissa sighed, which on a hairbrush looked absolutely ridiculous. "She loves her secrets." "They do amuse me." Bonnie said, "And it amuses me you evolved Bunny Luv, too. She''s going to have a lot of trouble being a Raboot, you know? Her whole image gone." "At least her cock fits her now." Paprika said, "Though she gave me her number if I wanted toe back and help her try to get that Cinderace dick." The hairbrush got a snag in her hair and made Paprika yelp. How unlucky! Sarissa really should be more careful. "Quite," Bonnie said. "Well, I have some good news and some bad news for you. The Good is that you''re now officially a researcher. Well done on finishing your training before someone I couldn''t fuck into aa came to fire you." Yes! Paprika punched the air and hugged the hairbrush, pulling in the ribbon to embrace Sarissa''s sword self too. "We did it! We did it!" Bonnie got from behind her desk, dusted herself off, and then strode past Paprika to the door. There was a click of a lock, and then she returned, taking the brush and sword out of Paprika''s hand. "The bad news..." A blue ribbon looped around her arm, and her ck eyes got a steely edge, her lips quirking up into an uncharacteristic smile. "You fucked two Pok¨¦mon into evolution, and we both really feel we''ve missed out on this trick. So we''re going to do some testing." Her eyes softened again, though not by much, as Bonnie regained control. Undoing her shirt and tossing it aside to expose those delicious pale curves. "Think of it as a final review. Don''t worry. You''ve got the whole weekend to get this right." Paprika gulped. "Do I get a rest?" "Paprika, sweetheart," Sarissaughed in Bonnie''s voice. "We can both make you fuck all night. Unless you tell us to stop, and I know you, body and soul partner. You won''t. You''re going to take it until we Evolve or you break." "You''re both the best," Paprika smiled. "But, um, heal me first? I really am sore." "I''ll think about it," Bonnie said, licking her lips. "I can think of other ways to soothe those aches." Paprika learned so much about Hattena and Honedges that weekend that she even got amendation from the review board. The review board being Bonnie. Who administered themendation orally. Paprika really did have the best job in the whole of Gr. She couldn''t wait to get back to work. 145 – Something to Chew On 145 ¨C Something to Chew On "The dress is so gorgeous," the mousey woman said as she paced around Brandy. She had underarm wings resembling a ck cloak with a yellow inner lining, and her cute mouse ears bounced in time to her steps. Her human Partner was picking over Sparky and Morgan''s outfits, and Brandy could hear a lot of enthusiastic cooing. "Seriously, it''s beautiful. You look so good. Are you busy right now?" She looked so earnestly hopeful it broke Brandy''s heart to turn her down. "I have a date with these two," Brandy said, waving her hands to Morgan and Sparky. "Sorry, maybe some other time." "I can wait for another time." The mouse Pok¨¦mon grinned and, with a p of her cloak, glided over the short distance to her Partner and ruffled her neat, ck hair. "Stealing you!" "We can''t take one home with us? Look at the yellow-haired one. You''d make a great team," the woman huffed. "I could write about it. We''re short an article." Sparky blew a kiss to the woman who seemed to be some kind of journalist. Or maybe a reviewer? "We''re having a barbecue at Nexus tomorrow. You could maybe cover that?" Morgan said, brushing her cheek with one of her wings and leaning in. "I''d be there. Have you ever met a Murkrow before?" Her reply was a strangled gasp as Sparky took an arm and hugged it. "Yeah, and I bet you''ve never met a Joltik like me. I''d give you so much to write about." "You would, huh?" The woman raised an eyebrow as her Pok¨¦mon tried to extract her from the maid sandwich. "A barbecue for Nexus, we might have to crash that." "You can''t invite everyone we meet to it!" Brandy said, grabbing Morgan and Sparky''s arms and pulling them to her. "And we can''t stop for every person we meet. It''ll be dark before we get to the date." "I can absolutely invite everyone to it." Morgan grinned. "It''ll be the most sessful barbecue ever held. Spitfire will be in the record books." "We''ll be there!" The Mouse Pok¨¦mon, an Emolga for sure, said as she tucked her Partner under one arm. "Stealing!" She took off with a jump, her Partner squeaking as the Emolga took them with her. "She is going to fuck her so hard she won''t be able to walk tomorrow," Sparky said as she watched them take off. "These dresses are the best." "We''re spreading the love." Morgan nodded. "Matchmakers extraordinaries." They high-fived, and Brandy groaned. Sparky and Morgan got along really well, but only because they were both schemers. It was fun to watch, but it made doing anything a slow process because they couldn''t resist stopping to make trouble any chance they got. She needed to bait them harder. "Shame we might not make it to my date spot. You were finally going to get me out of this dress." "We should make a move," Sparky said, tucking herself under Brandy''s arm. "Hey, why are you waiting? Aren''t wete?" "Yeah, Brandy, stop stalling," Morgan said, ducking back when Brandy went to tip her hat down and then blowing out her voluminous skirt, twirling in the air with augh. "Nice try! You always go for the hat." She''d be mad, but fuck, they were hot in these dresses. The attention they were getting was entirely deserved. Brandy wouldn''t have been able to resist trying her chances if she had seen them. Tempting them by getting her naked wasn''t exactly a subtle tactic, but with these two, subtlety was wasted. They''d happily bite into the obvious as long as it seemed fun. "I got us a table at the Silver Steelix. It''s a nice order by dex bar. Private rooms,fy sofas, thick walls." Brandy said, "But if you enjoy pounding the streets instead of me, I can call to tell them we''ll bete." "Morgan, fly us," Sparky said, "There''s no time to spare." "Not a chance in this skirt! We''re walking." Brandyughed as she backed away from the two, staring hungrily at her, and turned to head down a side street between two buildings. Unfortunately, it wasn''t the right way to go, as it just ended in a forest of steam pipes and cogs. A few women were lying aboutzily on the cooler parts of the machinery, and their ears pricked up as they saw Brandy. A purple-haired Pok¨¦mon flicked up a pair of cute-looking cat ears and flicked a sharp purple-furred tail behind her. "Girls," she purred as she arched her back in a long stretch. Brandy couldn''t help but stare at the ass. It wasn''t like she was wearing clothes. "Dinner''s here." Another head lifted up to look. This one was a sleek red and ck-furred mottled catgirl with a bit more muscle who blew out a small jet of me that made the air haze. "Dibs." "You can''t dibs a hottie just because you''re hot." a third catgirl huffed, a shaggy-haired-looking disaster who dropped down onto the fire-breather. She looked cuddly, in a frazzled kind of way. Her big yellow eyes and sharp teethed smile were shockingly intense as she locked onto Brandy. "Tell her, darling, you want to fuck a girl with something to hold on to." "She can hold on to my tail while I rail her." Red and ck growled. "I''m generous like that." This was unfair. Coming across a gaggle of hot catgirls when she had other ns? But no, she would get her time with Sparky and Morgan no matter the sacrifice. Even if the temptation to pick up a few scratches first was so, so tempting. "Actually, I''m busy!" Brandy said, backing away slowly, her skirt swishing back and forth from the heat spilling off the fire-breathing catgirl. "Just go back to resting." They all looked at each other. "Whoever gets her first gets dibs," the purple-haired one said and pounced from a standing start. Sparky''s webbing hooked onto the side of Brandy''s maid dress and yanked her away to be fielded by Morgan. "We should run," Morgan said as an excited tumble of women spilled out of the side street. Yowling as they fought each other to be the one to get to chase Brandy. "Since you don''t want to fly." "Flying is good now!" Brandy said, grabbing onto Morgan. "They''ll tear this dress to shreds!" The shaggy-haired one came out on top of the fight but got a web to the face as they went to pounce and missed, bouncing past in a tumbling ball. "Don''t fly. Fly." Morganughed as she swept a wing to blow a fire whip from the fire-breather aside, "So demanding, but I''ll see you to safety." "Up! Up and away," Sparky said as she hopped onto Morgan''s back. " Morgan kicked off, and with a burst of air, they flew up away from the catgirl mob; the wind tugging at their skirts. They soared over the street, the noise of the fight below fading into the distance as Morgan skimmed over the rooftops. "This is fucking cool!" Sparky cackled as she held on tight, partly grabbing Brandy''s maid dress to keep her secure as she dangled off Morgan''s front. Morgan''s air was there to catch her if she fell, cushioning her, but what her mind knew wasn''t the same as what instinct felt. It was a terrifying but exhrating ride through the smog of Motostoke. The stinging of their eyes couldn''t dull the pure thrill of flight. "You think that was cool? Hang on!" Morgan said, kicking up speed. "This will be so much cooler." There''d been a lot of twirling today, and Morgan seemed determined to win for the most impressive. She dove and twirled as the streets rose to meet them, her skirt billowing out as Sparky and Brandy hung off her and screamed in pure panic. Then she just nimbly pulled her dive up at thest moment andnded with a light click of her shoes on the cobbled streets while Brandy held onto her side and gasped for air to dislodge her heart from her throat. "Again!" Sparky gleefully giggled. "Do it with a loop de loop this time!" "No!" Brandy groaned, "Absolutely not." "You didn''t like it?" Morgan said, "Sorry, did I fuck up?" Brandy gave Morgan a kiss on the cheek. "It was insane. Fun, but I need to sit down and have a drink." Morgan shrugged towards the bar. The Silver Steelix sign, still swinging in the wind from hernding. "We can do drinks and a sit-down. Though you mentioned a game?" Brandy had noticed Morgan''spetitiveness, and it wouldn''t hurt to give them a chance to think about how to y it while she caught her breath. "We''ll buy you a jug of lemonade and finger sandwiches." Sparky said, "Spoil you a little. I want to know the rules too!" "Deal," Brandy said. "Rules are simple. You can ask me to do anything." "Ooh," Sparky said. "But I''ll do what you ask to the other person. If it isn''t mean. The winner is whoever entertains the other one the best." "Ooooh," Sparky echoed. "So I have to guess what Morgan likes, and she has to guess what I like?" "Oh, I''m going to crush you, Sparky," Morgan grinned. "You''re very easy to understand." "You don''t know that, new girl!" Morgan pped Brandy''s thighs. "Shit." Sparky looked at Brandy. "How does she know? Can she read minds?" What a mystery. Brandy was going to ponder it over her lemonade and sandwiches. 146 – All According to Murkrow* 146 ¨C All ording to Murkrow* "These dresses are a nightmare," Brandy said as she rxed on the leather couch. "I swear everyone in the bar was watching us." "Oh, they were," Morgan smiled as she offered Brandy the straw from her ss of lemonade. Brandy nipped at it and took a long drink, enjoying the cool feeling of it in her throat even more than the sweetness. "Were the eyes a problem? I thought you enjoyed being desired?" Brandy blushed and tucked her head under Morgan''s hat to nudge at her head. The teasing nature of it was obvious, but it was also a good question. Brandy enjoyed Pok¨¦mon looking at her with a bit of hunger, so why did she feel so jittery when the numbers got bigger? She wasn''t a socially anxious person. Brandy found talking to people rather easy, even if she inevitably talked their ears off about Pok¨¦mon. "It''s a lot." she settled on. "I don''t think I''d be able to handle that much attention." "You don''t have to!" Sparky offered her a bite of a sandwich. Something with cucumber in it, not her favorite, but Brandy bit into it any way. It was actually pretty good. The spread they''d put with it gave the cucumber some much-needed kick to go with the crunch. "Sometimes you can just enjoy something and not have to reciprocate." Brandy sunk into her dress a little, back sliding down the sofa. "Aw, she disagrees but doesn''t want to argue." Morgan took the straw and blew down it, a puff of air washing over Brandy''s face. "Since I can start the game, tell Sparky why you hate being spoiled." "I said you could ask me to do anything, but it can''t be mean." "So don''t be mean." Morgan tapped Brandy''s nose with the straw, sucking on the end like she was trying to drink it. It was so stupid Brandy couldn''t help but snort. "Come on, I think telling Sparky why you always want to give as good as you get shouldn''t be embarrassing. You''re allowed to disagree with me." "I can guess," Sparky said, "If it''s easier?" That felt like putting Sparky on the spot. She jumped in to help Brandy, which was as sweet of her as ever, but she couldn''t always let Sparky take the hits. Even if it supported Morgan''s argument a little, not letting Sparky take the heat for her. "I want Pok¨¦mon to be happy. See them smile? Get what they want." Brandy pulled at Sparky''s fur to bring her closer. "Which is hard to bnce, but I''m doing my best." It was rare to make her Pok¨¦mon squirm. Brandy knew they found her hot, but their lust for her was something they rarely ever got shy about. Sparky couldn''t look her in the eyes, trembling with excitement against her hand as Brandy ran her palm across the top of Sparky''s chest. "It''s simple, but that''s really it. I just want everyone toe away happy. It''s hard to do when there''s a lot of you." Brandy looked back at Morgan, who had a very thoughtful look on her face. Studying Brandy like she was some unusual Shiny type and not her Partner. "You think we don''t enjoy making you smile? We want to spoil you sometimes," Morgan leaned in, letting Brandy get a look down her cleavage. "I don''t mind sharing this time, but someday, I''m going to steal you away, press you down against something hard, and rip orgasms out of you until you''re a husk." "Morgan!" Sparky gasped. Morgan looked at her, confused, only to find a big bug grin as Sparky cozied up to Brandy''s side and put her head on Brandy''s shoulder. "She needs details. Brandy, listen to all the details." Brandy''s attention could not have been more focused. She was hanging off Morgan''s every word, though her eyes were stuck in that feathery cleavage. The glossy ck feathers just made it all the more enticing. It looked so soft. Maybe Sparky would ask her to get her face in there? Perhaps she could radiate her need out to the Joltik. Morgan put a finger under Brandy''s chin and lifted her gaze into those big, red eyes. The radiating n failed because Morgan''s aura was so much stronger. "I know you''re good at riding Pok¨¦mon, but that''s not what I''m going to do to you," she said with a husk that made Brandy''s spine tingle. "You''re going to eat dirt while I fuck you until you can''t walk. I''m going to use you, Brandy. Every inch of that beautiful body, mine to y with." Brandy tried to reply, but it came out as a strangled squeak. Her body burned with the idea from tip to toe. "This is awesome," Sparky said as she nibbled at Brandy''s earlobe. "You''re so fucking good at this." Morgan tipped her hat to Sparky. "I try, but as fun as it would be to get her to just answer questions all night. I think we both want something." "Thighs, thighs, thighs, thighs." Sparky pped. She even leaned in to p at Brandy''s hands until she helped her p, nuzzling the side of her head as their palms pped with electric jolts that made Brandy''s fingers tingle. "Not thighs." "AHEM." "I said what both of us want," Morgan said, a finger raised. "You have to learn about me too. She set this up so we could both bond." "I knew you''d both enjoy it!" Brandy cut in quickly. "The bonding was a bonus." "Sure it was. You are very good at packing a lot into some simple gestures." Morgan said. "Should have seen her with Mercury." Sparky nodded. "Packed so much in. Was impressive." The Mercury rematch had been simmering away in the background for a while. Brandy didn''t really have a good response to it beyond getting stronger, which moments like this helped. She didn''t want to think of it that way. This was just something her Partner wanted and needed. If it also made them all stronger, then that was just good Training. "She can do a little with a lot. So you can touch Sparky. With one finger." Morgan said, waving her own finger at Brandy. "She can rub against you, but you only push back with that finger until I say otherwise." Sparky looked longingly at Brandy''s thighs, but she leaned her head in, presenting her chin. Instead of going under it as offered, Brandy reached out and hooked her finger into Sparky''s mouth and pulled her by the cheek into a kiss. She couldn''t kiss back by Morgan''s rules, but the press of Sparky against her lips was good enough. The weight of her body atop Brandy''s, Morgan''s hand rested against the small of Sparky''s back, pressing her down. The points of her fangs teased along Brandy''s lips, threatening to turn the kiss into an orgasmic Bug Bite. Good, really good. Brandy barely knew what to do with the finger. She settled for stroking it between Sparky''s cleavage, the warmth surrounding it as the flesh pressed in. Then down her trim stomach and over the top of her cock. Teasing the hard muscle with that tiny bit of contact, making Sparky shiver with anticipation. "Fuck me," Sparky growled. But Morgan clicked her fingers and tutted. "The rules are you can make her do things to me, not you. No cheating now." Right, she had set that up so they''d work together. It was so easy to forget. "Ask Morgan to make you fuck me." Morgan clucked her tongue again but tipped her head to Brandy. Bowing to the rules. "Morgan, make me fuck her," Brandy said. "She needs it. I need it." "No," Morgan smiled, taking a sandwich and having a bite so that she could appear like even more of a smug asshole right now as they both stared daggers at her. "Ask her to beg me." Oh, the little feathery sneak! Brandy wasn''t going to allow her to twist the rules. "No mean requests, remember!" "And I know Sparky, making her beg is not mean." Morgan gave them a side-on re with her bright red eyes as she took another bite of the sandwich and tipped it to Sparky. "Look at her and tell me she doesn''t want to." Sparky''s expression was hard to read at first, her lips drawn in a tight line, but Brandy could tell the wheels were turning in her mind. She could feel the throbbing hardness against her stomach as Sparky got excited at the thought of it. Morgan had a point. Sparky would beg if she thought it''d bring a smile to someone''s face. Her deep desire to please others matched Brandy''s own. Of course, Sparky''s desire to be ordered about wasn''t something Brandy shared since she was a Trainer and in charge. This was just a game she''d thought up. Clearly different. Like. Clearly. "Sparky," Brandy said, sliding her finger to the underside of Sparky''s cock and dragging it along the bottom. The keening whine that coaxed out of Sparky''s throat made her feel so darn powerful. "Beg Morgan to let me crush you with my thighs." "Morgan, please," Sparky said, voice pained as she pawed at Brandy. Not good enough. They both could do better. Brandy knew that. "Beg harder," Brandy growled, leaning in to kiss Sparky''s neck. "Make her want to say yes." "You can have my control." Sparky said, "You can order us both about. Just let her at me. I can''t wait any longer." Her voice buzzed as her rows of blue eyes stretched wide, pleading with Morgan as cutely as she dared. "I get to order both of you about?" Morgan grinned. "Noining?" "None!" Sparky groaned. Her cock was so hot against Brandy''s finger that she could have put Calcine to shame. The poor Bug would pass out fromck of blood to the brain if she didn''t get some release soon. "Whatever you say, I''ll do it." "Perfect," Morgan pped. "Then let''s really get this game going. Brandy, since Sparky is such a good girl, enjoy her for a moment. However you want." Sparky''s sigh of relief blew over Brandy''s lips as Brandy got a firm hold of Sparky''s hips and pushed her back. But Brandy wasn''t looking at Sparky right now. She saw Morgan''s sly grin. The evil glint in her eye. Like she''d just pulled off some terrible coup and was ready to reap the rewards. Well. At least they were both having fun doing it. Brandy couldn''t ask for more than that. 147 – Bird Has the Last Word (18+) 147 ¨C Bird Has the Last Word (18+) Brandy was used to bringing smiles to her Partner''s faces, but usually, it was due to an artful bit of teasing or showing a bit of skin. Maybe a burst of confidence or just some enthusiastic touching and promises. Morgan''s smile was the biggest she''d ever seen on the feathered menace, and it was all her own dark work. She''d twisted Brandy''s game rules into a way to get control over both her and Sparky. Brandy''s heart was pounding, but whatever Morgan''s n was, she''d have to wait to find out, Morgan had gifted her a moment with Sparky, and she nned to use it to the fullest. She reached out to Sparky, grabbed a handful of the soft fur on her chest, and pulled the little Bug into a deep kiss. Much as Sparky hated spicy food, kissing her bug was still a heated affair. The fizzling crackle of static on the tongue made the nerves so sensitive they burned, but it was a good burn. An explosion of warm, wet, tongueshing love swept both of them up in the moment. Usually, Brandy would have done a lot more forey, but that was precious moments wasted when Sparky could be inside of her right now. Brandy had been given a moment of control and needed her Partner more than anything. Sparky''s hips had to be held tight because she couldn''t stop humping at Brandy''s stomach in excitement, a squeeze so firm Sparky gave a little gasp, but Brandy had to get Sparky''s cock under control. The Joltik was rather prideful about being big down there, not just for a Joltik but most Pok¨¦mon. It meant there was more than a handful for Brandy to grab firmly onto as she fished it out of Sparky''s tight shorts. Sparky''s little giggle as she felt the brush of Brandy''s Maid skirt over her cock was so damn cute. She really did love the dress, and how could she not? It really was gorgeous. Brandy didn''t lose focus, though, lining Sparky up and bringing herself to meet them. There was an intense jolt that made Brandy''s whole body twitch as the tip of Sparky''s cock kissed against her pussy lips. Sparky was gasping for air in the kiss, ragged, hungry breaths as her bright blue eyes filled up Brandy''s vision. Brandy was getting used to Sparky''s zaps, but it still left her with a heightened sensitivity that made the feeling of every touch multiply out of control. Sex with Sparky couldn''t be anything but overwhelming because she had absolutely no control when she was worked up. It made Brandy pause as Sparky''s throat whined, and the tip of her cock pulsed as it crushed against the sensitive nerves. It was like electricity was crackling through her thoughts, forcing Brandy to redouble her focus to make even the smallest of movements. "Don''t you dare cum." Morgan growled in Sparky''s ear. She''d gotten behind the Joltik, supporting her back with a wing. "Brandy, I didn''t tell you to stop. Handle your Partner, or do you want me to roll you on your back and use Sparky like a toy?" Fuck, wasn''t that an attractive idea? Just let Morgan do everything so they could both luxuriate in pure pleasure. Tempting as it was, Brandy wanted to work to please her Partners, so she''d just have to do all the hard work herself. Brandy leaned forward, letting gravity help slide Sparky into her depths, and every tightly pressed inch was delightful. Sparky mewled into the kiss her tongue iling as Brandy teased at it, the buzzing friction of her cock heightened every press over Brandy''s insides. So good it almost hurt. "Big." Brandy bubbled into the kiss and felt the satisfaction radiate off Sparky. Encouraging her to grind her hips in a circle made Brandy''s insides flutter. It was a test of Brandy''s willpower to not crack, but she''de a long way since their first frenzied night together. She knew pacing yourself could make things reach new heights. She just needed to pump Sparky''s brakes a little. "Breathe, Sparky." Brandy cooed as she broke the kiss, leaving Sparky to gasp as the Joltik looked up at her, eyes brimming with love and lust. "And then bite." Morgan said, "Brandy''s bottom lip. Get the fangs in there." Brandy felt a surge of excitement and tried to tense herself for what was toe, but Sparkytched onto her lip so fast there just wasn''t time. There was a prick of pain as Sparky''s fangs bit in, but a flood of pure bliss rushed in after it to wash the hurt away. "Mmmffph!" Brandy moaned as the Bug Bite dragged an orgasm out from deep within her, her body twitching at the sudden jolt of pleasure. Her pussy clenched over the thick length of Sparky''s cock. Sparky''s hands tightened on Brandy''s thighs in response, and the Joltik squealed into her mouth. The sharp spike of pleasure wasn''t as satisfying as a real orgasm, but it stole Brandy''s breath away all the same. "Butt up." Morgan said with a swat to Brandy''s rear, "Put Sparky on her back, climb atop her. You''re bigger and stronger. Use all that muscle and weight you have." Brandy just obeyed, raising her rear into Morgan''s eagerly waiting hands as she pushed her chest against Sparky''s far more generous curves. Sparky''s fangs didn''t release, which kept Brandy''s head tilted awkwardly, and with her ass up, she waspletely off bnce. Morgan lifted Brandy''s short skirt and gave a quick p to her cheeks, and Brandy fell right off the chair, mming Sparky against the table andnding atop her in a tangle of limbs. sses jumped, and lemonade spilled everywhere as they crashed back down. "You''re Maids. Don''t make a mess," Morgan admonished. "Brandy, deal with it." She had her hands very much full. How was she going to do that? Pulling her head back, the Bug Bite built up pleasure until spots floated in front of her eyes. She ripped her lip free of Sparky''s fangs. Lip sore, a few tongue presses confirmed she wasn''t bleeding, just left with a lingering sting from a dry orgasm that''d left her limbs shaking. She had to improvise, and all she had was a Sparky to do it with, so she stretched her body to her full height. That excited Sparky almost as much as being within her, eyes wide as she stared up at Brandy towering over her. Even stuck hip to hip, Sparky''s head only reached up to Brandy''s chest. Which was perfect because it meant Brandy could use her tits to push Sparky down until her head was pressed back into the patch of spilled lemonade. "Lick that up," Brandy said, a nervous thrill racing through her at the horny confidence in her voice. It was Morgan making her do it, and the Murkrow''s coo of approval was a warm glow that settled in her chest. Sparky happily obeyed, leaning her head to lick at the table, making messy slurping sounds as shepped the drink and coated Brandy''s chest with the sticky drink. Brandy couldn''t tell if the sound was authentic or just Sparky ying tricks on her. Still, Sparky furiously working her head and tongue against Brandy''s breasts at least showed a spirited effort to obey. "Fuck her." Morgan encouraged as she got behind Brandy, her ws sinking into the plump flesh of Brandy''s butt. A teasing grip that made Brandy tremble, "Make that table shake and punish her if she stops licking." Brandy knew she wasn''t the most assertive Trainer, but an order was an order. She wasn''t about to disobey Morgan, so she grabbed Sparky''s legs and thrust, pushing Sparky''s cock deeper into her depths. The satisfaction of being so full made Brandy''s toes curl. It just felt so right, and Brandy held Sparky fast as her legs kicked. The Joltik just let out a flurry of delighted squeaks, her tongueshing madly as she kept trying to lick the table clean and just making more of a mess of Brandy''s chest. The clear feedback she was frazzling Sparky''s brain sent shivers racing through Brandy. "Oh, good girl," Morgan said, her approving tone making Brandy''s heart thump all the harder. "Drive her into that table. Keep that pace and don''t let up, and I''ll give you both a reward you won''t want to miss." "Hhhaaahhh!" A low groan from Sparky made Brandy freeze mid-thrust, but it was just a brain-addled moan, not a sign she was about to blow. Sparky''s nails were scratching so hard at the table she''d cut a few thin grooves, and her tongue had stopped its wild thrashing to hang out her mouth and p against her chin. Brandy had never measured the tongue before. It really was longer than a human''s. No wonder it felt so good. Despite her panting, Sparky was just overwhelmed. She hadn''t cum yet. "Harder!" Morgan''s voice was sharp, and Brandy was moving before she''d even processed the order. She hammered herself onto Sparky''s cock, the table making a loud cracking sound as they pounded into it. "Good!" Morgan''s praise sent Brandy''s head reeling, and she redoubled her efforts despite the damage. Sparky''s cock was a wonderful length, hitting all the right ces and leaving her body buzzing. Even her legs shook as her thrusts lost rhythm and became more erratic, but Brandy was determined to ride Sparky right into the ground. Even her own orgasm didn''t slow her. Brandy''s skin felt stretched to bursting as her frenzied fucking had pressed something inside of her that opened the floodgates of pleasure. Slicking Sparky''s cock up with her own juices just made it easier to pound. The Joltik''s breathy moans left her with no illusion that she was getting her devious little mind fucked right out of her ears right now. "Enough." That was Morgan''s voice again, and Brandy stopped, breathing hard and shaking like a leaf. It was a struggle to not keep going; the pleasure was so good she could have gone for hours, but she wanted to make Morgan happy. Morgan''s ws trailed over Brandy''s ass, sending shivers up her spine as she felt Morgan''s dick slide between her thighs, thick and ready to finish off the table they''d half-broken already. Sparky was a sweaty mess, unfocused pawing for Brandy as her cock throbbed deep inside her. On the very edge of letting loose, but not quite, Morgan had cut her just short. "You both did great. Now rx, cuddle up," Morgan said, voice smooth as silk as she gently pushed them together. "I want to join in, and once I''m done destroying two hot maids, I''ll carry both of you out of here." "Promises," Brandy said dizzily. "But can you back them up?" The w sinking into her ass came with a stab of pleasure so white hot Brandy almost came all over again. "Oh, Brandy," Morgan purred. "You''re speaking mynguage. I do love a challenge." 148 – Praise Me Like You Should (18+) 148 ¨C Praise Me Like You Should (18+) Brandy loved a lot of things about Sparky; her jokes, while awful, usually made Brandy smile, and her enthusiasm was infectious. She loved how hard Sparky worked to be helpful, even if she acted like it wasn''t a big deal. Sparky had an incredible talent for making Brandy moan; her electricity made everything feel good, and she had plenty to press on Brandy and just frazzle her mind. But right now, she was enjoying one crucial aspect of Sparky. Her fur was cuddly as hell. Brandy nuzzled the fluff with her chin as she held Sparky close, feeling the Bug''s breath on her skin and her body''s gentle, excited buzz. "You''re the best," Brandy mumbled. "Love you." "Yeah, you do," Sparky said and licked the top of Brandy''s chest. "I''m fucking adorable." It was a cheeky response, but Sparky was close enough to feel their bond''s happy pulse. Sparky craved her recognition, and Brandy was delighted to give it. The Bug had earned plenty. "Not just adorable. You''d still show me a good time if Morgan wasn''t here." Brandy said, "I don''t think I could be with you and not enjoy myself. Not just sex, though; wow, the sex is good. I just love being with you." Sparky didn''t respond, and while Sparky had tucked herself below Brandy''s eyeline, Brandy didn''t need to see her cheeks to know they were blushing. The trembling tension in Sparky''s body, the nuzzling against Brandy''s body, and tiny pecking kisses. That barely audible content buzz from the back of Sparky''s throat. Super fucking cute. "I can go," Morgan teased. "If I''m intruding on you two lovers." "As if I''m falling for that!" Brandy snorted. "You''re going to fuck us both stupid, no matter what I say. I can feel that dick between my thighs." Morgan justughed and gave a few gentle hip thrusts to rub her dick up and down Brandy''s skin slowly. "You''re getting to know me really quickly," Morgan said. "You''re not wrong. You both deserve it. A reward for listening to your Goddess." There was a long, silent pause, and then Brandy and Sparky cracked up together,ughing as they pressed their head together. "Goddess!" Sparky cackled. "Wow. Wow! Someone has an ego." "Oh, we''re not ying along now, are we?" Morgan huffed. "We are, we are," Brandy agreed, trying to stifle her giggles. "Totally ying along. My Goddess of Stacked Card Games." "Goddess of raw Calcine Thirst." "Goddess of Butt Appreciation," Brandy said, wiggling her rear at Morgan. Morgan got her ws into the butt, squeezing and letting Dark energy flow through her nails. The pain converted itself to pleasure and made Brandy moan, clinging onto Sparky for support. "And I thought we were Partners. I see I''m actually dealing with two brats." "Aww, does the poor Goddess not like her followers being naughty?" Sparky said, kicking her legs at the bottom of Morgan''s wings. "What''re you going to do about it? Spank us?" The betrayal! Morgan couldn''t get at Sparky''s butt, and she barely had to tense before she felt a feathery wing swat against her cheeks. The pleasure of it was dizzying. Brandy didn''t just let out a cute moan this time; she was so loud she blew back Sparky''s fur. She writhed against Sparky, who was still fully hilted inside her and sensitive enough that Sparky crushed her head into the table surface and tried to hold back her own moans. "Brats," Morgan grumbled, but she was still grinning. "Mmh, we''re sorry, Goddess," Brandy mumbled, trying to hold back her giggles. "We get awed by your majesty and can''t help acting out." "Yeah, Brandy''s right. We''re both being naughty and disobedient and stuff." Sparky nodded. "Uh-huh," Morgan said, and her ws dug deeper into Brandy''s flesh, making her whimper and wriggle back against Morgan''s firm grip. "Let''s do something about that." "This is the best," Sparky mumbled, eyes wide as she watched Morgan work. "The best day." "Oh, don''t think I forgot about you, Bug," Morgan said, squeezing. Weirdly, Brandy knew Morgan was pressing into her skin, but she didn''t feel anything but a light pressure. Sparky, however, nearly bit the tip of her tongue off. "Fuck," Sparky hissed. "That''s so good. What''d you do?" Brandy looked over her shoulder and watched Morgan press her thumbs deep into the small of Brandy''s back. Sparky''s whole body trembled beneath her. Morgan''s thumbs moved down Brandy''s spine, a cool stroke that felt like no more than a light caress for Brandy. Sparky couldn''t handle it as easily. Her body had be like jelly, limp and twitching with every stroke. "Brandy!" Sparky squeaked, "Ah, it''s like she''s running her fingers along my dick while it''s inside you. I''m going to cry if she keeps this up. It''s so fucking good." What moves did Morgan have that could do that? Feint Attack was more her pleasure dealing ws, and Astonish let her teleport, so only one was left. One they had yet to see much. "You''re using Foul y," Brandy said, "You can do things to me, and she feels it in a different ce?" "Clever girl." Morgan said, "I can swap round sensation if I''m close enough. Why don''t you take a lick of Sparky''s tongue and see?" Brandy leaned in to do just that. Sparky''s mouth was already hanging open, and it was easy to tease out her tongue and tussle with it. Immediately she felt a wet swirl curl around Sparky''s cock inside her. A phantom lick that made Brandy''s insides shiver at the unexpected touch. She felt that lick, the same ce along Sparky''s cock as Brandy''s tongue. "Oh, wow," Brandy gasped and tentatively licked harder. It was a mistake as her whole body tensed from the sudden shock of an unexpected double stuffing. It felt good but also weird as hell to eat herself out while getting fucked? The possibilities of this Move were absolutely crazy. "Oh, that''s nice," Sparky mumbled, tongue licking back at Brandy, which felt doubly strange. Like being stirred up by two ovepping cocks, rubbing and stroking inside her, teasing over her walls, and just flooding her with more sensation than Brandy could possibly handle. "I''m not doing anything, and she''s squeezing on me like I''m nailing her to the wall." Sparky groaned, "Fuck, so good." Morgan grinned and adjusted her hat. "So, my two cute little Brats. Going to behave now?" Brandy nodded her brain already a frazzled mess. Sparky could barely answer, lost in the feeling of Brandy squeezing her. At the same time, Morgan''s rubbing fingers along Brandy''s back also reflected to caress Sparky''s dick. Aplete mess of crossed wires that Morgan was puppeteering masterfully. "Good, because you''ve not seen anything yet," Morgan said, and her hands drifted down to get a hold of Brandy''s hips. Brandy could onlyy there, helpless, as Morgan pulled Brandy up a few inches. She knew what wasing, Morgan was going to fuck her ass, but that didn''t mean anything anymore. Morgan could use Foul y to push anything they felt somewhere else, which meant she could do almost anything to them. Terrifying in theory but so fucking exciting. Morgan took her sweet time lining up. Maybe she was applying some lubrication, or perhaps she was just being a huge fucking tease. Still, Brandy and Sparky locked their eyes together as they waited. They knew the hammer would drop and smash one of them apart. The only question now is which. "I always thought I''d die between your thighs," Sparky said as she held Brandy''s hands tight, squeezing their palms together. "But this is a noble death." "Idiot," Morgan snorted fondly as she pressed her cock home. She''d done something to ease up everything as there wasn''t much resistance from Brandy''s ass as Morgan sank inside. However, the feeling was still nothing Brandy could have prepared for. She had Sparky inside her pussy, and she could feel a phantom cock pushing against it. Then she felt Morgan taking her from behind, that thick stuffing that made her toes curl. Morgan wasn''t just fucking her ass. She was mirroring every bit of how it felt to fuck both her holes at once. It was impossible. It was utterly insane, but Morgan had the Moves to make the impossible work. The pleasure of having both holes filled and stuffed so tightly together made Brandy''s mind crack, and her hips bucked back on instinct. She was so out of her own head she could hear herself moaning, a high-pitched wail of pure animalistic pleasure. "Fuck, Morgan, she''s so perfect," Sparky moaned. "So fucking hot. Brandy, you''re dripping! I can feel you melting around us." "Am I doing good?" Morgan said with smug satisfaction as she rocked her hips. She supported Brandy with her wing because she was flopping about like a Magikarp. "Brandy, suck on this." Brandy closed her lips around what turned out to be one of Morgan''s fingers and dutifully sucked. Its taste was a little oily and thick but not unpleasant. Brandy just couldn''t focus on it, not when there was what felt like a pair of cocks inside her, fucking her in time with one another, so she just sucked and licked at it to try to exorcise some of the feelings that made her head feel stuffed full. Sparky was frantically writhing underneath her as shepped away, her whole body tensing as waves of overwhelming pleasure hit the overwhelmed Bug, and with an intense burst of electricity that made the nerves in Brandy''s pussy sing, Sparky came hard. It was a lot. A messy load from a cock that twitched and pumped away inside her that her pussy just couldn''t handle. Brandy felt the thick, warm fluid coat their thighs as Morgan rammed her down onto Sparky''s twitch cock and milked her dry. She mped her mouth onto the finger, sucking it tight to avoid biting Morgan. "Brandy, I can feel thaaaaaaat," Sparky wailed. "You''re sucking me!" Oh. Oh! That''s why Morgan was feeding her a finger. Sparky was getting a blowjob at the same time. "Get it all out of her," Morgan said and thrust harder, and Brandy could only suck and whimper as she felt Morgan''s cock take over from Sparky''s inside her, thrusting hard and fast. To pull that off, the feeling in her ass wasn''t as intense as it should be, but Morgan wasn''t making it feel like there was nothing back there. It was still a tight squeeze around Morgan''s rather staggeringly thick length, and every time Morgan''s hips pped against her backside, it made her squeal as she felt that phantom cock also take her deep. A double stuffing that had her mind spinning. "Goddess! Fuck!" Brandy gasped. "She actually is!" "Don''t encourage her," Sparky groaned, gasping for breath. Syed out on the table. "But damn, Morgan, you''re a huge fucking cheat. This Move is bullshit." "Thank you," Morgan said smugly, "I can only use it with skin contact, but it''s nice to y with it finally. There''s just so much I can do to you both." "Noooo," Sparky said, raising a shaking hand. "No more. Please. I can''t take any more. My dick is going to fall off." "Pfft," Morgan said, and her free w drifted to rub between Brandy''s thighs. The pressure of those hard points on her clit was too much. Her whole body quivered like it was a bubble about to pop. "Brandy, want to cum?" "Yesssss," Brandy slurred. She was losing cohesion, overwhelmed by it all. "Then you have my permission," Morgan said, and then Brandy screamed as Morgan pressed into her clit, and every nerve in her body exploded. She didn''t just orgasm. She orgasmedpletely. From the tips of her hair to her toes, every bit of her was filled with such an overwhelming pleasure that Brandy was left a twitching wreck on top of the table. Her whole body was buzzing and spasming, and it took several minutes before Brandy felt like she could even think straight; Sparky was pinned beneath her, still trying to catch her breath, and Morgan was still inside her, just gently rolling her hips as she yed with Brandy''s hair. Ridiculous. Insane. Way too much. Best date yet. "Morgan," Brandy groaned. "Mercy. I can''t take any more." "Oh!" a peppy voice said, and Brandy craned her head to look up and see a Waitress by the table towering over her. A cute-looking human with puffy white hair tied back into a bun, her mouth was covered with her notebook, and she had a bright red blush on her face. "Too much? You sure I can''t take an order?" "Um..." Brandy fumbled as she tried to think. "We might have messed up your table." "I''m sure we can work something out," Morgan said with a gentle tug to Brandy''s hair to make her head arch back, a petite aftershock orgasm she didn''t even know she had in her forcing its way out of her mouth. "Can you get us some water? Then I''d love to show you some tricks I''ve just been practicing." "Insatiable," Brandy mumbled, stuffing her face back into Sparky''s wonderfully soft fur. "What am I going to inherit from you?" "Who knows? But you''ll be fortunate to inherit from a goddess." "Goddess?" the Waitress said, hiding herugh behind her pad. "You''re just a Murkrow. Cute though." Morgan''s eyes had a red glow to them Brandy was getting familiar with, and she prayed for that poor Waitress. She was going to need it. It was such a good date, but there was no way she would keep calling Morgan a goddess. Her head would get too big for her hat to fit. 149 – With Gust-Oh! (18+) 149 ¨C With Gust-Oh! (18+) The waitress was called Butterscotch, a super cute name for a super cute girl. She was trying to be excited about meeting a Trainer while Morgan also worked her magic on her, and it was hard not to giggle at just how difficult she was finding it all. The girl''s hands were so slick with nervous sweat that she struggled to hold onto the tray of water she''d brought them. They really should have taken the tray off her, but Morgan was having fun making her rattle with light touches and whispered promises. "Take a sip," Morgan said with a smile, "We don''t mind if you join us. It''s scorching in here, and thest thing we''d want is for you to faint from dehydration." Butterscotch was clearly into it, but it still felt like a bit of a crime in progress to Brandy. Morgan loved having an audience, and she was hamming up the teasing for Brandy and Sparky. Not that Sparky was paying much attention; she was in a fucked happy haze and nuzzling against Brandy''s chest like a needy cat. Brandy stroked her yellow hair back and gave her little kisses on the forehead that made her eyes shine with glee. "M-maids," Butterscotch said after downing a ss of water in one go. "Hot." Morgan leaned over Butterscotch''s shoulder and ran her fingers up and down the girl''s bare leg, puffing up her skirt every stroke."Legendary Maids. How can we be of service?" she whispered in a voice that sent shivers down the poor girl''s spine. "You''re going to break her," Brandy said, "She''s not a Trainer, go easy." "If thedy wishes to be broken, it is our Maidly duty to fulfill her wishes," Morgan said with a tip of her hat as she picked a ss of Water off Butterscotch''s tray. "Would Mistress Butterscotch like to cool off?" Butterscotch''s reply was more of a strangled yelp, but Morgan took it as a yes. She poured the ss of water over Butterscotch''s breasts, soaking it into her waitress outfit and making the white top stick to her skin. Brandy watched more with amusement than lust, but the soaked shirt helped to highlight Butterscotch''s figure. Butterscotch wasn''t fit by Trainer standards or even the average, really. She had a little pudge around her stomach that Morgan enjoyed tugging on through her shirt. Butterscotch made up for it with some staggeringly fat tits. Brandy had thought it was a padded bra, but her nipples were visible through the wet fabric and were perky enough to cut ss. She''d have been envious of that a few weeks ago, but she felt not an ounce of envy as she shamelessly admired them. Butterscotch looked pretty in a very different way to Brandy, and there was no shame in enjoying that, especially with Morgan going to such a length to show her off. Morgan had leaned over to suck the water right out of the cloth, and the tray finally flew away as Butterscotch dropped onto the table, her legs shaking from excitement. A wave of Morgan''s wing caught the water in a sudden updraft, holding it up in the air as skirts billowed in the rolling winds. Sparky snatched the ss out of the air with quick sts of her webs, sticking them all over the wall in webs. They were making such a thorough mess of this ce that they would get charged for all this. Well, it wasn''t like they could mess it up anymore. Might as well enjoy it. "She fell," Brandy said, "Morgan, kiss her better. She might have been hurt." "Yeah, Morgan," Sparky said as she twisted about in Brandy''sp to get a better view. "We''re going to be Maids, you can''t ck." Brandy wrapped her arms around Sparky''s waist and got herfy on herp, giving her kisses on the neck and palming Sparky''s slowly reviving erection. Her eyes lit up, and she gasped as she felt Brandy''s hand massage the head. "Turn me back. Let me fuck you." "No," Brandy said, "You be good and sit there. I''m spoiling you. Watch the Butterscotch show." Morgan let out a lightugh. "Our Head Maid is in a mood, I see. Do you need help, Butterscotch?" "You''re all way too hot," Butterscotch groaned. "I look like a soaked Trubbish." "Nonsense, you''re our beautiful Mistress, and I''m going to take good care of you," Morgan said, pressing her body over Butterscotch''s. Butterscotch twitched as Morgan''s gusts flowed around her, trails of glittering water, following and forming literal rainbows over the pair. Her moan of pleasure was loud enough to wake the dead. Brandy didn''t need to see what Morgan was doing under her skirt. The reaction she''d gotten let the imagination fill in the nks. "Such a fucking Diva," Sparky groaned, ying with her own chest as Brandy stroked her cock. "If she talks too much Butterscotch, I can take over. I only tease a girl when she doesn''t want to fuck." Well, that was a huge lie, but Brandy let it pass to hold up Sparky''s cock so Butterscotch could get a look at it. Her gold-flecked eyes went so wide it reminded her of when they''d first seen Mercury in all her glory. Sparky''s cock was big, impressively so, but it wouldn''t have got that reaction from any Trainer worth their Binding Balls. It was easy to forget that most humans weren''t Trainers and weren''t used to pushing out the boundaries of their sex lives this far. Butterscotch stared in awe for a long while before a sly smile spread across her lips. "So, that''s a Legendary Maid''s Cock." "Okay," Morgan huffed. "Someone doesn''t appreciate my work. I''m going to change that." "Sorry," Butterscotch blushed. Cute. Her puffy white hair had got a little wet and was beginning to stick at the edges, but it was plenty still for Morgan to sink her ws into and hold on. "I''m sure your service will be excellent, Ms Morgan Maid! Really! I don''t know how Brandy handles you both." "Can''t help being huge," Sparky said smugly. Brandy rolled her eyes and held up the shaft, stroking it along the underside with her thumb. "Oh, fuck!" Sparky cried, bucking her hips at Brandy''s touch. "You''re going to make me cum. Please, please, please, make me cum!" "Barely touched you," Brandy said, stroking the cock, and making sure it stayed hard as a rock. "They''re a handful, Butterscotch, but they make it worth it." "Oh no, I''m super convinced," Butterscotch said as Morganid bites all along her neck, hand ruffling with her skirt as she arranged things. "It''s just all so much, so ... so much." "Talking about me?" Morgan said, "I''m a little thick, but you can handle it with some preparation." With a wing flick, all the water Morgan had floating about raced under the skirt. There was getting wet, and then there was whatever hit Butterscotch, her face scrunching up in overwhelmed pleasure. "I''ve never handled this much," Butterscotch bubbled, nervously nudging at Morgan''s hand. "It''ll be fine," Brandy said, "Take a deep breath and don''t be afraid to make noise. "Trust me, I do." Butterscotch took a deep breath, and Morgan bit her earlobe. "There''s a good Mistress. Knows how to listen to sage advice." "Mmm-" Butterscotch said with a heady mumble, then let her face fall onto the table. "Mmm! Mmmmmmmmmmm." "Do I make noises like that?" Brandy said as Butterscotch mmm''d her way into her own happy little world "No, you''re a screamer," Sparky said with a flick of electricity to Brandy''s hand. Brandy fought back with a flick to the base of Sparky''s cock and a firm grab to stroke all the way to the tip. She didn''t get a scream, but a choked moan was even better. "You''re getting better with her," Morgan said with a nod of approval to Brandy. "She loves it when you take charge like that." "I know," Brandy said, "And you''ve been pushing me to do it all night. Don''t think I didn''t notice." "What can I say?" Morgan said, gripping Butterscotch''s hips. "I know what thedies really want." Morgan thrust into Butterscotch slowly but with a drive to sink until their flesh met, and Butterscotch moaned loud enough for the entire cafe to hear. "Fuck, that''s too much!" Butterscotch said after a desperate breath, then grabbed back to snatch for Morgan when she felt her try to pull out. "No! Don''t stop. Just a lot." "Oh, Mistress," Morgan growled. "Tell me more about how much I am." "F-fucking Diva," Sparky mumbled, leaning back into Brandy as her cock swelled in Brandy''s hand. The heat of it was warm against Brandy''s palm, a fizzling off it as Sparky''s arousal grew. "You''re letting her get away with too much. She''s going to be insufferable." "Calcine can handle that." Brandy grinned. "Today''s about spoiling you both, no matter how insufferable you be." "Really?" Morgan said, biting her lip thoughtfully as she thrust into a very appreciative Butterscotch. "Then I''m not stopping until I fill her up." "I wouldn''t expect any less of you. You''ve been having a lot of fun getting your urges out." Brandy said, "I was worried you might not fit in." "Oh, I don''t fit in neatly," Morgan grinned, using her grip on Butterscotch''s head to pull back her hair. "But you don''t mind a tight squeeze, do you Butterscotch?" Butterscotch was literally drooling, her eyes half-lidded as she luxuriated in the feeling of getting her brains fucked out. "Don''t break her," Brandy said, giving the base of Sparky''s cock a tight squeeze that got her moaning again. "I''d prefer not to have to rush her to the Pok¨¦-Center." "Fine, fine," Morgan said, "But a Murkrow has needs." "I''m not telling you to stop," Brandy said. "Oh, I won''t. Our Mistress will get everything she deserves." Morgan said and got back to her work. Butterscotch asionally let out a content, breathy moan or a trembling orgasm that was only quiet because she didn''t have the air in her lungs to be louder. "Brandy, Brandy." Sparky whispered, "Aim me at Morgan." "What? No. She''ll kill us." Brandy said, "Especially if we hit the hat." "Aim for the hat," Sparky added quickly. "You got my eyes, super good aim. She''ll have to take it off." "I''m not using you as a cannon." Brandy said, "No matter how funny it''d be. Not happening." Sparky gave her the big blue eyes. "Sparky-" The blue eyes got bigger. Well. What''s the worst that could happen? ---- "We''ll make sure she gets plenty of fluids." the graciousdy at the Pok¨¦-center desk said. Morgan gave Butterscotch kisses on the pallet before they wheeled her away. She looked happy, at least, if half dead. The deskdy fiddled with her pen, clicking the end of it over and over. "Um, I don''t know quite how to say this. Your dresses are gorgeous, but you''ve got a little cum on your... your..." she crossed her apron to indicate her entire body. "Gust," Brandy and Sparky said at the same time. "Don''t mess with a Flying Types hat." Morgan gave a tip of her immacte witch hat at them and blew them both a windy kiss. "I''m going to hold Butterscotch''s hand a bit until she feels better. Why don''t you two find a Water Type to soak you down?" Sparky and Brandy looked at each other to see if either coulde up with a wittyeback, and then they both just shrugged. They deserved this one. They''d let Morgan have her win. 150 – Hot Barbecue Plans 150 ¨C Hot Barbecue ns Brandy had expected to find Calcine worn out from handling the Maon trio when they finally went to pick her up. What they actually found was way outside of Brandy''s wildest guesses. The silvery robot girls had stripped Calcine naked and attacked her with a series of tools. One had a hand-sized floor buffer and dragged it over her skin with a heavy rumble from the spinning circr brush end. Another, Brandy couldn''t tell which, they all looked the same, was spraying her with what looked like a pesticide gun but adjusted to work off a small hip sk. Her enhanced eyes let her quickly pick out the word ''Polish'' among all the fine print on the sk. Thest was just licking along the lines of Calcine''s stomach with a long, silvery tongue. That didn''t seem to be really necessary, but from the light in her half-lidded red and blue eyes, she was really enjoying it. Brandy couldn''t me her. Calcine''s Evolution had really left her with a body that was a treat on the eyes. She wasn''t thick with muscle, but there was just enough to make the mouth water, and she was the same height as Brandy now. Her smile was full of fire when she finally stoppedughing at the tickle of the buffer and saw Brandy. "Have fun?" Calcine asked. "A lot of it," Brandy nodded and looked down at her stained maid dress. "Maybe a little too much." The three robot girls turned their heads with a whir of motors to look at the trio. "We just got you those!" said the one with the buffer polishing Calcine''s leg. "Strip, we have to get them tidied up for tomorrow." "Probably for the best," Morgan said as she began undoing the buttons on her little waistcoat. "If we took them back to Trinket, she''d tie us up so tightly we''d never get out." "We''ll deliver them to the Barbecue tomorrow. Need to talk with ze about them anyway," the one that''d been licking away said. "I guess we can''tin about you loving our work. Oh! Speaking of which, we''ve made your lovely Carkoal shine, though. You like it?" Calcine flexed her arms, her coal-ck skin gleaming with red hues from her cloak and the fire just under the skin. "Turn around," Sparky said. "Morgan needs to see the back." "I do?" Morgan said, then locked eyes with Calcine''s shiny butt. "I did. Weber, Sin, Saturn, my congrattions. Your work is as exemry as ever." "I think I deserve some credit," Calcine said, pping her ass. "Nonsense, you have Rock Polish and made them do all this work anyway. You''re a viin." "She''s our Viin," Brandy said with a smile. "I''m d you had fun Calcine. I thought we''de back to find you fucking." "We''d have tobine for that," Sin, the one with the sprayer, said. Gesturing to Calcine''s dick with one hand and making wide-handed squeezing motions. "A lot to handle, and it takes all day to get untangled after. Calcine pointed out we''d have to clean your clothes, so we didn''t have time for it." "Did she now?" Morgan said as she pulled off her top, then turned to Brandy to help her with hers. "Very self-sacrificing of you, Calcine." "Oh, they found plenty of other ways to keep me happy," Calcine grinned, roving her eyes over Brandy as Morgan picked her clothes off. "I haven''t exactly been suffering." "Morgan broke a Waitress," Sparky said in a rush, unable to contain herself any longer. The whole story came spilling out in one long, rambling stream, Brandy and Morgan stepping in to correct her when Sparky got too fanciful with the truth. Though not every time, if Sparky wanted topliment them shamelessly, that was her Bug Typing privilege. "You really know how to cut loose," Sin interjected when Sparky''s story had petered out into lurid descriptions of what Morgan had done to Butterscotch. "Calcine, you''re looking about as good as we can make you. I think we''ll leave you to your friends now. If you win the badge tomorrow, you''ll want to celebrate?" "It is tradition," Brandy nodded. "Then we''ll catch you after it," Weber said with a grin. "I''m sure we can devise a proper Motostoke celebration for you all. Maybe even Big Sis'' Anisotropic will float by." Sparky thumped her chest, "Good motivation! If anything can stop Brandy from getting pounded at the Barbecue, it''s a future promised pounding from a swarm of sexy robotdies." "Hey!" Brandy huffed. "I''m more worried about how we get everyone else to focus. It''s going to be a nightmare." "You''re forgetting Spitfire is our cook," Calcine said as she pulled on her shirt. Brandy''s shirt, technically, but that was a lost cause at this point. "Spitfire''s going to take one look at us, and we''ll be lucky if she gets any cooking done." "Shit, you''re right." Brandy bit her lip. "I can solve that," Morgan said, "Leave it to me." "How?" "Let me enjoy being mysterious," Morgan said with a flick of her hat. She had no other clothes to put back on, so she was done. "I have a n for it. I promise it''ll work." Much as Brandy wanted to know the n, she knew Morgan loved to show off. It wouldn''t hurt to trust her. "I''ll focus on rying orders between you all and Spitfire. My Fire Typing is safest around her, even if Morgan has a n." "It''s a beautiful n." Morgan said, "Spitfire will love it." "But not as much as you loved yourself," Sparky said with a grin, darting back when Morgan tried to swat her with a wing. "I''m quick! I can use the webs to drag us out of trouble if one of us gets too distracted. Calcine can load me with food, and I can bnce it easily with Agility. If it''s a Company Pic, it''s going to be a lot of people with solo Partners. A lot of people to serve, and you know Pok¨¦mon don''t need to eat, but some of them really love food. Just have to hope no one is dating a Snox." That''d be a bit of a disaster, but they''d manage. It was the Maid outfits that had Brandy worried. They were powerfully attractive, and they''d be a tempting lure. ze probably had done this intentionally to challenge her to solve a problem without getting everyone horny. Buttercup had shown regr workers weren''t really on the level of Trainers, but there were going to be Pok¨¦mon there, and they were always a threat. How do you keep Pok¨¦mon upied? Well, there was the obvious way. Yeah! Fuck ze. Brandy had a style, and she was sticking with it. "We need to be sexier," Brandy said. "That''s the solution." "What?" Sparky said as she hopped into her tight shorts, "I love your brains, Brandy, but that seems really stupid. We''re trying to stop them from fucking us so we can work." "No, we''re not. Well, yes, we are, but think about it. If everyone is having a good time and getting ridiculously heated watching us, everyone''s bonds will be charged up." "Your n is to get everyone too horny with each other to be horny at us specifically?" Calcine said thoughtfully, "As ns go, that''s very you." "It''s a gym challenge still, right? Overwhelming Emotion was the theme. So if we bring that, I think ze will give me the badge." "If everything doesn''t descend into chaos." Morgan said, "You''ll end up luring outsiders if we go too hard." "Which will keep them even busier!" Brandy said. "It''ll work." "Problem One," Sparky said, "Scoria and Fenny will be there." "They''re trying for a baby. We''ll be lucky if they aren''t already fucking when we arrive. They''re not going to be a problem. Except maybe a noise problem." "I think that''s not true, but you know them best. Okay, Problem Two then," Sparky said. "It''s going to require Brandy to flirt." "I can flirt!" "Oh, yeah," Calcine said, tapping her arm. "I see the problem." "I can flirt!" Brandy repeated. "I flirt with you all the time." "And you do wonderfully," Calcine patted Brandy''s arm. "But you''re going to have to flirt with humans too." "... oh. Shoot." "You''re staying at Trinkets, aren''t you?" Sin said as she helped her sisters pack the machinery away. "Why don''t you just have Brandy practice with her girls?" "Now that," Sparky grinned. "Is an idea." 151 – Tongue Tied 151 ¨C Tongue Tied It was nice to be back in her boots, even if her Partners practically dragged them along the pavement on the way back to Trinkets. The streets were getting dark as thest traces of sunlight faded away; the steam-powered streetlights were still warming, and their low light had turned Motostoke into a maze of hard lines and deep shadows. Brandy felt safe despite the creepy twilight hour. Her Partners would have chewed up anything that gave them trouble and kept them from teaching Brandy how to flirt. Their excitement about it was infectious, and despite all the sex of the day, Brandy felt pumped up for it. Her Stamina really was increasing rapidly with three Partners to inherit from, like her body knew it needed to grow that to survive them. Maybe that held back more unique inheritances like her new eyes? Or perhaps this was just something everyone went through once they started having sex to help them keep up with Pok¨¦mon''s voracious appetites. She''d have to ask Fenny sometime. If she could crowbar her off Scoria for a talk. Trinkets security bird had a riddle for them to get back in the house. "What is it that you can keep after-" "We want you to teach Brandy how to tiedies up!" Sparky yelled before the mechanical bird could finish. There was a pause, and then the door locks popped open. "I don''t think that was the answer," Brandy said, batting away Sparky''s hands as they excitedly grabbed her shirt. "She''s a Klefki. That''s the universal answer." Sparky wasn''t wrong. But it was still fun to tease her. "I can tie people up," Brandy curled a finger into the back of Sparky''s choker and tugged. The Joltik squeaked as the metal ring on the ck strip of leather pressed into her throat. "Even got a Partner to do it for me." "Technically, I bought her the choker," Calcine grinned. "You''re right! I have two Partners doing it for me! Morgan, you should learn Torment and make a hat trick." Morgan red at her, half of the red glow of her eyes cut off by the brim of her witch''s hat. "Was that a hat pun?" "What?" Brandy blinked and ran her own words back quickly. "Oh! Hat trick! Hah." Morgan''s gaze narrowed. "You''re right, Brandy. I should learn Torment. I can think of some uses for it." Heck yeah. It was so nice to inspire her Partners! Morgan''s fingernails dug into Brandy''s ass as she pushed her into the house, meaning Brandy was all worked up when they finally found Trinket waiting for them in a bedroom. Morgan clucked her tongue and let out a little coo at the decoration. The room was lit by candles, with fairy lights woven over the ck walls and ceiling to make it look like they were all floating in space. They were adrift with a bed, at least. A massive round thing with ck satin sheets piled high with plump pillows. Trinket lounged atop it all like a goddess, unashamedly naked, as she stroked the long, wavy brown hair of a woman giving her head. "Wee back," Trinket said, her tinkling voice full of confidence even as she got her dick sucked. The woman doing the work had a simr paleplexion to Trinket, but she was shorter and far more filled out, with curves that would spill out all but the roomiest of clothes. Not that she had a single stitch on. Trinket was gorgeous, her key charm-filled silvery hair perfectly swept back to make her look like a bad girl who''d show you a good time. The human she had just looked like a good time, with curves you just wanted to lose your fingers in. A heavy scent hung in the air, sweet but thick, and Brandy took a deep breath of it and held it in to try to clear her head. Everyone else was busy staring enviously, so she had to speak up. "The others wanted you to teach me how to um... uh..." Brandy''s train of thought faltered as she watched the human blowing Trinket really work her throat to make Trinket''s toes curl. It was a really impressive move; the slight bulge of Trinket''s cock against her throat just dashed any thoughts Brandy had. "We can always train youter," Calcine said, "If you''d rather some help there, Trinket?" Trinketughed and stroked along the woman''s back before giving her ass a p. It jiggled hypnotically. Everyone stared. "I don''t think I need the help." Trinketughed after letting everyone enjoy the show for a moment. "My long-term partner can be very distracting. Can you introduce yourself, hun? This is the bunch who wanted help." "My name is Velvet," the woman moaned, pulling her lips off Trinket''s dick. A string of saliva ran from the tip of the Klefki''s penis to Velvet''s chin. "And who''s the lovelydy that''s going to show me a good time?" "That''s me," Brandy said, tapping her chest. "I''m the one. Brandy. That''s my name. The good timer." Oh no. Velvet was way too hot for Brandy to think straight. "Brandy? Love that. Sounds tasty," Velvet purred, her lips curling into a wicked grin. She''d clearly inherited a whole bucket of Trinkets confidence. Wiping the spit off her lips with the back of her hand, she looked Brandy up and down approvingly. "You''re a nice tall drink of a woman. Let''s see what you can do." Fuuuuuck. "Come up here and take my seat, Brandy," Trinket patted the pillows, which flowed around her like they were alive to separate her from Velvet and leave a space between them. "Okay," Brandy swallowed and did as she was told. "Be gentle with her, Velvet. She''s a virgin," Trinket said as Brandy mbered over the bed. "She''s definitely not!" Sparky said, "I think we''ve all fixed that." "I could help do it more thoroughly if needed," Morgan said as she leaned on Calcine for support while she watched the show. "But I don''t think they''re talking sex, Sparky." "You can help us, Sparky. Your webs would be useful in a little bit. Can you spin us up a few?" Trinket said, smiling as Brandy settled into the nest of pillows. "Oh sure," the Joltik said quietly as she stretched some between her fingers. "Ohhhhhhhhh, I get it." Calcine ruffled her hair and chuckled. "We''re all learning today," she said, smiling as Brandy settled into the nest of pillows. Velvet crawled towards Brandy with a wicked grin, and Brandy swallowed. Right. Sexy Brandy. Let''s go. "Pretty," Brandy said and pointed to Velvet. The p of Morgan''s hand as it hit her face rang out sharp over the rustle of fabric. "Honesty is good," Trinket said. "But you need some Steel. You okay to listen to me until you pick it up?" "Brandy''s skill at listening to Pok¨¦mon is like no other," Calcine said proudly, and Brandy confirmed that with a nod. "Perfect," Trinket said. "Don''t just tell her she''s pretty then. Tell her exactly what''s so pretty about her." "She''s got great boobs," Brandy said, her brain still mostly checked out. Velvet smiled and leaned forward to let her tits hang heavily down and p against Brandy''s arm. "A little better," Trinket said. "But if you''re going topliment someone, put in the effort. You seem like a dedicated Trainer. You can do it." "It''s just hard to get the words right," Brandy said, feeling the warm weight of Velvet''s breasts on her palm. They were more than a handful, and the only way to get her hand out was to slide her hand right up an ocean of cleavage. Brandy just left it there, trapped for now. "Then get them wrong," Velvet says. "You''ve lost battles before, haven''t you?" They hadn''t actually lost a full-on battle, but they''d failed their first gym, and Mercury was still a question mark. "Kind of," Brandy settled on. "Kind of," Velvetughed. "You''re very strong, aren''t you, and not just the muscles?" Brandy turned her head to blush, but Trinket pushed it back to meet Velvet''s eyes. "See, simple but effective. It doesn''t need to be clever. Just think about what you like and say it admiringly." Velvet said, "Make mistakes, learn from them, thene back stronger. Don''t panic so much about being perfect on the first try." What did she like about Velvet? She''d just met her, her confidence was sexy, and her figure was like a taller Sparky, all delicious curves you wanted to try and fail to fit against your body. Attempt two. Just feel it and say it. She could do that. Sparky never had trouble blurting things out. Just channel that! "Your body is like a dessert," Brandy said and ran her hand up Velvet''s cleavage, letting her fingers wiggle to press out at the flesh as it goes. "So soft, and I''m so hungry for you." Velvet giggled and pushed herself forward until her tits squashed into Brandy''s. "Awful." Brandy bit back augh. "But confident! That''s good, even if it was really cheesy." "I liked it," Sparky said. "Brandy, what dessert vor are my tits?" "Lemon Drizzle," Brandy said without missing a beat. "Oh shit, they probably are," Sparky said, looking down at them. "Someone suck on them to check." Velvet snorted again and caught Brandy''s hand before her face, leaning to suck on the fingertips. The wetness inside her mouth and the gentle pressure of her lips made Brandy''s insides curl in on themselves with anticipation. "You''re a quick thinker." Trinket said, "Am I right?" "It''s my favorite thing about her," Calcine said. "Morgan?" "I like her schemes more, but there''s an element of quick thinking to that. It''s certainly a trait she has. She works well under pressure." "Same," Velvet grinned, "You want to put me under pressure, Brandy?" Thisdy, goodness. It was opening for a line, though. This was still training. What was sexy but not too punny? What would Calcine say? "You''d like a bit of pressure?" Brandy said and pushed her finger into Velvet''s mouth to make her suckle on the finger. "Let''s start with a little squeeze." Velvet giggled and leaned in, pressing her tits together as Brandy used her free hand to fondle them, massaging them under her fingertips. "Ohhh," Morgan whispered. "That wasn''t bad." "Nice," Calcine agreed. "Good, Brandy." Trinket nodded, "Nice touch, using what she was offering. Now you''re flirting, you escte." Brandy thought fondling their chest was a bit more than flirting, but Trinket was a Pok¨¦mon. Anything that was bending someone over a table was flirting with them. Still, even if the lesson was a bit extreme, it didn''t mean she couldn''t take something from it. Focus on what she liked and exin it with some ir. Morgan was all ir. What would she say? No, that wasn''t right. Morgan didn''t just use words; she put on a show, and Brandy still needed to set a stage. Brandy grabbed one of Velvet''s hands by the wrist, put it on her stomach, and gave Velvet a slow kiss. Velvet tasted sweet, the same rich scent the air had, and Brandy was d her mouth was closed because it would have been easy just to open up and let Velvet fill her mouth with that vor. Instead, she let the kiss linger until she felt Velvet rx under her, her breath quickening. "Feel that?" Brandy said, tightening her stomach. "Feel the definition." Morgan liked to take things slow, so Brandy didn''t say more. She left themand in the air, waiting until she felt Velvet''s fingers trace over her abs. Their faces almost touching, Brandy put her hand over Velvet''s and squeezed it, crushing it into Brandy''s taut stomach. "You want to be pressed? I''ve enough power here to fold you in half." Velvet blew out a hot breath and fluttered her eyshes. "Trinket! She learns too quickly. My word." "Maybe I''m just an excellent teacher." Trinket said, "Sparky, you have those webs ready?" "I do, but I don''t think we can tie people up at the barbecue." "Unless they ask for it," Morgan said, "There''s no rule against it." "They''ll make one." Sparky giggled. "The tying up is for all of us," Trinket said, "But in the spirit of training, there''s a challenge here too. Brandy, you''re not allowed to touch Velvet too much while doing this, so try to make her squirm with your words. Keep that blush on her cheeks, and if you want to throw apliment or two my way, I won''tin." Morepliments and sexy talk. It was not something Brandy felt came naturally. But for her Partners, it did. Brandy didn''t just have to inherit Stamina from them to make a change in herself. Their attitudes were hers to share, which meant she had a lot to work with. As Sparky handed her a web, Brandy tried to emte some Calcine confidence. She could do this. She''d have Velvet singing her praises and make everyone proud. Hopefully, Trinket would show her how to tie a good knot. She could only do the ones with bows. 152 – Knot the Worst, Knot the Best (18+) 152 ¨C Knot the Worst, Knot the Best (18+) Tying Velvet up was easy in theory. She was incredibly eager to be tied up, and Sparky''s webs were perfect for the job. Thin but strong with a bit of sticity, Trinket looked at the webs enviously as Brandy bound up Velvet''s wrists behind her back. So the binding was going great! The big issue was Brandy was running out of things to say. Getting in the mind of her Partners was distracting. She couldn''t just pretend to be someone else the entire time. But Brandy Joyce just did not know how to handle Humans. It was very much her fault she was stuck. Velvet was giving her plenty to work with. She looked absolutely gorgeous, and the noises she was making were not bad noises. No, no, no. Good noises. Exciting noises. Brandy just wasn''t entirely sure what she was doing that was causing Velvet to make them. "Look at her," Sparky said. "She''s like a dog at the controls of a helicopter." Calcine ruffled Sparky''s hair, making her squirm as Calcine pulled her in to shut her up with some sideboob. "She''s just in a new position. Give her a break," Calcine said as she tried to keep the wriggling Sparky under control. "Maybe take one too, Brandy, and center yourself. Don''t try to force the words out. Reassess your battlefield and n your next move." Putting it in that way helped a little. Brandy would be in tournament battles soon, and they involved Trainer and Pok¨¦mon working together. Sometimes, a match came down to Trainer on Trainer action. "She''s just so pretty." Brandy groaned, "It''s hard." "Much as I love how you''ll let a beautiful woman do anything to you, you have to be willing to give too." Morgan said, "Trinket said minimal touching, so use up some of that to get a feel for her." Brandy ran her fingers over the sides of Velvet''s waist, enjoying the feel of her smooth, cool skin and the way Velvet shuddered at her touch. "Like this?" "You can feel more," Velvet purred. Brandy slid her hand along Velvet''s neck and down her back, enjoying how Velvet arched in response to the light touch. The gentle tug against the webs binding her wrists. "Mm, like that. Keep going," Velvet said, voice husky and encouraging. Brandy''s hand wandered lower, caressing the soft, firm curve of Velvet''s ass. She really liked Velvet''s butt. The plush feeling against her fingers and the muscle flexing deep down in the smooth skin was a little addictive. "Mm, mm!" "See? She likes that, Brandy," Trinket said. "You got a good touch. Now do it with words." Brandy looked at Trinket with pleading horror. The words just weren''t in her head. It was like being asked to walk through a door without opening it. Brandy just couldn''t put together how it was done. "I''m a Steel type," Trinket said with a hand to her heart. "The best Type." There were scoffs from the audience, but Trinket ignored them all. "Because we have the confidence to just go for it, and confidence gets the humans wet. Be bold and ask for help. You got four Pok¨¦mon here who all want this to go well." "And one human," Velvet murmured. "If this is too awkward for you, we can stop?" "It''s awkward," Brandy said, "But I want to ovee it." "Good girl," Trinket said, and the praise made Brandy shiver. Two powerful words. The offer for help was good, but Trinket and Velvet had already helped her. Checking she was okay was polite, but she could do the same. "How does it feel, Velvet?" Brandy said, giving a firmer tug of the bindings on her wrists and forcing her shoulders up. "Feels good," Velvet replied. "You''re in control." "I am in control," Brandy said, trying to put some defiant confidence in her voice. Morgan had been thoughtfully watching, and she finally leaned in, her red eyes glowing as she got level with Brandy on the bed. "Brandy," she said firmly. "She''s not saying you are. She''s telling you." "What''s the difference?" Trinket asked, but Calcine shushed her question away. "She''s giving you the power," Morgan said. "Tell her what you''re going to do with it." "Velvet," Brandy said, her hands sliding down her thighs. "Do you want to be mine?" Morgan flicked Brandy''s ear with her wing. "No, bad Trainer." Brandy couldn''t help but snort augh. It was such a silly thing to do; it was hard to be mad at her. Still, she got the point, no questions, be assertive. "Velvet," Brandy tried again, "You''re mine tonight." "Go bigger!" Sparky called. "Details, we crave details!" "Sparky''s right," Morgan agreed, "Make it more personal. Talk about her. How she''s safe in your hands." Calcine wasn''t talking, but Brandy could feel the glow of approval radiating off her. Something about this scene was stirring up Calcine''s heart, and even if she was fumbling her way through it, that alone made Brandy push on. "I''ve had my hands all over you," Brandy said to Velvet; this time, she could tell it was working. "You like being under my fingers, don''t you?" "Oh yes," Velvet''s reply was eager. "I''m going to wrap you up tight," Brandy said, her voice getting more confident. "And enjoy every bit of you. You''re too good-looking for me not to enjoy every bit." "Oh, please," Velvet was practically begging. "And you can''t stop me," Brandy said. "Because you''re mine. Say it." "I''m yours," Velvet''s voice was low and needy. "You''re mine, and you''ll let me do what I want." Brandy''s hand cupped her ass, fingers sliding between her legs and stroking at the softness of her outer lips. "You''re not going to move a muscle." "I''m not." "Good," Brandy said. "You''re a good girl. My good girl." "Yours," Velvet said with a happy sigh. Brandy had to bite her lip as Trinket helped her bind up the rest of Velvet''s arms. It all felt so odd like she was out of her body for this. It was working; the confidence was a help, but this just wasn''t her. It was strange because Velvet was still into it. Her skin was warm, her face flushed. She was getting wet with the anticipation and the feeling of being bound up. All the signs of arousal made Brandy want to spoil her with a firmer hand. But Brandy couldn''t get there. There was a mental block in her head that just wouldn''t budge. Trinket had said to be confident asking for help, so Brandy bit down her pride and asked. "I don''t feel right telling her what to do." Brandy said, "I want her to have a good time, but it isn''t right." "Hrm," Sparky clucked her tongue. "Trinket, can we change the rules a little? Brandy''s special." "Sure! If it lets her enjoy herself more, bend the rules all you like." "Okay!" she whispered with Calcine, a fast back and forth before Sparky piped up again. "Complete rules reversal. No more talking. Brandy, you do what Velvet wants. Velvet, no telling Brandy what this is. She has to work it out." "You sure?" Trinket asked, eyebrows quirked. "Yes, yes. This is the best n. Trust us," Sparky said, "Brandy, don''t worry about what to say for now. Just make her happy." That Brandy could do. Velvet''s needs were in. She liked being bound up and toyed with, being touched, and surrendering herself. All Brandy had to do was enjoy what was on offer. Velvet''s body trembled with happiness when Brandy leaned into her back and kissed her again. Her body rxed as Brandy explored the soft contours of her stomach and hips with more kisses. "Brandy," Velvet moaned as Brandy''s mouth teased down her legs, nuzzling and sucking the smooth skin and listening to her moans. "Yes, just like that. Brandy." Brandy kissed her way back up the other leg, looping webbing around the legs behind her and pulling it tight as her tongue traced a path back up Velvet''s inner thigh. The scent of her arousal was thick, the wetness of her sex an enticing stop at the top of her thighs. "You smell good," Brandy breathed, and the soft gasp Velvet made was so cute. Brandy couldn''t hold off. She wanted a taste, and Velvet needed it just as badly. A few soft licks, tasting the sweet-salty vor of her. A teasing kiss at the top of herbia, a firm enough pressure it made Velvet''s bound legs kick. The sight of her squirming was adorable, and everyone watched her do it in reverent silence as if moving might break the mood. "I''m yours," Velvet moaned as Brandy licked deeper, and that was thest coherent sentence she said. Brandy ate her out while everyone watched, substituting skill for sheer enthusiasm, and the feeling of Velvet''s body responding to her attentions was incredible. She had the power to give Velvet everything she wanted, and the more Velvet squirmed, the quicker Brandy wanted to share it. This was the best idea ever. Velvet was so wet, so ready, and the moans and gasps from her mouth were intoxicating. Her hips ground against Brandy''s tongue, eager and hungry for more, and Brandy gave it to her. Hands digging into her soft flesh and tongue buried in her pussy, Brandy coaxed out Velvet''s cries, higher and more frantic by the second, until finally, Velvet cried out her name, a single desperate exmation that was almost a plea. Brandy didn''t let her down. Her hands moved to the small of Velvet''s back, and Brandy held her close as her mouth and tongue pushed her over the edge. Brandy kept licking and kissing her, making Velvet squirm and moan until she copsed into the sheets, panting heavily. "I did good?" Brandy said as she leaned back, mouth glistening with Velvet''s juices. "Fishing forpliments," Morgan smirked, "I think Velvet has given you a passing grade." "That was unique. What was the change?" Trinket said. "It was like you flicked on a pussy eating switch." "I am the Brandy master," Sparky thumbed her own chest. "I am the goddess of this realm." "So modest," Calcineughed. "Tell Trinket what the difference is." "Brandy sucks at taking charge, but she''s so good at giving. I just had her treat Velvet like a Pok¨¦mon." "Do it again," Velvet burbled, rubbing her face into the bedcovers. "She needs more practice." "She has a lot of practice ahead of her," Trinketughed. "I''m not sure eating pussy counts as flirting." "It''s a change of mindset," Calcine said, "Brandy can''t flirt to get people to do what she wants. But I think she could do it to make them happy. Brandy, what does Velvet need right now?" "Kisses, a cuddle, and a second round?" "Spot on." Velvet moaned. "Fuck me up again." "Say it again," Morgan said, "But tell her that''s what she''s getting." "I uh... I will kiss you, wrap you up in my arms, and then fuck you until you can''t think straight?" It was a little cheesy, but it got apuse and one very squirmy Velvet under Brandy''s grip. She had to grab her hips and hold her down to stop her bumping Brandy right off the bed. "I think we got it," Trinket said. "I just didn''t think we''d get here this way." "Wait," Brandy blinked. "Flirting is just giving people what they want?" Morgan waved a hand. "For you, it is. Baby steps." "So wearing short skirts is flirting?" "Absolutely," Sparky said quickly. "Vital flirting." "Would thigh-high socks be flirting? I remember people loved those." Sparky let out a strangled groan. "What if I let them touch the thigh between sock and skirt? If they''re curious? That''s not too much, is it? I think we could get away with it. I know lots of girls in school who wanted to do that." Sparky was practically foaming at the mouth. "Calcine," Morgan said proudly. "I think she''s got it." "Oh, you haven''t seen her with a girl she likes yet," Calcine grinned. "I think we got plenty more work to do, but as a start goes, it''s something." "Excellent," Trinket said. "Then all of you get in here and help her tie knots. I''m not letting you all go until you can bind ady up properly. This is an art! Sparky''s webs are perfect for it, and I won''t have you leave here badly trained." Brandy got distracted from the lesson a few times because Velvet needed special care, but by the time she''d finally drifted off into a blissful sleep, Brandy could tie one hell of a knot. Maybe she could show Maple her skills when they next met! 153 – Chewsday Innit’ 153 ¨C Chewsday Innit¡¯ Trinket had made them all a te of bacon sandwiches in the morning. For this, she would forever have Brandy''s loyalty. Brandy had always thought bonding with Pok¨¦mon would be the most challenging part of Training, but she couldn''t have been more wrong. It was the recovery that separated the real trainers from the chaff. You needed to hit the day running, and she would inhale all the grease she could eat to power her through it. "How do you not get fat?" Sparky poked at Brandy''s stomach through her shirt as they walked Motostoke''s morning streets. "You eat like a Pok¨¦mon." "Seriously?" Brandy pulled Sparky in for a hug. "You can''t think of any way I''m burning all this off?" "Oh, sure! You have a lot of sex." Sparky pattered her fingers over Brandy''s stomach. "But I''ve watched you just eat six bacon rolls. That''s a lot of calories, and also weirdly sexy?" "Shay''s missing out as a Dark Ace. You''d be a perfect fit for her." Brandy leaned down and kissed Sparky''s cheek. "I know your angle here, you sex-crazed minx. The day is going to be busy enough. The Barbecue, the Maon Sisters, and their bigger Sister Anisotropic afterward, and that''s only the bits I know will happen!" "Can''t me me for trying." Sparky grinned. "You and Velvet got me all fired up. I''m hungry for more." "Insatiable Electric Types." Brandyughed and bit Sparky''s ear. "Be good for the Barbecue, and I''ll ensure you get all you can stomach." "Promises, promises." Sparky turned in the hug to squeeze Brandy''s waist, and Brandy returned the gesture before picking her up for a proper kiss. Sparky''s legs kicked with excitement as she swung in the air, and a few encouraging whistles from people passing made them both blush as they got all affectionate. Calcine shook her head and snorted in amusement. "She''s rubbed off on you so much. It''ll be a miracle if we get to Nexus in time to help Spitfire set everything up." "Oh, we will." Brandy said, "I want to see what Morgan''s done." "I dread to think," Calcine said. "Let''s hope she hasn''t caused a scene before we''ve even begun." Morgan had disappeared when they''d woken up. She''d said she had a secret n to keep Spitfire focused, and no doubt she''d slunk out to get it done before they arrived. Brandy was only slightly terrified about what she was going to find. But for now, she had bacon rolls, a cute bug to kiss, and a warm, sturdy rock to hold the arm of. The day had started off right. --- Thepany barbecue would take ce in the za outside Nexus, on the neatly manicuredwns in long strips around a big center fountain. The fountain was pretty cute, a human with long flowing hair leaning into the arms of a Pok¨¦mon half on fire and half covered in blocky ice. All the surroundingwns probably made some kind of shape from above, but Morgan was the one with the wings. Brandy was just thankful there would be a lot of space toy everything out. Spitfire bounced eagerly as they approached, and she looked just as impressive outdoors. The massive snakedy was long enough to curl her blood-red tail all the way around the fountain and still have plenty left to wag in the air. Morgan had perched on the very end of her tail as it wagged, holding onto her hat andughing as she swung about. "Maids! Maids! Maids!" Spitfire chanted. "I can''t wait. I can''t wait!" Brandy raised an eyebrow at Morgan. Spitfire didn''t look calmed down at all. If anything, her golden eyes were zing brighter than when they''d gone to the gym. ze was also there, lying over the barrel of Spitfire''s tail. Her blonde hair trailed out in a damp mess, and her skin glistened with sweat. The heat from Spitfire''s body had heated her up so much that actual steam wasing off her body. The gorgeous Nails Cinnamon sitting beside her, one tail slipped under her to be used as a pillow to hug as the other eight used spoons todle water onto ze''s body. All she had left on was a bra and an incredibly tight pair of shorts, a pile of clothes ditched off to one side next to a bundle of wrapped packages. ze looked half-dead, suspiciously like a giant snakedy had just fucked her absolutely senseless. Brandy looked up at Spitfire''s gleeful grin, the golden ribbons in her red hair fluttering as she bobbed up and down with excitement and mentally added "Getting destroyed by a scorching hot snakedy" to her day''s n. "I''m d you came," Cinnamon said as her tails dipped into a jug of water and twirled around each other to drip cold water on ze''s back. "If she waited any longer, she was going to explode." "Morgan''s been telling us how good you looked, and I can''t wait to see it. Cannot. Wait." Brandy shot Morgan a look, and Morgan waved a wing to the groaning ze. "Imagine what would have happened if she saw this without a warning." Good point, but Brandy felt Morgan had enjoyed telling them more than helping smooth the wheels for what was toe. Especially because Cinnamon was watching her thoughtfully with those prating red eyes. The Nails seemed ratherposed for a Fire Type, but that made her a different danger for derailing the day. A rumbling Volcano that might explode if the pressure built up too high. ze mewled as more water hit her back and dripped to hiss off Spitfire''s tail, raising a fist. "Brandy Joyce, I know this is your fault." "We only just got here," Calcine said. "It can''t be us." "Morgan''s your Pok¨¦mon!" ze got up onto her elbows and pushed the licks of me-tinted hair out of her face. "You should have controlled her." "ze!" Morgan gasped as she hopped off Spitfire''s tail, "I didn''t do anything to you. That was all Spitfire." Morgan covered her mouth with a wing to hide her smile as she leaned into ze. "Maybe you should have controlled her better." Pure, ice-cold horror dripped down Brandy''s spine. Could you be banned from trying for a badge? Had a Gym Leader ever murdered someone? ze snorted and waggled her fingers at Morgan, and Brandy sighed in relief. "Cinnamon, Imprison her. You know what to do." Morgan went down with a squawk as a swarm of foxtails wrapped around her and dragged her to the ground. Then she began to make warbling moans that really made Brandy wonder just how flexible Nail tails were. What would they do to a human woman? Could she pencil in getting destroyed by a hot foxdy too? No, probably not. But the thought of it was still exciting. "Anyway!" ze pped her hands and rolled off Spitfire, "We have apany barbecue to get started. Let''s not dy any longer. Strip and get into your outfits." "Oh, yes, please," Spitfire growled as she tossed the packages by ze''s clothes to Brandy and her Partner. "I''ve heard all about it. I want to see it." Calcine opened the package neatly as Sparky tore hers open. There was nothing to do but join them, getting the maid dresses on while everyone drank the sight in. "Morgan didn''t do it justice." Spitfire sighed as Brandy rolled up her socks. "Short dresses are so perfect." "Right?" Sparky nodded, "You got good taste, Spits." "Oh, I''ve tasted Brandy before, and she was delicious. You''re all spoiled." "We are," Calcine smiled as she tied off her belts and helped Brandy get her ruffly shoulder pieces on right. "She''s something special." "Can you wait till after the Barbecue?" Brandy said, adjusting her maid hat. What even was a maid hat for? It seemed so useless. "I really want this to be a sess for you and me." "I''ll try to bite it down, but I''m going to think about those legs the whole time." Spitfire grinned. "She cooks better when she''s thirsty," Cinnamon said, sitting atop Morgan, still buried under a pile of fluffy tails. "She wants to impress pretty girls." "You''re super impressive without it," Brandy said, leaning up to pat the side of Spitfire''s massive chest. "But we''re going to make this a sess anyway." Spitfire grabbed Brandy''s wrist, squeezing it as she stared down at Brandy, fire rolling in those yellow and red eyes. She licked her lips, chest heaving as she held Brandy up on tiptoes. Butterflies swam in Brandy''s stomach, and she swallowed a lump in her throat. "Sparky Bug Bite," Brandy said. "What?" Spitfire said, her moment of confusion all the opening Sparky needed. Sparky was on Spitfire in a second. Spitfire let go of Brandy with a yelp that broke into an orgasmic moan as Sparky sunk her fangs in, cackling as she held onto Spitfire''s side. "Spitfire Bug Bite," ze said, a little too vengefully smug for Brandy''s liking. Spitfire swept her up in her arm, looked down at Sparky''s exposed thighs in her tight maid dress, and chomped down on one, making Sparky moan madly in turn. Oh, there was no way she was having that. "Sparky, Bug Bite harder!" Chomp chomp, Spitfire''s iling tail knocked Cinnamon off Morgan, who crawled out of there with her feathered ruffled. While Spitfire held onto Sparky''s leg and shook her like a chew toy. "Spitfire, don''t give up! Bug Bite her back!" "Sparky her boobs exposed, Bug Bite that!" "Ditch the thigh Spitfire, Bug Bite that tummy!" Calcine had set up half the tables before Spitfire and Sparky copsed into an exhausted heap together, both panting little buzzing breaths as they shakily clung to each other. Someone had to do the work. 154 – A Little Too Spicy 154 ¨C A Little Too Spicy Brandy had to give it to Morgan that she probably had helped. The maid dresses had Spitfire worked up, but getting her to release some of that pressure on ze meant she could focus enough to walk them through the day. ze would stay near the fountain and act as the event hub, while Brandy and her team would run back and forth, delivering orders. "What about Lixi?" Sparky said innocently, leaning to the side so far she almost tipped over. "Is sheing out to help?" ze was lying in a pile of Cinnamon tails, looking serene as Cinnamon fussed with her. She answered in azy drawl. "I''m not about to sabotage you all. Lixi would distract you all far too much. If things are going badly and you need me to salvage the event, I''ll bring her out, but I hope you can manage without her." "Aw," Sparky''s shoulders sank. "Where am I going to get my Carkol eye candy?" Calcine hip bumped Sparky. "I''m right here." "Ah! Permission to stare at your butt the entire day, I''ll take it." "Denied." Morgan covered Sparky''s eyes with her wings. "I want a piece of eye candy, too. Don''t let me be the only one suffering." "I have enough butt for you both to stare at." Calcine grinned, "It''s an Evolved butt." Brandy pinched her nose. Today was going to be a tough day. "Look at our daughter!" Scoria yelled in a breathless rush. "She looks so professional." Oh, cool, it gets worse! "Mom! Other Mom!" Brandy held her hands up. "This is a gym challenge. You can''t embarrass me." "I would never embarrass my little Larvesta," Scoria lied, fluttering over to wrap Brandy up in a hug. Her Pok¨¦-mom was a warm, soft hug that was hard not to enjoy, but Brandy made her best effort. Arms iling as she tries to escape the proud, crushing grip of the Volcarona. "Scoria! Stop!" Brandy wheezed. "I can''t breathe!" "Then you''ll have to inherit quickly!" Scoria cooed, rubbing her cheek into the top of Brandy''s head. "Because I can''t resist such a cute girl." "Scoria! Let go of me," Brandy whined. "You''re going to rumple my outfit, and we just got them!" "Fenny, look!" Scoria cried out, hugging Brandy tighter as she turned to show her wife. "Look at our perfect daughter!" "Mom, seriously, please." Brandy groaned, but she might as well have been talking to a wall. "She''s so fancy." Fenny waddled over to wrap her arms around both of them, her hug gentler than Scoria''s. Her eyes were barely open, and sheid her head against Brandy''s like a pillow. "Fabric''s so soft. Comfy." "Are you okay, Ms. Joyce?" ze said, "You look a little ill." "I''ve never felt better," Fenny yawned and kneaded Brandy''s outfit, fluffing it up. "Basking in the warmth of family." "How''s the Babying along?" Sparky asked innocently, "I guess it''s only been a day. It''s not like you''ve been doing nothing but fucking since west met." Fenny''s single puff of augh as reply became more of a nasal snore. "Let me just-" Calcine halted the sentence there, carefully picked Fenny off Brandy, and thenid her over Spitfire''s tail. Fenny stretched out and sighed happily at the warmth of it. "Scoria, can we have Brandy back, please? We do need her." Brandy couldn''t escape a kiss on both cheeks from the excitable Volcarona, and she could feel the lipstick sticking. She''d have to remember to wash that off. "Thank you all for doing this," Scoria said, so happy the tips of her wings were buzzing as she fluttered them. "I''ve never kept Fenny from her work, but having a family day for Nexus feels extra special. They''re all working so hard here to help foster difficult rtionships. Making it a bit easier to manage their own is the least we can do." Ugh. It was so sappy, but being mad at Scoria for having a big heart was hard. As deathly embarrassing as the moth mom was, it often came from genuine enthusiasm. Most of the time. She was a Bug, after all. "I love you, Mom," Brandy sighed and wrapped her arms around Scoria''s neck and hugged her back before managing to worm free. "Love you too, my sweet girl," Scoria said with a bow, her ck spotted wings fluttering out behind her. "Can''t wait to make you a sister." "Yeaaaah," Fenny groaned. "Can''t wait. But barbecue." "I think Fenny could do with some food," Calcine said, pushing Brandy towards her. "Practice the first order? You ready, Spitfire?" "I don''t see why not," Spitfire replied, carefully picking Fenny up and cradling her against her chest. "Curse my weakness for Fire boobs," Fenny grumbled as she snuggled into Spitfire''s rather impressive bust. The snakedy just grinned at Scoria as her eyebrow arched up further and further. Then she gave Fenny''s butt a firm squeeze, making the human gasp, and Spitfire poked her tongue out at Scoria. Bug types. No saving them from themselves. But Brandy tried. "What do you want to eat, Mom?" Brandy said and rattled off the options. They''d kept it simple: a mix of meat, vegetable, and berry kebabs, a few bowls of soup for the less hungry, and some chips and dip that didn''t need cooking. All easy to transport and simple to make. Today was going to be hard enough without making more work for themselves. "I like hot food." Fenny mumbled, "But I don''t think you can do it hot enough for how I like it?" "Really?" Spitfire said, trailing a finger through Fenny''s hair. "You think I''m not hot enough?" "Nobody can match up to my Scoria." "Really," Spitfire hissed. "Nobody can." "Her worst is your best, sorry. But you can try!" Spitfire held Fenny tight while making the angriest kebab Brandy had ever seen grilled. Hot sauce and peppers rolled into the meat and fried. Sparky started walking back, shielding her eyes as the scent filled the air. "I see where Brandy gets a lot of things now," Morgan said. "Fenny can really motivate a Pok¨¦mon." "She''s going to melt!" Sparky gagged, "Ugh, it burns from here!" "You''ve not seen a true me," Spitfire said, flipping the meat and thering it with the most noxious-smelling chili oil Brandy had ever caught a whiff of. It wasn''t even a scent, really. It was more of a feeling. A promise of tongue-melting pain. "Fenny, you can''t actually n to eat this?" ze said from her fluffy pile, covering her eyes and groaning when Fenny nodded. "Joyces are going to be the death of me." Fenny''s eyes were shining, and she was salivating as Spitfire gave Brandy the kebab skewer so Brandy could give Fenny a polite curtsey and then offer her up her deadly order. "I can''t watch," Sparky had her face in her hands, her watering eyes peeking through her fingers. "This is inhumane." "My wife can handle it," Scoria said, hands over her heart. "She can take anything." Fenny took a massive bite of the kebab, bitting off several chunks at once. A brief gust of wind kicked up before Brandy to hold back any sauce ssh. Then Fenny just sat there. Eyes wide, her face slowly turning red. She chewed very slowly, swallowed with one gulp, opened her mouth, and lolled her tongue out. "Not bad," she said, voice weak. She opened her mouth to bite again and got a mouthful of Spitfire''s finger instead. "If I put a ss of water on your head right now, it''d boil." "Nuh-uh," Fenny said, sweat pouring off her forehead. "It''s a bit spicy, but I''ve had hotter." Brandy tried not to wince. Fenny wasn''t usually this bad, but her loyalty to Scoria was writing spicy food cheques even her mother''s iron tongue couldn''t cash. At least it''d get her a break from Scoria for a little bit. Even the Fire Bug probably couldn''t handle that stuff. Hrm. There was an opportunity here, a way to have Morgan and Sparky focus without lusting after Calcine and herself the entire time. It just required a terrible sacrifice. Well, Fenny was her mom, and a good one at that. It''s time for Brandy to pay a little of that back. "She should share it," Brandy said. "So we can all know what it tastes like. See if we should rmend it to others." "Nope." Sparky shook her head and waved her hands. "That''s not happening." "Calcine, Morgan?" "Sure," Calcine said, holding out a hand. "Morgan? You got the guts for it?" "Hah! No chance." Morgan tipped her hat to Calcine. "I''ll fight you on things I care about. Incinerating my mouth isn''t one of them. This is all you and Brandy." "Fine," Calcine took the kebab and bit off most of what was left before giving thest few chunks to Brandy. It didn''t make Brandy any more confident that Calcine''s skin glowed with orange lines of fire, and a few licks of me leaked out of her mouth. "It is pretty good. I like that you bnced the heat out with a touch of honey." Sparky rubbed the sides of her head and blinked rapidly. Even the sight of this hurt her. "Incredible how good her tongue is, and she only uses it for evil." Brandy looked at what was left. She could just ditch it. She didn''t actually have to do this. But Fenny was still breathing hard while trying to look like she was coping, and she just knew the love-struck fool would finish it off to prove she loved Scoria''s spicy cooking more. The things she did for her family and a gym badge. Brandy took a deep breath and bit into a chunk of meat. Brandy saw Morgan''s wings twitch with each chew, her body shivering in ce as the taste spread across her mouth. The heat cameter, a soft, warm glow that initially felt pleasant but grew and grew until it felt like she was trying to deepthroat a Magcargo. Her eyes teared up as she choked it all down. Then coughed, the heat filling her whole body. It was all she could do to keep a straight face and not start drooling like Fenny. "That''s not bad." Brandy wheezed, handing the rest off to her mom. "Really good. Really really good. I hope somebody orders this." "No!" ze yelled. "Don''t you dare make another. I''m not having you putting an entire business in the Pok¨¦-center. No encouraging anyone to eat horrendously spicy food." "That''s not against the rules," Morgan said, head tilted up imperiously. "I can fail you for any reason I want! Mass poisoning is definitely one of those reasons. Only do it if they''ve got a powerful Fire inheritance, and even then." she looked at the sweating Fenny. "Maybe not even then." "I''m fine." Fenny groaned. "I can handle it." "She can handle me, and I''m the spiciest thing here," Scoria smirked as Fenny nuzzled into the fluff around her neck. "I''ll get your parents sat down and a pint of milk for our Spitfire doubter," ze said, reluctantly crawling out of her Cinnamon tail fluff prison. "Get ready to serve. People will be turning up any minute." Scoria was already helping Fenny as they went off, kissing her to help lick some of the spice out of her mouth. Terror. Hopefully, she''d let Fenny have a rest today. It''d be embarrassing to take her mom to the Pok¨¦-center. "I can''t believe you did that," Sparky said, patting Brandy''s butt as they picked up trays. "You got a glow to you like Calcine." "Family does stupid things sometimes." Brandy smiled and leaned back into Sparky''s hand. It was time to test if her natural repel spray had worked. "Give me a kiss." "No! Spicy mouth! I''m not kissing you until we catch up with Maple, and she has Mahi powerwash your mouth out." "Oh,e on," Brandy pouted. "One little kiss. Morgan would kiss me." "Absolutely not." Morgan cut in. "Find a Pok¨¦mon with a ceramic tongue to make out with. We can kiss again when you''re not spicy. Now go! Scoot! I can''t touch, but I can still enjoy those legs moving!" This was the best n. Brandy just had to hide the tears while she flirted and remember her tongue was wickedly spicy. It''s not like there''d be anyone so pretty here she''d forget. Brandy knew she was bad, but she wasn''t that bad. Five people into serving, she finally remembered Scoria''s lipstick was all over her cheeks. But that didn''t count. She would remember the spicy tongue! 155 – Service With a Smile 155 ¨C Service With a Smile "Looks delicious." the tall Pok¨¦mon''s gold rings jingled along her long horns as she purred out thepliment. Her big, puffy brown hair flowed around her horns as she shamelessly looked Brandy up and down. "I can''t wait to get my hands on that." Brandy smiled as she leaned in to slide the tes of piping hot food off her arms. The Pok¨¦mon tightened her grip on her Trainer, a cute, dark-skinned little thing with an afro of her own tucked away in those massive, powerful arms. She locked her eyes on the pair, the human blushing simply by looking at Brandy as the Bouffnt roved hungry yellow eyes down Brandy''s bent body. The ck lines bleeding down from the Bouffnt''s eyes in clean lines, coupled with a powerful body that looked like it could fold Brandy into a cube if it wanted to, made her look like some kind of show wrestler. She was absolutely gorgeous, and only a few days ago, Brandy would have been wet putty this close up to her. "Two Berry and Beef skewers," Brand said with a wink to the human. She tucked her head into her Partner''s chest with a bite of her bottom lip and an adorable smile. "You''re going to share them, right? I don''t know how you''ll find time to eat it with pretty lips that close." "We''ll manage somehow," the Bouffnt hummed. "But there''s so much here. Do you want to help us?" "I am here and happy to serve you both," Brandy said with a polite giggle as she set her tray down on the table. Brandy flicked her skirt up as she leaned forward and enjoyed the huffed snort of lust she got. Pressed her hand to the Bouffnt''s side, she slid her hand over their body, enjoying the feeling of the firm muscles as the horned woman''s gaze followed the hand''s path until it found her Partner''s side. Brandy''s eyes wandered back to the human she was sharing ap with. The poor woman was easily a head shorter than Brandy, sweating bullets with nervous excitement at suddenly being inches away from some top-tier maid bust. She was looking up at Brandy in awe with shy, beautiful brown eyes, and even if she hadn''t intended it, they immediately stole Brandy''s heart. It was just how worshiping they were, shining like Brandy was some kind of maid goddess from a realm of hotness so far beyond her. All the poor human could do was sit there in reverent silence. It was strange, but her flirting making women feel like this made Brandy feel so damn powerful. She''d initially struggled with Velvet to find her voice in situations like this, but all that practice had helped her see the real truth. She had the power to show women a good time, and it''d be a tragic waste not to use that power they gave her. "Your Partner''s so pretty," Brandy said to the Bouffnt as she took a skewer. "But of course, she''d have to be to steal the heart of a Pok¨¦mon like you." The Bouffntughed, "Everyone loves my precious Marigold. Isn''t she the best? She''s strained her voice and is resting today, but you wouldn''t believe the things she can do with her tongue." Marigold blushed, patting the Bouffnt''s chest with a p, the massive chest wobbling against both their bodies. "I''ll try to rest her throat, but Spitfire''s food is delicious. Try a small bite?" Brandyughed and turned her attention to the skewers, pulling the first bit of meat off the sticks and bringing it toward Marigold''s mouth. The Bouffnt watched her every movement as Brandy parted Marigold''s lips and slid the juicy morsel inside. Marigold sucked on the meat, shivering happily as the juices ran down her throat before she sucked in the rest of it and Brandy''s fingers too. It oddly seemed to give her some confidence, her brown eyes hardening as she stared down her hand and licked Brandy''s fingers clean one by one. The Bouffnt wasn''t a subtle woman. She was a big girl in plenty of ways, and that length hardening against Brandy''s thigh clearly showed she loved what she saw. "So hot. Look at her, she''s so fucking good. Bet you can work out how she lost her voice." Marigold sucked off Brandy''s fingers, and it made her tremble inside. She was really good with her mouth. It reminded her of Pip, some kind of dicksucking virtuoso. Nexus was apany where they pushed what was possible with inheritance, was Marigold''s job really to suck dicks beyond the limits of a regr woman''s jaw? It made Brandy ache a little as Marigold finished skillfully cleaning off her fingers. Stupid lucky Pok¨¦mon and their cocks. Why couldn''t Brandy have one? Just to try out now and then. She''d use it responsibly. Well. Mostly responsibly. "I know she''s a treasure, but I think I should get a piece to eat." the Bouffnt growled. "I''m feeling a hunger." Brandy needed to slink out of the situation soon, or she would end up bent over a table. ze setting her a challenge where she has to avoid that fate was so evil. Maybe she could speed this up a little? "Do you want hot sauce with it?" Brandy poked out her tongue, "I came pre-loaded." "I can take the heat," the Bouffnt squeezing both Brandy''s and Marigold''s asses as her grins widened. "ther it on." Brandy did as she was told, loading up a fried berry piece as the Bouffnt and Marigold watched with barely contained anticipation. When the Bouffnt felt she''d poured enough, she moved in and proved herself a messy eater as she bit into the Berry while it was still on the skewer. Sticky trails of juice and spicy sauce dripped down her face as she mauled the Berry, her eyes fixed on Brandy. Brandy''s insides couldn''t help but squirm. Not fair. That should be her! She controlled the Berry skewer and used it as a guide, steering the Bouffnt into Marigold. She went through the berry piece in seconds. She was on Marigold in a feeding frenzy, the two sharing an incredibly spicy kiss as Marigold had her throat taken by Bouffnt tongue, squeezed between all those muscles into a content little ball of pure joy. Brandy poured a ss of water over them to help cool the spice off, pawing at each other''s wet clothes with gurgled moans. Another satisfied couple! Brandy extracted herself and tried to clean up with some napkins. It was slow progress, but they were working their way through the tables. Hopefully, the others were working hard too! --- "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" It was a quiet scream but persistent. Sparky couldn''t yell louder because she''d bnced her tray on her breasts, and if it shook any more, it''d fall. Her tormentors were so fucking hot, too, both physically and literally. The Pok¨¦mon''s naked body was made entirely of white wax, but not a lot of it, so her body had been shaped into something not that far from Sparky''s own figure. Short but stacked, with white hair that dripped down from her head in messy curls. The hot wax of the pure white Pok¨¦mon''s chest flowed over Sparky''s hands. Fondling breasts usually didn''t involve going all in, and maybe if it wasn''t a Ghost, Sparky could have appreciated the weirdness of it. It didn''t burn. The heat was at the delicious point a sauna can reach where it warmed your very core, making Sparky want to squirm to try to work it out and take a cool breath. Staring into the brilliant blue me eyes certainly didn''t help her chill out. Why did she have to get the ghost? "I can''t believe she''s brought us the wrong order," the wax Pok¨¦mon tutted. "So naughty." "A terror," the pale-skinned Trainer said. She was wearing a leather corset, was almost as tall as Brandy, and had a stern ''I will crush you like the bug you are'' expression that had drawn Sparky in like a moth to the me. She''d been hoping to tease her a bit, try to charm her, or at least encourage her to squeeze Sparky for being so cheeky, but it had backfired fast. The wax Pok¨¦mon raised a hand to Sparky''s mouth and poked those soft fingers against Sparky''s teeth. "You''re lucky you''re such a treat on the eyes, or I''d have you so inside me right now you''d ruin your sexy outfit." she pulled Sparky closer, the blue mes burning bright in her eyes. "I''d puppet you to eat out my goddess as an apology until your tongue went numb." "aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Sparky replied. Ghosts were fucking insane. Sparky couldn''t deal with them. Her usual teasing couldn''t contend with absolute fucking crazy. "You''re going to get the order right when you return," the Wax Pok¨¦mon said. "I''m not going to have to make you do it right, am I? Oh, ho ho. Please say I have to make you. I want to make you." "aaaaaaaa?" Sparky yelped, her tray trembling. Fuck, it wasn''t fair how sexy horror was. "Go try again, and if youe back with the wrong order, Curse will be the least of your problems. I will get deeper in you than you thought possible and make you really scream." Sparky walked away unsteadily, mind spinning and trying to keep her erection pushed down into her stockings. Did she behave? Or did she push her luck? She''d never had to actually consider the option before. Fucking Ghosts. Fucking Impossibly hot Ghost Trainers. Fuck this wasn''t fair! At least Morgan was probably also having a tough time. Sparky couldn''t see her taking to a service job easily. --- "Aren''t you two precious?" Morgan said as she leaned over the table. A pink-haired human hugged her green-haired deer-horned Partner, both of them wide-eyed as Morgan''s red eyes shined out from the shadow of her hat brim. "You ever seen a Murkrow before?" They both shook their heads. "Then enjoy the sight!" she reached out, stroking her wing under their chins, raising and lowering their heads to make them take her all in. "I''m beautiful, aren''t I?" They both nodded their heads. "You want to sink your hands into my feathers, don''t you? Feel how soft they really are?" They both nodded their heads. Vigorously. "Good girls." Being a maid was so easy. Morgan didn''t even need the tray. They just ate right out of her hands. She''d make Head Maid for sure. The others didn''t even realize they were in thepetition, even if Calcine acted like she''d already won. --- "Three mixed berry and meat kabobs, two lentil soups with peri sauce, one Pinap Berry soup with fish kes, two chips and dip, a seared fish stake in the shape of a heart, a heart poffin bacon wrap, a hearty meat soup, and two jugs lemonade." Calcine''s tray was piled so high it would have tumbled if her arm wasn''t so rock steady. She just set it all down right in front of a cat-eared, blue-haired woman with a round figure that towered over Calcine and dominated her entire bench. A tiny little pink bow was tied among her shaggy mane of hair. Her Trainer was in herp. It was cute that despite the human being much skinnier and shorter, she had the same hair and hoodie as the massive Pok¨¦mon. A matching set. The human had her back against the Pok¨¦mon''s enormous chest and held her belly with both hands, breathing steadily, head held to the sky as she panted out slow breaths. "Does your Partner want something too?" Calcine said. "Crazy you remembered all that. I''m impressed. And no," the Snox said, baring their two fangs in a proud grin and hugging her Trainer. "She''s pretty full right now. I always make sure she''s stuffed." Calcine looked at the pudgy belly of the Trainerpared to her skinny arms. The breathy moan as she stirred in the Snox''sp, and her limbs twitched. Oh. That bulging stomach wasn''t fat. Goodness. Calcine gave a bow. "If you need anything else, just ask." "I will," the Snox grinned. "I always make sure she gets her fill. But I''ll give you a chance to serve some others. You go knock them dead." Calcine looked to the next table. Which seemed to be three excitable Zigzagoons absolutely savaging a punk-haired trainer trying to rub their furry bellies as they chewed off theyers of her outfit. She had a sneaky suspicion everyone was leaving the difficult tables to her. Calcine cracked her knuckles and adjusted her maid bo. Good. She''d rise up to handle the difficult challenges, however they came. If she could bear the burden of the others and ease the day, she''d feel aplished. Determined and, more importantly, mostly bite-proof, Calcine threw herself back into her work. 156 – A Wrinkle in the Fabric 156 ¨C A Wrinkle in the Fabric Spitfire had sent them to fetch more food for the barbecue. It''d proved so popr more and more people had turned upte. That Emolga and her trainer had even made good on the promise to do a food review and had been enthusiastically giving Spitfire an interview as she worked. They''d have probably drowned in work, even with a flirting n to keep people too kissy to bother them. thankfully Cinnamon had jumped in to help them, and ze hadn''t stopped her. The Nales'' ability to serve three tables and charm five more was a huge help. Brandy was starting to think ze just wanted to make Spitfire''s day, and the test was more of a formality. She didn''t mind if that was the truth. It was nice to have a n that just worked out. The inside of the Nexus building was a pleasant coolness to the sunny day outside, and Brandy wasn''t going to get to enjoy it for long. She let it wash over, her eyes closed and head up as she felt the simmering heat in her ebb a little. "It''s going really well," Calcine said, adjusting her apron. It had been chewed around the edges and torn by ws in one corner, but it was still mostly intact. Scuffed battle maid Calcine was a not insignificant part of why Brandy was feeling the heat right now. She wore the damage with pride. Hopefully, the Maon Trio could recycle itter. It''d be a shame not to enjoy Calcine''s maid dress properly. "Everyone''s been working hard," Brandy smiled. "You especially. You can rx. You don''t have to win me this badge." "I absolutely do," Calcine lightly punched Brandy''s arm. "I want to celebrate with a two-badge trainer." "Oh, got ns for me, do you?" Brandy said as she pulled open the cafeteria doors. "Too many ns recently," Calcine grinned. "I''m going to freestyle it." Brandy had an answer ready but paused as she looked over the cafeteria. Empty, of course. The lights were off, and the tables were all stacked on one side of the room. The only light was a thin line of sunlight from the crack in the window shutters. "Is something wrong?" Calcine said. What was wrong? Something was making Brandy''s arms itch. A missing something to the building that made it feel dead. Dead? "Where''s Pix?" Brandy said, "Shouldn''t she have turned on the lights for us?" Brandy cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled into the empty cafeteria, "Pix! I know you can''t sleep. Are you there?" Nothing. Weird. "Maybe she''s snuck out again." Calcine shrugged. "Probably. Someone''s going to be mad." Brandy smirked. "She deserves it though. She works too hard." "You do love hard." Brandy''s turn to punch Calcine''s arm. She might as well have punched a wall for all the good it did her. The Carkol grabbed her fist and kissed the knuckles. "Need to toughen you up. Sparky''s ahead in inheritance. You need some fire in your blood and obsidian in your skin." Brandy turned her head away from Calcine as she bit her lip. She knew she was blushing. Calcine could do that effortlessly. Brandy felt like she had inherited from the Carkol; there was a furnace in her chest, and her Partner''s obvious love for her was making the coals glow red hot. The heart beating faster, thump, thump, thump. Brandy had been having a perfect day strutting her stuff, but it was nice to be reminded she had a long way to go yet. Not that losing control was an unpleasant feeling, far from it. No wonder so many Trainers tried to capture a Legendary before settling down. Onest chance to make the blood rush and the heart drum when faced with something so much stronger than you. Arceus. She really was lucky to have such strong Partners she needed to match up to. Not to mention Mercury was out there, somewhere, training up to fuck her brains out. Brandy shook herself. No time for all this schmaltzy stuff. Focus. She took Calcine''s hand. Her fingers curled through Calcine''s, the Carkol''s grip a pleasant warmth. Her skin was hard, but that gave it a protectiveness that made Brandy''s insides flutter. "You''re so worked up," Calcine said, blunt as always. "All that flirting has gotten to you." "Maybe you''re the one doing it." "Maybe," Calcine said as they pushed through the doors to enter the kitchen, "I have a Fire Badge. Makes me a big deal. Maybe we got a few minutes to show you what we can do with our tongues." The wet ssh of Brandy''s boots made Calcine hiss in shock as water slipped through tears in her white tights and hit her thighs, sizzling off her skin. The kitchen floor was a mess. Puddles of water covered the floor, and the air was thick with the smell of damp. "Shit," Calcine said, holding Brandy''s hand firmly to help her keep her bnce against the slippery tile. "The food! The freezers aren''t on." "Pix!" Brandy called out, "Pix, are you in here?! What''s going on?" No answer. Something was very wrong. "There''s no way Pix would let something like this happen." Brandy said, "We should go get my Mom." Calcine sighed. "I suppose the meat will still be fine, even if it''s half defrosted. Let''s leave it. It''s too wet in here to carry it out." Brandy wasn''t sure it mattered anymore. Something happening to Pix was a way bigger deal than any Barbecue problem. They raced out of the cafeteria back to the entrance but were halfway along a corridor when a voice suddenly blurted out. "No Running In the Halls!" Brandy and Calcine didn''t stop, and ck and purple shadowy tendrils rose from the ground and grabbed their legs, holding them fast. "Curse," Brandy said. The Move was a well-known one by Trainers due to how annoying it was to deal with. "Listen to her orders or get punished. We can be all Morgan about it." Which meant they could cheat. But Brandy didn''t want to say that out loud. Morgan had taught her to hide her hand during that strip game on the train. It hadn''t helped, but it was a valuable thing to know. "I do love punishing!" a cheerful voice called out, loud and all around them. "You''re not going anywhere." The lights flickered, and then two giant red eyes glowed on the wall, using the same screens Pix used to talk to people. The pupils were slits, like a coin slot, and there was a point to the top of the pupil like something with cutouts had been pulled over it. A hood? It was so familiar, a look on the tip of Brandy''s tongue. "Boo." the voice said, the word rippling in the air and tingling the spine. Calcine threw a vase at the screen, the water exploding over the screen and making it sizzle. "Dohohoho! Fiesty!" the red eyes appeared on the other side. Brandy knew where the button was to turn the screen off and leaned down to do it. "STOP TURNING MY SCREENS OFF." The Curse hit like a hammer blow, but the Move had a second weakness beyond being yful with the wording. It could only issue onemand at a time, so the tendrils around their legs frayed and faded in a few short moments, and they both took off at a run for the doors. The eyes appeared ahead of them like the door was its mouth, and they looked absolutely gleeful. "Nah Nah. I''m not letting you leave here so easily. You''re in my house now, and there are rules." The room trembled, and then furniture flew everywhere, smashing off each other as it piled up in front of them, blocking them from the exit. Calcine threw her arms around Brandy, shielding her from splinters and acting as a bulwark against the tidal wave of office furniture. By the time the crashing stopped, the way ahead was a barricade of sofas, desks, and spluttering printers. "That was loud. Everyone''s going toe running," Calcine said. "Best you leave before they do." A smile appeared on the wall, like white piano keys, with a little zipper hanging off the edge. Well, at least Brandy knew what she was dealing with now. "You''d think so," the Bte said, her voice crackling with malice. "But I have a lot of control right now. This ce has really good noise-dampening. The things they do here are a bit loud, you know? I can just snip it all off. It''s just me and you two." Brandy couldn''t help but feel Fenny might have been responsible for that feature. Brandy was very, very familiar with how loud she could be. Her poor bedroom wall had never done the job. Still, she had to hope something had got out. She''d have to stall until they could think of another exit. "Liar, it''s not just us. Pix is here too." Brandy said. You''re a Bte, and you''re using Role y. Taken Pix''s possessing ability." "Dohoho! What a smart girl! But are you smart enough to sit your ass down and wait until I''m done?" The smile on the wall grew bigger, looming over them. "Or are you going to force me to make you? Because I want to make you." Calcine cracked her knuckles. "I can break a building if I have to. Let us out, or I''m going to find your puppet body. I''ve got me Charge now, and I haven''t had a chance to use it yet. I bet it''ll burn real nice, and then I will stick you in a dishrag and use you to clean up this mess." The Bte blinked, shrinking back into the screen, and their eyes disappeared. "Gone?" Calcine said. "She''s with someone. Popped out to speak to them. She''s going toe back and jump us soon," Brandy said, her voice low, putting her back to Calcine. "Ghost Types don''t back down. We could really use Morgan for this one." "She''ll be mad she missed it," Calcine whispered back. "The Bte will have her puppet body somewhere in the building. How are we going to find it?" "It''ll be in the control room. That''s where Pix would have been spat out. We just got to get there." Brandy took a few steps down the corridor, Calcine following in her shadow. "It''s .... at the top of the building." They both looked to the Elevator. Then, after a moment of thinking about how that''d go with a crazed poltergeist controlling the building, looked at the stairs instead. "We could try to find a different exit. That''s a lot of steps," Calcine said in a hushed tone. "A lot." "You wanted to harden my body up." Brandy smiled. "She''s expecting us to try to break out. We''ll have more luck finding a window higher up to smash and alert everyone, even if we can''t reach the control room. And cardio can''t hurt, right?" "That really depends on what she decides to throw at us." Calcine opened the stairwell door and looked up the long, winding stairs. "We can make it. Let''s get moving. I''ll help push through anything in the way." "Including walls? Rock Tomb is still good for doing that?" "Rock Tomb is very good for doing that." Calcine nodded. "But let''s not go crazy and copse the building. I was bluffing.." "But you could do it?" Calcine flexed her arm. "Kind of a big deal." Brandy pped her on the butt and pushed her forward. They had a long way to go, and she was pretty sure the Bte wouldn''t make it easy on them. 157 – A Thorny Problem 157 ¨C A Thorny Problem Brandy was deeply thankful the maid dress had a short skirt rather than the long folds like Morgans. Because she would have died going up all these stairs in that thing. Most people in Nexus didn''t use the stairs, so they were more of an afterthought. A tall, narrow tower working its way up the building, cramped and lit mainly by fluorescent strips. It might have been an unpleasant environment, but it had an upside. Pix''s screens weren''t in here, so the Bte couldn''t pop up to taunt them and possibly couldn''t spy on them? Brandy really wished she knew more details on how Pix worked precisely. Or why was the Bte even doing this? It seemed a bit more than just a prank. It couldn''t be a coincidence they''d taken over the building at the same time everyone was out enjoying the barbecue. "How... many more flights?" Brandy panted. She was fit, and inheritance had only made her fitter. Still, she didn''t have a Pok¨¦mon''s near inexhaustible stamina yet. "Twenty-one," Calcine said. "I''m keeping count." Brandy nodded, trying to keep her breathing steady and deep. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Just like Caramel had taught them for Volleyball. "We can take a breather if you want," Calcine offered. "Just a quick one." "No, I''m good." Brandy waved her off. "Let''s keep moving." The pair climbed up the stairs silently for a bit longer before they heard crashing up ahead. It got louder and louder, heavy thumping, and the sharp snaps of things breaking echoed from above. Calcine pushed forward to act as a shield, and Brandy tried to keep up, but she wasn''t sure she''d manage much longer with how much her legs were burning. The thumping and crashing built to a crescendo, and a ball of office furniture rolled right around the corner of the stairs and straight at them. "Smack Down!" Brandy yelled, dropping to lie on the stairs, hoping some of the boulder would miss her if this didn''t work. Calcine''s fist drew back as the boulder approached, her fiery cape fluttering behind her, making her look like a ridiculously heroic figure. A secondter, she swung, the air thrumming as her fist tore through it into the office furniture boulder. A loud crack and a shattering sound filled the air. Brandy''s heart thumped as shey face down against the steps, her hands over her head to protect it. Had that worked? She didn''t feel any pain or anything, just a few shards bouncing off her skin. She risked opening an eye and peering up. Calcine stood there, steam rising off her body as her chest pulled with fire. Her fist was spewing ck smoke, and the boulder remnants spread around her and embedded into the stairwell''s walls. But she was okay, tense and panting for breath, but okay. She turned slowly, looking down at Brandy, who, after a shocked moment, gave her a thumbs up. Calcine''s shoulders slumped, and a smile spread over her face when she saw Brandy was okay. Then, the thumping and crashing began up ahead again. "I got plenty more! Dohohohoho!" a mad cackling came from the building speakers. "Dodge all of these idiots!" "You''ve gotta be kidding me," Calcine hissed, grabbing Brandy and hauling her up, then rushing ahead to kick open the door to the next level. "Come on, let''s try the windows here!" Brandy didn''t need telling twice, scrambling to get through the door before the next boulder tore its way down the stairs. The room on the other side was arge open floor n, rows of desks and workstations stretching across the room with the asional cubicle set aside for Pok¨¦mon who needed the privacy. The windows were all misted with a pink swirling light, giving the room an eerie glow. There was a crash and a shriek as two office chairs tore themselves out from desks and rose, purple energy swirling around them. "This Poltergeist nonsense is getting really old." Calcine sighed as she swept a hand, and the room was bisected with a stone wall that burst up from the floor''s foundations. "Ideas?" "The windows looked like a Psychic move, probably something to shield what''s going on inside once she spotted us," Brandy said, as there were two thumps against Calcine''s sudden Rock Tomb wall. Hopefully, Nexus could fix the damage to their building quickly. This was already a bit of a mess. "She''s trying to stop us going up, so we shouldn''t stop doing that." "The stairs are too dangerous for you, and we''d be crazy to try the lifts," Calcine said, grabbing a chair that began glowing and smashing it against the ground. "I know I said I''d fight a whole building, but I don''t think I can do that safely. We need a n." "Give me a second to think." Calcine fielded furniture while Brandy wracked her brains, keeping in her shadow for safety. It was frustrating Sparky and Morgan weren''t here. Both of them would have made this so much easier. Well, she''d just work with what she had. Btes. Creepy doll like Ghost Pok¨¦mon who could steal other Pok¨¦mon''s abilities. This one had taken Pix''s possessive ability and taken over the entire building, likely so whoever their Partner was could do something while everyone was outside for the barbecue. Annoyingly, Brandy and Spitfire''s sess had made their n easier by clearing the ce out. Flirting was out. Brandy couldn''t flirt with a building. She wouldn''t even know where to begin. So what did she know? The Bte''s moveset they''d seen so far suggested a sneaky fighter. A bit like Morgan, they set up the battlefield to give them all the advantages and then struck when the opponent was powerless. If they could force a confrontation, they''d win, but Pix''s ability to possess the entire building gave the Bte a tremendous advantage. How could Pix do that? Rotom were strong but usually couldn''t possess things much bigger than a fridge. The building must have a unique design to it to allow it. "Calcine, can you feel the building construction?" Brandy said, "Search for anything unusual." Calcine stomped a foot down and closed her eyes, listening to the vibrations. "There''s something like Fenny''s cage, a strange metal?" Well, there we go. The building must be threaded with the same material that Fenny''s scanning cage used. Pix used that to expand her reach to the entire building. "Can you move it?" "Not rock." Calcine said, "Well, not entirely. It feels a little bit like it, but only a little. Not enough." "What about the surrounding floor?" "Oh." Calcine said, stamping her feet and grinning, "That I can do!" With a great roar, the room shuddered. A section buckled, folding upwards like someone had grabbed the floor and tried to bend it like a ying card. "Mom''s going to kill me." Brandy gasped as she watched the room almost fold in half, the sound of metal banging off the floor below as the special struts fell out. A floating desk suddenly dropped to the ground with a smash. Recycle could fix all the damage. Trainer Pok¨¦mon battles would have to be a lot tamer if it couldn''t. However, it would still be an unholy mess to sort out once everything was returned to its original form. The half of the room that was folded over slid back down to form a ramp. Calcine raised a fist to the ceiling at the edge and spread her fingers, a hole ripping open in the floor above. Then she turned and offered a hand to Brandy, grinning. "We''re saving Pix. She''ll have to forgive you." "You''re loving showing off right now," Brandy said, shaking her head as she took the hand. "You make a good dashing hero. See if you can''t get your hands between the floors and rip all the metal from the stairwell. If we trash twenty floors, my mom really will kill us." They scrambled over the pile of furniture this move had made and up the cleared ramp, Calcine keeping an eye on Brandy the whole way in case she needed to grab her. "You''re really not clever, you know!" the speakers wailed. "I''m going to enjoy watching those smiles get wiped off your faces." "She''s mad." Calcine grinned, jamming her hand in the space between floors. "Knows she''s got nothing. We got this." Brandy lifted her head above the hole as she patted Calcine''s shoulder to make sure it was clear. Her nose red as a sweet smell washed over her, and Brandy blinked at what she saw. It looked like the room had been abandoned for decades. Grass grew from the carpet, swaying in waves from the ceiling fans above that wreathed in flowers and raining down petals. Vines twisted over the desks, beautiful flowers blooming along the thick stems. It was beautiful. A botanical gardene to life in what should have been a boring office. "Brandy, you all right?" Calcine asked. Why was she asking that? Brandy rubbed her head, but she felt at ease. The sweet scent wasforting and made her feelpletely at ease. She''d found paradise, and she reached down to squeeze Calcine''s shoulder. "I''m great. Let''s just take a break here. Look at how pretty it is." Brandy smiled. Something scratching in the back of her mind. Orchid? Why was she thinking about the Flower girl from the Grass Gym right now? Calcine raised her head to look in the room just as two beautiful roses bloomed atop a desk. One blue, one red, they were massive, and the nt they were attached to twisted hypnotically in the wind. Brandy wanted to wander over, touch it, hug it, rub it over her skin, but Calcine''s grip on her wrist was like a hot iron. "Brandy, snap out of it!" Calcine yelled in warning as the nt reared back. Her grip got searing hot for just a second that sudden jolt of pain snapping Brandy to her senses. Letting her see the grassy room more clearly. Not a nt, a ntdy, with a green mask over light red eyes, squinting as it picked its shot. Their leafy cape billowed behind them as they raised a long, thorny whip back. "Rock Tomb!" Brandy yelped as she dropped, stone bursting to life before her. The thorn whip just smashed right through it, mming into the stone above her, those sharp points oozing a sickly looking green liquid onto the stone. Calcine swirled her hands to try to reshape the tform they were on to get a footing. Barely started before the nt woman leaped up atop the wall Calcine had made. Her cape billowed behind her as she struck a pose. Rather t-chested but with absolutely massive hips, she gave Brandy a brilliant smile as her petal-like waves of white hair fluttered dramatically. "Once again, the Great Mardi has to pick up where Zipper fails," she said with an ent so stereotypically Kalosian it couldn''t possibly be real. She tipped up her chin imperiously as she struck a dramatic pose. "Mardi will make your Carkol a notch on her whip and you, my pretty redhead, a notch on her bedpost. I hope you feel suitably honored." Great. It couldn''t just be one crazy Pok¨¦mon in the way, could it? No. That''d be too easy. Brandy adjusted her maid hat and bit her lip. This one. This one she could flirt with. Calcine had done all the hard work so far. Time to pull her weight as a Trainer. 158 – A Thorn in the Carkol’s Side 158 ¨C A Thorn in the Carkol¡¯s Side It was usually a little rude to get a Pok¨¦dex shot of a Pok¨¦mon you were about to fight, but in this situation, Brandy was willing to be rude as hell.
"Mardi" the Roserade
Height: 5¡¯ 8¡±
Type: Grass/Poison
Failed Captures: 2
Moves Discovered: Grassy Terrain Petal Blizzard Poison Sting Sweet Scent Toxic Spikes
Sweet. Spiky. A Roserade lover can expect tough days and tougher nights, but it''s so, so worth it. Let her wrap you up in her thorns if you dare.
Sweet Scent exined Brandy''s distraction earlier. She''d have to watch out for that affecting both of them. Snap each other out if they get distracted. Also it said Failed Captures, not Victories? So Mardi didn''t have a Trainer. That was unexpected. Brandy was sure the Mardi and the Bte, Zipper she had called them, were part of a team. This whole thing felt like a Trainer taking advantage of an empty building for nefarious reasons. What would wild Pok¨¦mon want with an empty office? Motivester, fighting now. Mardi''s moves had a lot of terrain control, along with the Bte, which was an oddly matching theme. There were Trainers who specialized in turning the battlefield against the enemy. It was hard to resist advances when the ground itself was trying to wrap you up. Mardi pouted, crossing her arms under the slight swell of her breasts. Brandy tried not to find a bit of smug satisfaction that she was finally starting to outdo Pok¨¦mon in that department. Or was that the Sweet Scent talking? No being smug, she needed to focus. "Spoiling my surprises." she huffed, pacing along the wall Calcine had thrown up. "I''m going to make you squeal for that." "You first," Calcine snarled, punching forward to send a shockwave of fire tearing up into the office above. Mardi hopped backward, leaping off the wall she''d been posing on andnding in the grassy jungle her body had created. The fire didn''t catch, quickly sputtering out as vines withrge leaves curled in to smother it. "I do love a bit of fire. Your Carkol has a lovely smolder to her. It''d be boring if this was easy!" Mardiughed as Brandy and Calcine climbed out of the hole they''d made in the floor and into the room. Properly solid ground was better than standing on the small ramp tform, even if Mardi had an advantage up here. At least Calcine was an excellent advantage here. Mardi was weak to fire, and Calcine was strong against Poison. Types didn''t decide a fightpletely, but good match-ups meant Moves worked better, and it was so much easier to tumble the other side into a bed. A wave of tiny spikes flew out from behind an overgrown desk, thumping into Calcine''s skin as she moved to protect Brandy. Some sizzled up or bounced off, but a few thin thorns stuck. Toxic spikes, Calcine had a little poison in her bloodstream now, and Poison types could have all sorts of unusual effects. That''s the problem with Type Advantage. You''ll lose if you rely on it entirely. For now, Calcine seemed to be brushing it off, but it wouldn''tst. They needed to leverage that Fire weakness, put Mardi down quickly with an orgasm or two, and get back on chasing down the Bte. It was the only real way to stop a Pok¨¦mon intent on being trouble, that or binding them down in something they couldn''t escape. Pain didn''t bother them much, and they didn''t get exhausted easily. Brandy had more than enough experience of that. A brain-melting orgasm was the surest way to cool them off. Sweet Scent made retreat not an option. She''d just keep trying to enthrall them from afar until it finally stuck on them both. "Smokescreen?" Calcine asked, but Brandy shook her head. Too dangerous, Grassy Terrain was a very broad power that let Mardi twist the room to her advantage. They might just end up blinding herself, while she could still see them through the grass they stood on. "The whip is deceptive," Brandys said as she got in under Calcine''s cape, putting her arms around Calcine''s stomach. Sticking close was safest. "She''s a ranged specialist like Sparky and an Ambusher like Morgan." "I didn''t miss them both so much I wanted to fight them," Calcine growled. The frustration made sense. This could be a very annoying fight if they didn''t find a way to flush Mardi out. "Rock Tomb is best. Wall off the exit so she can''t run, then we''ll slowly pen her in so she has to fight us head-on." As stone blocks crashed up out of the floor to block the exit doors off, a leafy flutter of aputer tower and the sh of red and blue flowers was the only warning Brandy got before that thorned whipshed out again, stretching out to flick straight at the center of Calcine''s chest. Mardi clearly didn''t like their n and wanted to keep them busy. Perfect. They couldn''t dodge a hit that quick, but they didn''t need to, not entirely. Brandy pushed Calcine to throw off the shot, and the whip wrapped around Calcine''s arm instead. The thorns all the whip bit through her skin, scratching grooves as Calcine pulled her arm back. Fire dribbled out of the cuts, burning the whip, the vine it was made of beginning to cken. "Rapid Spin, reel her in!" Brandy said, jumping on this bit of luck. She held on as Calcine dug a foot in and twirled, giggling madly as she was swung so fast her legs flew off the ground. They weren''t so lucky as to snatch Mardipletely; the fire-crisped end of her whip broke after the first few spins, but the heavy yank had hauled her out of her cover behind a desk. Mardi''s petals shimmered as the two spun to a stop, holding out the flowers on her wrists, a scything storm of blue and red petals filling the air. "me Charge that!" Brandy said as Calcine grunted, snapping a fist in front of her face, fire spilling out of her arm. A rush of air and rather noisy explosion rattled the windows, making Mardi swear very colorfully in broken Kalosian as her Petal Blizzard turned into a fiery tornado, singing her hair as it washed over her before the petals burnt out. Calcine''s cloak had kept Brandy safe from it, and Brandy hugged it a bit tighter to herself, leaning in to kiss Calcine''s neck. "My hero." Calcine''s eyes were a bright, bright red. Steam came from her mouth as she panted, ignoring Brandy''s kiss. "I''ll make you squeal for that. You''re going to choke on my cock." Calcine snarled, mes licking out of her nostrils and her fingers twitching as she stepped forward, dragging Brandy''s feet along the ground. Shit. Even when Calcine was all fired up, she wasn''t this feisty. The poison was getting to her, making her more aggressive. It made sense. If they had both lost their cool and just charged in, Mardi could have worn them down with attacks from afar. "Calcine! You''re dragging me!" Brandy appealed to the Bond. Hoping she held more sway in Calcine''s heart than the poison for now. "We''ll fuck her after we beat her. Right now, we''re fighting!" "Later?" Calcine asked, her march slowing enough that Brandy could find her footing. "Right. Later." Mardi was already scrambling to try to find a new hiding ce. Brandy shed a line in front of her. "Rock Tomb it." The floor above just copsed as Calcine ripped the stone out of the roof, furniture from the office above smashing into the floor, cutting her off. Mardi jumped and mmed her feet into the concrete. Grass and vines burst over it in an explosion of growth, and Mardi grabbed one of them, riding it on up toward the new hole in the ceiling with augh. "You two are no joke! Rest your hearts easy. The Great Mardi will return!" she yelled as she shot up out of sight. Calcine blew the vines to bits momentster with a wave of fire and growl of rage. "She got away!" "She ran. She can''t get away from us forever." Brandy said, squeezing the hard skin of her partner. "You did good." "Good? I could have taken her!" Calcine''s words were harsh, her anger right on the surface. "What good am I if I''m just a shield for you? Sparky could have webbed her, Morgan grabbed her." "I need a shield," Brandy said, tugging on Calcine''s dress. Trying to turn her, get in her face. Simmer down her fires with a bit of love. "You kept me safe." Calcine grabbed the fire gem on her ne, still dim after the Fire Gym, and growled. "If this was charged, I could be a Coalossal and tear this building apart for you. I''m not good enough." "I''d be in trouble forever if you did that, and you''re far more than I deserve." Brandy cupped her hands on Calcine''s face and kissed her. "It''s the Poison talking. Look me in the eyes. Tell me you''re not good enough for me." "I''m not," Calcine said, but she ducked her head to break her gaze, and Brandy forced her chin back up with a finger. "Say it to my face." "I''m...." Calcine was so hot against Brandy''s skin, but she didn''t mind. It was how she was, and Brandy loved it all. She knew Calcine loved her back. She wouldn''t lie to her. Not right to her face. No matter how messed up she was. She was Rock at heart, loyal to a fault, and that loyalty Brandy had won? So hot. Brandy couldn''t resist slipping her hand down Calcine''s dress as she went in for a kiss. Letting their tongues tussle, Calcine mumbled happily at the taste of her. Soothing the Poison with her lust. She''d just strip Calcine down, remind her who she loved, and everything would be fine. Wouldn''t it? Brandy looked into those zing red eyes and saw the challenge she''d been facing today staring back at her. Overwhelming Emotion, and it was getting the better of her. Fucking? Now? This was a distraction they didn''t need. So why did it feel so right? Sweet Scent. Mardi had lied. She hadn''t run that far. She was just above them, pumping it down into the room to addle their brains. "Calcine," Brandy whispered, Calcine biting her top lip and forcing her to fight for it back. "Stop that. Rock Tomb, Right above us. She''s right there. You want her, right?" Calcine''s grin spread into the most terrible, insane thing Brandy had ever seen on her face, and she stamped her foot hard enough to shake the building. Mardi screamed as the floor beneath her reached up, grabbed her legs, and threw her down into the room with Brandy and Calcine. Mardi twisted in the air, trying to bring back her whip to hook onto something, but Brandy darted out and caught her, arms jolting as she dropped into her arms. "Are you insane?" Mardi hissed, "You''re doing more damage to this ce than we are. Put me down!" Brandy didn''t put her down. She kissed her. Hard. Mardi''s eyes widened as she felt Calcine''s taste in that kiss. Calcine and, more importantly, Spitfire''s horrendously hot Kebab sauces. Poor Mardi was weak to fire, and as the kiss went on, she began weeping for mercy, wiggling madly in Brandy''s arms as she tried to pull free. Brandyughed as she peppered her lips with fiery kisses, making Mardi squeal like a pig. That''ll teach her to make Calcine angry. Now. They had her. What were they going to do with her? 159 – The Sweetest Rose (18+) 159 ¨C The Sweetest Rose (18+) "I''ll never talk!" Mardi said dramatically. "You''re talking right now," Calcine replied in a perfect deadpan. Mardi stared daggers at Calcine, pulling against her concrete restraints, bulky blocks that had grown from the floor over her hands and feet. Grass started to grow on them, but Calcine''s fire burned it off with a wave of her hand. me Charge, less controlled in a fight than Incinerate but more powerful in return. It was certainly proving its usefulness. Hopefully, she could still do the heated massages. Brandy needed the heated massages. Calcine was the Sarcastic cop, so Brandy decided to take the initiative and be the Good cop. "We just got caught up in whatever you''re doing," Brandy said, "And you fought really well! I''m sure you can exin what''s going on." "Oh, like I believe this is a misunderstanding," Mardi scoffed, "You''re trying to get information out of me, and it''s not going to work." Well, so much for hoping she was stupid. They were actually going to have to work on this. "Mardi," Brandy ced a hand on the Roserade''s leaf petals covering her stomach. She had some incredibly thick hips, and Brandy made a point of admiring them briefly before continuing. It was rare a Pok¨¦mon who didn''t love a bit of attention. "We beat you fair and square. Come on. Give us something. Poison types love to challenge people, don''t they? And Grass Types are all about teamwork. Not even a little reward seems very selfish." Mardi''s lips quirked slightly. That was definitely a smile she was trying to hide. "You''re cute," Mardi said, "But I''m not saying anything." "Guess she really won''t talk," Calcine shrugged. "We should leave her here. Shame, I''d have loved to see you butter her up." "She''s hot," Brandy said, rolling with Calcine''s approach, "But you''re hotter. I don''t need to wrap my lips around Roserade dick to enjoy myself." "Woah, woah," Mardi said, "Let''s not take dick-sucking off the table immediately. You might break me." "You said we wouldn''t get you to talk," Calcine said, and she took hold of the Roserade''s cheeks in one hand, fingers digging into green-skinned cheeks as she turned Mardi''s head to look into those fiery red eyes. "Are you a liar, Mardi?" "Maybe I am," Mardi grinned, "Maybe I''m just dying you both until Zipper and Gillye to save me." Gilly? A third Pok¨¦mon they hadn''t seen yet. From the name she was a Water Type, which would be a bad matchup for Calcine. They could press on, but another fight was risky when they''d already won this one. They had to get Mardi to talk, and Calcine''s teasing was chipping away at her resolve. If anyone had experience being teased, it was Brandy. She could do this. "Well," Brandy said, and she grabbed one of Mardi''s breasts, easily able to cup it with her hand. "I guess I have to make sure you can''t stab us in the back now." "Let me do it," Calcine huffed. "I can just take her throat. She doesn''t deserve your touch." Brandy rolled the breast between her fingers, and the Roserade shuddered, a little gasp rolling around in her throat. "I do like touching her though. She''s silky smooth," Brandy said, not even lying. Mardi''s skin was as soft as satin and felt so good under her fingertips. "But I suppose she isn''t talking, so you can use that mouth for your own fun." "Wait!" Mardi said quickly, her tone turning desperate. She was getting horny quickly, rolling into Brandy''s hand like she was touch-starved. Even if she was a viin, Brandy felt a little bad for her if that was true, nobody deserved to go without some love. "Wait. I can''t just give my team up. It''s my team, you know?" Brandy did. She''d have resisted as hard as she could to protect her Partners, and she was sure Calcine would be unbreakable. Brandy went over to an overgrown water cooler, poured herself a cup, and made a show of swilling out her mouth, taking a few deep draughts and spitting out the hotsauceden water onto the grass until she felt her mouth was clean. Then she slowly walked back, hips waving and enjoying Mardi''s shameless leering at her legs. While Mardi was staring down there, she leaned forward and stole a kiss from Mardi, the Roserade''s soft, plump lips brushing against hers as she slid her tongue into the Pok¨¦mon''s mouth. Tongues tussled between them; Mardi was a sloppy kisser, and Brandy''s lips were wet with saliva by the time they separated, a trail of spittle hanging between their mouths. "Come on, Mardi," Brandy whispered, sliding her hand down Mardi''s side to get a squeeze of a butt Morgan was going to be heartbroken she''d missed. "Be a good girl for us." "I''m a Poison Type, and you just kissed me. No hot sauce this time! I could have got you." Mardi said, scandalized, "Are you stupid?" "Trusting," Brandy said. "I want to believe you''ve got a good reason to be doing all this. So what is it?" "Fuck, fine," Mardi hissed. "I''ll talk a little." "Good girl," Brandy said, giving her a peck on the cheek. "Don''t patronize me," Mardi grumbled. "We wanted to use the equipment here." "You could have asked." Calcine said, "Why go to these extremes?" Mardi narrowed her eyes at Calcine and turned her nose up. "Done talking, she''s being pushy." Brandy pushed a leaf aside and slipped her hand to stroke Mardi''s cock. It was a nice cock, not as generous as Sparky or Calcine, not nearly as thick as Morgan, but Brandy wouldn''t have been disappointed to get it between her legs at all. Just a touch made Mardi''s breath hitch. "Sure you''re done talking?" Brandy grinned. Fuck this was too much fun, this power she had over a woman with just a touch. "Answer my lovely Carkol, please." Brandy lowered her head to whisper into Mardi''s ear. "It''ll be worth it." "Monster," Mardi shuddered, but that smile was back. "Our Trainer left us." Brandy raised an eyebrow. It was an answer that needed more information. She stroked a single finger down the top of Mardi''s cock and dragged the rest of it out of her. "We were a team, an outstanding team. She had a way of setting things up. Our opponents could barely breathe without one of us being down their necks. Overwhelming. Loved her to bits." Mardi sighed. "You should have seen her. You''d have fallen in love in an instant. We''re all Pok¨¦mon known for being difficult, but she didn''t mind. She went out of her way to love us." Calcine was watching carefully, but her stare had softened. Mardi was bearing her heart, and it was hard to be mad at her for what was clearly not a happy story. "Go on," Brandy said, curling her fingers around Mardi''s cock. A pump of her wrist made Mardi bite her bottom lip. Her eyes scrunched closed. "If you want, you can skip if it hurts to talk about. I''m not going to deny you anything for that." "It''s fine." Mardi said, "Good to talk about it. Hurts though. We were a strong team. Everyone knew it; people woulde at us, and we''d beat them every time. It was good, great even." She sounded like she was about to cry, and Brandy couldn''t have that. She kissed along Mardi''s stomach and over the swell of her hips before tackling that cock with her tongue, licking around the outside, curling her tongue between her fingers, and slicking the green dick up with her spit. Mardi''s arms and legs twitched, her hip bouncing as a happy groan rolled in her throat. "Keep going," Calcine said. The terse interrogation act dropped, just kindness in her tone. "Right," Mardi said, taking a deep breath. "We were all growing together, and it was perfect. Then, Poppy just-" Her voice faltered. "I don''t know. She felt like she was holding us back. We swore she wasn''t. We promised her. Tried to make sure she knew it however we could. But she was so sure that she was somehow a weight on us. Dragging us down." "She wasn''t, though." Calcine said as Brandy kissed the tip of Mardi''s cock, "Was she?" "No! She was crafty as anything. We were unbeatable with her. But something in her just... died. We couldn''t bring her around. We tried, we really did. All of us supported her as hard as anything. Still do!" Brandy remembered Mardi''s Pok¨¦dex entry. How they were a wild Pok¨¦mon now. She knew where this ended, and she shushed Mardi with a few fluttering kisses to the tip of her cock. "You''re here to test your broken bond. See if you can find a way to repair it." "I know it''s not what you''re meant to do." Mardi said, "Rtionships are messy. Sometimes they don''t work out. If we''d asked to be let in to reform a bond, we''d have gotten a serious talking-to and no help. But we''re not letting her go. She''s ours, and whatever is eating away at her, it''s wrong. She doesn''t deserve to be alone." "I''m here with my Partners. They''re working for me." Brandy said, "Really hard, and I love them too. If you need help, we can do it." "Brandy," Calcine said, "We can''t help them break into this ce." "We''re not going to," Brandy said. "Mardi, take us to your partners and get Zipper to drop her illusions. Then I''ll get everyone to help you, I promise." "We''ve wrecked the ce," Mardi groaned, "Sorry, we were meant to slink in and out without anyone even noticing. Gilly has been here once before. She came up with the n, and well, how could I not help her? Pok¨¦mon should support each other no matter what when ites to their Trainers. We know there''s something wrong here. Poppy wouldn''t just leave us like this. It doesn''t make any sense, and we''ll do anything to find out why." "You''ll tell her you still love her one day," Brandy said, kissing Mardi''s tip again. "My mom will help you. I''ll make sure of it. If you can trust me." "It''s hard not to trust a woman about to deep-throat your cock." Mardi grinned. "And I know. We''re not giving up on her. Not ever." Brandy smiled, "Want to go up now?" Mardi looked like she was about to cry. "Okay, we can let them wait a few minutes." Brandy smiled, "But I''m only doing this because you''re especially gorgeous." "I''m gorgeous too," Calcine said as Brandy got to work. "You got more minutes after her?" Brandy snorted into the blowjob. They didn''t really have any time at all. Sparky and Morgan would have a meltdown about being left alone. Still, Mardi needed this, and Brandy wasn''t about to leave her unsatisfied. She''d bared her heart. The least Brandy could do was let her use her mouth for a few minutes. 160 – Waves Crash Against the Rocks 160 ¨C Waves Crash Against the Rocks "I''m not sure I''m fully cheered up," Mardi said as she leaned on Brandy''s side. Her legs were a bit unsteady as she walked up the stairs, but she smelled absolutely divine to make up for her stumbling walk. Pretty too. The leaves wrapped around Mardi''s body gave her an immacte look. The red and blue flowers on her wrists were so soft and smelled even better than her skin. That puff of white hair was cute as heck, and the curve of her hips meant she had to hip-bump Brandy with every step. Having a pliant butt constantly bouncing against your side wasn''t a bad thing at all. Still, Brandy had gotten a little used to being around hotness. She wouldn''t bepletely taken in by such a tant act. "I have a Joltik on the team. You''re not going to get me with this," Brady said, giving Mardi''s butt a squeeze. "Be good, and maybeter." The Roserade''s red eyes shed bright. "And if I''m bad?" "She really would get along well with Sparky." Calcine snorted. "Makes fewer puns too. Maybe we should swap her out." "Calcine!" Calcine just grinned as she scratched at the thorn scratches. The poison seemed to have worked out of her system, but she would need some time in the binding ball againter to heal up. It seemed almost unfair that Brandy couldn''t touch her Pok¨¦mon as they healed. She would have loved to help nurse them back to health, but at least they could always be cheered up in other ways. Mardi was clearly angling for that, with a cocky grin stered on her face that hadn''t left ever since she came. There was certainly no hard feeling about the fight there. The Bte, Zipper, hadn''t thrown any more giant balls of furniture at them as they scaled the stairs, so it was a rtively peaceful trudge up. If slow progress. "Thanks, by the way," Mardi said, butting her head against Brandy''s shoulder. "For caring." "It''s not so different to something we had to handle recently. It must suck to lose your Trainer like that. Of course, I''m going to help." "We both will," Calcine added, a hint of a growl in her voice. "No one should go through that." "The first people we tried to talk thought we just had a bad break up and well ... that really pissed us off. You''re good people. And you''re really good at sucking dick." Mardi grinned, patting Brandy''s arm "Really, really good. In fact, we can stop, and I can point out a few things to improve if you want? Every good Trainer should practice their technique." Brandy shook her head and ruffled Mardi''s hair. She was being utterly shameless, but Brandy was more than used to that. "I know Pok¨¦mon need bonds to stick around. Are you all really that hungry for one?" "No, we''re still a team, even if not an official one. I want them to be happy, so I make sure to drag us into situations where they can find some connections. It can be tricky. Zipper likes to puppet women while they''re with us, and not everyone is into that." Brandy was pretty sure she wouldn''t be. Losing the ability to act, to help make her Partners happier, would bother her more than it''d arouse. "You should have her meet Trinket before you go." Calcine said, "I think her Partners would love that." Oh damn, they would. That was a perfect idea. If they weren''t all murdered for smashing the ce up so bad. "What about Gilly?" Brandy said, "What''s she like?" "Why don''t you ask her?" Mardi said, hip-bumping the crossbar on the stair door. "She''s just in here." Brandy blinked. This wasn''t the control room, far too full of machinery, and it had a colossal cargo lift at the back that was curiously soaked wet. Brandy had been here fairly recently. This was Fenny''sb. The big cage in the center crackled with energy as the machines ran independently. Right! They''de to work out if something went wrong with their bond before Poppy broke it. It made sense that they''d be here. "Zipper!" Mardi yelled. "We got a truce." "WHAT!?!" the wall of Fenny''s Lab lit up those red eyes with the triangle cut out of the top, a gold zipper pping as they talked. "We said we can''t trust the humans and you made friends with them? You''re such a hopeless grass type." "She sucked my dick," Mardi shrugged. "What was I meant to do?" Brandy smiled awkwardly at the giant eyes floating on the wall. The crackling hum of the cage meant she had to speak up over it. "We heard the story about you all, and we''re going to help. If you stop hiding what''s going on in here. My mom''s an expert at this." The Bte narrowed her eyes, a tinny "Hrmmmm" rolling through the speakers before she huffed. "Well I don''t trust them. She hasn''t sucked my dick." "Arceus, can we put the dick-sucking aside a moment?" Brandy groaned. Calcine started snorting, trying to bite down augh. That earned her a useless punch on the arm, Brandy again bruising her knuckles. "Hard to trust people who didn''t take a hint when I threw chairs at you. Mardi''s too much of a softy to decide, you''ll have to convince Gilly, she can be the tiebreaker." Zipper said. "She''s almost done. I think. I don''t actually know what half of this stuff means. I really need someone smart I can borrow." Brandy would say Fenny was just outside, but she didn''t want to put the idea of abducting someone in Zipper''s head. Mardi mentioned that their Trainer, Poppy, had kept them from causing trouble. Without a Partner around, Pok¨¦mon tended to be more impulsive and reckless. Breaking into a building was a bit on the high end of that, but not unheard of. Taking a seat at a bank ofputers, Brandy squinted at the informationing up and tried to puzzle it out. She''d only had a brief exnation, but the bond picture seemed? Fuzzy, like a million oveid pictures. A horrible headache to look at. "Hey," Brandy said. "Aren''t you possessing Pix right now? She knows how to work the machine." "Yeah, she knows how everything in this building works but doesn''t know what it means." Zipper grumbled. "And I''m not letting her out of me to ask." Ghost things. Don''t question that statement too much. It was going to lead to headaches. "Well, the screen has images like when I did this. So I think you''re done. You just need someone who can interpret the results. So, can you open the cage and get Gilly out here so she can let us go?" "Nah," Zipper said, eyes bouncing as a kind of visual shrug. "Nah?" Calcine crossed her arms. "We fighting again? I''ll beat you both if I have to." "Gilly doesn''t need doors." Zipper grinned. "She''s cool like that." There was a crackle of electricity from the cage as the sparks ran along. It began to splutter out, and bright blue lights suspended in a dark blue fluid began pushing through the fine mesh. A few detached and floated in the air, long teardrop shapes that swirled and dove back into the watery mass that was sluicing its way through the mesh. It was big, really big, almost the same size as the cage itself. That wet cargo left made more sense now. "That''s... concerning?" Calcine said, taking a step back from the approaching water. "Gilly''s not a normal Pok¨¦mon, is she?" Brandy said. "I can hear you," a deep voice rumbled. It was like a p to the face with how loud it was. It echoed around the room as the dark blue mass formed a giant arm, the brighter blue lights flowing along it, clustering where more details like fingers were needed. With one enormous pull, the whole thing came free of the cage. It rose, details filling in on its water body as parts of its mass detached. Bright teardrop shapes moved like a school of tiny dolphins, sshing along dark, watery skin as they found a ce to fill out with detail. It was a Pok¨¦mon, a massive one. Her body was made entirely from translucent blues, brighter blue lights, and a little white froth. Her head nearly brushed the ceiling, literal waves of hairing from her head to trial along the floor behind her like a cape. She was incredibly thick and curvy, a bit like Sparky if she was a giant, which was a terrifying thought. She was undeniably attractive. Even with such an abstract body, Brandy couldn''t help staring. "Are you Gilly?" Brandy asked, licking her lips. Her mouth was awfully dry all of a sudden. The Pok¨¦mon turned, the liquid making up her eyes and mouth shifting inside her face like bubbles drifting over a stream. "A tall redhead in a maid outfit? With legs like this? Mardi, you shouldn''t have." "I didn''t bring her to fuck you, Gilly," Mardi said. "She knows about us and wants to help." "You sure? Thest bunch were assholes. I think we need to test this one," Gilly said though she didn''t sound deeplymitted to her distrust. Reaching a hand up she clicked her fingers. The clicking sound was odd, like the breaking of a wave against the rocks, but the sound of it sang through Brandy deep. She felt warm in the belly and couldn''t stop her legs from rubbing together. Brandy''s heart was beating so fast. She could feel herself getting wet. It had to be Soak. A lot of the bigger Water Pok¨¦mon used that move to get women ready, and this one was huge! Well, technically. It was obviously a Wishiwashi, a Pok¨¦mon made up of tiny, brightly lit drops of water. The lights were the real Wishiwashi''s tiny cores that attracted water to themselves. Only working together were they big enough for a body, and this one had collected a whole lot of cores. Both vast and tiny all at once, "Demon of the sea," Calcine said, calling the Wishiwashi by amon name Sailors used for it. They were known to be particrly insatiable. "Don''t use Soak on my Trainer. Or I''ll tear you to pieces." "Oh, I like you," Gilly said, bending to look at Calcine. "Rock and Fire? That''s a type of weakness practically gift-wrapped for me. Tell me I''m pretty." Calcine reached out and stuck her hand into Gilly''s neck. Her fingers sunk into the liquid, and Gilly''s bright eyes spun as Calcine pulled her to eye level. Red eyes red as they stared into the dancing lights. "Apologise." Gilly pressed a hand to Cacline, her fingers bing a solid rolling mass of white light that slowly pushed Calcine back, her feet scraping along the ground as she tried to hold against the tide of lights pushing down on her. "Ladies!" Brandy barked. "Fighting over me is silly. Calcine''s already won there. We just want to help you with your bond problem." Gilly turned to look at Brandy and then picked up Calcine by the scruff of her neck, her wave arm reforming into fingers as droplets of her sshed over Calcine''s skin. Dangling her in the air, she gave Calcine a massive kiss on the cheek. "Better?" Calcine shot her in the face with a burst of me Charge. Which didn''t do anything but make the Wishiwashi smile wider. "See? We''re getting along so nicely now." "You don''t have feathers. You''re not her type. Put her down, please?" Brandy begged. "Calcine, just ignore her if she''s like this." The Wishiwashi sighed and did as she was asked, letting go of Calcine and returning to her full ceiling-brushing height. Looking up at massive breasts was way less sexy than it should have been. Right now, Brandy just felt a little frustrated with them. Her re clearly didn''t go unnoticed, Gilly spreading her arms and giving a low bow. "I am sorry, Calcine, I''ve just been told to sit in a cage and remember my Trainer. I''m a little emotionally pent up, and there''s a lot of me to process it all." "We got a whole party outside who are horny as hell," Brandy said. "If you let us out, you can probably have a lot of fun." "Make real arguments!" Zipper squawked. "No appealing to her dick!" Gilly chewed her giant lip, foam bursting over it as parts of her sshed around to form a huge, thoughtful tongue peeking between the gap in her lips. "How horny are these guests?" Gilly asked curiously. "We''ve been waiting on them in Maid dresses for a while. They''re desperate to chew us out of them." Calcine said. "It''s been fun." "I hate you both." Zipper groaned. "No, you don''t. You love us." Mardi grinned. "And can''t help it." "Ugh, I know, and it SUCKS. Fine, I''m dropping the Role y. You all can deal with the trouble. I''m going to go find a corner to hide in." The Bte blinked away with a burst of static along the wall-length screen. The lights in the room began to flicker, a rumbling through the building as augh built over the speakers. "Ahahahahah. AHAHAHAHAH. I LIVE." Pix cackled as her bright blue eyes filled the wall. "She does this every time she possesses something," Brandy whispered to Mardi. "I think she''s a little power crazy." "Foolish mortals bow to m- oh hey Brandy! How did you get in here?" Brandy sighed. "It''s a long story." "With dick sucking." Calcine nodded, taking a step away so she couldn''t be punched. Maybe Brandy should have let Gilly tten her. She got away with far too much recently. There was nothing to do but exin things while everyone ran up to find out what was happening in the building. Brandy might as well get practice doing it, she was going to need to do it a lot really soon. 161 – Wishing for a Washing 161 ¨C Wishing for a Washing "Fuck me," Mardi whistled. "Look at her. You can pretty much see her stomach stretch from it. She''s orgasmed herself stupid." "I can do that," Gilly said, "Easy." "Yeah, but you''re a shapeshifting badass," Mardi said, smiling up at the Pok¨¦mon made of thick dark water and bright lights. "She only has the cock Arceus gave her." "It''s a nice one," Morgan said. "Go back to that one where she was making them orgasm onmand. That was fun." "Oh, I got a better one," Sparky said, flicking through Brandy''s Pok¨¦-Dex. "She stacks these two on top of each other and, like, makes them sing songs with her fucking rhythm. It''s crazy good." So the raid ended, not with a bang, but with everyone gathered around Sparky watching those amateur porn videos Mercury kept sending Maple. Brandy had only watched a few, mainly because she didn''t want her nerves frazzled when they finally met again. Mercury had a fire lit under her, and she was taking preparation for their rematch seriously. Brandy would have joined the Pok¨¦mon porn mob, but Scoria had wrapped her daughter in a protective hug and wasn''t letting go yet. There was no escaping a moth-mom hug. You just had to endure it and hope Fenny saved you eventually. "I''m alright, mum," Brandy assured her anyway. As useless as it was to expect mercy. "You were so reckless out there," Scoria said, her warm wings wrapping Brandy up in a squishy cocoon, rubbing her cheek to her daughters. "You tore a floor in half." "You would have done the same," Brandy argued. "We thought they''d hurt Pix." "No, I would have responsibly waited for help," she brazenly lied. "And not made my mother worry about me." "You almost burned my school gym down when you saw a girl cheat against us in Volleyball." Brandy teased. "We all got soaked by the sprinklers. You had to do a morning assembly about responsibility and self-control. And you got so mad recounting it that you set the sprinklers off again." Nobody had minded. They''d all got the morning off to clean up. Brandy had sneaked off with Cherry to the boiler room, kissing her silly while their clothes were drying. It''d been the best school day ever. "That''s not how I remember it." Scoria huffed, loosening up her wings. "But I suppose it all ended well." More or less, the Bte was making it up to Pix by bringing her some hotdogs from Spitfire''s grill. Brandy had just decided not to think about how a building would eat a hotdog. She''d had enough difficult things to deal with for today. "People aren''t upset the barbecue got interrupted?" Calcine said, sitting in an office chair. Fenny was applying a silly amount of bandages to her side since Calcine refused to go into her ball for now. A punishment for being stubborn. Or Fenny was taking an excuse to feel up Calcine''s muscles. Probably the second. "ze took over for you all, and there''s nothing that this ce lives on more than good gossip. A battle for love makes a good story, even if I''m not entirely thrilled about someone trying to Poison my daughter." "She was into it!" Mardi yelled over, "And she got me way worse. I never saw hering." Scoria ruffled Brandy''s hair. "That''s my girl." Quite enough of that! Brandy squirmed free to rescue Calcine from whatever Fenny was nning to do to her. "So! What''s Gilly''s results say, Mom?" Brandy shouted, so the porn gang also heard. The way Gilly moved was a trip to watch. She didn''t walk over. She just melted into a stream and flowed over, dragging everyone along in her waves and dropping them in a sprawl all around Brandy''s feet. The white lights in her body reshaped her out of the massive puddle to tower eagerly over Fenny. "I am covered in you now," Sparky groaned. "Which bit of you is on me? Is it the dick part? Better not be the dick part." "I''m all potential dick parts." Morgan began coughing madly. Oh no, she probably swallowed some. Brandy patted her back as Fenny went over to herputers. "She''s a suspension, she''s not all dick parts. I mention only so you can understand the results." Fenny said, bringing up a picture that looked like someone had thrown a mess of blue and white lines directly onto the screen. "Wishiwashi share their bonds, so they have an interconnected system to form. It''s like Maple''s mother. She''s a Falinks with six bodies that all share an unbreakable bond. Gilly is a little more flexible. She can pass off parts of herself to other Wishiwashi by swapping bonds. Still, ultimately, she''s just a big bundle of loving Wishiwashi, all doing their best." "Put like that makes me sound weird." "You are weird." Mardi huffed, still shaking blue goo out of her flowers. "The important thing is, does this help us with Poppy''s broken bond?" Mardi and Gilly leaned in for the answer, only to meet Fenny''s stern, red-eyed stare. "You did throw several offices worth of furniture down the stairs," she said, poking Gilly in the chest. "And broke my lift." "Sorry, Mrs Joyce." they both mumbled." Won''t do it again." "I should hope not. You also turned an office into a garden." "Gardens are cool." Mardi ventured. "Not on the 19th floor, they''re not. We''ll get mold." "Cool mold." The Fenny stare deepened. "Sorry, Mrs Joyce." "Good," Fenny nodded. "Now be polite asking for things here. You''re on thin ice." Sparky and Morgan had gone over to fuss over Calcine, and Brandy went to join them. The bond thing seemed private, if they wanted to tell they would. Her partners were tittering amongst themselves, looking between her and Fenny. Brandy tugged Morgan''s hat for a kiss before pulling in Sparky for a hug and more kisses on the top of the head. "Missed you two. The fight was rough. What are youughing about?" "Fenny is an assertive version of you. It''s so weird." Sparky said, "But kind of hot." Brandy squeezed Sparky as hard as she could. Which didn''t discourage her one bit. "It''s fascinating seeing who raised you," Morgan added, "And it is annoying we didn''t get to fight with you. I''d have liked to join in." "It wasn''t exactly nned." Morgan shrugged. She clearly wanted to anyway; it was irrational to want to be included in a random attack, but Brandy still understood. She''d have hated not being there for them if trouble happened. Words seemed cheap to soothe her, so she settled for dragging her into the hug as well, tucking herself under Morgan''s wing and sinking into her feathers. The extra soft fluffyer underneath felt as good as Wooloo wool against her skin. She couldn''t promise them they''d always be able to help her, but she could make the most of the time they did have. Scoria had gone over to join Fenny by theputer, holding her hand as she exined something softly to Mardi and Gilly. They didn''t look happy about it, not one bit. Brandy held Sparky a little closer. "Rrrrgh," Mardi went to kick a chair, then stopped dead as Fenny stared at her. "Sorry! But fuck! I knew something was up!" "How do we fix it?" Gilly said, "This needs to be fixed right now." "Ladies, please," Fenny held up her hands. "This''ll have to go to the Rangers. It''s way beyond what we can handle." "When?" Gilly snapped, puffing her size up. "Right now?" Scoria lit her palm with me, and the air suddenly dried. Gilly''s form wavered as heat rolled over theb, the air getting so thick it warmed the throat just breathing it in. Brandy''s skin immediately prickled with sweat. "Back," Scoria hissed. "Sit down, or I''m throwing you both out." Gilly stared down at her, looking at the ming palm, and seemed to be genuinely considering her chances. It was terrifying. Brandy had seen Scoria mad plenty but never actually genuinely pissed. She looked ready to tear through Gilly if she even tried to take a step on Fenny. Only calmed by Fenny''s hand running along one of her speckled wings, crushing the me in her palm. The baking heat remained. The whole room felt like they''d just been thrust inside an oven. Brandy knew all of Scoria''s Moves, but Heat Wave rarely came out. She''d thought her Pok¨¦-mom might have unlearned it, but it seemed it''d stuck around. Mardi was soothing Gilly, trying to push her down, her flowers sinking into Gilly''s body. "Come on, let her talk. Fighting isn''t helpful." "She said something broke our bond. From the outside." Gilly said, her voice the roaring mouth of a river as the white lights in her rolled about madly. "This needs to be fixed. Right now. Right. Now." "And the Rangers will help us find her," Fenny said, hands up cating Gilly. "There have been stories about bonds suddenly weakening." The brawl at the Pok¨¦-center in Turrfield. That had seemed like a random panic at the time, but was there a thread of truth to it after all? The thought made Brandy feel ill. "This will be a big thing," Mardi said, gingerly tugging at Gilly''s arm. "We''ll get all the help you need. Come on, work with me, hun. This is good news. It isn''t our fault. We can get Poppy back." That took the bluster out of Gilly, making her sink down into a round ball of water. Her bright lights still seething inside the dark fluid. "Brandy," Scoria said. "I think we can take this from here. Can you send up Zipper for us? And tell ze about this, but no one else. We shouldn''t spread panic until the Rangers get here." "People can break bonds?" Sparky said, clearly hating every word as it left her mouth. "There''s just no way. Not from the outside." "It''s likely a very particr unlucky circumstance." Fenny said, "Don''t worry, we''ll figure this out for them. You go, enjoy the end of the barbecue. Saving the day deserves some reward." Brandy gave her parents a goodbye hug, but they were both a little stiff in it. The news that bonds could be snapped, even by something rare, dampened the mood. She felt terrible for Poppy and her partners now. No one deserved something like that. "Hey," Mardi said. "No looking miserable." "I just feel-" "Bad for us, I can tell." Mardi grinned. "But you did us a favor. We''ve just had some good news. The first good news in a really long time. We can take steps to fix it now. Don''t get this the wrong way around because the concept of it sucks. You''re my hero." "She''s pretty cool, I guess," Gilly huffed. "And her Joltik has a good taste in porn." "Don''t encourage her," Calcine and Brandy groaned as one. "Go enjoy yourselves," Mardi said. "For real. Celebrate. You gave me a good fight and might have helped more people than you know today. If Ie down and see you being sulky, I will let Gilly cheer you up. Permanently." "Really?" Gilly said, shocked. "Yeah, the full wash." "The full wash?" Gilly said, popping out of her ball form back to her tall, ceiling-scraping human shape. "You''re going to love it, Brandy. Thestdy I did that to still can''t say my name without-" "Okay! We''re going to have fun now." Morgan tugged at Brandy''s arm. "I don''t want my Trainer to get pressure washed until she can taste colors." Brandy thought about it. She was still thinking about it when Calcine put her over her shoulder and carried her out. Maybe she could catch a Wishiwashi sometime. They seemed like they came with some really nice perks. 162 – The Pact is Maid 162 ¨C The Pact is Maid A hundred eyes were on them, not openly staring, but Brandy''s fancy Joltik-like eyes meant she didn''t miss a single person who was sneaking looks at their table. It didn''t bother her. Most of them seemed curious or gave her a quick, encouraging smile. A few were d to have all the maids back and were enjoying the view again. Brandy couldn''t me them. All her Partners looked gorgeous; the tears in Calcine''s dress made her look like a badass, and Brandy had put her legs up on the round, stic pic table so Morgan and Sparky could massage each thigh. Staring was only to be expected. Usually, Brandy''s Partners would make all kinds ofments with her legs on disy, but a thoughtful silence hadid itself over the group like a nket. After all that stair climbing, the massage was a purely mechanical attempt to help Brandy''s aching calves. The interest the table''s sexy show was getting from the crowd of barbecue guests sharply contrasted with her Partner''s disinterest. It made total sense after the revtions they''d had, but Brandy hated seeing them looking so lost in their own heads. A Trainer''s job was to keep all her Partners happy. Brandy had been blessed enough that they usually made that rtively easy. Right now, she would have to push aside her aches and put some work in. "You need to heal those scratches," Brandy said, staring across the table at Calcine. "We''re out of danger now." "I want to see this through to the end," Calcine said, fingers drifting over the cut in her dress. "I want to hear what ze has to say, and I''d hate to miss out on the chance to sway her if she''s not sure." Brandy nodded. Calcine wasn''t severely hurt, so she didn''t need to press. Maybe in the future, she''d have to ovee Calcine''s protective streak to force her to look after herself, but for today, it could wait. She wiggled a sock-covered foot at Calcine. "Can you still do heated massages?" "Spoiled," Morgan said, squeezing Brandy''s thigh. "Let Sparky and I look after you. We missed out on the fight." "Shame, you''d both have been good against Mardi and her Grass typing." Brandy said, "Your Gust, or Sparky''s Bug Bite. Could have been over in moments." "She''s trying to cheer us up," Sparky said, pattering her fingers over Brandy''s thigh, little electric joltsing from her fingertips that made her leg kick. "Telling us how cool we are." "As if we don''t know," Morgan sniffed. "Shameful." "I''m shameless, inherited off you both." Brandy grinned. That got a snort of augh from them both, and they didn''tin when Calcine made good on the ask for a foot massage. Her fire was a little hotter than Brandy remembered, not a gentle flood of warmth but a wave of relief that flickered out from her palms. Brandy tried not to giggle, but it did tickle a little. Calcine had lost that fine control of Incinerate when it''d upgraded to me Charge, and herrger palms as a Carkol made everything more intense. It made sense. Calcine had grown a lot since they''d first met, more outspoken and ready to take the lead. Arceus! Brandy loved them so much. Morgan was right. She really was spoiled. But that silence came back again, slowly creeping in the edges. Eyes sunk down as the unspoken topic returned. If Brandy wanted to dispel this cloud, she had to tackle it head-on. "I''d fall in love again, you know?" Brandy said. "Would be easy." "Eh?" Sparky looked up, her blue eyes narrowing. "Fall in love with who?" Brandy bumped Sparky with her thigh and gave her a dazzling smile. "You. I''m sure of it. If something broke our bond, you''d tease me until I learned to love you all over again. Wouldn''t stand a chance." "I''d not let you go." Calcine said, "Not until you saw sense." Short and simple. She''d have a loyal bodyguard from Calcine no matter what happened. Brandy didn''t doubt it either. Calcine simply wouldn''t allow it to happen. Morgan kept massaging, head ducked and hiding behind her brim as the attention naturally drifted her way as thest one to answer. "How awkward," Morgan said softly. "I''m the only one here with experience of a broken bond. Not exactly a good record." Oh, shit. Maybe putting her on the spot wasn''t the best idea. "You don''t have to say anything." Brandy tipped up her hat brim and looked her in the eyes. "Sparky and Calcine would help." Morgan dug her fingers into Brandy''s thigh, tight enough it stung a little as Morgan leaned over her, those red eyes shining bright up close. "I like you, Brandy. You let people be themselves. Encourage it. I wouldn''t need their help. Even with a broken bond, I''d remember the lesson you''ve taught me. Better to fight to be who I want than hide from the world and hope it''ll change. You''re mine. If you forget that, I''ll just have to put on a show to remind you." "What if I keep forgetting?" "Then I''ll keep reminding." Morgan gave her a thigh a kiss and pulled back. "That''s a promise." Brandy''s heart beat faster. There was such certainty in Morgan''s voice, as if there was no doubt she''d have a thousand ways to make Brandy fall for her again, and that was the kind of infectious confidence. "A pledge," Calcine said, holding out a hand. Morgan put her hand in Calcine''s palm. "We''re not letting you go." "A pact," Sparky said as she added her hand to the pile. "No matter what happens, we''ll return for these thighs." "I-" Brandy started to say but was shushed to silence by Sparky. "You don''t get a say in this," Sparky said. "This is Pok¨¦mon stuff." Brandyughed and patted her cheeks, feeling the blush on it. She''d wanted to provide a distraction, and they''d found one. The best Partners a Trainer could ask for, and if they were nning to win her heart again, she shouldn''t interrupt it. Not that they had anything more to say, staring at their stacked hands before Morgan blew a gust of wind at Sparky with a flick of her finger. "I thought you were going to give a speech," Morgan said as their hands separated. "You were just being rude." "You''re the speeches one! And I am the rude one," Sparky said proudly. "Just because we''re a team doesn''t mean we don''t have our roles to y, and mine is being a rude little shit." "I could do that," Morgan huffed, but Brandy noticed how her mouth had curled into a smile, and a sparkle was in her eyes. "But you do make me look ssy by proximity. I assume Calcine''s role is-" "Eye candy," Sparky said, and they both nodded to each other in agreement. Calcine just shrugged. Seemed she wasn''t going to argue with them about that. Things lightened up from there. Sparky and Morgan peppered Calcine with questions about the fight and discussed how they could have done it as a team. Sparky''s Electroweb and Morgan''s Gust would have made it simple to deal with Mardi. Morgan could have flown them up the lift shafts and avoided it altogether, or Sparky could have webbed their way up the stairwell, nullifying Zipper''s office furniture boulders. The versatility she had with the whole team left her with so many options. They were excitedly going over the mechanics of a web-powered catapult when they were all lifted up in their chairs as a massive blood-red tail snaked beneath them. Spitfire stank of charcoal and meat as she gave each of them a firm hug, and along with all the breast Spitfire was slinging on her chest, Brandy felt like one of Spitfire''s burgers smothered between two thick bread buns. Fuck. She was lucky none of her Pok¨¦mon were psychic. That was such a dumb analogy. "How are my main Maids doing?" Spitfire asked, just beaming with smiles. Her red hair was tied into one huge red ponytail, and people had been making paper cranes and slipping them in. Brandy could see a few phone numbers peeking out of them. There''d been a lot of kissing the cook going on while she''d been away. "Exhausted, if I''m honest," Brandy said, "But happy you''re happy." "I''m buzzing!" Spitfire beamed, "People have loved this! I''ve had someone want to book me for a birthday party and another to do a, uh, underground barbecue." "Wouldn''t venttion be an issue?" Calcine said. "Not with this tail," Spitfire said, pping one of the enormous segments. "Though I don''t think it''s the food they''re hiring me for anyway. I''ll probably spend it doubled as a heated bed." "I think you''ll be stuffing a lot of buns," Sparky grinned. "It''s cool everything has gone well for you." "It''s been great! Cinnamon has had a ton of fun serving people. She wants a Maid Dress of her own. Watching ze act like she was going to say no was so funny. She almost swallowed her tongue just thinking about it. Lixi is out doing her Calcine impression." "I''ll be back!" Sparky said, hopping off the chair. "Don''t wait up for me!" "I''m right here," Calcine said. "Yeah, but you need rest, and she doesn''t!" Sparky said, giving the group a quick bow. "And she needs to see my dress. I''ll be baaaack." There was no way Sparky was going to be back anytime soon. That was a Joltik on a mission to getid. "Should we get back to work?" Brandy said, "I''m sorry we abandoned you for a bit." Spitfire licked Brandy''s cheek, her tongue like a hot towel pressed to Brandy''s flesh. Not unpleasant at all; she really wanted to wrap herself up in it, but she only got a lick for now. "You have all done your part. Right now, there''s only a few hungry people I''ve left to feed," Spitfire said. "So what''ll it be? You''ve earned a proper meal." "Nothing spicy," Morgan said immediately. "Brandy''s still got to meet the robot sisters, say thank you to you properly, and see ze for her judgment. I''m not doing all that while her mouth is a deadly weapon." "I''ll have a Brandy Burger." Calcine said, "Hot as you can make it." Hopefully, that name didn''t catch on. Brandy didn''t want to be associated with mouth-sizzling pain. Her stomach grumbled at the thought of food, even burgers that could melt through steel. "Just something filling for me," Brandy said, "Stuff me full of leftovers." "Leftovers? For you, Brandy, I''m only using prime meat." "Oh, okay, that''s good too," Brandy said, settling back into her massage, enjoying the soft feeling of Spitfire''s breasts against her head. Theck of reply made her peek up at Spitfire''s golden eyes. "That was a dick joke, wasn¡¯t it?" "You really are hungry," Spitfire said and gave Brandy a peck of a kiss on the forehead. Spitfire was running hot, and after a day of non-stop flirting, Brandy couldn''t me her. "Sit tight, hun. I''ll get you something to eat." "You sure you don''t need more than that?" Brandy said, "I know it''s been a long day, but I want to look out for your needs." "I''m a cook, no actually, a chef now," Spitfire thumbed her chest. "And that means I can let something simmer to enjoy itter. You sit there being hot, and once the day is all wrapped up." Spitfire flickered her tongue between her lips. "Then we''ll see if there''s onest thing to celebrate." Brandy couldn''t wait. For the food. Her stomach was grumbling. Calcine seemed amused, and Morgan was openly grinning at Spitfire''s shameless nning. Everyone was still staring at them, so Brandy stretched her legs to give them something to stare at and rxed. She''d helped everyone out, cheered up her Partners, made the barbecue a sess, and looked fucking great while doing it. Win or lose the Gym Badge, she didn''t care. Spitfire was right. Some moments were worth savoring. 163 – Cooked to Perfection 163 ¨C Cooked to Perfection People were trailing off to find out how badly their office desk had gotten ruined or taking off home with full bellies and happy hearts. As with all good things, there was a mess to clean up after. The Maid outfits finally got put to use doing actual cleaning. "Not meaning to be a pain, but you missed a bit," Morgan said as Brandy cleaned a table surface with a wet cloth. Morgan pointed to the other side of the table. "At the edge." She had? Brandy was determined to do a good job and stretched over to get at it, recleaning with a few strokes. She couldn''t see anything. "You got special eyes, too? What you looking at?" Brandy said, feeling the wind flutter around her skirt as she bent over the table. "Murkrow eyes are extra special," Morgan said with a happy sigh. "We''ve got an eye for the fine things." Brandy squinted, picking out the detail of the stic surface, looking for anything she''d not touched. She kicked her legs up to lean fully over the table before hearing the sound of a camera click. Brandy narrowed her eyes as she red back at Morgan, who just took another photo of her. "You''re evil." Brandy huffed. "A criminal maid." "For a nice view of your butt, I am willing tomit many crimes." Morgan grinned. "But I did this one for your benefit." Brandy wiggled her rear at Morgan, making her do a choking, chirrupyugh that was actually really cute. Hiding her embarrassed face behind her wing. "My benefit is it? I think you''re winning on this deal so far." Morgan flourished Brandy''s Dex in the air and then picked at the screen with her fingernails, making soft, tappy noises as she very slowly typed out a message that ended with an amused grin. "I''m going to do a magic trick for you. Listen carefully." It wasn''t going to be a technical one. Morgan was awful with her Pok¨¦-dex. But after a moment, the Dex pinged, the sound of a messageing in. Then another ping followed, ringing as Morgan held it. The pings picked up speed, increasingly frantic as a wall of quick messages flooded across the screen. Brandy squinted and tried to pick one out. SweetTreat: Full pic! Morgan! I beg! "You''re sending Maple pictures of me." Brandy said, "How is that magic?" "Well, you look absolutely magical, but you''ve missed the trick. I''m sending iplete pictures of you." Morgan said, "And we won''t reply anymore for an hour." Brandy gave a slow, cautious nod. "You think it''s a good idea to tease my girlfriend." "I know it is. She''s going to hate and love me so much for this." Morgan cackled. "I''m going to work her into such a frenzy she''s going to tear your clothes off with her teeth when you next meet." A warm flush crept into Brandy''s cheeks at the thought. "You''re awful. A terrible person." "No, I''m a hot Witch," Morgan said, tipping her pointy hat. "And my Trainer isn''t appreciating the spells I''m casting." "The absolute worst." "Sparky will be devastated I took her crown," Morgan said, winking as Brandy took the Dex from her. She flicked the screen, opened a text box to send a message to Maple, and paused, fingers over the keys as more pleading messages popped up. Morgan might have had a good idea here. It couldn''t hurt to let her have her fun. Still, Brandy couldn''t let Maple go entirely unsated, so she held her camera up to her face, taking a point-of-view shot down her body, twirling the skirt so it red past the curve of her chest. Sent with a quick ''Moreter <3'', Brandy tucked her Dex back into her pocket. It kept buzzing for minutes after, and she couldn''t help a few snorts ofughter at the chaos she''d caused as she finished helping clean up. The troublemakers were rubbing off on her. Spitfire was giving a boisterous interview with a cute pair of journalists she had sat on her tail, the mousey Emolga and her partner that Brandy had briefly met and invited to the party. They both looked like they were interviewing a rock star, wide-eyed as Spitfire enthused about her cooking methods. Sparky was away with Lixi somewhere, no doubt already getting destroyed. It''d have left them really short-handed if ze and Cinnamon hadn''t pitched in to finish things. The gorgeous Nales was deep in a conversation with Calcine as they worked, a fairly serious one with a bit of flirting directed ze''s way now and then. It was distracting. Brandy couldn''t hear the words, but Cinnamon''s voice was like warm caramel poured into her ear when she talked. Brandy was sweating when she''d finally finished stacking chairs, more from that sultry voice tickling her brain than any actual exertion. "Come on, ze," Cinnamon said, raising that sweet voice to carry. "We''ll finish up, put the poor girl out of her misery and tell her." ze nabbed one of Cinnamon''s tails and gave it a firm brush with her fingers, making the fox woman whine beautifully. "So passionate, you after a badge yourself?" ze snapped out to bite another iling tail, making Cinnamon squeak. "Or just trying to impress the Carkol?" "aaaaaze," Cinnamon whined, her ears ttening. "Tails are sensitive! You know that works me up!" "It''d be good to tell Brandy," Calcine said, trying to ignore the disy. "She''s worked hard and has plenty to worry about for today. Ease her mind a little?" ze kept massaging, smiling as Cinnamon danced about for her, trying to contain herself. A growl rolled in her throat as a few flecks of me flicked off the tips of her tails. "ze!" Cinnamon moaned, leaning back into the touch, her legs shaking. "Don''t think I won''t use these tails!" ze relented, letting go and watching as Cinnamon swayed and then stumbled into Calcine''s arms, panting. Morgan came to grab around the other side of her, nodding to a table with a few leftover pitchers of water, and then dragged her off. Leaving Brandy alone with the Gym Leader. "Sorry, Brandy," ze said, soundingpletely unapologetic. She hopped up onto a table and then patted beside her. "Come on, grab a seat. Let''s talk." "Is she going to be okay?" Brandy said as she climbed up. "She''ll scratch my backter. I''m a Fire Ace. They''re going to get worked up somehow. The trick is to do it in a way that lets you still get things done." Like Maple, who''d ceased pinging her Pok¨¦dex for now. Probably because she''d grabbed one of her partners to take the edge off. Was it okay to think of Maple as a horny mess? She really wasn''t, at least not usually. "Aren''t you pretty today," ze said, adjusting Brandy''s top so it was all neat again. "Before we go over how you did, look at Spitfire for me. Tell me what you see." Brandy looked at their Barbecue Snake Queen and saw nothing but an irrepressible enthusiasm. She had her arm around the human journalist, her neat brown hair getting messed up as Spitfire ruffled it while regaling them with more cooking tips. The Emolga furiously wrote it all down while blushing up a storm herself. "She seems enthusiastic?" Brandy guessed. "But not in a horny way. Just happy." "Spot on. You''ve really made her day." That felt good, Brandy swinging her legs as she watched Spitfire fuss over the poor journalists. Only slightly distracted by Morgan and Calcine pouring pitchers of water over Cinnamon, steam rising from the Nales as she moaned happily at the cooling off. "Not the only one," ze continued. "Zipper told me what happened. They''re in trouble, but I think Nexus is more intrigued by what happened to them than the damages." "Mom would let someone bulldoze her office if they were interesting," Brandy said with an embarrassedugh. "That happened once, with a Bewear when ... actually, I don''t want to tell that story." zeughed. "Now I''m curious." "Ask her! I''m not saying it." "I will." ze nudged Brandy''s arm. "When you''re gone, I''m not cruel. You are a very unique Trainer, Brandy. Most of the good ones I meet have an intense focus and drive to improve. A fire in their heart." Brandy touched her chest, feeling her own heartbeat. Was that her? She had a drive for sure. She''d go to any lengths for her partners if it made them smile. But improvement? She hadn''t really focused on that, more fit it in around the fun. "I can see from your face you don''t think that''s you," ze said, tapping Brandy''s chin. "Rx. It''s not a bad thing. A lot of Trainers get into this thinking they can force their Pok¨¦mon into their image and end up disappointed and burnt out. You let yours breathe." "I just want them to be the best they can be," Brandy said, squeezing her maid dress. "Calcine to find more confidence to speak up, Sparky to feel needed and loved, Morgan to express herself. I know it''s not-" Brandy waved a hand, trying to find the right word and failed. ze let her off the hook, tickling Brandy''s mouth with the burnt tip of her long blonde ponytail until she giggled. "Don''t apologize for doing right by them." ze chided, "My trial isn''t about skill or technique. That''s for others to worry about. Mine is about your heart, if it''s strong enough to endure. Being a Trainer isn''t easy. There''ll be heartache, losses to deal with, and always arge swell of emotions around you. You have to be strong enough to ride that wave and still take care of your Partners. Bring smiles to faces, even when it''s hard work. So look again at Spitfire." Spitfire had just the biggest grin. The golden-eyed snake-woman''s tongue flicked between her lips as she menaced the poor journalists with the sheer weight of her enthusiasm. "You put in the work, endured a lot, and everyone came out smiling. If I didn''t give you your Fire Badge, would I be able to give one to anyone ever again?" she pushed the red jeweled me badge into Brandy''s hands. It was small and didn''t feel warm like Calcine''s fire stone, just a little trinket. But if it represented all the effort she''d put in, then Brandy was happy to have it. Giving a happy little sniff as she hugged it to her chest. "Thank you for this. And for giving Calcine one, she earned it too." "She cares for you a lot and never lost sight of that. She earned it." ze said, putting an arm around Brandy to pull her in for a hug. Calcine and Morgan were pretending they weren''t watching, but they were. It was so obvious. They were smiling too and that, that was perfect. "You got something good going here, Brandy. Whatever it is, it''s working. I want to hear about it all someday once you get it all worked out, and I''m being serious. Don''t give up." ze patted her arm. "Also, you look hot as sin in that Maid dress. You can keep it, more than earned." "I''m not sure it''llst," Brandy smiled. "The celebration will put me in the Pok¨¦-center, I think. I still haven''t met the giant robot sister who is meant to be in on it." "Spitfire will want in on it too. You might want to prebook that center bed. Ask Spitfire for a good ce to go, though. She knows a lot of great spots." ze said as she slipped off the table. "Also, give me back Lixi before you go! I need her to corral Cinnamon before she savages someone." "Sparky has her." Brandy grinned. "I can''t control Sparky." Brandy looked at Calcine and Morgan and waved her fire badge at them. Now they''d got permission to look, they all cheered for her, running over to congratte her. "But I know just the women who can." 164 – Plug it, Play it, Kiss it, Lick it 164 ¨C Plug it, y it, Kiss it, Lick it
Brandy wanted to get back into her clothes, and Spitfire had been kind enough to use her body to block her off from the stragglers. That didn''t mean Spitfire wasn''t going to watch her undress. She was lying on her own colossal tail, head resting on her crossed arms. Her long snake tongue hung out of her mouth and swung like a pendulum beneath her chin as her red and gold eyes devoured Brandy''s every movement. Brandy felt the heat in her face rise, and a warmth spread between her legs, an ache forming that she really shouldn''t indulge in right now. Focus on swapping skirts. Ignore the hot Centiskorch. "I love how much hotter a Fire Badge makes a trainer," Spitfire said, a little mumbled because she didn''t put her tongue away. She could tell what effect she had on Brandy, the tip of her tail wagging at the mischief. She was a Fire and a Bug type. This kind of flirtatious teasing was to be expected. "You''ve already fucked me near senseless. You really want more?" Brandy said, reaching up to Spitfire''s face. Spitfire leaned in for a touch, but Brandy went past her cheeks, reaching up to pull one of the golden ribbons that bound Spitfire''s long red hair free. A cascade of red spilled down across Spitfire''s shoulders. She leaned forward for a kiss that Brandy returned, the two of them pressed together as Spitfire''s long tongue slid along her body and between her breasts, then up her neck to slip into her mouth, where it was eagerly received and sucked on. It was a very spicy kiss, a warm sensation spreading across Brandy''s tongue as Spitfire''s long, forked tongue twirled around her own. Brandy enjoyed it a lot. She ached a bit, but her stamina had reached ridiculous heights quickly. Arousal seemed to chase the aches away, and a giant, hot snakedy certainly suited the part. Spitfire was panting when she finally broke the kiss, her massive chest heaving inches from Brandy''s face. She had to resist the urge to bury her face in it and just sleep. Brandy settled for stroking Spitfire''s belly, which was nice and warm to the touch. "You want toe to the celebration?" Brandy offered, "I don''t even know where it''s going to be yet." "A chance to show my appreciation fully? Oh, absolutely." Spitfire grinned. "Now get some clothes on, or get on your knees for me. I''m good either way." Brandy opted for the clothes. Good boots, a knee-length skirt, and a nice clean shirt. Simple things, but after spending all day in a Maid Dress, Brandy really appreciated being able to dress down. The outfit was only a little scuffed from the fight. She''de out of it rtively unscathed. Spitfire helped her put her hair back in ce. There wasn''t enough to tie off with the golden ribbon she''d stolen, so Spitfire just put the ribbon around Brandy''s head like a bandana and pinned the fire badge on the front of it to show it off. "Whose brat is this?" a Calcine called out. No, not Calcine. Her voice was a little raspier, more mes stoked under it than Brandy was used to. Brandy climbed up out of Spitfire''s coils. Lixi was standing there, Sparky sitting on her shoulders and looking like she was the queen of the world. Morgan and Calcine nked behind Lixi, still all in their outfits. "Sparky? Brat?" Brandy said. "Why, she''s a lovely woman who never did a thing wrong." "I''m an angel," Sparky purred. "Being handled by a demon." Lixi reached up to squeeze Sparky''s ass, which made her squeal and kick her feet wildly. Calcine''s eyes shed a little brighter as she watched, her arms folded in a serious manner. Was she ... jealous? Fenny had said Sparky and Calcine were uniquely bonded, but it seemed so unlike her. "Lemme lick Brandy''s badge," Sparky said, bouncing on Lixi''s shoulders. Lixi leaned in, Brandy getting a face full of soft Joltik fuzz. She blew on it until Sparky backed off with a giggle. "I got two girlfriends with Fire Badges. I''m the most spoiled Joltik in the world." "Undeserved," Lixi snorted, pushing her off into Brandy''s arms. Sparky wrapped her arms around Brandy and hung on like a limpet. "Sparky''s luck, that is, you more than earned that badge. You make good maids." "All of us?" Morgan said innocently, "You think Calcine rocks it?" Lixi walked up to Calcine, sizing her up. Which was a bit silly when they were basically identical. They could have been twins if not for Calcine''s outfit and battle scratches. Calcine looked Lixi up and down in return, and her gaze was much more critical than Lixi''s, eyes thin and judgemental. Lixi was unbothered. "Nice ass," Lixi said, pping her hands on Calcine''s rear. "And you look hot in a maid outfit." "I look hot out of it too," Calcine said. A simple matter of fact. "Mmmm," Lixi smirked, "That an invitation, hot stuff?" Calcine reached up and put her hand over Lixi''s mouth. "Brandy got her badge. I''m taken. But you are the second most beautiful woman I''ve seen today." Lixi licked her hand, and Calcine didn''t flinch. Morgan rolled her eyes at them both. "Idiots." "Shhh, let them finish," Sparky said, still holding onto Brandy but bent backward so she could watch them upside down. "They''re going to kiss. I can feel it." Brandy was about to say that wouldn''t happen and get things back on track, but then Calcine pulled Lixi in by the cor and did precisely that. Sparky cheered. Morgan groaned. Brandy''s heart swelled. This really was a great day. Behind the beautiful scene of two Carkol making out, a swirl of bright blue and yellow lights suddenly burst into the sky. Brandy''s excellent vision could pick out the ck silhouette of a figure at its core, wearing arge bell-like dress and a wide-brimmed hat like Morgan''s, but without the three crests along the top of it. The building shimmered as the light sshed against it, broken windows reforming to pure sheets of ss, and the furniture inside Brandy could see tumbling back into ce. She''d seen Recycle used before, but never this big. It washed out over the whole area, the cuts in Calcine''s clothes mending themselves as she tried to choke Lixi with her tongue. Brandy''s neatly folded dress sizzled softly in her hand, the frayed edges restoring itself and the frills reappearing. It even ironed itself neatly. An imposing amount of power and thedy who''d cast it was making a beeline through the air right toward them. "I think ourst celebrant is here," Morgan said and waved to the new arrival, who slowed as she approached and gently touched down, a cloud of smoke puffing up around her. "Not a bad hat on her." It looked slightly like a silver flying saucer perched on her head or maybe a cymbal stolen from a drumset. A massive brim, the edge where it met the crown, decorated with a few white roses. She had the silvery skin of the Mangeton sisters, but while they''d been curvy shortstacks, this woman was absolutely massive even by Brandy''s standards of tall. The top of Brandy''s head barely came up to her bare shoulders. Brandy could have easily hidden under the blue hoop skirt she wore. The outfit was one piece as the dress joined into her tight silk corset. She wasn''t hugely busty, but when she had to be near eight feet tall, it didn''t matter. She was still huge. The iris of her eyes were two red interlinked circles that moved independently, swirling as if they needed to focus to see the tiny figures around her. Maybe they did. "So fucking spoiled," Sparky mewled, melting in Brandy''s arms. "I love being on this team." "Anisotropic," Brandy said, remembering her name from her time at the tailors. "Thanks for fixing my mom''s workce." "It was no trouble," she said, her voicefortinglymanding. Soft, but with a certainty to it that brooked no argument. "Call me Aniseed if you prefer. I know my name is a bit of a mouthful." "All of you is," Morgan whistled. "I could use you as a perch." "If you like," she said. Not approving or disapproving, just a calm eptance. "My sisters said you''ve helped to advertise their work. I''m always thankful for any human who helps us. Being Wild Pok¨¦mon in a city can be difficult." "I''m from Turrfield, don''t know much about cities, sorry," Brandy said, trying to keep her cool even as Spitfire kept trying to sneak the tip of her tail under Brandy''s skirt. "We were happy to help anyway. They did a great job with the dresses." "Looked after me well," Calcine said, forehead tapped with Lixi as they both took some breaths. "It''s hard being wild in the city?" "Very distracting. I have someone trying to capture me every other day. You get more work done with a partner. We have to work extra hard to keep up." She didn''t even mention that people failed. Of course, they did. She could just sit on them. "You wanted toe with us?" Morgan said, fanning herself with a wing as she looked up at Aniseed. "Please say yes. I want to see Brandy try to handle you." "My sisters think I work too hard," Aniseed said, cracking her knuckles. "I value their advice. I''m here to y hard." "Me too," Spitfire purred. "I''ve had a taste of Brandy before. You''ll love her." "She''s good at sex?" Aniseed said, "I trust your judgment. We can take turns." Brandy''s heart skipped a beat. What she was being signed up for was just starting to sink in. She looked back at the long, snakedy and then up at the towering robot woman. Morgan patted her shoulder. "Tough being a winner. Can always back out." Morgan said, "I could have you all to myself." "No way," Brandy said, "You all worked for this. You all deserve a piece of me. ze said you knew a good spot, Spitfire. Can you take us there?" "No problem," Spitfire smirked. "Aniseed? Your ce?" "Absolutely," she said, flexing her hand. Her nails were painted an alternating blue and red. Sparks crackled over Brandy''s skin, Sparky squirming in her arms and giggling. The sudden feeling of weightlessness stole her breath. Brandy gave a strangled squeak as she began to levitate off the ground. "Have you ever flown before? I can handle it all if not." "No heights," Lixi and Calcine snapped at the same time. "You''ll be quite safe," Aniseed said, looking at the Carkol pair. "I can provide you seats if you like." "You would get to fuck Brandy quicker," Morgan said. "Come on, if I can fly, you can." It was apelling argument. If it was the needle to her pride or the promise of pussy, Calcine reluctantly epted the flight from Aniseed''s Ma Rise Move. Lixi was in it simply for a piece of Carkol butt. Brandy couldn''t fault it. They had very good butts. 165 – Suite Deal 165 ¨C Suite Deal Flying, Brandy decided very quickly, was cool as fuck. Anistropic, Aniseed to friends, was letting them drift around with her Ma Rise move. Brandy was reasonably sure their control was limited to a little bit of ying around while Aniseed kept them from crashing into anything. Still very cool, though, the wind whipping through her clothes and hair as she tried to do a loop de loop. "Go forward more," Morgan said, pping her wings to slow her speed. She''d passed on the help, quite capable of flying on her own far faster than Ma Rise let them, and was nimbly darting around with a gleeful look. "Fly towards me like you''re going to bump my chest, then flick your legs up. When you feel the blood rush to your head, follow it until you''re the right way up again." The way their flight worked was odd. It worked off gestures instead of Brandy''s thoughts, so there was a little bit of ag to it. Like she was steering her own body rather than being inplete control. She tried Morgan''s advice, flying forward to chest bump her, andughed with Morgan pping along to meet her with a squish. Of course, she''d do that. Brandy went to steal her hat, but Morgan was quicker, dropping her height and getting her hands on Brandy''s boots, then giving her a shove on her way up and over. It was less of a loop de loop and more of a giggling, iling tumble through the air. It was still awesome. "I''m taking you flying more," Morgan said, pping up to Brandy''s side. "You may have to ball the other two. Especially Calcine." Calcine was keeping as close to the rooftops as she could. A death grip on Lixi''s hand as they were inches away from kicking off people''s roof tiles. As long as there was something close to her feet, she didn''t seem to mind the flight, but Sparky''s attempts to egg the pair on up higher had gotten her double glowing-eyed res. Useless to discourage her, of course, Sparky was fully upside down and loving the whole experience. She would be woozyter if she didn''t cut it out, but that was a lesson the Bug just needed to work out for herself. "The journey is part of the fun. We''d skip a lot if we flew everywhere." Brandy said, "But now and then would be fun. As a treat." "Enjoy this then, so you''re eager for a treat soon!" Aniseed had a destination in mind, so Brandy took Morgan''s advice and tried to enjoy the time she had. There was something rxing about floating through the air. The city spread out below them was really pretty, the afternoon sun reflecting off the ss buildings. The asional yells and pointing up at them, Morgan showing off with a few twirls for them and even darting down to quickly kiss a few hands. Spitfire was a real sight for those down below. There was a lot of her to fly, a long red ribbon fluttering through the air with little licks of fireing off her body to direct herself. She had a Dex in hand, taking pictures of them behind her. Brandy got an arm around Morgan for a picture,ughing as Morgan bristled at having her sense of bnce thrown off by a sudden huggy Brandy, rubbing her feathers against Brandy''s skin and swearing in some rather colorful Unovan. Her wind Move picked up the ck, buffering Brandy into her side and letting her fly with one wing as the other wrapped around Brandy''s body. It felt nice, a feathery nket in the sky as the sun set over Motostoke. Brandy kissed Morgan on the cheek for her troubles, which didn''t stop the swearing but made it sound more affectionate. She would have to try to get some of these words out of Morgan again when they finally had some alone time together. "We''re here," Aniseed called back to them. "Come on down." Brandy looked over to where she was waving at. It was the top floor balcony of a sleek residential tower, wide enough tond everyone on with space left over. A few sunchairs scattered around the edges, books lying all around them in neatly ordered piles. "Wee to my ce," Aniseed said as shended first, her heels clicking on the polished marble tile of the balcony. Everyone piled in on after her in one messy heap, Spitfire using her body to field them all except Morgan, whonded lightly on the balcony rail and paced along it, looking over the edge. Lixi and Calcine''s relief was palpable, the two clinging to each other and tapping foreheads. "I''d rather ride a rollercoaster," Calcine said quietly, "But that was kind of fun." "I know what I''d like to ride," Lixi grinned. "But I''ll take ''kind of fun'' any day." Sparky wormed between them, quite happy to get her head smushed between a twin set of Carkol titty. "I''m kind of fun. Take me!" They ignored her and talked over her head, though with a few gentle prods and presses to Sparky''s body to keep her squirming between them. It was making Sparky''s fur crackle in mad excitement already. Aniseed, the staggeringly tall, silvery robotdy, took Brandy''s hand and gave it a gentle tug. It was a novelty for Brandy to look up at someone, she was d Aniseed wasn''t too busty, or she would have gotten lost in her blindspots. Pulled in by Aniseed, Brandy brushed up against her long hooped skirt, the soft fabric denting against the press of her body. "You''re the guest of honor today, Brandy, and you''ve decided to take on quite a lot. If you feel ufortable or worn out, just tell me, and I''ll switch to spoiling you better than you''ve ever been." It felt like a practiced speech, something Aniseed had told many other women she''d brought up here. But it was still appreciated. There were six Pok¨¦mon, and Brandy could barely handle Spitfire on her own. All together, she didn''t stand a chance. "They''ve spoiled me pretty badly." Brandy smiled. Morgan dropped off the railing and gave a bow. "You''ll have to work to be the best ever." "I work very hard." Aniseed said, "Come, I''ll show you the inside." Aniseed''s penthouse apartment was like a dream. A slightly nightmarish one, every bit of furniture, the plush couches and armchairs, the massive dining table, the overloaded bookcases and disy shelves, and the drop pool in the center all looked custom-built to Aniseed''s size. A few people had made Brandy feel short before, but this ce made her feel small. The stairs leading up to a second open floor looked like a task to climb, and the ceiling above was all ss, the sunset-lit clouds a beautiful burnt orange overhead. "Tailoring pays this well?" Morgan whistled, "I should learn to wind weave a few things." "Goodness no, that''s my Sisters, though they do very well," Aniseedughed politely. "I''m construction equipment." "You are very well built," Brandy said, "I think we saw you floating around something when we arrived. You helped build this city?" "Almost all of it. I''ve been here since the very beginning." Aniseed said with a proud curtsey, "I turned up after theyid the first rail down." Brandy wracked her brain for fuzzy history lessons. Gr''s railwork was a point of pride, but wasn''t it ancient? How old was Anistropic exactly? Easily older than her mother. Maybe her mother''s mother? Maybe even hers? Pok¨¦mon could get crazy old. Legendaries were proof of that, but it wasn''t exactly typical. If Aniseed was telling the truth, she was something of an aberration. "You still look amazing," Brandy said, gingerly edging around the age topic. "You''ve really been a Wild Pok¨¦mon all that time?" Aniseed nodded. "Every moment of it. I''ve never really felt the me a lot of Pok¨¦mon do. Humanpany is a bit like a meal for me, something I need to do when I hunger for it, but I''ve never felt anything much deeper." "Brandy! She''s calling you takeout food." Morganughed, "Personally, you''re at least restaurant quality." "I actually have a very refined taste," Aniseed said, lounging back onto a sofa. She spread herself across it, her dress copsing around her long legs into waves of fabric. Fuck, she really was big. Brandy could have used her body like a mattress. It was tempting to do it right now. "I like showing women who need it a good time. The sex isn''t even necessary as long as I get to take care of all their needs for a while. Help them fully rx. Let them leave ready to take on the world." "I''m not stressed," Brandyughed. "Overwhelmed, maybe, but a fun kind." "She''s been running around like she''s got Electric in her blood the whole time I''ve known her," Morgan said, "If you can get her to stop thinking for a bit and take a breath, you''ll have worked a miracle. Not sure you will, though. She might oust you." "Me?" Aniseed said, "I said I help them care for their needs, and she wants you all. I''m just going to help here and there." She ran her eyes over Brandy in a slow, meticulous manner that made Brandy itch. Like every bit of her was being put up for thorough examination. It made her blush, a hand on the back of her neck as she tried to stand tall for it. "Maybe a taste myself," Aniseed smiled once she was done. "Just to see if I''m missing out. It''s good to check now and then." "Share the taste?" Morgan said, "Hat wearers have to stick together." "I wouldn''t dream of leaving you out. You can warm Brandy''s heart for me. I always love to have a Partner helping. Their feedback bes so much more detailed. I love some good descriptive yelling." Brandy had been used to a lot of sex, but Aniseed''s approach to it made it seem almost non-sexual. It was just a simple task they were both going to do together, which somehow made it a different kind of hot. She''d been fucked when her Partner''s blood was hot. What would it be like to getid by someone who just wanted to do a good job? Not even like Mercury, who had something to prove, but an ancient Pok¨¦mon who just liked making women orgasm? Strange for sure, but Brandy was open to the experience. It wasn''t like she would be short of the hotter, messier kind of sex tonight. "Holy fuck, you have a pool in here!" Sparky yelled as she came in, "I knew she was rich! Spitfire, you want to heat a pool?" "I wouldn''t want to get the ce wet." "Please do," Aniseed said. "My Recycle Move is very powerful. I can undo any damage." "So we could trash the ce?" Lixi said, "Break a few sofas and beds?" "I''d feel like a poor host if you didn''t. Go wild." Yeah. Maybe a dispassionate fuck was a good start. Because once the rest got a hold of Brandy, they would dent the walls with her body. 166 – To Be too Much for One Bird (18+) 166 ¨C To Be too Much for One Bird (18+) "Brandy,e sit down." Aniseed gestured to the space on the sofa beside her. "Get rxed. You will need it." Nothing but truth there. Swallowing a lump in her throat, Brandy mbered onto the oversized sofa. Brandy''s long legs dangled off the edge, and she couldn''t resist a kick. Having a seat a bit too big for her was a novelty. Aniseed shifted closer, her hat casting a shadow over Brandy, and she reached out with a hand and pressed tworge fingers to Brandy''s neck. The irises of her mechanical red eyes twisted to focus on her, and Brandy studied her back in turn. Aniseed''s mouth was a thin, neutral line, and her face a nk, expressionless mask. Very pretty, wless even, but about as passionate as a flowerpot. It was only the eyes that revealed any interest. Brandy had gotten used to reading intent in the glow of Calcine and Sparky''s eyes, and Aniseed''s were brighter than when they''d started. She''d said she only really took enjoyment in showing women a good time, but that looked like interest to Brandy. Curious. Brandy let Aniseed''s fingers explore as Morgan joined her on the seat, settling beside her and watching the show. The rest had taken to the indoor plunge pool, though it was made for Aniseed''s size to lounge in so Sparky could swim just fine. Calcine and Lixi were trying to dunk the taunting Sparky, floating about nimbly with her Agility Move out of their grasp. She was doomed when Spitfire got in; the snakedy would fill the pool with room to spare. Their antics would only keep them briefly distracted once Aniseed and Morgan got her worked up, so they weren''t wasting time getting to it. Morgan popped buttons off Brandy''s shirt, Aniseed sweeping in to run her cool, silvery fingers over Brandy''s chest and squish into the fat. She tilted her head thoughtfully. "You have a wonderful heartbeat." "You''re the first toment," Brandy said, unsure how she was meant to take that. It was much like Aniseed, sexy in a purely conceptual way. The way her hands were pressing and prodding at her, it was like she was a scientist testing her reaction to a chemical, not a lover. "It''s a delightful sound." Aniseed smiled and pinched one of her nipples. Brandy squeaked. "And what a wonderful response. You have a sensitive chest." "Sensitive, you don''t say," Morgan grinned, leaning forward to give the pinched nipple a lick around Aniseed''srge fingers. The wind fluttering over her tongue heightened the sensation. Brandy''s heart was thundering in her ears as she rubbed her legs together in anticipation. "Any other things you''ve spotted?" "You have a lot to learn, little bird," Aniseed said, leaning her head close. She flicked her tongue out, and Brandy rubbed her legs together in uncontrolled anticipation as the huge, wet muscle slowly uncoiled from her mouth and licked over her other breast. It was a big and heavy lick that pushed Brandy back into the sofa. Brandy''s skin prickled into goosebumps as the tongue tip circled around her nipple, teasing it as Aniseed bobbed her head. Her hat slid off with a bit of a push from Morgan, flowers around its edge spilling petals down her body. Her hair was a silvery-blue pixie cut, as professional as you could get while still being alluring. "If you''re going to strip me, you could get the dress," Aniseed mumbled. "It doesn''te off easily." "Poor nning on your part, then," Morgan grinned, already pushing the dress off her shoulders. "Lucky, I want to see what kind of ass needs a dress like that." Aniseed pulled her head away from Brandy''s chest, leaving Brandy''s chest sopping wet as her tongue slid back into her mouth. Her eyes never left Brandy as she raised her arms up, giving Morgan the room she needed to push the dress down her arms and expose her chest. She wanted to see the reaction. And she wasn''t disappointed, even the stalls chipped in. "Holy fuck, that''s some tits," Sparky gasped before being dunked by Calcine and Lixi in her moment of distraction. Brandy had to agree with the drowned Bug. Aniseed wasn''t stacked up top, but her sheer size still made her breasts almost bigger than Brandy''s head. They defied gravity, heavy and so incredibly soft looking. Morgan didn''t even wait. She cupped her hands around them and lifted, sinking her fingers into the flesh. "That''s Brandy''s job, isn''t it?" Aniseed chuckled. "Though by all means, continue." "Brandy''s going to need the help," Morgan said, a little overawed. "Brandy, get in here." Brandy didn''t hesitate. She slid into Morgan''s side, the two working together to explore Aniseed''s breasts, and wow. Just wow. The weight of them in her hands, the softness, the sheer heft of them. It was like Aniseed''s body was tailor-made to scramble women''s brains, and Brandy could already feel herself fraying. She tried to focus, to knead her hands to give Aniseed some pleasure. Aniseed said she didn''t want it, but the way she was showing herself off, letting them toy with her. Surely, she got something out of it. "The rest of the dress to go." Aniseed hummed, "You''ll have to stop to get it." "Lucky she''s got help," Calcine said, striding out of the pool. The water made her coal skin shine, running in rivulets down a set of abs that made Brandy almost forget the chest ahead of her. She was so gorgeous, and she had a twin beside her, equally as mouth-watering. Even Aniseed was getting an eyeful. "Sparky?" Lixi called. "Much as I want to ruffle your fur, talldies await. Sparky was barely visible, squashed between the two Carkol, dripping wet and grinning like she''d won the lottery. The Carkol released her towards them just as Spitfire pulled herself into the pool, sshing them both and looking smugly at their res. They were going to tussle, and yet Brandy watched Sparky instead, getting her hands into the half taken off dress and pulling at the edges of it. She was ridiculously tinypared to Aniseed, but her enthusiasm more than made up for herck of reach. Even though Aniseed''s breasts were literally at their eye level, Brandy and Morgan were both more interested in getting a hold of her dress and helping strip her. Aniseed''s ass was an objectively important goal right now. Sadly, Sparky wasn''t getting very far even with their help. The dress had a lot of fabric and no seams; they''d bunched it horribly, and Aniseed wasn''t helping them one bit. They weren''t getting her naked anytime without help. "I''ll take over here," Spitfire said, slithering out of the pool anding over, "I''ll show you all a trick." "Please don''t burn my dress off." Aniseed said, "I can fix it, but the room will stink." "No, this is an ancient technique." Spitfire grinned, and her fangs shed. "Works every time in getting women out of their clothes and in the mood." She leaned her head in, tongue flicking out, and Brandy leaned back to watch Spitfire lick at the seam of the bunched-up dress. Slowly, her tongue slithered up and down, teasing the cloth and working at the edge of it until it could slide between the fabric. The long length made the cloth jump as Spitfire threaded through it, then pulled and pressed in just the right way to peel it away. It was impressive and made Brandy''s insides squirm. Just the thought of all that, doing anything to her. Spitfire really had taken it easy on her in the gym. There was no way she''d have survived that tongue. She winked as her tongue snaked around Aniseed''s legs and freed that dress. Aniseed had gone very quiet and still. Her face was a mask, but her eyes were almost too bright to look at. Was it the tongue she liked? Brandy vaguely remembered the Maon triplets talking about a partner from Kalos, and they were infamous for what they could do with their tongues. But Aniseed had said she wasn''t taken? A mystery, how enticing, and one Brandy had the tool to solve. She leaned in, licking a nipple and feeling Aniseed almost imperceptibly shiver under her touch. Sparky immediately picked up on it, taking a lick to the thigh, but Morgan wasn''t as fast. Frozen in ce, staring down. The dress was off, and Aniseed had an ass that was nothing short of a miracle. Huge and round, with a plumpness that made squish up against her thighs and form a tiny fold of skin that was utterly irresistible to Sparky''s tongueshing. Brandy folded her body into Aniseed''s, wrapping around to pressing her hands into the flesh and exploring the expanse as Morgan stared, wide-eyed. "Calcine," Lixi said casually, "Your bird girlfriend is broken." "She likes butts." Calcine said, just a matter of fact, "I don''t think she''s met one quite like this before." "They build them big in Gr," Morgan swallowed. "I''ve seen bigger." She was lying. Everyone knew it. She didn''t even believe it herself. "Come, have a lick if you like it," Aniseed said, wiggling her ass just a little. Enough to make her cheeks jiggle and draw a strangled gasp from Morgan''s throat. It was cute seeing her overwhelmed. Usually, Morgan had an unshakable confidence. But she''d flown right into a brick wall with Aniseed ande away stunned. Spitfire withdrew her tongue from the dress and took the offered lick, that long snake tongue running a wet line over a cheek as Morgan shook her feathers and tried to fan herself with the wings. She was cooking up quickly. The only kind thing to do was for Brandy to take her hands, push her into Aniseed''s arms, and mp them down on Aniseed''s cheeks, getting them in so firmly that she almost lost Morgan''s fingers. "I''m going to Evolve." Morgan mewled. "Right now, and then, I''m going to cry." Brandy was forced to add to the sandwich. Calcine and Lixi dragged her in to get behind Morgan, pressing Brandy up to her body. They bit at Morgan''s neck as Lixi got the other side, leaving the back for Brandy to nip. She''d be spitting out featherster, but the soft wail from Morgan''s throat was worth it. "I''ve never had someone orgasm just from touching it," Aniseed said, "What would happen if I sat on her?" Brandy grinned. She would get broken tonight, but at least she wouldn''t be the first. It''d give her a chance to work out Aniseed''s deal. She wanted everyone to enjoy tonight to the fullest, and Aniseed was the only one clearly holding something back. If Brandy was going to be put in the center tonight, she might as well awaken the Steel Giantess and go in as hard as possible. 167 – A Fistful of Change (18+) 167 ¨C A Fistful of Change (18+) Morgan was in a ce of wonder, pressing and taking her hands off Aniseed''s ass, watching her cheeks bounce back to a resting position with wide-eyed awe. Brandy had her head poked over her shoulder, hair brushing against Morgan''s hat. Pressed into Morgan''s back by Calcine and Lixi, Brandy tried to get Morgan''s attention with a few nibbles to the neck, but Morgan had been worked up far beyond what her brain could handle. Her eyes were hungry for more and shed as Brandy spoke, but the meaning of Brandy''s words just sailed in one ear and out the other. For this Murkrow, there was only butt. It would have been easy to leave Morgan to be sat on. Aniseed clearly wanted to see how far she could push Morgan''s infatuation, but Brandy wasn''tpletely clueless about her newest partner''s desires. Morgan loved being in charge of things. She''d enjoy things so much more with some control. Once her brain reset. Brandy pushed a finger into Morgan''s mouth, then ran it over Morgan''s lips. The Murkrow blinked, suckling on the offered digit as she tried to puzzle out where she even was. It was a slow, gradual realization. Morgan looked around, blinking slowly, then down at the hands pressed into the most glorious ass she''d everid eyes on. "I''m not dreaming." She croaked. "Right? I''m not. It''s too perfect." "If you''re dreaming," Sparky grinned from down where she was kissing Aniseed''s thighs, "Move over so I can get a crack at them." Morgan growled, and her feathers bristled. Pressed up to them, it let Brandy feel the even softer fuzz they hid underneath, a gloriously decadent thing to be pressed into as Lixi and Calcine pawed at her. Her breasts, her tummy, and her thighs, nothing was spared from the pair. Brandy''s head was swimming, her mind rapidly melting, and her core was absolutely burning up for some attention. It made it harder to think. Brandy wanted them all to touch her. She didn''t care who did what, but she knew that if they kept going, she would end up a fucked senseless mess on the sofa. Her body was already heating up at the thought of it. She felt like an overfilled ss ready to spill at the slightest touch. Brandy wanted to give in, but the rational side of her said no. If she wanted to make this the best night yet, she needed to keep a little control or at least help direct the rest. Brandy gave Aniseed''s ass onest squeeze,cing her fingers through Morgan''s so they could both get a handful of the deliciously plump flesh together. Spitfire''s tongue curled around their wrists, teasing them as the Centiskorch stared at the pair with her own hungry eyes. Everyone wanted a piece of something. It was time to serve the appetizer. "I love the way this feels," Brandy whispered to Morgan. "And I know you love it too. But there''s so much more we can do, and I think you know that." Morgan''s breathing was deep and heavy, her chest heaving. Brandy watched Morgan swallow, the Murkrow''s eyes focusing and refocusing. Morgan wasing back to her senses, at least a little. "Let''s get Brandy center stage," Morgan said, "Lixi, Calcine, show off the star of our show, please." Calcine and Lixi shared a smile as they grabbed Brandy''s side and picked her up, walking her forward. Sparky crossed her legs and sat on the floor, wiggling back and forth with excitement as Spitfire loosened her coils to give them space to drop Brandy in front of Aniseed. Brandy felt her heart flutter at the sight of Aniseed''s cock. A smooth, silvery length that was already throbbing in anticipation, thanks to Morgan. It was as massive as the rest of her and just as artfully designed to break women. The soft ridges curving along the thick length made Brandy shiver with desire and nervous excitement. "So here''s my woman, fully dressed and fully beautiful," Calcine said, stretching Brandy''s arms out to her side. "Lixi, you''re a Gym leader''s Pok¨¦mon. What''s your professional assessment?" Lixi hummed, rubbing her chin. She stepped around Brandy, her hands running up and down Brandy''s body, cupping and squeezing. The Carkol''s fingers trailed up and down Brandy''s stomach, drawing a soft sigh as she felt the heat of her fingertips through her shirt. "This is a beautiful specimen. The shape is perfect. Tall enough, there''s plenty for us all to enjoy. Nice tits and an ass that I want to bounce quarters off." Lixi reached down and ran her thumb over the seam of Brandy''s pants. "Fuck, that''s a great idea," Sparky said, "Spitfire, you have quarters?" "I''m naked, where would I carry-" "Aniseed!" Sparky cut in, "You''ve got a sick penthouse. You''re clearly loaded. Do you have quarters?" Aniseed smiled and flexed her hand. A jar on a shelf rattled, and the lid unscrewed, and quarters floated out of it and into her hands. She slipped one over her fingers, the metal gleaming in the penthouse light. "These are mine, though. What am I getting for them?" "You''ll be fucking Brandy," Sparky grinned. Aniseed nodded, rolling the coin between her fingers. "I''m already going to get that. What else?" Sparky looked back to Morgan. The Murkrow was watching, a smile creeping across her face as the conversation happened. "I know you have a game." "Everyone wants a piece of her. Look at her. She''s sweating at the thought of it. She''s so hot." Morgan licked her lips, and Brandy''s knees wobbled. "But who gets to unwrap her? We get to do everything to her tonight, but we''re only getting her naked once." "Well, clearly as the host-" Aniseed said but got shushed by Morgan''s wing. "You''ve already got a perfect ass. You''re going to have to work for something." Morgan said, "Simple rules. We all take turns bouncing a quarter off of her butt and trying to get the best sound out of her. The winner gets to strip her down and the first touch of skin." Aniseed tossed the quarter, catching it on her thumb and forefinger. "Brandy, turn around and grab your ankles." "Who judges best sound?" Spitfire said, "Arguments about it aren''t sexy." "I''ll do it," Brandy said as she bent to grab her ankles. Not being able to see any of them made her skin prickle. Her clothes felt so tight against her skin. "Don''t take forever about it!" The room was silent but for the sound of Aniseed flicking the coin up in the air. A click as it hit her fingers again, another, then a third. Brandy held her breath. Then with a sudden sharp p, the quarter bounced off her ass. "Ah!" Brandy yelped. A bright, high note. Imagining the look on their faces made her blush. "You better be enjoying this!" "Loving it. Nice start." Calcine purred. "My turn." Click. Click. Click. Brandy felt a hand stroke her ass. "Hey! That''s cheating," Sparky said. The hand squeezed firmer. "I''m used to Morgan''s games by now." Calcine said, "Morgan said the rules were simple. Bounce a quarter and get the best sound. No touching skin. She knows how loose those rules are." "Guilty," Morgan said, the shuffles of feathers from what was probably a shrug. "Still, be rude to take forever. We''re all waiting." Brandy opened her mouth to say something, but as she drew in a breath, the heat from Calcine''s hand washed through her, and she felt the quarter bounce off her butt. She let out a high-pitched whimper that she didn''t even know she had in her. "Damn it," She whispered. "Evil." "It was," Calcine growled. "Lixi threw that one." "Not against the rules!" Lixi cackled. "I worked her up!" Calcine gave Brandy''s ass onest squeeze before bouncing her quarter. Brandy was too breathless to do much but give a sigh. "You''re lucky you''re hot." "Come get kisses," Lixi said, "I''ll make it up to you." "Well, I''ve been robbed," Aniseed said, "But I''ll enjoy the show. Morgan, you''re next. It''s unfair for the one setting the rules to gost. Try to impress me." Morgan chuckled. "Okay, I''ll take my shot." The sound of metal hitting flesh rang out, and Aniseed gave a shocked gasp so loud it rang off the penthouse windows. The coin took a few seconds tond, tinkling off somewhere in the distance. "Oh shoot, I missed," Morgan purred. "Sorry, Aniseed, I''ll kiss it better. Don''t be disappointed in me." "That was beautiful," Sparky sniffed. "Brandy needs to inherit from Aniseed. We''re going to have to get her fucked stupid after. Imagine having that in our hands." Brandy''s ears picked up little kissing sounds as she stared at the floor. It was so unfair that she couldn''t see this. It was just like Morgan to find an extra special way to cheat. Wait. The rules didn''t say anything about Brandy at all. Brandy swung her body round, getting an eyeful of Lixi and Calcine dancing tongues, while Morgan rubbed her cheek against Aniseed''s butt like it granted wishes. A beautiful sight. The two left to go, Sparky and Spitfire, were conspiring while everyone was distracted. The two Bugs grins told her that she was about to see some cheating even Morgan would squawk about. Sparky walked over, a quarter in her hand, and dragged a sparking finger down the back of Brandy''s shirt. The electricity crackling along her spine made her squirm. Light enough, it was just a fizzle, but it still made her insides go all gooey. The potential Sparky had at her fingertips was so enticing. "Keep bent," Sparky said, "I''m very short. I need a good target." Brandy tensed her body, and Sparky hooked her fingers around Brandy''s pants and pulled, slipping a hand inside them. It made her want to arch her back and press into Sparky''s hand, but Brandy kept her pose so she wouldn''t get Sparky out of the game. It didn''t matter. Sparky''s hand pressed against her inner thigh, getting a squeeze that made her gasp. "Good girl," Sparky giggled, her fingertips traced along the edges of her panties, tracing the stic waistband. Her finger dipped inside, and she fluttered electric fingertips across Brandy''s slit. Sparky''s finger ran up and down her folds, the fizzling sparks sending ripples of pleasure through her body as a coin bounced off her butt. Brandy moaned so deeply her vision blurred, her thighs twitching as she ground her face into the ground. "Hey!" Calcine and Lixi snapped apart and turned their heads. "That''s cheating! No skin contact!" "Damn, guess I''m disqualified," Sparky grinned, holding up her fingers, a quarter still between them. "And I''m pretty sure I''m the winner," Spitfire grinned, showing her open palms. Her coin was already tossed. "I really picked the best moment there to throw. What a coincidence." "Yeah," Brandy burbled. "Winner to the Bugs." Sparky high-fived Spitfire and went to sit on her coils. "We''re both winners. Spitfire''s going to squeeze me into a ball as she licks me into bliss. It''s going to be great." "This shameless cheating bettere with a good show," Aniseed said with a shake of her head. "Enjoy it, Spitfire. I''m fighting you for her after the clothes are off." "Oh, you''ll lose, sweetheart, but I''m happy to watch you go down." Spitfire grinned as she slithered up to Brandy. "I''m the best choice anyway. You''ve already experienced how good I am at getting clothes off." Well, at least Aniseed seemed more excited about getting at Brandy now, and Spitfire was right. She was good at getting clothes off. Hopefully, she was going to use that tongue again, and then, well, Brandy just had to survive. 168 – Outflanked but never Outhornied (18+) 168 ¨C Outnked but never Outhornied (18+) Spitfire sat Brandy on the sofa and slithered off behind it out of view. Brandy would have turned to look, but everyone else was staring at her, fanned out around the towering Aniseed. Just their hungry looks made her squirm in her seat. She was sure they could have fried an egg on her thighs from how hot she felt. Aniseed''s aloof confidence, Sparky''s excitable energy, Lixi and Calcine''s hungry res, and Morgan''s- Well, Morgan was still lost in the joy of Aniseed''s extra thick hips, but that still left four sets of eyes full of promise that they would do terrible things. Even Aniseed''s analytical gaze lingered on Brandy''s chest and legs more than her face. Morgan''s kneading of her butt seemed to do something for the silver giant. "Don''t worry,dies," Spitfire said before her. "I''ll get her all warmed up for you." The wet lick against Brandy''s neck and the hot breath in her ear startled a shiver out of her. Her body reflexively scrunched up, hands squeezing handfuls of her shirt, pulling it tight against her body as Brandy tried to excise some of the built-up anticipation. "Rx," Spitfire purred, the soft lull of her voice hypnotizing to Brandy. "You''re about to have a really good time." "Can''t wait," Brandy squirmed, and she tried to turn, but a hand kept her jaw steady and head forward. "Everyone''s going to wait." Spitfire''s long, hot tongue ran up the side of her neck and traced her ear. "I won the game. I''m going to enjoy my prize." Brandy''s whole body tingled as the others watched with thinly concealed anticipation. Lixi and Calcine were pawing each other up while Sparky bounced on the balls of her feet in pure excitement. Brandy''s breath caught in her throat as Spitfire''s teasing tongue slipped over her shoulder and down her shirt. The hot, wet muscle wrapped around a breast and tugged, lifting Brandy from her seat to follow it. Brandy''s eyes widened, and her hands darted out to brace herself. She could feel the warmth of Spitfire spilling down over her body as the hot, writhing tip of Spitfire''s tongue squeezed between her chest and slid back up, utching her bra. Spitfire took her bra off first, even with her shirt still buttoned up! The length of her tongue was unreal. Just the thought of it made Brandy''s heart flutter. She was pulling Brandy around with it like a puppet on a string. The press of Brandy''s chest against her strained shirt as her back arched made a few buttons pop off. "Boob explosion," Sparky chanted quietly, "Boob explosion." No one joined in, but that didn''t stop her from continuing. Spitfire''s tongue pulled back while still in her shirt, and Brandy was dragged up with it, her back arched into the giant sofa as her legs scrabbled for purchase. Brandy''s shirt buttons couldn''t handle it, pinging off all at once, her chest breaking out of the shirt in one rapid burst before gravity dumped her back into the leather. The move actually got a few cheers and a polite p from Aniseed. Brandy panted, trying to catch her breath as Spitfire''s tongue helped tug her shirt off her fully, running down the sleeves and across her already sweat-soaked back. Spitfire didn''t mind, seemed to relish it even, and her hot tongue was soon back up and running over Brandy''s shoulders again. The tip flicked at Brandy''s cheek, asking for permission toe aboard, and when she opened her mouth, it slipped right in and started exploring. Brandy whimpered as the invader quickly overtook her mouth, and the crowd let out a collective gasp as the tongue slithered and writhed to fill out her cheeks and wrapped up her own tongue. It was dizzying, and it didn''t stop until Brandy''s head was swimming so badly she had to pull it free just to keep a grip on her sanity. It wasn''t an easy task, wet in her hands and so unreally long. The hot saliva thered everywhere as she pulled it free, dripping to add a shine to her cheeks and chest. "Arceus, fuck me," Brandy whimpered as her body shuddered, and the crowd showed their approval with a few catcalls and whistles. "She wouldn''t do it as good as I''m going to," Spitfire purred in Brandy''s ear, her red hair spilling down Brandy''s side. Brandy''s arms gave out, and she slumped into the sofa, panting, trying to collect her thoughts. Spitfire''s long, segmented tail spilled over the back of the sofa and draped over her. Brandy felt the tail tickling the underside of her breasts, the hot flesh teasing the soft, sweat-covered mounds. Fuck she was such a mess already, and loving it. "She''s going to melt," Calcine said. "Sparky, you got a bottle to keep her in once we''re done?" "I can hammer her back into shape," Aniseed said. "Don''t worry about breaking her." Brandy groaned and shuddered at the words, her fingers gripping the sofa and her legs squeezing together. "You''ll need this hammer sooner thanter with the noises she''s making," Morgan cooed, running a hand over Aniseed''s enormous yet elegant cock. "Don''t tease the audience too much, Spitfire. We want a big finish." "Oh, I can assure you I''ll get her to finish many times," Spitfire purred and nipped at Brandy''s ear. "You have a number in mind?" Aniseed asked casually. "I''ll double it." The sharp tug of teeth made Brandy whine at that spike of light pain, mixed in with all the pleasure of a dextrous tail running over her thighs and dragging Brandy''s skirt and panties with practiced ease. Brandy''s hips rose to help Spitfire pull her clothes down her legs. She barely needed to think about it. Her body just wanted to be fucked right now and wasn''t going to sit about waiting for her brain to have input on that. "Five, maybe six," Spitfire said as her tongue teased over Brandy''s nipples. The tip of her tail coaxed her skirt and panties off. All she had left were her socks and boots. "What if I say ten though?" "Then I''ll make sure to have plenty of water nearby," Aniseed said. "Because she''s going to bite a pillow until I''ve dragged twenty orgasms out of that body of hers." For a Pok¨¦mon allegedly not that interested in sex, Aniseed was getting verypetitive. As much as the coin game had been fun, she didn''t want this to turn into a game show. Kicking her boots against the sofa, Brandy swallowed the thick lump in her throat, smiled, and channeled her inner Sparky. "How about you start with one before getting cocky? I got a Fire Badge today. I''m kind of a big deal." Aniseed''s eyes shed at that challenge. She put a hand on her hips, casually showing off all she had for Brandy. She didn''t need words to prove she could get it done. Spitfire chuckled, and her tail tip ran between Brandy''s legs, gently spreading them open. "I love the spirit," Spitfire said. "She thinks she''s hot stuff." "Hot as fuck for sure," Lixi said as she and Calcine came round to sit on the sofa, one on either side of Brandy. They peppered her with kisses, their hands sliding over her stomach, fingers interlinking as they enjoyed the feel of her and each other. "Show these two you can handle the heat," Calcine whispered in her ear. "I want to see Aniseed crack." Brandy''s body was a slippery mess from Spitfire''s tongueshing, and Calcine and Lixi''s polished bodies slid neatly to fit her own. They were almost as hot as Spitfire, who was draped over her shoulder, her smug smile just barely visible out of the corner of her eye. She was ying with Brandy''s pussy, spreading her lips and teasing her entrance. It was a slow,zy pace, but Brandy knew Spitfire was just trying to lure in Aniseed. So Brandy stayed silent, biting her bottom lip, letting the two beside her smother her with kisses and gentle touches. "Well, if no one wants that, I''ll jump in," Sparky said, arms behind her head as she took a casual step toward Brandy. Aniseed took the bait, rushing forward and mming her hands either side of Brandy''s head, her chest swinging forward to nuzzle at Brandy''s cheeks. Her silver skin was cool to the touch, a wee balm from the three Fire hotties draped all over her. The softness was simply incredible. It melted under Brandy''s touch like liquid and yet pressed back firm with every breath Aniseed took. Sparky had set her off, Aniseed''s red eyes glowing so bright they stained the silver around them red. She smacked her cock down onto Brandy''s stomach, letting Brandy not just see but feel the full staggering length of her. Brandy couldn''t help herself. She lifted it and bent almost double to kiss the tip, squashed down by the weight of Spitfire on her back. She was rewarded with a drop of clear liquid beading at the tip. The taste was intensely sweet and made her mouth tingle like she''d licked the end of a battery. Brandy knew that taste, just like Sparky, an Electric type who couldn''t hold it back anymore. Spitfire''s tongue slid down her body to meet it, coiling around Aniseed''s cock and tugging it down. "A double stuffing," Lixi whistled, "What a good idea." "We did it first," Calcine said smugly. "But I like this variant." Towering above Brandy, Spitfire and Aniseed looked at each other. She was barely able to even see them over the glorious curve of Aniseed''s bust. Then she saw Spitfire nod in silent agreement. "I''ll make room for you," Aniseed agreed and stepped back. Spitfire''s tongue pulled back with Aniseed''s dick until the tip slid across Brandy''s pussy. "Got enough tongue?" Spitfire snorted and pped Aniseed''s ass with her tail. Or tried. Morgan was still gripped firmly to it, so she got smacked instead, an excited moaning from the obsessed Murkrow. "Stop posturing and fuck her," Morgan said, "I want to see these hips move in a blur. The jiggling will be just-" There was a sound like a kiss, an over-exaggerated ''mwah,'' and Sparky giggling at Morgan''s antics. She''d have to work out something for those two. If she survived this. Looking down at Aniseed''s cock, Brandy gulped. Big if. 169 – All Together Now! (18+) 169 ¨C All Together Now! (18+) Lixi and Calcine were two whispering shoulder angels for Brandy, except both of them just wanted to see her fucked to within an inch of her life. Brandy had her arms around their shoulders, holding on to them for support as she took some steady breaths. "Ready?" Spitfire purred, her speech slurred around her tongue. That tongue ran over Aniseed''s cock andshed forward, so the very tippped over Brandy''s waiting pussy. "Can I have a decade to train first?" Brandy said, sinking her head back into the soft sofa. She couldn''t watch them try to take her. Her mind just didn''t believe it was possible. "Otherwise, let''s do this." "That''s the spirit," Spitfire mumbled. She gave a few more long licks to the silvery giantess'' cock, making sure that the entire length was good and slick with spit. It glistened, polished to a mirror shine. Aniseed''s settled her hands on Brandy''s thighs, and the sudden, incredible pressure of her cock pressing against Brandy''s waiting pussy made her heart stop. Brandy set her jaw and fixed her gaze on Calcine''s burning eyes. Her Partners would help if things went too far. That was the lifeline she could hold tight to calm her nerves. "A beautiful woman shouldn''t be kept waiting," Aniseed said and pushed her hips forward. The first touch of the head of her cock, the first wave of pressure, was an intense burst that rippled through Brandy''s body and made her throat stick. Spitfire''spping had worked to loosen her up, and the spitshine lubrication did the rest. But it still wasn''t something you took easily, and that was only the first push. Spitfire''s tongue curled around it, making it even more of a struggle. Aniseed was pure focus while Spitfire was ying with her food. Her tongueshed and flickered in Brandy, teasing already stretched muscles, all while Aniseed kept up a slow, patient pressure that was as overwhelming as it was unrelenting. They worked so well together, the tongue adding the perfect amount of spice to an otherwise very in but satisfying meal. With generous helpings. "Ah... ah!" Brandy gasped, pressing her head to Calcine''s as Lixi peppered her neck with kisses. "Fuck!" "Working on it," Aniseed said, "You''re doing very well. A lot of women, I have to really work up before daring to attempt this. You''ll make an excellent Trainer." "She''s the best," Sparky said, behind Aniseed with Morgan, holding the Murkrow''s hand as she took deep breaths. "You do right by her! Turn her brains to mush." "Oh... Oh, fuck!" Brandy gasped as Aniseed took Sparky''s advice to heart. She pushed her hips forward a little harder, and Brandy''s pussy put up a brave fight against it but quickly surrendered to the superior force. Spitfire''spping tongue tried to ease the passage, but there was only so much she could do. Brandy simply had to be stretched out, so she was, inch by inch. Brandy fought against her instincts and rxed, letting the warmth of two gorgeous Carkols wash over her. Squeezing her eyes shut as her entire world shrank to the sensation of a cock sliding inside her. Every ridge of it, every section fattened by Spitfire''s tongue, felt like an insurmountable obstacle, but they''d faced plenty of those so far and won. With a little help from her Partners. "Calcine, Lixi, give me some fire. Sparky pump Aniseed up for me. Morgan, use your wind so I don''t melt." Brandy said and then smiled. "Love you all." There was a chorus of mumbled noises at how cute that was and a few kisses along her body. The heat built within her, rxing her muscles and soothing aches. Sweat dripped down her breasts and over her stomach. Morgan helped fan the heat, swirling wind around Brandy''s head, a blissful balm that let her take the heat being poured into her. The slight crackle of electricity and groan from Aniseed let her know Sparky was doing her thing, and she felt the cock spasm within her, the tongue wrapped around it wriggling madly. Brandy''s hands dug into the Carkol''s shoulders, and she let out a whine so high-pitched it sounded like she''d a small puncture. Then a thick ridge of Aniseed''s artfully designed cock finally pressed Brandy apart enough to im space inside her. Her eyes popped wide open. It was more deliriously stuffing than even Mercury. Brandy''s whole body seized up, and her toes curled as she kicked in Aniseed''s grip. Her pussy clenched tightly around the fat cock as Aniseed settled into her. "So full... " Brandy groaned. "You''re not even halfway yet." Sparky said, "Deep breaths." "Wait... what?" Spitfire chuckled and ruffled Brandy''s hair. Then her tongue coiled out, every slippery press against Brandy''s insides making her brain crackle with fireworks. By the time she had it out, Brandy had to forcibly push her thoughts together to get her ears to listen. Her whole body felt like a machine that was failing, bit by bit. "She''s kidding, you''ve taken it all." "Fuck..." Brandy looked down past her swollen tummy. Aniseed''s hands rested on her, the massive cock jammed inside her giving her belly a little bump to rest in Aniseed''s palm. "How?" "The magic of Teamwork," Lixi said, stealing a kiss from Brandy''s lips while she was confused. "And you''ve been busy as a Trainer, haven''t you? Inheritance builds up fast if you push your boundaries." "She''s certainly pushed them," Calcine smiled, "And I know she isn''t going to stop. Brandy can''t resist making Pok¨¦mon smile, no matter how much trouble she gets into." "I just want you all to enjoy," Brandy said, barely able to breathe. Even the tiniest motion sent shockwaves through her. Aniseed shifted her hips and smiled as that simple motion blurred Brandy''s vision. The feeling of all that smooth, thick cock was enough to make her head spin. "If I can do anything that makes you feel good, I''ll do it." "That''s our Brandy," Calcine said, kissing the tip of her nose. "You should all show her your appreciation," Lixi said, nuzzling close. "Morgan, Sparky, get in here." "No, just Sparky." Brandy said, "Morgan, stop pawing Aniseed''s butt and do what you really want." "It''s so good though," Morgan said. "I''m not worthy." "You''re part of this team, you''re going to help fuck me!" Brandy said firmly, even as she tried to avoidughing at how ridiculous she sounded. "Yeah, Morgan. It''s your duty to make that ass p," Sparky said as she jumped onto Calcine, draping herself over her so she could lean in to get in on the Brandy kisses. It was ridiculous with three of them trying it, just an overwhelming flurry of warm lips and crackling, nipping bites to her lip. The weight of all their bodies pressing down on her, pushing her into the sofa, the sheer mass of all these lovelydies piled on top of her, was almost enough to distract her from the throbbing, twitching monster in her pussy. Almost. "Aniseed, do you mind if I..." Morgan asked bashfully. Morgan! Bashful. She really was smitten. "I simply want you all to be happy. I told you sex is not a big deal for me." Aniseed said, "If you think you can handle it. Go ahead." Brandy had her doubts about Aniseed''s sincerity there. The throb of her cock, the eagerness with which she worked. Aniseed was enjoying this. She just wasn''t letting it show as much as she could. Why was still a mystery, one that Brandy could only solve by getting fucked absolutely senseless. She was on the case. Morgan sunk her ws into Aniseed''s hips and helped move them back, and that sucked all other thoughts right out of Brandy''s head. There wasn''t room for anything, but Aniseed''s cock, Brandy''s whole existence was reduced to the feeling of a massive, ridged, silver rod sliding out of her, inch by inch, the fat head rippling over her insides and inming everything Spitfire had ked with her tongue. Her pleasure was like catnip for Lixi, Calcine, and Sparky, who pawed at her body and bit her skin like they could somehow steal a little bit of her pleasure for themselves. She wanted to give it to them, desperately hoping her body''s twitches were enough for them to enjoy. It felt insufficient. She wished she had more of her to give. She could feel their bonds all stacked upon her as clearly as their bodies. She tried to squeeze back, not even clear what she was squeezing, only that it was soft and made them growl with approval. "I love you," Brandy gasped. No name needed. She loved them all so much right now. She couldn''t imagine her life without them, couldn''t imagine not being with them. Her mind was full of their love, and she tried to wrap her arms around everyone on top of her, an impossible task, but so was everything today. She tried anyway, mashing her face into breasts, eager kissing lips, and giggling Joltik fur. Then Aniseed''s cock, powered by a thrust from Morgan''s hips, mmed back inside her, and the shock of it smashed open the dam that had been building. One thrust and Brandy''s body was a ragdoll, tossed by the wild storm of pleasure. Only the solid presence of her partners let her keep a grip on reality. It wasn''t an orgasm. That would have been something she could have handled. It was pure sensory overload, too much pleasure for one woman, the kind of intensity that should onlye in brief moments. Not an endless tide that only built and built as they all worked each other up. Brandy couldn''t even think straight. Her head was full of white noise, the static of a thousand overwhelming sensationsyered over and over. The fucking Aniseed was giving her was an immacte performance, but it could have been the sloppy fumbling of a novice, and it wouldn''t have mattered. Brandy was primed to explode. The only real question was how hard. The answer was very. Brandy would have sworn, but what came out of her mouth was more primal, just angry, excited noises that made her sound wilder than any Pok¨¦mon. An orgasm tore through her, and every single muscle in her body tensed up as it raced past. Her pussy squeezed around the giant cock, trying to milk it topletion. Aniseed was having none of it, pounding Brandy right through the orgasm without breaking her stride even a little. The p of Morgan behind her came with some overwhelmed little squawks as Morgan buried her face in Aniseed''s neck. Brandy''s body wasn''t built for this yet. Even as the hot flush of the orgasm faded away, her body still thrummed and shook. Every slight motion, every little rub, and bump against her oversensitive nerves set off aftershocks, and everyone wanted a piece of her. The pile of women atop was such a delicious mess, everyone''s mouths and hands wandering where they would, eager to get in on the action, and Brandy''s pleasure was an addiction they''d dly given in to. Spitfire kissing the top of her head and squeezing her cheeks like she was a stress ball, Aniseed hammering her front, her breasts mashing against Brandy''s chin, her hard muscled stomach a delight every time it met Brandy''s. Calcine and Lixi, her twin rocks supporting her side, heat spilling from them and melting her insides almost as effectively as Aniseed''s cock. Sparky, nipping at her skin, electric tickles and shocks of pleasure from the Bug Bites that made everything burn even hotter. Even though Morgan was busy trying to pound Aniseed''s ass, she still stroked at Brandy''s thighs with her wings, her winds swirling over Brandy''s skin and helping cool her off. It was all too much in the best way possible. "Are you alright?" Aniseed asked, her voice as soft and serene as a mountainke while her grip was tighter than needed. The contrast was there. "Oh, fuck yes." Brandy''s words didn''t sound like her own, floating in the sea of pleasure she was drowning in. "Are you enjoying?" "Very unique," Aniseed said, "I could use a few kisses." "Morgan, kiss the shit out of her." Brandy said, "No mercy." Morgan was already on it, her face nuzzling up to Aniseed''s, hiding her under her hat as she went at it noisily. Aniseed''s content purr music to Brandy''s ears. "Do you need a rest?" Calcine asked. "We can take a breather. There''s a pool to dip in." "No! Keep going. Just be here, stay with me." Brandy said, "You''re all amazing." "So are you," Calcine said, running her fingers over Brandy''s stomach, asionally crushed by Aniseed''s pumping stomach. "We''re spoiled to have a Trainer like you." She was still fizzling from a mind-melting orgasm, and she already felt a second on the way, and yet, somehow, Calcine saying that was the best feeling Brandy had yet. 170 – A Poor Joyce of Words 170 ¨C A Poor Joyce of Words The hardest part of the night wasn''t exhaustion or having her brain turned to mush. Brandy had gotten awfully close to both plenty of times, but therge group helped keep each other in check. If Sparky got too enthusiastic, someone would squish her until she melted into their arms. When Lixi and Calcine got too heated up, Aniseed and Morgan helped lower them into the pool to cool off, turning the penthouse into an impromptu sauna. Hopefully, Aniseed''s Recycle worked against dampness, or they''d really messed up her home. Spitfire was intense when she got her turn, she was absolutely masterful at fucking, and it was clear to Brandy she''d been holding back in the gym trial. When Spitfire actually tried, Brandy could barelyst a minute. Only her Partner tugging at the Centiskorch and getting her to slow down kept her from being pounded into a happy pile of mush. Leaning over the pool edge, Spitfire was still taking her turn as Brandy rested her head in her arms, her head swimming from the pleasure of it all. It was almost restful, just getting to soak in the love and the asional rush of orgasm, drifting on the edge of sleep but kept awake by the want of more. It was like a sleepover that''d gone on way too long, but you didn''t want the night to end, so you kept going until you just passed out. "You''ve done so well, you know. We''re all very impressed." Aniseed said, lounging beside Brandy in the pool. Morgan was in herp and had fallen asleep. The pure excitement of getting to fuck Aniseed''s ass had taken a toll on her. She looked so peacefully happy in her sleep, her feathers a ruffled mess and the dopiest smile. Aniseed was brushing her fingers through the feathers, making Morgan chirrup happily as she unconsciously shuffled up against her fingers. "You''ve got an unusually vast well of stamina. I think you''ve inherited something from Calcine without realizing it." "Not Sparky?" Brandy said with a contented sigh. The feeling of Spitfire''s hands pressing into her skin in a slow massage, the gentle thrusts of her cock inside of her. The Centiskorch chef was simmering her, letting her bubble away to enrich the vors. ze was such a lucky woman. "She''s the Electric. If I''d get unreal stamina from anyone, it''d be her." Sparky had found her spot on the sofa between Lixi and Calcine, naked apart from her choker. The pair of Carkol were fussing over her, teasing her with kisses and squeezing presses of their bodies. They were both stroking her cock, but not hard enough to make her cum, just enough to get the Joltik unusually quiet. She looked even more content right now than Brandy. "Brandy loves heat," Calcine said as she smothered Sparky with her breasts. Lixi leaned in so close, nting a kiss on Calcine''s chin, that Calcine had to squirm her jaw around to talk. "Heat makes me softer and more enthusiastic. You think she''s inherited my Steam Engine ability." "That does exin how she''s still going," Spitfire grinned, pressing down on Brandy''s back as she gave Brandy a firmer thrust that she felt deep to her core. Spitfire''s cum was hot, but it didn''t hurt. It just stoked the fire licking inside Brandy. Sweat ran down her breasts as the rest of her body sshed in the water, burying her face in her own chest as she let the pleasure wash over her. They''d made a mess of Aniseed''s pool, and the warm flow of cum from Spitfire seemed never-ending. ze needed to spend more time with her, or Spitfire was just one giant tank of it from tail to tip. Maybe both. Brandy was trying to pay attention to the talk, but Spitfire unloading into her had her eyes dancing with stars. Spitfire''s hands were so warm though, soothing muscle and bubbling her mind back to life. "That''s it, my leggy heat vampire. You enjoy all I have to give." Spitfire teased. Brandy tried to squeeze Spitfire with her thighs, but there was a lot of Spitfire to get her legs around. She settled for a few yful kicks. "So you all dogpiling me helped keep me awake?" "If we''re hot." "All super hot," Brandy said happily. "Joltik eyes and Carkol heart, I love that. I''m going to be invincible." "If it doesn''t get cold." Aniseed smiled, leaning down to give the sleeping Morgan a kiss. "There''s a trade-off. You''ll get tired much quicker if you get cold. Or too wet, a little might boost you, but too much and you''ll splutter." "Just got to keep her snug," Sparky sighed as she hugged Lixi and Calcine, trembling from a held-off orgasm. "This works really well. Can we keep Lixi?" "You can barely handle Calcine." Lixiughed, ruffling Sparky''s hair. "Come back when you''ve Evolved." "Hold you to that. We''ll have a whole new Brandy to show off. Even hotter. Though if Morgan gets her way, her butt might not fit through the door." Spitfire gave Brandy''s ass a spank, but the water made it a pretty soft blow. She wiggled back against her fingers, savoring the idea of being better. Warmth and heat gave her stamina now. Did that mean she should wear thicker clothes? No, that''d trap in her own body heat. She needed outside sources to refuel her, so fewer clothes actually helped there. She wasn''t about to go naked all the time, but it did mean they could be riskier with Calcine''s mes in a battle. The heat still made her sweat, but it''d wear her opponent down while helping her be raring to go. Brandy would have such fun with candles the next time she met Maple. "Look at you smiling," Aniseedughed. "You look so much like Maxi grinning like that." Aniseed''sugh was delightful, unashamedly confident and earnest. It was infectious and filled Brandy with a fuzzy, happy feeling that matched the one Spitfire gently pounded into her belly. Aniseed looked so different from when they''d met her, smiling and joking. The silver giantess had rxed thanks to Morgan and Brandy''s teamwork and seemed more yful than practical. Brandy couldn''t let this mystery go unpicked any longer. "Has anyone inherited from you Aniseed?" Brandy asked. "Your sisters mention a woman in Kalos. Is that Maxi?" "Yes, a good friend." Aniseed smiled, tickling Morgan under the chin and making her snuffle in her sleep. "And an excellent kisser. Sheins I made her grow out of all her jeans." "Did you?" "She looks better with them off, anyway," Aniseed said, patting her hip. "She tries to be mad, but she always gets a footstool to kiss me, eventually." "Making her climb you sounds fun," Spitfire said as she pressed her body down on Brandy''s. Stopping her rutting with her dick firmly nted inside, running her hands down Brandy''s body. "Sometimes I like to makedies do that. Scale up me for a treat." "She enjoys it, that and being pressed to walls." "Obviously," Sparky mumbled. "That''s top-tier stuff." Brandy would have to press her to a wall the next time she got too lippy. See how highly she really rated it. "Why don''t you visit her?" Brandy said, "She doesn''t want toe here?" "It''s an awkward, long-distance rtionship," Aniseed says. "I have my work here in Motostoke. She''s an engineer in Lumiose and keeps trying to leave, but she''s the only one who knows how half the systems work. She''s desperately trying to train up a recement." "You''re both keys to a city." Brandy smiled. "You built this one, and she''s keeping that one alive. I don''t know if I could handle having a whole city need me." "It''s rewarding," Aniseed took another kiss on the sleepy Morgan''s cheeks. "We''re both driven by work, but it''ll be a year before Maxi can leave. I''ve got a calendar. And holiday time booked." Sounds like Maxi needed a Steam Engine inheritance of her own or something simr because Aniseed clearly had designs. "You must miss her," Brandy said as Spitfire kissed her back. She wasn''t really fucking Brandy anymore, just enjoying her body after her orgasm. It still all made Brandy''s toes curl. "I do," Aniseed sighed. "She''s a wonderful, tall redhead who I could talk with endlessly." "Oh!" Sparky groaned, kicking her legs as the Carkol duo teased her with a double handjob. "That''s why your sisters sent Brandy at you. They look out for your type." Sparky squeaked as Lixi and Calcine gave her a poke, but getting it out in the open wasn''t so bad. Aniseed didn''t seem to have anyone to talk about it with, and it clearly had her all pent up. "I just miss her," Aniseed said firmly. "I''m not the sex-driven type." It was more like she didn''t want to be that when her Partner wasn''t around. But that was best left unsaid, so Brandy kissed her fingers and then transferred them to Aniseed''s lips. With a good stretch, she was still very tall. "Maybe she''ll drag it out of you." Brandy offered a convenient excuse rather than the truth that Aniseed just didn''t want to risk losing any affection for her with others. "You''re gorgeous. Any woman that can handle you must be a huge deal." "Maxi Joyce is an extraordinary woman." Aniseed nodded. "That I can guarantee." "Nice." Brandy Joyce said, settling into her arms. It took a moment to set in through the afterglow of some truly marathon fucking. "Wait, it''s that Maxi? That''s my aunt! You''re like my aunt-inw!" "Really?" Aniseed said with a sinister smile, "Does that mean I can make you mop up this mess after?" Sparkyughed about that so hard she got hups. 171 – Plans Set In Stone 171 ¨C ns Set In Stone "Are you absolutely sure you won''t stay the night?" Aniseed said, though her tone revealed that she already knew the answer. "Or, at the very least, fly you home?" "No," Calcine said, letting out a held-in breath of pure terror as she descended from the penthouse to the street. It was good to be back on solid ground. "If we stay, it''ll just start up again in the morning, and Brandy might really end up in the Pok¨¦-center." She gave her terribly horny Trainer a pat on the rear. She was slung over Calcine''s shoulder, wrapped up in her warm cloak, and snoring away like a train engine. Calcine knew snoring came from the vibrations in a rxed body, and Brandy had hit a point of peak rxation long ago. It''d been so sweet to watch her drift off to sleep in the warmth of their arms. "Well, thank you for sharing her; I hate having to feed the bond without my Partner here, but..." "We know Joyce''s by now," Sparky grinned. "Trust us, she''d want you to press every redhead you could find up to a wall." Aniseed reached down to flick Sparky''s nose, which just made her fur spark with excitement. "You''re not wrong, but I miss her. Filling that gap with another woman reminds me of who should be there instead." "You should call her," Calcine said, "Paint a scene for her. I think she''d like to hear it." "Wouldn''t she just feel left out?" Aniseed sounded genuinely worried about the possibility. Calcine tried to think of a way to soothe her, but Sparky was quicker off the mark. "Aniseed," Sparky said, wanting to put a hand on her shoulder but having to settle for a hip. "You are ridiculously gorgeous. There''s no way she''s not missing an ass that good." Morgan let out a quiet chirp. She was slung over Calcine''s other shoulder, just as soundly asleep as Brandy. "How does she know we said ass?" Calcine said. Another chirp. "Uncanny." Calcine snorted. "I thought she was wellposed for a Dark type, but it seems she channels all that instinct into one particr lust." "She''s a good bird," Aniseed said. "Maybe Maxi would like to hear about the Murkrow who worshipped me." "Lay it on thick," Sparky nodded. "Give her all the juicy details. You and Spitfire double-teaming Brandy. Spitfire wrecking me. Lixi and Calcine fighting to eat Brandy out." "We didn''t fight," Calcine said. "We disagreed on who should go first." "Was a Championship tournament for her pussy. You''re lucky Aniseed can repair dents in her floorboards." "I might borrow some of this colorful phrasing," Aniseed said, a hand over her mouth to hide any politeughs. "I''ll give it a try. If it goes badly, I''ll hunt you both down." Calcine shrugged, getting a double snore out of Brandy and Morgan as the air got pushed out of their stomachs. "Sparky would love to be hunted down. Maybe do that if it goes well? You''ll have to get creative if it goes badly." "It''s a deal. This is what Brandy was heading towards arranging herself, wasn''t it? Before we had to calm her down about finding out, I was family adjacent." "She''s a goof," Sparky said, flicking her fingertips over the sleeping Trainer''s nose and making her snuffle. "Her parents fucked so much she gets annoyed thinking about it." "I have noticed an overabundance of passion is a Joyce trait," Aniseed said, hands over her heart. She was only in a slim ck nightdress, so it was a sight that made hearts thump in sympathy. "Take care of her. I''ll be part of the family someday and will be even more annoying than her parents if I have my way." "We will," Calcine nodded. "I''ll get Morgan to give you a Dex call in the morning. She''ll be mortified she didn''t say goodbye and thank you." "I''ll think about her every time I try to sit down tonight," Aniseed said fondly. "I don''t think I''ve ever beenplimented that much in one go. She has a gift with words." "She is all mouth," Sparky nodded, "You should hear her when she''s feeling smug. Insufferable." "I suffer you both just fine," Calcine said. "Well, you''re a tolerance machine. You don''t count." Aniseed leaned down to give them both a kiss on the cheek. Sparky didn''t even try to hide her staring down Aniseed''s cleavage. "Spitfire and Lixi were arguing about which pizza ce has the hottest delivery womenst I left them. I''d like to get back up there and maybe order a nice pizza to go with the delivery." "You''re rich as heck. Give her a huge tip!" Sparky said, "She''s going to earn it." "I''ll make her week, don''t you worry. Take care and good luck with your Tournament fight." Aniseed said with a polite curtsey before drifting off back up the building. Calcine and Sparky both watched her go, with legs like those you didn''t pass up the view. Motostoke at night was still somewhat noisy, and only pure exhaustion kept Brandy and Morgan from waking up as Calcine carried them both home. Sparky, of course, couldn''t help. Their arms would trail on the ground. Or at least that was the excuse she''d used. They got a few looks from Pok¨¦mon on the way back, but there was grudging respect given to women who''d gotten their fill, so they only had to endure a few catcalls and cheers. Sparky drank the attention up, bowing and showing off Brandy''s legs to whoever would look. It was shameless, but Calcine loved that about Sparky. She wasn''t aplicated Bug. She knew exactly what she wanted. To be pressed t and fucked until she couldn''t speak properly. The jingling badge on Calcine''s shirt was moreplicated. Pok¨¦mon weren''t meant to have badges, and yet... "You''ve gone all thoughtful quiet," Sparky said, getting a handful of Calcine''s butt. She got smushed in the face with Morgan''s hat for her mischief, the curious thing steadfastly hanging on to its spot on Morgan''s head even when she was upside down. "Pfff, I''m serious! I know when you''re deep thinking." "Lot to think about," Calcine deflected, "Someone breaking bonds, the Tournament match, Mercury is still out there somewhere. Us." "Us?" Sparky said, "This about what Fenny said?" It seemed like forever ago they''d gotten scanned in Fenny''sb. But Fenny had said Calcine shared a special bond with Sparky, a power-sharing agreement. Rare and special by bond standards, which were usually the strongest between humans and Pok¨¦mon. "Brandy used the ''love'' word a lotst night. Got me thoughtful, is all." Calcine said. "If you''re fishing for an ''I love you,'' then I''m happy to do it." Sparky smirked, "You''re big, strong, and always there for me. I love you." "It sounds insincere when you set it up like that." Calcine hip bumped the bug. "I''m serious. I worry I don''t carry the weight sometimes." "You''re literally carrying them both. Their tall asses would tten me." Sparky grinned. "Which I''m all for, but it''s a slow way to get home. This why you went for the badge? You''re nervous you aren''t good enough?" "Brandy''s special." "Yeah, obviously." Sparky said, "But you are too. You look amazing as a Carkol. You always make sure Morgan and I get time with her, and you''re super hot when you get super hot. Calcine,e on. If anyone is allowed to be insecure here, it''s me." "You''re our strongest fighter. You could have handled Mardi and her gang with one hand behind your back." "I''m a furry pipsqueak punching above her weight ss." Sparky said, "Joltiks aren''t special." Calcine hip-bumped her harder, making Sparky stumble. She was too agile on her feet to fall, spinning under the street lights with her arms out as she made a show of being unbnced. "Don''t talk about yourself like that." "Oh, annoying you, is it?" Sparky grinned. "Don''t like someone putting themself down when they''re clearly awesome?" "I get what you''re doing, but I mean it." Calcine rumbled. "I''ll fight anyone who says you''re not amazing, even you." "You can beat my ass any day." Sparky got in a hug, which was tricky with Calcine carrying two people over her shoulders, but Sparky was nothing if not flexible. "I''m not going to do sappy speeches about how you need to believe in yourself or that you''re loved. Because you''re the smart one, and you know better. I do love you in my own annoying way." "Incredibly annoying." "And learning to be more so every day." Sparky squeezed harder. "Brandy loves you, I love you. Morgan is here too." "You''re also mean." "I''m allowed to be mean to Morgan. She''s a cheat and a scoundrel, and she loves it. She''d be preening her feathers if she could hear me." "I enjoy her ideas. She helps liven things up." "The coin-bouncing game was inspired." Sparky reluctantly agreed, "Fine, if you''re forcing me to say I love Morgan, too, I will. But this is actually forced now. I genuinely love you. Morgan will take some work." Calcine snorted and gently squeezed the two women in her arms. They were still snoring, thank Arceus. This would be mortifying if either of them were awake. Something left unsaid hung in the air, something big, and Calcine needed a run-up. She was still getting used to her emotions flowing on the surface, and this one was scorching. "I don''t know how I''d go on without Brandy in my life," Calcine said as Sparky''s rows of blue eyes watched her anxiously. "I always struggled to find purpose. I think I only did the gym because I wanted to be her, and she let me so I could try to find my voice. Be more confident in saying what I want." "Which is?" Spark said with an impish smile. "Still a hard thing to do." Calcine wished she had a free hand right now. She wanted to touch Sparky so badly. Calcine settled for leaning into the hug. "But just because it''s hard, doesn''t mean it isn''t worth saying. I love you, Sparky. You''re always there for us. I notice that. Respect the hell out of it. Adore it." "I have four eyes. If you make me cry, it will be a mess." Sparky said, her words a little choked. "I like making a mess of you. That''s not going to stop me." Calcine said proudly. "We''re going to put these two to bed, and then I''m going to practice saying what I want." "I''d make jokes, but I think my mouth is going to be full," Sparky said, burying her face in Calcine''s side. To hide a tear or sheer fondness, it was hard to say. Either way, Calcine was there for her to lean on. After they had both walked silently for a time, enjoying the good vibes, Sparky sighed and said wistfully, "It''s been a really good time here. I''m going to miss Motostoke. " "Me too, but we can alwayse back someday. We can drag Lixi off and have her to ourselves while Brandy and Morgan get some couple time." "As if Morgan won''t be perched outside Aniseed''s window tapping on the ss," Sparkyughed. "But it sounds like a date. In which I get spoiled the most." "Spoiling people is fun to me," Calcine said, "That''s one thing I''ve learned from Brandy. It''s good to make other people smile. Or cry a little." "Didn''t cry." "You will when we get into a bed. I''m going to be very thorough sending you off to sleep." She could feel Sparky vibrate with excitement on her side. It was nice to know the right words to say. Maybe finding her purpose would take some more doing, but for now, Calcine had some clear goals she''d set herself, and she was going to see them through with a Pok¨¦mon she loved. That was a good enough start. 172 – Loose Threads 172 ¨C Loose Threads Brandy woke up groggy, but a hot shower fixed her up nicely. Her new Steam Engine inheritance was just great now she knew it was there; all she''d need was Calcine to wrap her up in her cloak for a bit, and she could shrug off the worst aches. With a bounce in her step and a wiggle in her hips, Brandy was excited to leave. Morgan was helping Brandy pack between sneaking nces at her butt, the only one of the three up and about. Someone had finally coaxed Calcine into her ballst night to heal, and Sparky had made a hammock out of her webs in Brandy''s room and was refusing to budge. She would tip thezy bug out if they didn''t get up to pack their bag soon. "It''s a shame we won''t really get to be maids again," Brandy said as she folded her maid dress. "I thought it''d be embarrassing, but everyone was so excited about it." "I can see why your bunny friend and her partner enjoy it." Morgan folded thest of her maid dress and put it on the bed beside the others. "Do you trust me?" "Absolutely not. You''re a bigger schemer than Sparky." Brandy wiggled her fingers at Morgan. "But I enjoy your surprises, even when it means I got some coin-shaped lumps on my butt." "It''s such a nice target. How could I resist?" Morgan blushed. As she took the dress off the bed and put it neatly in her backpack, Brandy stopped to run her fingers through Morgan''s arm''s feathers. Just to show she wasn''t actually mad about any of it. "I''ve got an idea of where we can use them again. We''re going to do our first tournament match soon." "You want to make it the team uniform?" "For a bit. We may struggle to afford a new one if you catch a fourth. I saw Weber''s prices." Brandy sucked her teeth. They were doing okay on money. Second gym winnings in her pocket meant she could ssh out at Hulbury a little. But they weren''t that rich. "Aniseed would do you a favor. She''s sweet on you." "I am a fine-looking bird. She''d be a fool not to be." Morgan leaned over to give Brandy a peck on the cheek. "Last night was wonderful. Thank you for not teasing about me losing my head a bit." "I like that you get passionate about what you enjoy. Schemes. Butts. Us. You put in the work. I want to inherit your work ethic." "Says the Trainer who''ll do anything for her Partners." a new voice cut in. Trinket was at the bedroom door, her arms around Velvet, their hair still wet from the shower. Trinket''s key charms in her hair gleamed as her fingers teased at the fluffy white towel Velvet was wrapped up in. "I think you work just fine. Right Velvet?" Velvet mumbled something affirmative, blowing Brandy a kiss before snuggling back up to Trinket. "A shame you''re not staying longer. The girls are going to miss you all." Trinket said with a smile as she stroked Velvet''s hair. "We got a deadline to get to Hulbury. Sorry," Brandy stretched up, enjoying how Velvet''s eyes went straight to her stomach. She hadn''t done her shirt buttons up, and Velvet enjoyed the free show. "Well, we could stay a few more hours," Morgan said thoughtfully, a gust of wind kicking up to blow back the pillow Brandy threw at her. "We''re going this morning! If we get into more trouble, we''ll never get out of here." "Then I hope the friends waiting outside want trouble. It''s been a delight having you." Trinket said, "Please don''t smash any person-shaped holes into mywn." "We''ll make sure you couldn''t even tell it was a person," Morgan nodded as she tugged at Brandy''s hand. "Come on, let''s see who it is." --- "Do I get a chance to fight you?" Morgan said, wind swirling around her fingers as she held up her hand to the visitor. "I missed out." "Ah! Such a pretty ent," Mardi said, the nt woman bowing to take Morgan''s hand and give a kiss. "Truly beautiful. I came all this way to hear it again." Absolutely shameless, but it worked. Mainly because for all Mardicked in the chest, she had a lovely set of hips, and Morgan was getting a good look at it over her bowed back. With a cluck of her tongue, Morgan shrugged, a smile on her lips. "Okay, you are forgiven." Mardi swished her green cape around and flicked her bob of white hair back, giving Brandy a smile. "Speaking of forgiveness. Gilly is with your mother doing tests, or she woulde begging for it, and Zipper..." She held up a plush doll, a ck rabbit with a white ster over one eye, the other a bright red with a tiny bit of it cut out. It looked angry. "Could kick all their butts." the plush rabbit harrumphed, floppy ears drooping. "I can stitch the eye and mouth up if you''re going to be like that." Mardi tutted. "Ughhhh." it was amazing how expressive a simple plush toy could be, ears t back as they dug their head into their paws. "I just wish I''d got to finish the fight. Now the team looks like chumps." "I get it," Brandy said, bopping the toy rabbit on the nose. "I like a good fight but didn''t have my full team. We''d have taken you apart." "Really?" the rabbit said. "How many are you?" "Three, all of them pretty darn cute. You''re pretty cute, too, like that." The rabbit blushed, the white ster over the eye turning red before burying its face in their paws. Mardi smiled and put Zipper up on her shoulder. "Zip usually possesses clothes. She gets embarrassed about having an actual body topliment." "I''m trying to work out how she fucks and drawing a nk," Morgan said, "How does she-" "And spoil the mystery? Think about it more." Mardi grinned and turned her gaze back to Brandy. "The good news is, your mother thinks our bond with Poppy isn''tpletely broken, more like it''se loose." "Loose?" Morgan''s tone was sharp. "Bonds have to be with something. It can''t just be floating about." Mardi shrugged. "Fenny''s the expert. I''m just saying what she is. It''s going into something, just not Poppy." "Someone stole it?" "No! Do you think I''d be calm if that were the truth? I''d be cutting a path through the world to find the viin. No, when I say ''something,'' I mean every bit of mystery that word has to it. We don''t know what is doing this. Fenny has never seen anything like it." "This is good news?" Brandy shivered. "That sounds even creepier than if it was broken." "I mean, yeah," Mardi shrugged and held up her hand with the blue flower around the cuff. "But on one hand, a broken bond and no clues why." She held up her red flower-cuffed hand. "And the other, a link to whatever did this we can follow up on." "Still sucks," Brandy said, taking Morgan''s hand. Thefort of a partner was nice right now, even if Mardi looked at the small gesture with jealous eyes. "So you''re going to follow it up?" "Gilly is doing more testing. Fenny''s Cage is an impressive invention, but it''s more for looking in, not out. Pix said she''s sure she cane up with something that''ll do it, but it''ll take time. Maybe a lot of time. It''d be a huge help if you could find anyone with the same problem and send them our way. We could solve this much quicker." "Can''t the Rangers do it?" Morgan asked rather reasonably. "Not that I don''t want to help, but they''re meant to fix Pok¨¦mon problems?" "We''ve asked! They said they''d help as much as possible, but they also didn''t want the news to get out and cause a huge panic. So they can''t really go around asking everyone about it." Mardi said, "Once we know the hows and whys, they''ll make it public, but it''d be chaos without specifics. Everyone would take any little thing as maybe a sign and flood the centers." Brandy had seen a bond scare in person at Turrfield, and it''d only been thanks to a helpful giant goo girl and Sparky showing off they''d managed to get people to calm down. Even then, she''d still got poisoned. Chaos was right. People got really nervous about this sort of thing, and rightly so. It was their heart that was under threat. "We can keep an ear out. We''re going to a Tournament next. But like you said, asking everyone would be way too suspicious." "I would love to go to a Tournament! Sharpen your Partner''s thorns there!" Mardi said and held out a hand, a small blue flower blossoming in her palm. She held it out to Brandy, but before Brandy could touch it, Morgan picked it up and threaded it into Brandy''s hair. "You''ll never have troubles with strong Partners by your side." "Brandy finds plenty of ways," Morgan said, "But getting her out of trouble is as fun as getting her into it." Mardi flicked a salute to Morgan, petals drifting around her. "Don''t let her rest easy." "Cute that you think she''s the one that needs rest; Joyce''s are insatiable," Morgan smiled. "Go on, get going, you charming scamp." Mardi rolled her hips at Morgan and swanned off, the bunny plush on her shoulder, watching them with baleful eyes the whole way. "You just like her butt." Brandy said, "Do we have to watch out for you around Pok¨¦mon with big hips?" "Humans, too," Morgan said, giving Brandy a hip bump. "You''re very much my type, don''t worry." "The only type with a problem round here is my Dark Type," Brandy snorted, prodding Morgan''s chest. "You pay attention to any of that?" "I got it all, and Mardi is right. We should keep an ear out. If it''s a big problem, we''ll hear something. If Poppy just got very unlucky, then at least we did our part." Morgan put a wing around Brandy. "Come on, let''s roll Sparky out of bed, wake up Calcine, and get going before any more surprises arise. I want to get to Hulbury." "I thought you wanted to spend a few hours more here?" Brandy said, "Why the change in heart?" "Where else would be best to check on Partners and their Pok¨¦mon than the beach? And I''ve heard Hulbury has some lovely beaches." Morgan squeezed Brandy into the hug. "You''ll have to dress the part, of course." Typical, they just wanted to get her into a swimsuit. "And I want to meet Maple in person. She''ll be there. Maybe she''s heard something. We can meet her on the beach." Maple? In a swimsuit? ... They needed to get to Hulbury right now. (Side Story – Annie) It’s Too Effective! (18+) (Side Story ¨C Annie) It¡¯s Too Effective! (18+) The tassels on Annie''s graduation cap were golden with tiny iid green gems, an honor only reserved for the very best student of Ballonlea''s graduating year. There had never been any doubt she''d be wearing it, yet, Annie knew someone deserved it more. Taking her hat off, she shook out her hair which always drew some looks. It wasyered in two parts, a light blue bob at the front that framed her sky blue eyes sharp enough to cut. The hair was bubblegum pink at the back and long enough that she often tied it up into a messy ponytail. She was lucky. She never had to care for it. It always looked perfect, never letting a hair go out of ce, one of her mother''s many inheritances. It was why she didn''t feel she really deserved the cap. She''d worked for it but not as hard as the girl she had pressed up to the wall of the study room. They''d spent many long days together trying to ace the next test, and while Annie had always seeded, Talia had tried like hell to keep up. If Annie had been the best from the start, Talia was close to the worst. Shy, nervous, and constantly worrying about what people thought of her, she''d been struggling so badly in ss that Annie couldn''t help but take notice and offer help. Look at her now, almost confident enough to look into Annie''s eyes. Back straight and graduating with honors. Annie tucked the hat onto Talia''s head, brushing a lick of her voluminous white hair with the caramel-colored swirls under it. "Annie," Talia blushed, which wasn''t umon at all. You didn''t need to be as good at reading people as Annie was to know Talia had a devastatingly massive crush on Annie. Even the lightest contact of her finger made Talia tremble. "It''s yours. You can''t give it away." "You earned it," Annie said, "Worked your ass off for it. I watched it all. You made yourself this." "With your help! I''d be nothing without you!" Talia blurted out and then quickly put her hands over her mouth. Still nervous. So scared of a confession slipping out and ruining their friendship. It would have too. If she''d focused on Annie and not her studies, Talia would have never made it as far as she had. "I''ve told you, you don''t have to thank me for this. I like helping people. It''s my thing." "But I really do owe you." Talia turned her eyes down, the blush that had started at her cheek spreading down her neck and under her graduation gown. "More than I can repay." Talia''s skin had a beautiful tan and was always silky smooth, Annie had always wanted to touch it, and now there was no more work to be done. Nothing Annie could break, pushing their friendship further. She could finally enjoy herself. Annie kept quiet, brushing her thumb over Talia''s cheek, soothing her gently like a frightened animal. It was up to Annie to make the first move, and she had no reason not to anymore. She seized it finally. "This is how you can thank me," Annie whispered into Talia''s ear and leaned down to kiss her. She kept her lips light, gentle against Talia''s, enjoying how sweet she tasted. Talia deserved to enjoy this; she''d waited for so long. Talia melted into the kiss as she nearly copsed into a heap right there and then. Annie pulled her closer, her hands stroking Talia''s body before cupping her ass and squeezing. She''d never gotten this far with a partner; the other girls had always found her too much to handle. Their fear was in on their faces, their nerves cloying their throats and eventually having them run away to gossip about how they''d almost dated Annie. A badge of honor among the students, one she''d given out plenty of in her time here. Talia had gotten further than anyone, even if she looked about to faint, her legs shaking where they met Annie''s, but she didn''t pull away. The most nervous person Annie had ever known had grown bold enough to survive an intimate moment with Annie. Stronger than any girl she knew. "Oh my gosh," Talia gasped when Annie broke the kiss. "You''re so good at that." Her first kiss, but Annie could read a person like an open book. She''d known exactly what Talia wanted and still did. Reaching down to grasp Talia''s hands, rub circles on the back of her palms as Annie helped slide Talia''s arms around her to hug. Talia wasn''t going to take the initiative, but her need was so in on her face she wanted it. The one thing Annie had that no one had ever got even close to, and yet practically the whole school lusted over. A groan whickered in Talia''s throat as her fingertips touched the fabric of Annie''s pants, as she guided her to squeeze. Fingers pressed into an ass that was a school legend, one that always stretched out Annie''s pants to breaking and was so deliciously firm under Talia''s touch she began hyperventting. "Bet it feels even better if you slip your hands in my pants." Annie said, "It''ll be a squeeze, but it''s all yours." Talia was puffing for air, chest rising and falling like a bellows. Her hands were shaking as she trailed them along the tight fabric, and her fingers clenched when they found the hem of Annie''s pants. Worrying her lip so thoroughly, Annie thought Talia might draw blood. Annie saw the desperation in Talia''s eyes to push on and the fear of actually doing it. To touch something she''d only ever dreamed of. "Go on," Annie whispered, "It''s alright. It''s all yours." That seemed to give Talia enough courage to let her fingers sink inside, and when she felt the heat of Annie''s bare skin, she squeaked out a stifled cry of delight. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she melted against Annie, trembling like a leaf in a storm. "Good?" Annie prompted. She wanted Talia to enjoy every bit of this. "It''s so soft and firm." she sniffed as her fingers sunk in. Her eyes were wet around the edges as she gave Talia a big wobbly smile. "It''s perfect." "Of course it is," Annie whispered and kissed her again, jolting Talia''s thoughts back to life and chasing away her fears. The little confirmation to Talia that she was okay with this seemed to help her. "You deserve perfection. Go on, squeeze." Talia did, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her fingers sank in, and she felt how solidly firm Annie''s ass was. She made a noise quite unlike any Annie had ever heard her make before, something only her mothers made when they got especially frisky together. A rumbling groan of need and satisfaction all bundled up into one. "This is everything I ever wanted," Talia said, breathless with wonder. "I can''t believe I finally got to do this. To feel this. Annie, you''re incredible." "That''s nothing," Annie purred as she leaned to bite Talia''s earlobe. "I''m going to lift you up against this wall and show you what incredible feels like." She licked Talia''s neck and instantly sensed she''d pushed it too far. Talia wavered against Annie''s body, their chests pressing together, and then she copsed like her strings had been cut. Annie stepped back as Talia''s weight slumped onto her. Talia''s heart thundered against Annie''s chest as her body waspletely limp, whitening from the sudden drop in blood pressure. Damn. She''s pushed her too far, Talia''s confidence may have improved vastly recently, but she still wasn''t ready. Shame, Annie had really wanted to finally fuck someone and make them feel good as thoroughly as she knew she could give. Talia just wasn''t ready, not yet. Recovery wasn''t exactly the position she''d been hoping to give Talia. Still, it was the best one for Talia right now. It wouldn''t be the first time she''d held a girl''s legs up to get blood back into their body. Why did she have this effect on everybody? --- The Glimwood Tangle held many secrets inside the dark forest, and only the bravest ever wandered off the dimly lit path between Bellona and Stow-on-Side. The Pok¨¦mon who lived in its almost perpetual darkness, only broken up by the asional dim light of the forest''s glowing mushrooms, were sending a clear message. Don''t bother us; we''ll get you when we want you. So almost nobody knew that deep in the Glimwood Tangle, along a path so thin and winding it frequently faded from view, was a cottage with a thatched roof, carefully maintained stone mortar walls, and a tall wooden doorway lovingly hand-carved with the scene of a small brook shaded by an overhanging tree. Where her parents had met, Annie had even been there once though it wasn''t a romantic spot anymore. An Impidimp had sshed her with cold water until she chased the fanged pest through the forest, throwing rocks at the cacklingdy. That was back when her emotions were still untamed, and any little thing could set her off; she''d got much better control of herself now. Annie wasn''t short, but the door was twice her height and always squeaked when you opened it. She''d fixed it countless times, and the squeak always snuck back in after a few days. Annie had tried fixing it, but someone in the house clearly loved the effect and undid her work while Annie was out. That someone was tending a pot on the stove when she came in, the tip of her hat brushing the top of the tall roof of the cottage''s kitchen. "There she is." the Forest Witch said. "Our girl''s ready to conquer the world." "You knew I wasing miles ago," Annie said as she removed her graduation cap. As much as she wanted to be annoyed, her Pok¨¦mon mother''s presence was so thoroughly overwhelming with familial love it felt petty to ruin her mood. A local legend and a tall bombshell, Annie had gotten her blue and pink hair from her Pok¨¦mon mother, though thankfully, she didn''t have quite as much of it. Circe''s hair was absolutely voluminous. Huge rolling waves of blue faded to a vivid pink, and the mass of hair brushed so far down her body it was lower than her knees. She hadplete control of it and often wore it as a tight-fitting dress when she couldn''t be convinced to put on actual clothes. Annie, thankfully, hadn''t inherited her height, she liked not banging her head on normal-sized doorframes, but there was no getting around she''d inherited her mother''s curves. Enough up top to turn the eye and enough below to make them walk into walls. Circe loved to swish that ass about when Annie''s human mother was home, which she was, so she was swishing away. Her human mother wasn''t even out of her work outfit, sprawled over the table with her red cap at an askew angle over her light blue hair. Her red Ranger''s jacket hung off one arm, only halfway off her, and unable to finish the journey because she had a tight grip on the table''s sides. The long tentacle of psychokic energy that swished off Circe''s ribbon-decorated hat was stretched across the room, wound once around Betsy''s chest, and then sunk down just out of Annie''s sight below the table edge. "Do I want to know what the tentacle is doing?" Annie said as she took off her graduation cap. Well, Talia''s cap, she''d let the poor dazed girl keep her souvenir. "You''re old enough now to know," Betsy mumbled into the table, a happy trill rumbling at the back of her throat. Annie gave Betsy a thin smile, not that she even saw it, enjoying herself as she was. "I think I can work it out for myself." She had a feeling she''d return to a situation like this. They lived so far out, so Circe didn''t have to contain her emotions and worry about stirring people up. So when Circe got excited, she tended to go all out on Betsy, and having pure ck shining eyes wasn''t enough to hide how excited Circe was for Annie''s graduation. She was lucky Betsy still had so much on, though the salt and pepper pots were missing in action from the table, swept away by a iling arm and the first of probably many casualties to the couple''s uncontained love. "How did it go with Talia?" Circe said as a cupboard opened itself and tes drifted down on soft blue light. She didn''t need to ask; Circe couldn''t help but read everyone''s minds. She knew people better than they knew themselves, but for everyone''s sake, she pretended she couldn''t. Annie loved her mother too much to ever really challenge her on it. She was asking for Annie''s benefit, which meant she probably had some advice. "Better than usual. We had a really nice moment. Then Talia couldn''t take it." Annie said as she leaned on one of the wooden kitchen seats. "Couldn''t stop apologizing when she woke up, so I kissed her again." It''d been a nice kiss and put Talia right out again. If she got bored of being a Trainer, she could always get a job as an hesticst. "She''s a lovely girl," Betsy said, forcing her head up and resting it on one of her hands. Her cheeks were so red it almost matched her Ranger''s jacket. "Her mother was proud to bits with her at ourst Parent''s meet. She''s so lucky to have you as a friend." "Yeah, friend." Annie sighed and slumped on the seat. "If this mess doesn''t put her off me." Circe stopped stirring and tapped her chin thoughtfully, the ribbons on her hat fluttering as a pulse washed over Annie''s mind. Most in the town called it the ''Eye of the Witch'' that feeling of someone gently leaning over your shoulder to check on what you''re up to. For Annie, it was just a mom thing, always near if needed. "She''ll be fine," Circe said with a sly smile. "Very happy with what she got." "You know that''s not polite," Betsy mumbled, a fist pounding on the table as the psychokic tentacle wrapped around her chest and squeezed. "Don''t try to get out of it!" "Why not? I don''t want to be in trouble." Circeughed as she spooned out some puffy-looking pasta. Circe couldn''t cook, so she was borrowing the talents of someone cooking in town who hopefully did. It could be very hit-and-miss. "You know Talia would be heartbroken if our Annie was worried. Now she doesn''t have to." It actually did take a weight off Annie''s mind. It was so frustrating that she could read exactly what people wanted but not how to give it to them without them breaking in some way. A te floated in front of her and dropped with a quiet clink. The smell of tomatoes was delicious, and a quick cut into the pasta had a lovely gooey spinach and cheese filling. Circe was beaming at Annie''s surprise, swishing across the kitchen floor to hug Betsy, one hand stroking her cheek as she pulled the blushing Ranger back into her chest. "Cheer up, Bubblegum," Betsy said as the giant Circe rubbed her fingers over her throat. "You''re a Trainer now. Trust me, there''s Pok¨¦mon who can handle you out there. Get a good meal and maybe go hunting?" Trying to get her back out of the house so quickly was shameless, but Annie could read the obvious signs. Circe was about to get handled, and if Annie didn''t want to have to deal with the swirling mess of thoughts that came from a Hatterene getting what came to her, she should probably eat quickly. Betsy made a good point, though. Pok¨¦mon were used to people like her. She''d probably find someone who could handle her in no time. --- "I need a break," Vaughn groaned. The ss in the eyes of her bird-beaked mask had fogged up, and her bubblegum pink hair was all clumped together, drenched in sweat. She tried to mop some of it with the soft pink cloaks wrapped around her arms and down her back that tapered into feathers, but it was useless. She was clearly exhausted. "You seem eager to continue," Annie smiled, and she pushed herself back onto a nice thick cock. The Spritzee hadn''t been able to keep her eyes off Annie''s ass, so she''d offered it up, holding onto a tree, the faint glow of mushrooms ying off her body as the Spritzee had gone to work. The feeling of something so thick and heavy inside of her had been a rush like no other, but it hadn''t taken long for the poor Pok¨¦mon was starting to g. "I can feel it. You want to keep going until you make me cum ." "It''s too much." Vaughn protested, "I''m trying, but are you sure you''re a new trainer? Usually, my kisses are making a hot girl like you scream herself hoarse by now." She wasn''t underselling it, her kisses were amazing. Vaughn had pressed Annie up to a tree andid some warm kisses on her that made her blood boil. She''d stripped down without a word exchanged, and Vaughn had just kept going until all Annie could think about were those soft lips and how much pleasure Vaughn could give her. Vaughn, the gorgeous bundle of pink fluff, had her hands scratching at Annie''s hips and filling her ass up in no time at all. Then they''d gone again and again. The Pok¨¦mon desperately wanted to prove herself; Annie could feel it, and not just because she was still as hard as a rock. It was instinctual. She just knew. "Oh yeah, I can go all day. Yeah, no problem," Vaughn puffed, trying to sound stern but failing miserably as she grabbed Annie''s hips and mmed forward, sliding her hands along Annie''s back. She only managed one thrust, filling down onto "You got such a gorgeous ass. It''s not fair." "You love it." "I do, but I don''t think I''m ready for it," Vaughn kissed Annie''s back, more of those breath-halting kisses that made her heart skip beats. If she could only fuck her with kisses, Annie probably wouldn''tst five minutes. "I''ve never met anyone like you." "Want to bond?" Annie said, "You can do this all day. As much as you want." Vaughn chewed the idea over, but Annie knew her answer in the hesitation, and she reached back to get a hold of one of Vaughn''s dangling arms before she had to say it. "Nevermind, you did great. You''re going to make a girl so happy someday." "Thanks, ugh. I feel like such a heel. I wanted to make your toes curl." Annie pushed back, and Vaughn stumbled a few steps before dropping as Annie pounced on her. "What a coincidence," Annie smiled as she curled a finger under Vaughn''s mask to tease at her lips. Vaughn sucked on the finger obediently as Annie rolled her stomach muscles along Vaughn''s aching cock. "I want to do that to you." --- Vaughn was curled up a ball by the time Annie was done, but it was a happy aching ball. Every bit of her was rendered horribly tender by a fucking that''d left a slight Spritzee-shaped impression in the ground. It had been good, like exercising a muscle she didn''t know she had, but every time Annie had felt something welling up inside of her, Vaughn had been unable to stop herself froming first and copsing into an increasingly exhausted heap. It was like trying to strike a match, only to fail every time. All the sounds and sensation of it was satisfying, but it wasn''t quite there. She''did her shirt over Vaughn. The poor thing needed it. She''d drifted off to sleep the moment she''d got the chance, and she at least made some adorable snoring sounds. Maybe she''d have to settle for bonding with a Pok¨¦mon who couldn''t handle her? Ugh, what if she was too much for Pok¨¦mon too? What would she do then? Her frustration bled out over the dimly lit woods and bounced back; Annie was hit with a second wave of frustration that clenched her hands. A psychic Move; she''d been around Circe long enough to feel that. "Come out!" Annie growled, head whipping about to try to spot the culprit. "I felt that. I know someone is there." "Sorry," a soft woman''s voice called out gingerly as the culprit edged around a tree. She had a grey cardigan on that was way too oversized for her. The sleeves were longer than her hands and flopped about sadly as she walked. Shaggy grey hair framed a pale face that had skin colored like the bark of a moonlit tree. It wasn''t grey, it shone bright and prettier than that, but it wasn''t normal. Nor were her huge purple eyes or the long cat ears hidden away in her hair, pressed down like she was expecting a scolding, white at the very tips. There was a pressure to her presence, a constant beat in Annie''s head that feltfortably familiar yet different. Circe''s mental embrace she was used to, this one picked at the edges of her thoughts and tugged at them with worry making Annie''s skin crawl. "Rx," she said, raising a hand. She tried to project confidence, but when you were naked and still partly caked in cum, even Annie''s boundless confidence took a bit of a hit. "I''m Annie." "I know," the Pok¨¦mon said as if knowing a woman''s name before meeting was normal. "Telly" "Because you''re telepathic?" Annie smiled, trying to soothe her nerves some. "Because I''m always broadcasting," Telly said, putting her long sleeves over her ears. "You can hear me, right?" Her worry had lessened; Annie felt the nip at her thoughts that made them run into each other lessen and reced more with puzzlement. Circe had perfect control of her power; Telly clearly didn''t. Annie felt an ache behind her eyes as her thoughts became more challenging to line up. She had to slow and think harder about how each word connected and fit it neatly into ce. "It''s a lot, but I can handle it." Annie said, "Why''d youe by, Telly?" "You felt like I do, annoyed with yourself." Tell said, pulling at the cor of her sweater. There was a lot of light grey fluff on the cor, but it didn''t move like it was part of the cardigan. She was actually as fluffy as her hair under there. Even as Annie put that together, she tugged her cardigan more nervously, trying to tuck the fur in. "It looks nice. You''re cute, Telly. Don''t hide." Annie said, "And yeah, I can''t find someone who can handle all I can give. It''s frustrating. Just got to keep trying." "Mmm," Telly said, pacing closer. Her presence became more assertive as she edged closer. Annie felt a few thoughts tumble through her mind she knew weren''t hers. An admiration of skin, the want to ruffle fingers through colorful hair, the little me of lust at an ass that would even make a Bellossom proud. Theck of focus was so very much like Talia''s. She could handle that. She had before. Holding up a hand and grabbing Telly''s cardigan, pulling her closer. "Focus on one thing for me," Telly''s eyes were even wider, and her thoughts more jumbled. Annie felt her mind ache under the pressure of ideas mingling with hers in a rush, stabbing in where they weren''t wanted. She guided Telly''s long sleeves and then tugged at them to try to peek out Telly''s hands. "Grip," she said firmly. "Hard." The shuffle of wool hissed in Annie''s ear before she felt fingers sink into her hair. A double-handed grip that held firmly on her hair, those purple eyes staring at her bing sorge they began to push everything else out of her mind. Fuck that. She was Circe''s daughter. She could handle this. "Firmer." Telly blinked, shocked as her hand tightened. "Feel how soft my hair is. Focus on the colors. Roll it between your fingers." "So soft." Telly breathed. Her purple iris'' shone as her fingers rolled in Annie''s hair, pulling just enough to tug at her scalp. "What are you doing?" The pressure was fading as Annie focused on the moment. The feeling of Telly gripping her hair felt good as Telly''s thoughts wove between them. To grab and be gripped, it made sense, it was right, and it felt good. She just needed Telly to not get distracted. Some firmness would help there. "Don''t question; just do as I say. Guide me back against your body." Telly pulled her, drawing Annie into a warm embrace. The fur around her cor was so wonderfully soft, and her skin suited it, the feeling of their bodies pressing together than they could share, bing a warm grasping ball. It was as intense as anything Vaughn had done to her, and this was just a hug. She couldn''t stop now. "Pull me in, kiss. Touch. Enjoy me." she tapped her head with Telly. "Don''t think; just do it." The eyes got impossiblyrger. There was a soft whimper from Telly''s lips as they brushed against Annie''s, "I can''t stop thinking. Never." "Yes, you can," Annie smiled and bit Telly''s bottom lip, worried it between her teeth until she could feel the Espurr squirm against her. "You''re so close to me. Just kiss me, keep your hands in my hair, and use that connection we have. Do it." The force of her words made Telly move as much as the idea, Annie''s impossible confidence bulldozing over Telly''s worries and making her move for a kiss. No skill, all lust. It was perfect. Annie kissed her back, gently pushing her tongue on Telly''s lips until Telly opened and let her in. A soft, warm mouth that Annie took without mercy, her tongue tussling with Telly''s and overwhelming it in seconds. She dominated the kiss, but it was a kiss Telly could end at any time with a tug. She was letting Annie do this to her, knock away her own thoughts and let Annie''s seep in. The pressure faded to warm contentment, and Telly mewled, her hand squeezing Annie''s hair, tugging more. It was perfect, and Annie kissed her harder until she couldn''t take anymore and pressed her body on Telly, forcing her back step by step until her back hit a tree. Telly''s surprised grunt was devoured by Annie. "I''m going to fuck you," Annie purred, pulling on Telly''s cardigan and feeling her curves underneath. Enough for a handful was all Annie needed. She enjoyed the squeeze of flesh under her fingertips and the crackling of Telly''s thoughts in her mind as she tried to process everything. "Come on, keep those big beautiful eyes on me. Kiss me again." Telly obliged, wrapping her arms around Annie and kissing her softly as Annie pulled up the hem of her cardigan and felt out the shape of what Telly had hidden under there. Not too big, not too small, and if she could use it well, absolutely perfect for breaking Annie in. Telly plucked that thought out of Annie''s head, and her cheeks were colored with purple spots. "Mean every thought," Annie teased and stroked a finger along the length. She hadn''t expected to feel it, which she should have. Their thoughts were so entangled right now she was even feeling a little of Telly''s blush. Still, the feeling of fingertips stroking along the length of a cock was not something she ever had in her head. That thrill of pleasure made her skin twitch and her spine tremble. It felt good; it felt really fucking good. "Don''t lose focus," Telly admonished. Annie kissed the cheeky Pok¨¦mon senseless, a hand gripped around her cock and pumping it with firm strokes as she immersed herself in the feeling of it and forced herself to learn to handle it quickly. It was distracting. There was no way around it; the heady thrill broke Annie''s concentration enough to let Telly push back, but the headache didn''t return. She didn''t need the guidance to think right now, and her intention came through crystal clear, soaking every thought Annie had in a hungry lust. Telly wanted to fuck her, and she wanted it bad. Annie wasn''t going to disappoint. She rolled up the cardigan with her hands, squeezing Telly''s breasts and along her sides, tugging at her skin with need. Every touch of her skin felt good, but it was nothingpared to the tidal wave of pleasure that rolled over her as Telly lined up her cock, wrapped her fingers around Annie''s, and purred, her whole body shaking as the happy rumble rolled around her throat. A purring cock was something else, a deep rumble that Telly pressed into her as Telly took her with one slow drive. She gasped as Telly''s cock trembled between her folds and kissed the Espurr all the harder when Telly stopped out of concern. She made herself clear with her actions and thoughts that Telly better not stop there. Her body was aching and twitching in need, trying to cope with the pleasure and how hard the Espurr''s cock felt inside of her, pressing her pussy apart around it as every rumbling purr sent her mind spiraling off into bliss. She needed it. It had to go deeper. It needed to fill her more. Annie made it clear with her hips, pushing back and driving Telly home with a grunt, fucking herself along the cock until Telly got the hint and picked up the pace. She felt it all, Telly''s delight at getting to go deep and how good a tight pussy felt around a cock, shared pleasure all jumbled together and reflected between them until she didn''t know where Telly ended and she began. It was too much. It was too much! The thrill of that made Annie''s heart sing. She couldn''t handle this! Telly was too much for her, and from the noises Telly was making, that deep bass of a purr and the firm tugs of Annie''s hair, she felt the same. They were too much for each other, and that was absolutely glorious. The surge of pleasure was incredible, and the Espurr drove forward, hard and fast, trying to push them both over the edge. Annie''s thoughts became a pleasured mush; she couldn''t do anything but just enjoy it. The feeling of Telly''s body against her and fingers wandering down to grip her ass for better thrusts. The reflected delight in just how firm her ass was and how well Telly''s hands sunk into it. Every deep, loving kiss they shared was filled with hunger, a need to make thise to an explosive end as they fucked each other silly, taking each other over the edge again and again, trying to find that onest spark. It came when she felt Telly surrender thatst bit of nervous desire and let Annie''s thoughts be as strong as her own. She just let herself be overwhelmed by Annie. Her cock moved perfectly in time to every desire Annie had, fucking her so perfectly it the shared emotions became a swirling supernova, crashing in on itself and then exploding to send an orgasm rushing over the pair of them and making them cry out in bliss as they grabbed each other desperately for support. Annie just held Telly in her arms, shaking as Telly leaned on her for support, too, both of them panting for air, heads nuzzling together. Their only thoughts and intense fondness and contentment for each other. It faded, but ever so slowly, the pair dragging themselves back up from the depths of pleasure and gasping for air on the shores, grateful to be there with each other. "I think," Annie said, gripping the soft fur of Telly''s cor and giving her little nibbling kisses all along her throat. "I''m going to bond you now." "You better," Telly mewled. "That was way too much, and I needed that. Too much. I stopped thinking! It was just, just Annie. Annie, Annie." She broke down into mumbling Annie''s name over and over again, stroking her head affectionately as Annie tried to bat her away so she could get at her Binding Ball. Which was somewhere in this clearing. Vaughn hadn''t been exactly careful where she threw Annie''s clothes. Ah well, maybe they could find themter, she could feel Telly''s desire for a second round, and her thoughts mirrored Telly''s perfectly. She was going to ride this beautiful Espurr into the ground and enjoy the feeling of it herself too. Too much to handle be damned, they''d burn up together and love every moment. 173 – Just Punishment 173 ¨C Just Punishment It felt so good to be moving again. Their stay at Motostoke hadn''tcked exercise, but there was something uniquely satisfying about traveling by foot. The weight of a pack on Brandy''s back, the asional hug on the arm from one of her Partners, and watching Morgan swoop about in the sunny skies. It had put a massive smile on Brandy''s face, which hadn''t gone unnoticed. "She''s so fucking cheerful. Look at her," Sparky said as she hung off Calcine''s arm. Calcine gave a slight hum in response. The small smile she wore warmed Brandy''s heart. It was nice to be on the same wavelength. "Not you too!" Sparky groaned, "Is it the sunny weather? A long leg joke us short leg people don''t get?" "You''re the one that''s meant to be full of energy. You getting tired already?" Brandy giggled and held her hand out. Sparky jumped right on the chance, grabbing Brandy''s hand so they could walk at the same pace, swinging their arms back and forth. "Now who''s smiling?" Calcine teased, "You just wanted attention." "Just wanted to get between my two favorite women," Sparky said, giving Calcine and Brandy''s legs a hip bump. Brandy gave Calcine a meaningful look, and Calcine nodded. They knew what needed to be done. Sparky squeaked as they both got an arm around her and hauled her off her feet. Her legs swung in the air as Brandy and Calcine pressed in, sandwiching Sparky between them. Brandy felt the prickle of static through her shirt as it rubbed over Sparky''s yellow fur, a pleasant fuzz over the side of her breast. She heard a sigh, and Sparky rxed into their arms. "Now this is how you travel," Sparky contently murmured, head nuzzled against the side of Calcine''s chest. "Now I''m feeling the mood." "Feeling me up," Calcine snorted. "I call your breasts The Mood." Sparky said, "Because they put me in it." "Always happy to give you something to smile over," Calcine said. "Don''t be shy. Squeeze the mood if you want." The pair of them had been ridiculously lovey-dovey since they''d set out. Brandy didn''t know what Sparky had said to get Calcine into her Pok¨¦ball to heal up, but it''d clearly forged their rtionship even closer. Her gaze drifted up to Morgan, apart from the group, enjoying herself in the skies. Morgan wanted her independence, not only a crucial part of being a Flying Type but something dear to Morgan''s heart, and Brandy wouldn''t get in the way of that. But she still wanted a space for Morgan to upy with the group when she wanted it. A warm ce she could nest in when she was tired of the world and just wantedfort. A tricky bnce to strike. Brandy had never really chosen to be a Rainbow Trainer, someone who bonded with Pok¨¦mon of all different types. Despite all the warnings she''d had in college, she''d just kind of fallen into it. Being Rainbow was hard because you constantly fought against the group''s different needs and wants. It wasn''t the refined team of shameless oral pleasure Shay had or Maple''s duo of sly superviins that needed a stern hand. There was no easy way to describe Brandy''s team other than that they all seemed to have big hearts and fucked like Lopunnys. Which was enough for Brandy to work with. She just had to be sure she didn''t let someone slip too far outside the group. Even if they enjoyed being alone, knowing they had attention on them had to be afort. So she whistled and wiggled her eyebrows at Morgan when she turned to look at them. Morgannded with a cool breeze that was wee on a warm day with still air. Brandy had Steam Engine now; all this heat helped give her energy, but her body hadn''t learned that heat wasn''t a problem yet and still got sweaty. Some cool air was a wee relief, and Morgan''s Gust move let her wrap the three up in their own cool breeze. Even Calcine seemed to enjoy it swirling through her hair. "Did you call me down just to cool Sparky off? She looks like she''s about to melt." Morgan nodded at Sparky, who looked so perfectly content being squeezed between Brandy and Calcine. "Just wanted to ask if you saw anythinging up," Brandy said, "And check you''re doing good." "The mines are about an hour''s walk away. Can''t really fly in those unless I want to be a Zubat," Morgan tilted her head at the group, "Sparky, I didn''t know you''d grown wings of your own." Sparky flexed her arms against Calcine and Brandy, bobbing her chest as she tried and failed to p them about. The shortstacks bounciness made for an excellent show anyway. "I''m a flightless bird!" Sparky grinned. "Pity me." "We could make you fly if we swung you hard enough," Calcine said. "Briefly." Morgan cut in. "I''d web Morgan and fly her like a kite." "Oh, you summoned me down here so I could squash a Bug. I see." Morgan stepped forward and put her hands on Sparky''s cheeks, mushing them together. Sparky twitched in their arms as she tried to free her head, cackling madly. Sparky and Morgan didn''t get along perfectly, but they made each otherugh. With Calcine, the forever straight woman to their antics, it was hard not to get swept up in the mischief. "Can squash her myself, thank you," Brandy said, leaning in to kiss Morgan''s cheek and trying to tease a kiss out of her. She got a quick peck of a kiss and a short head rub before Morgan backed off. Affectionate but not hungry for more today, thank goodness. Brandy was enjoying the break. "Why should you two get all the fun?" Morgan said, "It''s hot today. Have you got some water, Brandy?" Calcine nodded, "Drink some too. You need it." Brandy left Sparky in Calcine''s arms as she got her canteen out. It felt cool to the touch and heavy still. Buying a nice travel one was paying off. Brandy took a quick swig herself, just enough to wet her mouth, and then offered the rest to Morgan. The Murkrow leaned forward with mouth open, a silent beg for Brandy to do it for her. It was too good an opportunity. Brandy grinned as she stood on tip-toes and poured the water over Morgan''s hat brim instead. It made a wonderful mess. Water sshed over the top of her breasts and ran down her front. The water ran through her feathers, darkening them and making themy t. The Murkrow shook the excess water out with a sharp flutter of her wings, spraying them all and having them all shielding their faces and yelling at her in shock. Which just made her shake harder. "Deserved!" Morgan huffed, her wet feathers puffed out when she finally stopped. She''d sttered them all with a light spray of cool water. It was nice in a chaotic, bracing way. "I could use a real cold shower." "The mines will be cool," Calcine said, "There''ll be spring water in there to refill." "Cave Expert Calcine," Morgan said with a bow. "First Pok¨¦mon with a Badge, and she still has to show off." "Just have to make sure you learn something with your head up in the clouds." Morgan whistled at the insult, an approving hiss as she squared up to say something worse. Their fighting had been more good-naturedtely, and as weird as it was for Brandy to understand how they enjoyed it, she had to ept that they did. Pok¨¦mon likedpetitive sparring in ways Humans didn''t. Even if they were brawling with words, it was an itch they needed to scratch. As long as it stayed friendly and didn''t get actually mean, Brandy let them trade barbs. "Oh yeah, you were in a Mine when we found you," Sparky said, clearly trying to help Brandy change the subject. Bless her. "You going to get homesick?" "A little, maybe," Calcine admitted, "I miss Lapidary and would love to tell her some things. Her statue-making was strange then, but I understand it better now. Why she''d want to remember someone she loved once." "We could send a letter?" Morgan said, dropping the animosity. She loved a good story too much to keep it up. "Trying to remember a past life''s love is kind of romantic." "It is, and nice idea on the letter, but no, I want to say it all in person," Calcine said, swishing her cape. "Show off who I''ve be. She''ll be proud." "A slightly hotter rock?" Morgan teased. Maybe she hadn''tpletely dropped it. "Slightly?" Calcine patted her rounder hips. Her new Carkol body had an ass that wasn''t Aniseed in sheer size. Still, it was absolutely chiseled, and Morgan took more than her fair share of nces at it when she thought Calcine wasn''t looking. "I am very curious what your final evolution will look like. How long until we can use the Fire Stone again?" Calcine pulled the ne chain between her breasts and pulled out the small red pearl with fire swirling inside. It practically glowed with heat like a miniature sun, like it''d burn you to touch it. "I''d say it''s ready, but we should save it for the Tournament. We might not get it charged up again in time." "Coalossal Calcine is going to rock." Sparky said, "No Stones about it." "You do a third rock pun, and I''m taking you for a flight," Morgan said, "And I might drop you." "Sorry, Morgan," Sparky put her hands on her chest. "That''s my Fault. I Lava you too much to take our friendship for Granite." There was a long pause as Morgan took in a deep breath. "Drop her from a really high height," Calcine said. "Above the cloudyer." "I thought it was funny," Brandy shrugged. "No need for the Basalt and Battery." Morgan huffed out that breath. "Such betrayal. That''s the problem with inheritance. You pick up bad habits. I''m going to pick this bad habit up right now." Morgan shook her head and grabbed Sparky, taking off with a burst of speed. "She won''t actually drop her, right?" Brandy said as she watched them dwindle in size as they gained height. "Right?" "Basalt and battery was pretty bad." Calcine said, "Sparky can make a parachute. I''m going to have to catch you." They were joking! Probably. Brandy clung onto Calcine''s arm just in case. Morgan couldn''t steal her if she had an anchor. 174 – Badly Grounded 174 ¨C Badly Grounded Gr''s civilian transportationwork wasn''t set up to be convenient; exposure to Pok¨¦mon was considered more important than that. Getting ces could involve going acrosskes, through mines, into glowing mushroom forests, and along mountainsides. Pok¨¦mon needed to bond with humans, and humans benefited from Pok¨¦mon''s incredible abilities. It was important that no Pok¨¦mon got left out just because they preferred to live in strange ces. So having to go through a mine to get to Hulbury wasn''t anything unusual to Brandy, though it seemed one of their group wasn''t as used to it. "You can fly over," Brandy said, squeezing Morgan''s hand. "Or I can ball you. Can see you hate this." It wasn''t like Calcine and her fear of heights. Morgan didn''t struggle to step into the mine, but her constant nces at the mine''s ceiling and how stiff her limbs were; all clear signs she was ufortable. Morgan usually flowed as she moved, like nothing in the world could stop her if she wanted to pass. Seeing her act awkward didn''t suit her, and they''d all quickly picked up on it. "I can handle it," Morgan said as she squeezed back at Brandy''s hand. "I can go indoors or through tunnels, and that doesn''t bother me. It''s just the wind is so stale here, it feels unreal." There was a spluttering sound, and Brandy and Morgan both turned back to look at Sparky, who was making a raspberry sound as she blew out through nearly closed lips. She gave Morgan two thumbs up. "That''s her way of saying, ''We''re happy to help however we can,''" Calcine said, reaching over to give Sparky a rap on the head. Sparky just shrugged, her wide grin growing wider as Morgan''s cheeks flushed at the stupid but thoughtful gesture. "At least it''s a pretty mine," Morgan said, and she wasn''t wrong. The lighting was kept low so Ground types wouldn''t feel too awkward, but the mine had some natural light from tiny blue crystals that sprouted from the walls like mushrooms. They cast a low blue glow on everything, shimmering off pools of water and the polished path. It had a feeling of twilight, that strange tint you got when the moon wasn''t quite bright enough to light things up, but your eye had finally adjusted. They hadn''t spotted much in the way of wild Pok¨¦mon despite Calcine keeping a careful eye out. A Pok¨¦mon with shiny-looking pale blue skin and colorful yellow tattoos had kept her distance from them for a while, but the intriguing-looking woman had refused to be drawn out. Not by food or Morgan sneaking a few tongue-tussling kisses that made Brandy dizzy. Whenever they approached her, she literally melted back into the cave wall and disappeared. "Ground Types take some getting used to you," Calcine said. "We could make camp? She''d probablye out if we cooked something hot." Brandy looked at Morgan, her fingers flexing as she regted her breathing and shook her head. "I''d rather not," Brandy said, waving to the Pok¨¦mon hiding half in a pool of shimmering water. "We''re going to go on, but it was nice looking at you! Don''t be a stranger all day, okay?" A gentle approach was best with Ground; they could be quite loving, but they didn''t like to be pressured. The worst possible thing you could do was try to rush them. Brandy''s face was sttered with water when a grey and brown blur ran right up to the pool''s edge and belly-flopped in. Morgan grabbed Brandy and darted back on a gust of air as the ground rippled and turned to thick sludge. Sparky swearing as one of her legs sunk deep into what''d been rock only a moment ago. "I got you now! Come be friends with us already!" Brandy''s sharp eyes let her see really well in the dark, so picking out the wrestling in the pool was easy. The shy blue-skinned Pok¨¦mon was rather confidently dunking her attacker under the water with one hand stuck to the back of her head. A chunky light grey tail was flicking about and sshing the water as the belly flopper tried to wrestle back. Brandy caught glimpses of big blue eyes and a messy head of light grey hair. The water rushed out as they both burst up out of it on a circle of rock. "Calcine? If you''re going to Rock Tomb them, just disable her." Brandy said, looking at the Carkol. Calcine shook her head. "Not mine. One of them has it." "Woof! This sticky hand thing is tough to beat," the Pok¨¦mon with the grey tail said. Risen up out of the water, Brandy could get a good look at her now. Dog ears with brown tips poking out of her messy hair and a cor of white ribbons tied in big bows. She had the most ridiculously excited smile as she struggled, two sharp canines giving herugh a truly manic look befitting of a Sparky. Brandy didn''t need to dex her. She was practically the picture of a Rockruff. Though they were usually known for loyalty, not trying to get wild Pok¨¦mon into a headlock. She failed miserably, taking a spray of water from the wild Pok¨¦mon''s hands right to the face that left her coughing up water as the wild Pok¨¦mon dove into a wall, passing right through it like it was water as she disappeared. "Well, we''re not seeing her again," Morgan said. "That was an embarrassing capture attempt." The Rockruffy on her back, arms and legs spread out as she spat out water. It glistened over her darkly tanned skin, running down to form small pools in the valleys between her abs. The Pok¨¦mon wasn''t tall or stocky, just a ridiculously toned stomach ending in lovely wide hips and squeezable-looking thighs. Brandy''s thoughts could have been more pure and objective here. But on the other hand, there were sweet abs. Calcine''s wonderful stomach was no less wonderful because it was on another Pok¨¦mon. "I can''t be mad at her for scaring the other one off," Sparky said. "I just want to grind my face on those." "I want to grind your face on that, too," Morgan agreed. "Calcine, could we make it happen?" "Brandy''s are better," Calcine said. Very loyal, but Brandy didn''t believe that for a second. She had eyes. "Oh hey, other people!" the Rockruff said as she tipped her head back, taking in the group upside down. "Holy shit! Look at the thighs on your trainer!" The Rockruff rolled up to sit and looked at Brandy with an appraising eye, her tail wagging behind her madly. "So gorgeous. I''m jealous." "Thanks?" Brandy said, looking down at her skirt. She couldn''t exactly argue they weren''t good. She''d been told it enough. "Oh no, I am the thankful one. Thighs like that are worth living for." the Rockruff said, beating her chest. "I''m Tanzanite! Call me Tansy because it''s shorter and cuter. Like me!" There was an awkward pause as everyone kept staring at her stomach. Tansy looked down in confusion, poking at her wet abs. "Sorry, you want me to put a top on?" "No!" they all said in quick unison. Calcine was the first to find an actual thought, smiling at Tansy as she made a rock bridge for her to get off her ind in the water pool without wading. "Rock Tomb is a good Move. I have it, too." "It''s the best!" Tansy gave them a sharp-toothed grin. "Rush in with Tackle, then use it to pin things down for Saffira! It usually works a charm, but it''s not working today. She''s been struggling to catch anything here." Brandy was pretty sure the reason for that was an overly enthusiastic bundle of fluff, but it''d be mean to say it. "I love her," Sparky said. "She''s like Calcine, and I had a kid." "I wish I could be as pretty as all of you! You are all way too nice," Tansy said, her tail wagging so hard that she almost tipped over. She grabbed it and held it tight against her chest, the grey fur spilling over her arms as she smiled like an idiot. "Sparky children. A horrifying thought," Morgan adjusted her hat. "Is your trainer close? We can do introductions all together." "Oh, I kind of, maybe," Tansy cleared her throat and lowered her voice. "Ran off a little and lost her." "That''s why you got to get a tall trainer," Sparky said, waving at Brandy. "Can''t lose her. You just look for what the airnes are having to fly around." "She is really tall," Tansy whispered to Sparky, louder than all of them were talking. "How do you ..." she wagged her tail in her arms and gave a meaningful look. "I climb her like a tree." "Awesome." "Want a go?" "No!" Brandy cut in before she ended up losing clothes, "Let''s go find ... Saffira, you said?" "I''ll take you right to her! She''s the best human ever. You''re going to love her to bits," and Tansy took off with a confident stride down the mine path. She got four steps before she turned back and gave an embarrassed smile. "I''m actually still lost. I don''t actually know where she is." "Well, it''s a Mine," Morgan said, "There''s only really so many ces she could be. We didn''t pass her, so let''s just keep going. Do you mind if I grind this Joltik''s face on your stomach as we walk?" "A lot of people say that, but nobody actually does it!" Tansyughed, "Love the boldness. She''s got really cool fangs like me as well! Let me poke them, and we got a deal." Brandy opened her mouth to say it''d slow them down, but Calcine shushed her and pulled her close. "Morgan''s coping better. Let them have their fun." "We''re never getting out of this cave." Brandy huffed. They both stared at Tansy''s stomach muscles as Sparky y acted at putting up a fight against Morgan. "Lovely view though," Calcine said as she licked her lips. "At least we''ve got a good reason to be making poor time." Brandy pressed a hand to Calcine''s stomach and squeezed, letting her fingers run into the valleys of Calcine''s muscles. "We have to put up with these every day and manage." "Do we?" Calcineughed and pressed Brandy''s hand firmer to her stomach. "I think we all just make do with being a little Tansy ourselves." Brandy couldn''t really argue with that. 175 – Resting for a Spell 175 ¨C Resting for a Spell The path through the dimply lit mine was clearly marked, but it quickly became a maze if you went off it to explore. Tansy was absolutely sure her Trainer, Saffira, was out looking for Pok¨¦mon with her when they''d gotten lost. At least she didn''t seem worried about being separated as she danced ahead of them, looking down every corridor they came to. "She''s a Rock Ace!" Tansy called back to the group, "You''re going to love her! She''s not super tall like Brandy, but she''s inherited from me, and I don''t want to spoil it, but it makes me pant just looking at her. Even thinking about her, aaaagh!" Tansy hugged herself, her hips wiggling back and forth as her tail wagged madly. Sparky grinned like an idiot at the hopeless, love-struck disy. "We''re all like this when you''re not around Brandy," the Joltik said, "Calcine spends her whole time telling people about your legs." "I don''t do that." Calcine said calmly, "Sparky does, but she can''t finish before she starts drooling." Brandy half believed that, though that had nothing to do with Pok¨¦mon and human rtionships. Sparky would form a cult around her legs if given a chance. It was hard to believe Tansy was a Rock Type; her infectious energy was just so firmly Electric Type that it felt out of ce it made Sparky appear serene. She swished her skirt to make her own Electric Type crackle with glee, just to remind herself she was still the number one gremlin in her life. "No drooling now." Brandy admonished. "We''re helping out someone in trouble." "No promises," Sparky grinned and touched Brandy''s thigh. "You want me to behave? You''re going to have to be less hot." "Or more hot," Morgan said, picking at the bottom of Brandy''s shirt with one hand. "With the right belly tee, we could make Sparky follow your every word." Tempting, Brandy would have to see her swimsuit''s effect before shemitted to being even more distracting. Fashion was a part of being a Trainer Brandy had never been very good at. Maybe she could ask Maple for some tips; she''d always looked amazing while they''d been at college together, and it was hard not to get distracted in sses staring at her. It certainly hadn''t helped Brandy''s grades. The sound of a small rock falling made Tansy stop dead, and the other three followed suit. "Is that normal?" "Mmm," Tansy replied, her dog ears twitching, "Sorta. Calcine, can you feel that?" Calcine bent to press a hand to the mine floor, taking a few quiet breaths as she let her power over the rock diffuse. "There''s a thumping?" Calcine said, like a heavy heartbeat. "It''s hard to tell where from. It''s like it''s all around us." Tansy grinned. "Oh, there''s thumping all right. That''ll be Saffira. She must have found a Rock Pok¨¦mon after I left." "She fucks so hard rocks fall?" Morgan said, "I find that hard to believe." "No! She''s fighting," Tansy said, giving Morgan a fang-filled grin. "Though she does fuck hard if you want her to, woof." "Fighting without fucking, what a novel strategy," Morgan said,ying a wing over Brandy''s shoulders. "Have you ever heard of such a thing?" "Sounds a lot less fun," Brandy shrugged. She wasn''t going to be embarrassed about her fighting style. It''d worked wonders so far. "She got into a fight without you?" Tansy flicked her tail about thoughtfully, grabbing it to hold while she pondered it and turning in circles. Eventually, her ears flicked up in shock. "She wouldn''t! She must be in trouble!" Tansy darted forward into the darkness, and Brandy acted quickly before she got lost twice. "Tansy, don''t leave me!" Brandy shouted and heard skidding on the rock down the side path. Tansy bounded back at speed, rearing for a pounce on Brandy. "Morgan, Gust her, please." With a p of her wing-like arm, a swirl of wind built up in the cave and caught Tansy mid-air, though it didn''t stop her jumppletely. Shended in Brandy''s arms with a thump that blew the air out of Brandy''s lungs. A boob squish was usually pleasant when it wasn''t high impact. This one just left her stunned. Calcine grabbed Tansy''s head in one hand, her messy grey hair sticking up in tufts between her fingers as she pulled Tansy off her. A hiss of steam spilled out of the corner of her mouth as she stared right through the rambunctious Rockruff. "Sorry, I thought you were in trouble," Tansy said, ears lowered. "I just want to help." She was hard to hate, not just because she had a deliciously muscled stomach. She was just so earnestly pure in her intentions. Maybe Saffira handled her better, but it was down to Brandy since she wasn''t here. She tried to draw on some of Trinket and Velvet''s training and assert herself. First things first, understand your partner''s needs and address them. "That''s fine hun. Helping is good. But let''s do it right, take a breath for me," Brandy said, taking Tansy''s wrists. "A big one, in through the mouth and out through the nose." Tansy, bless her, didn''t argue. She huffed in a truly colossal breath, puffing her chest out before snorting it all out in one big rush. She didn''t look any less eager to run off again, but the simple action at least put her in the moment. The second step is to be clear in your intentions. "We all want to rescue Saffira, but you need to help us find her. This ce is a maze, and running about it won''t help." Her Partners weren''t saying anything, just watching. She could feel the pride radiating from Calcine and the leering interest from Sparky and Morgan. Brandy wasn''t naturally assertive like this. She liked to give Pok¨¦mon what they wanted so much more. But what Tansy needed required her to be assertive, so Brandy tried her best. "Calcine''s got Rock Tomb too. You can both feel the thumping, right?" Brandy said. "All around," Calcine said, and after a gentle squeeze of her wrists, Tansy nodded in agreement, her tail swishing behind her. "Coming in consistent waves." Strange. What would make a consistent thumping like that? A fight would be intermittent and fucking probably didn''t shake the walls. It just seemed a bit much. Brandy couldn''t think of a Pok¨¦mon with a heartbeat that loud. The third step is to keep it creative. Well, Trinket had actually said, ''Never let her know how hard she''s going to be fucked'' but Brandy was adapting this a little. Brandy offered a hand to Calcine, keeping one on Tansy''s wrist. "Both hold my hand. When you feel a thump, squeeze it as soon as it hits." "Oh, I get it," Morgan said, "Clever. But hold on, may I add a little something?" Brandy nodded, and Morgan put her hands on Tansy''s shoulder and pulled her away from Brandy. Then, she nudged Calcine the other way until they were on opposite sides of Brandy, her arms stretched out as far as they could. "Sparky, take Tansy''s hip and walk her around when I move." Sparky licked her lips as she got her hands on Tansy''s hips and gave them a gentle squeeze. "Our team has the best ns." "Focus, please." Morgan said, "Let Brandy show off for us." "Thanks, Morgan," Brandy smiled. "Okay, when the tremor hits, your senses squeeze my palm." They both squeezed simultaneously, but Brandy bit down the flutters in her throat at the pressure and tried to focus on who was first. It wasn''t easy; her palms were sweaty, and the firm grip of Tansy and Calcine sent little thrilling jolts down her arm and into her heart. After a minute, she started to feel it wouldn''t work, biting her bottom lip nervously as she tried to tune her own heart thumps. "You rx, too," Calcine said with an even firmer squeeze, her fingers sliding to link with Brandy''s. "Don''t fight what you feel." "Brandy," Sparky said, "I''ll watch you. Just close your eyes and enjoy it." So she did just that. Eyes closed, she let their grip guide her to spin in slow circles as they squeezed her hand. Tansy was enjoying it as much as she was, panting a little as she kept pace with Sparky. That light pressure from two beautiful women was not sexual but still a point of firm contact that made Brandy''s heart leap. She hadn''t nned for this triangtion n to be romantic, but it was. It''s like they were casting some kind of location spell together. The next thump came, and she felt the twin squeeze. Then, after that, there were a few seconds between each double squeeze. Her palms already ached, but it was in a good way, a warm throb she wouldn''t mind some kisses onter. It took time, but eventually Sparky called out. "Her arm trembles every time, quickest this way. Slowest on the other side." Brandy opened her eyes to see Sparky pointing down a shaft and smiled. "I was worried it wouldn''t work. Good eyes." "The best eyes," Sparky smirked. "And you''re wee to them." Brandy touched the side of her head, rubbing the skin just beside her eye. She''d practiced some with her eyes with Morgan''s cards, and seeing in the dark had been nice. But she''d never really taken in detail like the slight tremble of a limb. She needed to practice more with her Inheritance. It wasn''t just her Partners who needed to be sharpening their ws constantly. "Woof," Tansy fanned her face. "That was good. I could feel Calcine''s Move coiling over mine under our feet. It was like a weird hug I''ve never had before." "Good?" Calcine asked. "Love it. You''re a good Rock Type. I hope Saffira''s found someone as good as you." Tansy was really free withpliments. Maybe that was part of her nature, to be a loyal fan of everyone she met. It was an adorable quirk, even if it left her a bit scatterbrained. They didn''t keep her waiting, taking her with hands held down the tunnel Sparky had pointed out. Now they had the trick of it worked out. It was quick to repeat to orientate themselves as they worked through the winding passages, passing a few guide marks pointing them back to the main path as they went deeper into the wild areas. --- Up in the dark of the ceiling, clinging to the rock as tightly as possible so their purple fur blended in, a Pok¨¦mon smiled to herself as she watched the group pass. One Trainer was a treat, but two? Her sisters were going to feast today. 176 – Hanging In There 176 ¨C Hanging In There Brandy could feel it now, as subtle as it was. A faint thrumming in the air made the hair on Brandy''s arms tingle as they got closer to the source of the pulses through the rocks. It got darker, too, but Calcine helped with that by wrapping her cape around herself, the warm red glow able to light up the mine shafts ahead for them. "This is safe, right?" Sparky said. She''d taken a spot beside Brandy, trying to watch her back as they walked. Their eyes were a lot better for seeing in the dark beyond Calcine''s light. "Old mine shafts are a little spooky." "It''s all shored up!" Tansy said, leading the front. She was walking fast, clearly eager to pull them all along as quickly as she could get away with. "The Wild Pok¨¦mon here take care of it. It''s safer than any building." Thest building Brandy had been in had tried to throw office chairs at her, so she couldn''t argue there. "I wasn''t bothered being underground to begin with," Morgan sighed, "I''m a little less sure of it now. This is making my feathers itch." Poor bird, a mine wasn''t really the ce for her. Brandy stepped over and got an arm around her. "Murkrow love darkness, don''t they?" "Swooping from it, yes," Morgan said, "Lurking in it isn''t really our thing." "You make it look good. That hat gives you a lot of presence. Very mysterious and dashing." Morgan nudged Brandy''s side as she smiled. It was a tant attempt to cheer her up, but it worked anyway. "Maybe I''ll get you one." "You mean I can''t inherit your hat?" Brandy said as they shuffled through the darkness. "I thought I was going to wake up one day with one glued to my head." "Depends how hard you push your luck here," Morgan grinned, her teeth a pearly white in the darkness. "Make fun of the hat, and I''ll glue one on so firm you''ll have to cut it off." She was more at ease, leeching a bit of Brandy''s calm confidence. Brandy leaned down to seal it with a kiss and caught the sh of purple in the reflection of Morgan''s eyes. "Up high!" Brandy said, "Morgan, sweep with Gust!" Morgan didn''t question it. She just pped her wings back and then rushed them forward to send out a pulse of wind to rake the mine ceiling. "Sparky web it!" Sparky had her arm raised out ready, but there was nothing to be webbed. Calcine lit one hand with me and held it up, shining a brighter light on the ceiling, but it was just bare rock. "I saw something," Brandy said, her eyes darting to catch another glimpse of purple. "Positive." "We''re being stalked?" Calcine dipped a hand into the ground, the rock rumbling as it shifted under her touch. "I don''t feel anything moving." Sparky fired off a few webs at the ceiling, making a criss-cross pattern from end to end, but still nothing was flushed out. "Could it be that one we saw earlier who can walk through rock?" Morgan said, "She wasn''t purple, but maybe something like her?" A screech rolled down the corridors, a high-pitched whistle that sent chills down Brandy''s spine. Morgan had her ws out, dark energy dripping off them; Sparky had electricity dancing between her fingertips, and Calcine''s hands were wreathed in fire. "That was obviously trying to distract us," Calcine said, "Someone is up there. It must have a move that makes them invisible or intangible. Pack hunter." "They must have Saffira!" Tansy yelped, "Catch her!" Wild pack hunting Pok¨¦mon were a special kind of trouble. A Trainer who got caught up with a whole pack could have a very exhausting day. It was not an unpleasant experience at all, but if you had any ns when a pack got a hold of you, those ns would have to go on hold. Brandy had no intention of letting herself get caught today. She wanted to get to that beach and rx before her tournament match. "Sparky, let''s have a Thunderwave. One end to the other." Brandy said, "Ready on an Astonish Morgan." The air prickled as Sparky gathered up the static in her fur, crackling lines of electricity dancing over her body. She stepped forward, her hands up, and sent out a burst of energy. The lightning arc blossomed when it hit the ceiling, bing a rolling wave storming down the tunnels. Just before it rolled over, a section of the ceiling detached, the grey stone coloring to a rich purple. The lumpy mass spread its wings and immediately snagged itself on one of Sparky''s webs from earlier, iling madly as it got stuck and only had one wing left free. pping it wildly just made them swing about, snagging more and more webs as it tried to escape. Morgan surged past in a stream of shadows and pounced on the wrapped-up figure, sinking her ws into their sides and dragging a squeaking moan out of her that hit a high note so loud it could have shattered ss. Morgan let her body weight drop, stretching the webs the winged Pok¨¦mon was stuck on and dragging them upside down to eye level with the group. Morgan''s grip under their captive''s armpits was the only thing stopping her from snapping back to the ceiling. She was cute. Really cute. Only a little bit taller than Sparky, she had big, tufty ears, shaped a bit like a bunny rabbit, but thicker with purple fur that went down to a sweeping bob of sleek purple hair. She had a tiny, button nose and two big golden eyes that didn''t look at all bothered by her ridiculous situation. She had a round, soft face with pale purple skin and a smile that was all fangs. Almost t as a board up top, but a pair of big, thick thighs more than made up for what she wascking in the chest. Her wings were like Morgan''s, part of her arm, but a leathery purple instead of Morgan''s feathers and a bit sleeker and bat-like, more for swooping than high-flying antics. Her ck fur sort of matched Morgan''s, though it looked a bit scruffier than Morgan''s dashing, shiny feathers. "Oh, you caught me?" she said, yfully coy, "What will you do to me now?" "Where''s Saffira!" Tansy said as she stepped in to grab her cheeks and pull on them. The batdy clicked out some high-pitched notes as she tried to shake her head free. "Have you stolen my trainer?" "Tansy," Brandy said firmly, "Let her speak. She can''t answer if you''re squeezing her." The Rockruff backed off, but only an inch, a low growl in her throat as she locked eyes with the upside-down Pok¨¦mon. "Noibat," Brandy said, "Like to hunt in darkness. Use sound to hunt. That thumping sound was you all?" "Don''t know what you mean," the Noibat said, trying to look innocent as she kicked her feet. Upside down, it just made her hips shake. "I''m just a cute bat Pok¨¦mon, caught by a handsome trainer who-" "Calcine, you can Smack Down her." "Woah woah woah!" the Noibat said as Calcine stepped up, ready to whack her like a tetherball. "Let''s not make ady cum that quickly! You have to enjoy some forey first." Calcine raised her hand, her eyes narrowing, and the Noibat wriggled in her web. "No fun!" the Noibat pouted. "You Trainers stepped into these mines with my Sisters and I. Why would you do that if you didn''t want a good time? Let me down, and I''ll show you what sound ripples can do for ady." It was so shameless it almost made Brandy blush. Noibats were a Flying Type and Dragon Type. That should have led to a proud, independent Pok¨¦mon with no time for others and an ego the size of the moon. Noibat showed that there was more than one way to y to the usual personalities of a type. They were pack Pok¨¦mon, technically. Fiercelypetitive with each other, they were always trying to prove they were the best of the group and would go to some incredible lengths to do that. It gave them a reputation as fiercely attentive lovers who were immensely proud of their skills and a second reputation as a bunch of winged menaces always looking for the next woman to use as a measuring stick. "Have you seen another Trainer here?" Brandy said. "We might let you go if you help us out." "Oh, you will anyway," the Noibat grinned, her eyes flicking over the group and her ears wiggling. "I''m too hot to pass up." "Even I find this a bit cocky," Sparky whistled. "You talk big for a bat that doesn''t even have a chest." "Arceus thought we''d be too blessed if we were any more gifted, got to give you all a chance." "Where''s Saffira," Tansy growled; this time, she put some power behind it. The growl wasn''t just deep. It got into you and made your insides squirm. A growl with a promise that Someone was about to have a very good or very bad time, and it was really down to Tansy which way that went. It made Brandy''s mouth dry. She licked her lips as she tried to get thoughts of Tansy out of her head. That growl was dangerous, and the Noibat clearly couldn''t handle it either, shaking her head as she tried to avoid looking at the Rockruff. "I''ll never tell," the Noibat grinned. "You can''t make me." Tansy looked at Brandy hopelessly. Her Growl hadn''t worked, and she clearly didn''t have any other moves to use. Brandy gave Tansy a thumbs up. She had a lot of webbing and three Partners at her back. If she couldn''t make this Noibat sing, she would never make it as a Trainer. 177 – Joyce the Facts 177 ¨C Joyce the Facts The Noibat was attractive, but Brandy was ready to admit that she wasn''t exactly discerning when it came to Pok¨¦mon. They were all hot. It was only a question of how blisteringly hot they were. This one looked like a bundle of fun with her thick thighs and sleek body that looked like it''d be easy to squeeze up again. She came with a matching manic energy, fully confident she could beat Brandy even when hung upside down in webs and surrounded. The Noibat looked Brandy up and down and knocked a high-pitched sound in the back of her throat that made Brandy''s ears twitch and her brain tingle. That was Supersonic. Brandy needed to stop that quickly before the Noibat scrambled all their thoughts. "Morgan, thicken the air around her." Morgan fanned her wings, and the Noibat did a fake choke and then blew a kiss at Brandy. "Smart." the Noibat said, her golden eyes twinkling with amusement as she acted casual. "Tall too, love the red hair. Damn. You got a nice figure too, sporty and fuckable. So much good stuff going on. You''re going to have so much fun with us." The praise was appreciated, but it could have been more helpful in finding Saffira. It made sense that a bat-winged Pok¨¦mon didn''t find being upside down disorientating, but the Noibat acted like she was in charge. That''d be the Dragon Type in her, so prideful they''d make Mahi or Mercury look modest. Worse, they could usually back it up. New Trainers who wanted to be Dragon Aces often found themselves trophies to the brash Pok¨¦mon, and it''d be a long time before they got to take charge. If they ever did. Brandy''s training style would have been perfect for that, taking charge while giving them all they wanted? It was so much fun. "I''m missing my Trainer," Tansy pleaded, squatting to look the Noibat in the eyes. "Tell me where she is. Please?" "She''s fine. We take good care of guests." the Noibat grinned. "Was a good thing you ran off chasing that Pok¨¦mon for her. We barely beat her Boldore. If they''d had backup, we might have lost." Morgan caught Brandy''s enhanced eyes in the dim light, just the slightest shake of her head as she faked adjusting her hat. So, that was a lie? Why didn''t Morgan just call her out then? Brandy wasn''t sure what Morgan was scheming, but if she had a n, Brandy was going to back the bird up. "I don''t think you beat Saffira," Brandy said, stroking her fingers over the Noibat''s fluffy bunny-like ears. The fur was just as soft as she''d hoped, and she could feel the Noibat shiver slightly under her touch. Oh, she was going to have fun ying with these. "Tansy seems like a badass, and I bet her Boldore is too. You''re just dying us." Brandy rubbed the ears between her forefinger and thumb as the Noibat tried to reply. The thicker air around the Noibat made her breaths heavier, a bit of ear attention was all it took to get her tiny chest working overtime in Sparky''s webs. "Maybe." the Noibat said, trying to y it off cool. Though all her lip-licking spoiled the nonchnt image. "What are you going to do about it?" "Oh, do you now know who this is?" Morgan said, stepping in before Brandy could speak. "This is Brandy Joyce. She''s broken two gyms and a hundred girls'' hearts. She taught Wooloo how to fuck." "Wooloo are lovey fuzzballs." the Noibat snorted. "That isn''t an achievement." "They can all make love," Sparky grinned, the Bug happily acting as the barbecue maid to what Morgan was cooking. "But Brandy taught them how to fuck. Turrfield Grass gym is still closed. She had to go through about a hundred of them to clear that gym, and she wasn''t supposed to fuck a single one. But our trainer is a monster." "She is?" Tansy said, her tail wagging behind her as she looked Brandy over. The Rockruff was about to be hopelessly honest and spoil this fake image they were building. Brandy had no choice but to jump in. "I''m just a Joyce," Brandy said cocking her hip and swishing her skirt. Tansy actually barked at it. "I love Pok¨¦mon. They haven''t all been soft. Appletun, Centiskorch, Rapidash, Magnezone." She''d meant to brag, but she had done all this so far. She''d just never reallyid it all out like this. It was a lot of punching above her weight for a new Trainer. "She took two of those at once," Calcine said, "And she''s got a rivalry with the Rapidash. You know their reputation?" "Yeah," the Noibat swallowed thickly, "Sure, but I can take her." "Of course you can," Morgan said, pinching the Noibat''s cheek. "And all your sisters. Do you have a Noivern big sis too? She''s going to want a piece of them. Joyce''s have a hunger." "No," the Noibat licked her lips. "We got a uh... we got someone special. But no Noivern yet. No one''s proved their best." "Well, you''re going to prove it today," Calcine said. "Whoever survives is going to evolve. I evolved when Brandy took two Carkol at once. It was the only way I could keep up. A Rolycoly wouldn''t satisfy her anymore." Now that was untrue, she loved Calcine no matter what. She knew they were making Brandy sound like an insane womanizer to rattle the Noibat, but she wasn''t that bad! Fenny was, but Brandy was calmer than that. Well, okay, no, she wasn''t, but she was less horny! Was she less horny? Oh no, she was totally bing her mother. "Arceus! She''s got a really intense stare," the Noibat gasped. "I mean I can totally take her, I''d pound her into the dust." "You sure?" Tansy says, "It sounds like she''d eat you alive and spit out the bones. Which I''m down for! Saffira is kind of like that too, but that''s because she loves her partners to be well fucked and happy." "No," Sparky patted Tansy''s arm. "Brandy doesn''t spit. She swallows every drop. I have a bag full of water just to revive us after she''s sucked us dry." The Noibat''s ears were twitching madly between Brandy''s fingers. Her pride would get wounded if a Trainer crushed her into the ground, but admitting that was as bad as it happening. Brandy moved her hands up to run along the Noibat''s sides and get a squeeze of those thick thighs. "Well, if she''s not going to talk now, I guess I can fuck her until she''s begging me to be a good girl." "Are you sure?" Tansy said, quietly horrified, "I thought you''d help me. I didn''t know you were this bad!" Poor Tansy was buying it all. It helped to sell the story, but Brandy did feel a little guilty for misleading her. Still, they''d set up the stick now they just had to offer the Noibat a carrot. "I did promise Tansy to find Saffira. I''d love to knock a new tunnel into this mine, but I should keep my promises. Why don''t you bring me along? That way, I can drop Tansy off and get to you and your sisters?" Relief flooded the Noibat''s face. Brandy could see the thought m home that her sisters might wear Brandy down before she got her turn. Then, oddly, her face scrunched up again. "I can''t," the Noibat said. "You''ll just have to wait." Strange, that seemed like it''d worked. Why wouldn''t the Noibat want to do that? Morgan looked thoughtful, stroking her chin with a wing as she looked at the Noibat. "Tansy, how strong is Saffira''s Boldor?" "Nova? Nova''s a badass. You''ll love her. I pin them down, and Nova lights them up." Tansy blushed. "I love Saffira. She''s the best, but Nova is so crazy in love she can''t think straight. Took her forever to admit it. It''s so cute." "So she might beat a bunch of Noibat''s," Morgan said, "And those pulses are still going?" "Yeah," Calcine nodded, "Haven''t stopped." "Interesting," Morgan said. "I wonder..." "You going to tell us the answer?" Sparky teased, "You''re being awfully smug." "I''ll give a point to whoever works it out." "I know!" The Noibat said, "Do I get a point?" "No." "Ah, well then, I''m not telling you." Brandy knew she wouldn''t have said anyway. It was just more time-wasting. So, what was the answer Morgan had? The pulses had been constant for a while and came from all the Noibats. It wasn''t for finding Saffira if they''d already found her; if they had, wild Pok¨¦mon couldn''t resist jumping on a Trainer. So why were they still doing it? Well, there was one reason they could be acting oddly. Brandy got her Pok¨¦dex and pointed it at the Noibat to confirm it.
"Elizabeth" the Noibat
Height: 5¡¯ 2¡±
Type: Dragon/Flying
Victories: 28
Moves Discovered: Air Cutter Double Team Roost Supersonic
Noibat ears are soft, just so soft. Touch them if you get the chance. So soft. The best.
Sparky got under Brandy''s arm to look at the screen as Calcine looked over her shoulder. "Roost is how she hid in the ceiling," Calcine said. "Pretty umon Move, better than I''d have thought it would be. What''s all this tell you we didn''t already know?" "She has Victories in her stats," Brandy said, "Not Failed Captures, and she''s got a name she never told us. Elizabeth the Noibat is not a Wild Pok¨¦mon. She''s got a Trainer." "I''d bet they''ve all got the same Trainer," Morgan grinned, "Point to Brandy." "This is a Trainer fight?" Tansy growled. "You didn''t even tell us! That''s so sneaky!" "Hah!" Elizabeth cackled, "And you''re both going to lose. I''m going to have thirty victories today and the best victory party after." Brandy gripped Elizabeth''s ears firmly and dragged her up for a kiss. She went in hard, tongue rushing into Elizabeth''s mouth to absolutely dominate her tongue. Kissing upside down was a little awkward, but the squishy wet muscle and the warmth of a woman''s lips against her own still got Brandy''s blood racing. Elizabeth looked stunned when Brandy finally broke away, tongue stillshing at the air in shock. "If this is a battle, I can really fuck her." Brandy borrowed Morgan''s smug smile to sell it. "I don''t have to hold back." "Wait!" Elizabeth said, "Okay, so I''m not going to help you or tell you anything because I''m the best girl. But if you really want to see Saffira, I can lead you into the trap? If you''re such hot shit, you can take all my sisters, right?" Elizabeth clearly didn''t want her victory to be marred with being found fucked senseless. Marching into a trap was a bad idea, but could they turn it around if they knew it wasing? Sparky and Morgan looked excited at the idea. Calcine quietly resigned to it, and Tansy was relieved to know she''d see Saffira soon. They could do this. Brandy had schemed her way out of worse. A Trainer who had to resort to tricks had picked the wrong team to mess with. 178 – Improptu Training Session 178 ¨C Improptu Training Session Walking into a trap was better an idea than it sounded. It came with some valuable perks. Pok¨¦mon fought better when worked up, and the anticipation of a tough fight was almost as powerful for getting their blood racing as a short skirt and stockings. It also meant everyone was on high alert. Eventually, they''d have run into a trap by ident. At least this way, they knew it wasing and soon. Calcine and Tansy worked together to sense along the rocks, trying to find Noibat using Roost to hide above them. Sparky mbered onto Brandy''s back and acted like a second head so nothing got overlooked. Inheriting Sparky''s eyes kept paying off; Calcine''s fire lit up the tunnels, but her eyes turned that light source into almost perfect rity. It was like she was outdoors, except even brighter and more vivid. Brandy was seeing a few colors that didn''t exist before. Morgan''s wind had been barely visible before, but now it was highlighted with a green that was also white? It was hard even to describe how something could be two colors simultaneously. Like exining what orange is to someone who''d only ever seen red and Yellow. There just weren''t words that''d properly describe it. Elizabeth, the Noibat, was walking ahead, leading them down a mine shaft wide enough to walk two abreast. The wooden supports were rotting on the walls, missing pieces that''d probably fallen off and been removed. They''d all been reced by smooth stone pirs from Pok¨¦mon who didn''t want the ceing down on their heads, which made Brandy wonder something. "Why don''t you just clear all this old wood away?" Brandy said, "It just makes the ce look old." "That''s the vibe!" Elizabeth grinned. "A dangerous ce for adventurous and sexydies." "But it''spletely safe," Brandy said, "It''s a fake danger." "Well, we don''t want our humans getting hurt," Elizabeth said, "It still works. If you make something look rickety and old, people will think it is. Even if it''s tough enough to take big hits." "Yeah, humans are pretty stupid," Sparky nodded, her weight shifting on Brandy''s back, forcing her to stop. She gave Brandy''s cheek a peck of a kiss. "With exceptions." "Right!" Elizabeth cackled. "With exceptions." Pok¨¦mon using the environment to lure humans. Brandy had done sses on how to lure Pok¨¦mon, the particr things that attracted different types, like how Poison Types couldn''t resist apetition or Flying Types ady on her own. No one had ever mentioned that lures could go both ways. It was an intriguing idea. Wouldn''t that mean Noibats love the adventurous and fearless sorts if true? The shaft turned and opened into a vast cavern. The ceiling was high and craggy, with stctites hanging from above and stgmites rising up below. An old rusting minecart track cut a path through the room and out either end. Morgan and Calcine didn''t even wait. It was such an obvious ambush spot they jumped right to lighting up the ceiling. The jetstream of fire from Calcine''s hand spread around with Morgan''s winds to form a fiery tornado. Maybe they could have used the stctites to hide up there, but Brandy was watching real close, and she didn''t see even a whisper of movement amongst the mes. The cave air was getting hot when Brandy clicked her fingers to signal a stop. "Oh," Elizabeth shrugged, her bat wings scrunching up as she turned back to look at them guiltily. "Honestly, I thought they''d be here. Promise." "Kind of an obvious spot to use numbers. You could swarm us here from all sides." Morgan suspiciously stared at Elizabeth from under the brim of her hat, "You''re not just wasting our time?" Tansy sniffed the air, her fluffy tail wagging as she walked into the cavern''s center. It was fun to watch her work. She stretched tall to smell things, which showed off her gorgeous stomach muscles. "They were here. I can smell Nova." "You can track by scent?" Calcine sighed. "Why didn''t you do that earlier?" "No!" Tansy nted her hands on her hips, ears ttening as her tail whipped behind her. "Just because I look a bit like a dog doesn''t mean I have a dog nose! Nova''s sts have a sharp smell to them; even you could smell it." Brandy sniffed, and it just smelled musty. It sounded like Tansy had a bit of a dog nose to Brandy. "She can''t be far then. We should wait here." Brandy said, "Set an ambush of our own?" "How sure are you she''sing back?" Calcine said, just as a roar of ttering metal sounded down a corridor. Like a rollercoaster at full tilt, parts cked together as they approached. "Well," Calcine shrugged, "That answers that." "Sparky, it''s big web time. We can catch this minecart." Brandy said, "Calcine, Tansy, make a pir on either side of the tracks for Sparky." The pair working together made two pirs of rock crash up out of the ground and nearly topple over. Calcine quickly smoothed off the bases with a run of her hand, the sheer heat of her touch melting the rock under her fingertips like y and letting her thicken the base. Sparky bounced between the two, running webs back and forth to make a crisscross pattern like a sticky chainlink fence. It was a denser pattern than her regr webs; a runaway minecart wouldn''t be easy to stop; she''d need the extra strength. Morgan faded into the shadows, leaving Brandy with nothing to do but hide behind one pir. Her head peeked out to look down the tracks to glimpse the approaching cart. The light on the front of it was blinding, but squinting past it, Brandy picked out a few figures riding it. Way too many for one cart. Because it wasn''t just one cart. "Ah fuck!" Brandy yelled over to Sparky, who was still pulling her web tight. "Sparky, forget it, it''s a whole train!" Toote. The long chain of mine carts crashed over the tracks and smashed into Sparky''s webbing. The webs stretched as they tried to hold back the cart, but it had so much mass behind it that the webs were beginning to snap. It would all copse in just a few seconds and let the carts go sailing on, so Brandy had to take the situation in fast. In the lead cart, a tall Pok¨¦mon with dark blue skin grunted as the webs hit her back and snapped off an impressively sturdy set of back muscles. She had long, messy waves of even darker blue hair that the webbing got stuck in. One long quiff of hair cradled her round face and hid an eye from view, the other poking out from behind it a bright yellow and craggy like it was an inset jewel. She had an intense punkish look and a snarl on her face as she shook her head to tear the webbing free. It was throwing off her aim briefly; the colorful, glittering beamsing from the red gems that coated the back of her fingers were raking a wall. She was standing over someone who''d fallen back into the cart, only their dark-skinned hands visible on the cart''s edges. A Noibat had some glitter spread over her chest and had been shed out of the air mid-flight. Her wings spread, ready to break her fall, as she flew out of the cart. Not that it was taking the pressure off. There was a whole swarm of them clutching the rest of the carts, mbering along the sides and over the tops of carts already scored with glittery lines. Standing tall and calm at the back was a woman with Noibats clinging onto her like a living cape. She scratched one of them under the chin with her long, slender fingers. It was hard to see much of her around the Noibats, but she had a pair of red-tinted sses that had big circr lenses and some gorgeous long ck hair tied into a ponytail with a little bell sp on the end. Her eyes were closed, and she had the kind of serene expression that just didn''t suit the crazy situation she was in. "Nova!" Tansy yelped, "High five me babe!" Tansy dashed to the side of the passing cart in one bound, and the blue-skinned Pok¨¦mon snatched her hand and lifted her off her feet as the speed of the cart caught up to her. Sparky''s web had broken, but Sparky was holding onto it, the strands of it wrapped around the cart, dragging her so fast she flew like a kite about it. Brandy could have let it pass, but Tansy was a sweetheart and she wasn''t about to let her fight this battle alone. She had time for onemand before it all rolled past. "Sparky, web me!" Sparky twisted and shot a sticky line to Brandy, her boots scraping along the ground as she began to be dragged. Calcine''s eyes shot wide as Brandy jumped for her. "Slick the floor up. Slide time!" Brandy called and hit Calcine like a bowling ball, clinging onto her formidable partner as the air mmed out of her lungs. Calcine knew her well enough to guess the n; thankfully, the ground under her became a sheer slide that dragged her along in a groove behind the mine cart. Calcine was tough as hell, and her boots matched Brandy''s own. They could handle this, at least briefly, until the soles ate away. The mine carts crashed through the room and into the tunnel beyond, Calcine smoothing out the floor and walls so they could ride after it like they were water skiing. Morgan chased them, wings beating madly as she tried to keep up without smashing into a wall. I was working; the problem was they had a weak link now, and she wasn''t happy at all. "This is going to pull my arms off!" Sparky yelped as she acted as the link between the web attached to the carts and Calcine. "New n quick, please!" "Morgan!" Brandy called as she grabbed Calcine''s cape and fanned it out in her hands. "Give us a boost!" The Murkrow''s wings shot forward as she sent a st of bracing wind racing down the corridor. Brandy caught as much of it in Calcine''s cape as she could, and, like an Umbre in a storm, it nearly drove it right out of her hands. But she kept her grip tight and let the wind give them the wings to take off briefly. Glitteringsers nearly sliced their tether to Sparky as two Noibat piled Nova up front and tried to drag her down, her wild shots missing them and causing trouble for everyone else. She and Tansy would just have to handle it for a minute. Brandy was still busy back here. "Rapid spin us in Calcine!" Brandy said as her arms ached from holding onto the cape slipping between her fingers. "We''re a yo-yo!" It was a horrible, dizzying experience to be wound in like that. The world whipped around in circles as the web bound them together and picked up Sparky halfway, squeezing her into the spinning mess. But it worked, a thump as they spilled over the edge of the back minecart and into a pile of screeching Noibats. "Oh!" the woman with the red sses said, genuinely surprised. "I wasn''t listening out for you. You sound simply gorgeous. Girls, Double Team our new guests." She smiled down at Brandy, and Brandy couldn''t help but notice the chompers on her. This bat-lovingdy had fangs. Of course she did. Hot. Crazy but hot. Brandy didn''t get to enjoy the sight. The rolling mass of fur and limbs around her suddenly coordinated to turn on her, hands squeezing and lips kissing her. Fangs nipped at Brandy''s skin and ripped at buttons. Fuzzy ears flitted against her skin and tickled her flesh. Added to the already dizzying entrance, it was a lot to handle, and Brandy was thankful it was at least warm in this pile-on. Now, if the world could stop spinning, that''d be great. They''d more thrown themselves into the trap than walked into it. But at least they were here! Now she had to work out how to get out without bing a Noibat chew toy. She wouldn''t let a horde of women just worship her with little bites and excited, giggling tongues. She had a fight to win, and Trainer''s to impress! But. Well. She could take a moment to straighten her head. So maybe a few tactically necessary bites. It was no fun falling for a trap if you didn''t get at least a little scuffed up. 179 – No Sense of Danger 179 ¨C No Sense of Danger The problem with being buried neck-deep in a cart full of horny bat girls is... Actually, Brandy was struggling to find any problem with her situation. Their bites were certainly nippy, but every prickle of teeth just sent a shock through Brandy''s nerves to bounce off all the others already racing around her system. Every nip and tug on her curves from the enthusiastic fuzzydies seemed to eventually end up echoing in Brandy''s head, reverberating around and around with all the other little jolts of pleasure to make a dizzying whirlpool. It was quickly making it hard to think of anything except the next gasp of air and how to stuff one of them between her legs. Even better? Fuzzy bunny-like bat ears for her to y with while they tore at her clothes and kissed her skin. It''d take a willpower of pure steel to resist such fuzzy delights, and Brandy wasn''t that woman. She was actually the worst person in the world to resist fuzzy bunny ears, and she was petting those ears like she''d get a badge if she fondled every single one. Their Trainer stood out of the mass, smiling down at Brandy with her sharp fangs that bit into plump lips with a nice cherry red lipstick. The red tint on her sses wasn''t enough to hide her eyes from Brandy''s enhanced vision, and she could see that she wasn''t looking at Brandy. She wasn''t looking at anything; her eyes were closed, and she bobbed her head back and forth to look Brandy up and down. It was odd behavior. Maybe all the Noibat inheritance made her hearing much sharper? Brandy could see in the dark, but that didn''t mean everyone could. "Having fun?" she said, patting Brandy''s hair. "The name''s Victoria. I didn''t expect two guests today, but I''ve got Noi''s enough for everyone. Gals, Air Cutter her clothes off for me." Just because Brandy had fallen into her own personal heaven didn''t mean the fight was over. She felt the Noibats around her chirping in high-pitched whines that cut small tears into her shirt. She was saved from beingpletely stripped bare by a stream of colorfulsers that shed down the train cart and scythed along the walls of the mineshaft, raining glitter down among the Noibats, making them give out cute little huping sneezes. Two popped like soap bubbles, lessening the fuzzy pressure all around Brandy. Double Team. Some kind of duplication Move? It seems Victoria wasn''t dating a small horde of Noibat. However, there was definitely more than one, because they''d left one behind when they jumped onto this runaway mine cart. Finding the real ones would be a massive start to turning this around. "Calcine, Sparky?" "Pfffff." Sparky sat up and spat purple hair out of her mouth. "Loving the fuzzy thighs, but they molt, ugh." "I was just getting up," Calcine said, standing with a sneezing Noibat hanging off her. She gave her a squeeze, and the Noibat squeaked happily, draping herself over Calcine''s body and squeezing at her muscles. "They like strength. Probably why they tried to steal away Tansy''s Trainer. Saffira probably inherited." "Lucky bitch," Sparky said, rising up with finger sparking. "Don''t worry Brandy, I got this one. Just one shock and-" Sparky froze, her sparkling fingers inches from Victoria''s arm. She looked like she''d swallowed her own tongue. Brandy looked to see if a Noibat had hit her, but they were mainly still simpering over her and Calcine''s muscles. "Sparky?" "Brandy, we got a problem," Sparky swallowed. "I can''t zap her." Victoriaughed, her long ck hair bouncing against her pale skin. The Noibat clinging to her fell off, revealing her outfit, which was really something. A crisp white shirt with ruffles all along the cor and down the seams, a blue cravat hanging loose from her cor. That was cute, but she really made it pop with aced-up ck belt corset that all their eyes immediately went to. Her chest wasn''t massive, and her waist wasn''t wide, but she was making do with a slim body, and Victoria was absolutely killing it. A long ck skirt with golden edging helped pull off the look of a ssy but somewhat antiquated woman. When you added the fangs on top, you got a total vampire babe, which certainly fit with the bat theme. "I''m a good Trainer," Victoria said, "And this is a fight, don''t hold back." "I can''t though," Sparky groaned and then jumped when Calcine raised an eye to grab her, "No, you can''t either!" "Why not?" Calcine growled, "We can pin her down and win this easy." "No way, no way. She''s- um-" Sparky fidgeted her hands, then mbered up Calcine''s side to whisper in her ear. Calcine''s red eyes went wide in shock. "Oh, yeah, no, we can''t touch her," Calcine said. "Sorry, Brandy." "Because she''s a Vampire?" Brandy said, "I think you''re allowed to do anything you like to Vampires. They''re crazy horny." Victoria chuckled and grabbed a Noibat ear between finger and thumb. The bat girl arched her back so stiffly in excitement she formed a bow shape. "Supersonic the glitter fingers until she stops. Calcine, Sparky. I give you permission to fight me." "Oh, okay," Sparky said, raising a hand. "Um, yeah, so. I''m going to." "Sparky Electroweb her." Sparky waved her hand, firing a web that went nowhere near Victoria. She''d missed from a few inches away. Brandy had seen her sharpshoot coins out of the air. She wasn''t going to believe that. "Are you all confused? Is she tricking you?" "We just can''t fight her," Sparky said, "It''d be bad luck! She''s um- she''s, fuck I can''t just say it!. Come here so I can whisper it." Brandy leaned in, and Sparky pressed their foreheads together and looked guilty as sin as she whispered. "She''s blind." "Oh!" Brandy gulped. That exined the sses and closed eyes. "Yeah, that would be kind of mean." "I can hear you," Victoria said. "My hearing is excellent. I can fight you as well; don''t underestimate me." "Ah shit, I''m not saying you can''t fight," Sparky blushed. "But I can''t fight you! It''d be so embarrassing. I''d never hear the end of it. You''d get a reputation." That was the perfect moment for Morgan to drop out of the air into the minecart, feathers fluttering around her as she reformed from her ck feathery shadows and wrapped Victoria up in a big winged hug, ws digging into her side. Victoria moaned in a high-pitched squeal that still somehow sounded fucking ssy as hell. Were there ssy orgasms? Victoria sounded like she was on the cusp of several if there was. "Morgan, you can''t fight her. She''s blind!" Sparky squeaked. "What the fuck!" Morgan dug her ws in even deeper, licking along Victoria''s neck. Victoria dropped her head into the crook of Morgan''s shoulder, mushing her cheeks into the feathers there as she made more delicious mewling sounds. Her legs kicked under her skirt as she rubbed her legs together. Two of the Noibats tried to get at Morgan, but she had Victoria as a shield, and they weren''t about to just Air Cutter their own Trainer. "Blind girls deserve to cum too," Morgan said haughtily. "Don''t be such saps." The logic was inarguable there. Even if it did feel a little weird. Tansy''s howling sang from the lead cart, the deafening sound making Morgan pull her hat down over her ears. Victoria seemed even less happy, shaking her head as she gathered her senses. "Air cutter the Rockruff!" Victoria said, "Goodness, it''s been lovely, you girls, but I can''t fight on two fronts. Noi, let''s have a Supersonic." Sparky reached out to shock her finally, but she didn''t reach before the Noibat piled around the cart, opened their mouth, and belted out a ringing noise thatpletely shattered all thought. It wasn''t an audible sound. You felt it rattling around in your head instead. Shaking all your thoughts up and making your body quiver like a leaf, Brandy tried to grab something, ended up with a handful of boob, and then stumbled into a kiss. She couldn''t tell with whom, just that it was warm and sweet, their body hot to her touch. Calcine it had to be, or was it a charged-up Sparky? Brandy tried to look, but the noise was so loud it made her vision wobble, and she couldn''t see anything but colored smears. Wait. Shit. Victoria had a move that took advantage of her being used to being unable to see! Worse, the Supersonic wail seemed to just eat up any words they spoke, and they came out muffled like they were deep underwater. All Brandy had to reliablymunicate by was touch. That wasn''t going to be much use. But it was all she had, so Brandy got to groping. She had a battle to win, and if she had tomunicate through butt pats and kisses, she damn well would. 180 – I Don’t See What You Did There (18+) 180 ¨C I Don¡¯t See What You Did There (18+) Trainers could fight in so many different ways. Pillow Trainers specialized in being exceptional at fucking and aimed to get a Pok¨¦mon down on the mattress as fast as possible. Ciaran Beltran was a famous Ghost Ace who was hopeless at fighting but let her Pok¨¦mon possess her to help her fuck with the best of Pok¨¦mon and Human talent. She''d won Tournaments and humbled even the strongest of Trainers with her skill; a truly spooky and excitingdy. Binding Trainers loved to tie their opponents up so they could take them at their own pace. Velvet and Trinket were probably experts at that before they had settled down, and the little Brandy had learned from them still seemed like it''d be really useful. She''d remembered watching some sanitized Binding Ball trick videos when she was younger without really understanding how it could all be used for devious intent. She really should have paid more attention. Bond Trainers weren''t good at fighting or fucking, but they had a rediculously powerful bond with the Pok¨¦mon they did have. They often had very small teams, just one or two Pok¨¦mon, but they worked together so well they could punch well above their numbers. It was an intense specialization, where you had to bear your heart entirely, usually favored by someone with a powerful Pok¨¦mon like a Gardevoir or Kommo-o. Maple was a Trainer who aimed to excel in everything and be a Perfect Trainer. A Trainer able to fight as good as they fucked, and have a strong bond with her Pok¨¦mon on top. It was a path that was hard as hell to actually pull off. Rtionships, sex, and fighting weren''t simple things to master. Mastering all of them might make you the next Red or just make you someone who wasn''t very good at anything. Brandy was a little Maple, but she was finding her real talenty in her more reactive fighting style, which didn''t have a good name yet. It was all about taking whatever her opponent threw at her and trying to find a way to turn it to her advantage. Understand the needs of her opponent and get them to want Brandy to satisfy them. So what did Victoria and her Noibats want? Victoria seemed to be a Gimmick Trainer. One who''d found a particrly potent Movebination that they forced you to deal with if you wanted any chance of winning. The Noibat''s unified Supersonic screeches made hearing impossible and were doing something to Brandy''s eyes that made her vision blurry. Brandy knew her eyes were jelly inside, like a Solosis, so maybe the vibrations made the jelly wobble? The important thing was she was blind and deaf. While Victoria couldn''t see, Brandy would have bet herst Pok¨¦-dor that her Noibat inheritance meant she could hear so well it wouldn''t even matter. The screeching made Brandy and her teamplete sitting ducks. She had to find a way to counter if she wanted to try to turn this around. The first thing was to work out her surroundings before Noibatspletely swarmed her. She''dnded in the minecart at the back with Sparky and Calcine, Victoria, and a few Noibats already inside it. Her Noibats had Double Team, which let them make copies of themselves that popped if they were put under any real pressure, so it was a pretty darn crowded cart. She could feel a few different warm bodies rubbing against her as she sat up. The wind blowing through her hair from the mine carts as they trundled along the tracks was enough to let her know the direction they were moving. She reached out to put her hand on the wall of the minecart that headed forward and got a handful of soft fur. That could have been Sparky or a Noibat, so Brandy ran her hand over it and felt what it was attached to bend. A Noibat ear? There was an easier way to check. Brandy squeezed the fuzzy chest offered to her and found a small handful there. Well, that was a Noibat because her Sparky was absolutely stacked. Brandy understood the bat woman''s struggles and did her best to fondle them properly. She leaned in to give the ear a yful bite and felt it flutter between her teeth. Something iled against her chest as the vibrations of what might be a giggle or a moan made the ear tremble. A little more pressure and the ear and body iling against her popped like a soap bubble. It''d been a Double Team clone, and its sudden absence dropped Brandy face-first into somebody''sp. She grabbed their sides for support but didn''t need to feel that firm side to know it was Calcine. Brandy knew Calcine''s dick when she was nted face-first into it, that delightful blend of firmness with a hint of softness. She nuzzled it and kissed it through Calcine''s gym shorts, letting her know she had a friend in herp. Calcine grabbed her hair and pushed her down against the bulge, running it along Brandy''s cheek as her hot fingers massaged Brandy''s scalp. Darn, okay, maybe that had been a little too friendly. Brandy felt the cart shake, and a heavy impact mmed into her back. She was knocked further into Calcine''sp, which wasn''t the worst ce to end up at all, with a pair of powerful hands rubbing at her back and curling up her shirt. A tip-tap of hot fingertips on her back teased out some fire within her. Brandy tried to go for a lick, but another cart shake meant she poked an eye on something instead, and her cussing was lost in the chittering screeches. Brandy couldn''t believe she was thinking this, but there was no time for blowjobs. She had to get Calcine to recognise her, so instead of going for that Carkol dick, Brandy shoved her face into Calcine''s stomach and rolled her face around those firm abs, stopping for a kiss and then repeating, trying to press her intentions onto Calcine''s body physically. Circle and kiss. Circle and kiss. It took a few cycles, but eventually, her intention seemed to bleed through. Calcine grabbed her tight and twisted in ce, spinning them both as she fired up a Rapid Spin. There were too many people in this cart, and a few bumping body ms from them both rolling about soon began to clear it out as the people with their senses still left mbered to escape. Brandy felt her back press into a mass of feathers and reached out to grab, getting a handful of fuzzy felt. Morgan''s hat! Perfect. Calcine span her into Morgan''s winged arms, and Brandy got her thighs around her, squeezing her tight and dragging her into the spin. Morgan''s head angrily tapped her chest, but she calmed down when she realized she could just stick her face into Brandy''s chest. A pair of fangs bit in Brandy''s arm, making her tremble at the thrill of it. Calcine mmed all three of them into the wall of the cart, and they didn''t pop. That could be Sparky, or it could be a Noibat. Brandy''s hands were too full for a chest squeeze. She''d just have to hope they gave things away. She needed Morgan to give them some space, so she took a deep lungful of air, lifted Morgan''s hat, and blew it out over Morgan''s hair. It was so unfair; her vision was too blurry to see what Morgan had under that hat finally. Morgan snuffled her face into Brandy''s chest more, kissing along her breasts affectionately as Calcine''s spin wound down. Not being able to see the kissesing made them better somehow. Every press of her soft lips made Brandy''s skin tingle. Some kind of snow or dust was drifting down onto them, and every touch of that almost made her squirm. It couldn''t rain indoors, but whatever move it was, it made Brandy as sensitive as when Sparky got overeager with her shocks. She blew another lungful of air, tapping Morgan''s wings to get her attention. Brandy was pretty sure Morgan worked it out right away and just wanted some time thering kisses all over Brandy''s chest, but eventually, the Murkrow broke off her and pped her wings back, a pounding gust of wind mming into the cart and lifting people up, spilling their contents all over the ce. Brandy was thrown outpletely, Morgan''s winds buffeting her to cushion hernding, but it wasn''t needed as someone grabbed her arm and threw her right back into the cart. Or one of the carts anyway; the brief tumble through the air had been so fast and disorientating that Brandy really could havended anywhere. Shended on someone, crashing into them and bouncing off cart walls. Her head rattled as they mbered atop her. Their hands didn''t have ws, so it wasn''t Morgan, and Brandy could feel a lot of fabric against her skin, so it wasn''t any of the barely dressed Pok¨¦mon. A Trainer! Morgan must have thrown her at Victoria. This was perfect. Brandy reached up to grab her shoulders and pull her in for a kiss. If she could stop Vicotria from giving her Noibatmands, she might lose control of them enough to stop the Supersonic. Victoria was shocked for a moment, not kissing back, but as Brandy squeezed her shoulders and dragged a thigh over her leg, she melted and let her tonguee out. Brandy''s mouth was suddenly full of a tongue that took no prisoners,shing at hers and trying to overwhelm itpletely. It was dizzying, but Brandy had trained up some. She could kiss back, and she did, battling that tongue and trying to wrestle it down. She hadn''t expected Victoria to dive into this so aggressively. Was she so sure in her advantage she thought she could fuck Brandy senseless? That was the wrong way around, Victoria! A Joyce didn''t go down easily! Well. Okay. They did. But not like that. No talking made it hard to tease Victoria and work her up, but Brandy tried to make her feelings bleed through their connected bodies instead. ''I want you so bad.'' Brandy tried to tell her with every movement. With every squeeze and heavy lip bite, she could feel a little sweat on Victoria''s cheeks, some exertion from excitement. This was working! Victoria''s hands were busy pinning Brandy down, which meant Brandy had free hands. She ran them up and down Victoria''s body, searching for a button or zip. Wasn''t she wearing some kind of belt corset? Her hands couldn''t find theces. It must havee off as her hand brushed over hard muscle instead. Fuck, Victoria was fit as hell. That didn''t feel right. Noibat were thick, not muscly, and Victoria had looked rather slim? It reminded her more of Tansy and her incredible abs. Oh no. Brandy had a horrible idea. She knew what was happening here. Brandy leaned into the kiss and touched foreheads. It was a lovely kiss that should have had Victoria''s big red sses pressing into her face, making things a little tricky. There were no sses. This wasn''t Victoria. This was Tansy''s Trainer, Saffira. Brandy felt her hands being raised and pinned in ce, one hand getting around both her wrists and holding her still while the other went for her pants. Saffira was making the same mistake and thought Brandy was Victoria! She had the same n as well. Fuck Brandy until the Supersonic stopped. Well, Brandy was totally up for getting fucked senseless by a Trainer with rock-hard abs and, from her hands exploring, some gorgeous Calcine-level muscles, trim and fit enough to show strength but not so much it was unsightly. Brandy had a lot of types, and Saffira was one of them. But this was still pretty embarrassing! They were going to wear each other down without Victoria lifting a finger. That''s so sneaky! As a finger dabbled over Brandy''s pussy, she racked her brains at how she was going tomunicate to this person Brandy hadn''t ever met that Brandy wasn''t the Noibat Trainer that Saffira thought she was. There was really only one way. She had to hope Saffira had been paying enough attention to Victoria that she''d notice the differences between her and Brandy. Which meant she had to help this hunky trainer get a lot more hands-on and attentive to Brandy''s body. Yeah. That was an essential part of her n, and there was no time to think of one that didn''t require her to be half-ravaged by aplete hottie. She was taking this one for the team! 181 – A Bang and a Whimper (18+) 181 ¨C A Bang and a Whimper (18+) Brandy''s palms were sweaty, and that''s because there was just something different about sex with another human. Pok¨¦mon were so simple. All of them wanted to get into your pants. Even Mahi, the closest thing Brandy had to a nemesis, admitted she was only mad at Brandy for her wounded pride. When it came to humans, despite the teasing from her own Partners that they were all far hornier than any Pok¨¦mon, humans you could never tell. Brandy certainly couldn''t. She''d been somewhat embarrassingly dense about the girls in school and their attempts to date her. Brandy had ended up dating Cherry purely because Cherry was sweet and very, very direct. She''d scaled Mount Brandy and whispered in her ear that she wanted to date, which was the approach everyone should have taken. Much easier. Pinning her down and sucking her nipple, that was a close second on hints Brandy could take. She couldn''t see or hear Saffira. The Noibat''s Supersonic Move was still scrambling all their senses, but with just touch and body heat, Saffira made her intentions very clear. They were still both Trainers so this made it easier, fucking each other senseless was a normal part of the life they''d picked. Heck, she was going to do her first Tournament match soon, and while she''d at least know what her opponent looked like, that''s probably all she''d get before they went at each other. Brandy''s thighs wrapped around Saffira''s hips and held her close, letting Saffira''s finger explore her body and hopefully find the truth. She wasn''t Victoria, though Saffira really had little reason to think otherwise. Saffira didn''t know Brandy''s name. She had yet to see or hear Brandy. The best she could hope was that Tansy had quickly exined what had happened. Knowing Tansy, quick exnations were probably not the excitable pup''s forte. This encounter was about as anonymous as you could possibly get, and Brandy had to somehowmunicate through that wall of mystery that she wasn''t Victoria. It''d be ridiculous if it weren''t so thrilling. Saffira was a pretty eager lover and really not sparing Brandy her tongue our squeezes with her powerful hands. Victoria was missing out! Brandy tried to work out Saffira''s height as she pressed her face into Brandy''s chest and slid a hand up Brandy''s back. Saffira had found one of the holes the Noibat had Air Cuttered into her shirt and wasted no time massaging her fingers along Brandy''s spine. She was shorter than Brandy, maybe a head shorter? It was hard not to think of her as a less hairy Tansy, but they seemed about the same height, and she''d certainly inherited Tansy''s incredible abs. Her hair was shaggy but clean and rather soft to the touch. It''d be fun to tussle, but Brandy''s hands needed to explore more. Her ass was firm, not firm like a well-toned human but firm like Calcine''s incredibly firm ass. It made sense a Rock Ace was all gloriously firm muscle. If this was what Brandy stood to inherit from Calcine, she wouldn''tin at all. She gave Saffira''s ass a squeeze, and the girl''s mouthtched on to her neck. The girl''s hands were roaming, and Brandy was finding it more challenging to think as they pawed at each other. Surely Saffira must have noticed some differences. Her fingers had run along Brandy''s stomach, got a squeeze of her chest, and her head fit nicely under Brandy''s chin. She didn''t have a long dress on like Victoria. All the clues were there! Saffira''s fingers were pressing between her thighs, and Brandy had no choice but to respond in kind. It was only polite. She didn''t need to see Saffira to know she was worked up, her breath hot on Brandy''s skin, her tongue flicking over Brandy''s neck,pping away happily, and her fingers probing Brandy''s pussy lips. Strangely hesitant, as if waiting for permission. Fuck it felt good! A warm body cradled up to Brandy''s body was so lovely, and being touched like this felt great. If she couldn''t see any of it, well, that didn''t matter. Just that connection of two bodies was enough to get Brandy''s heart beating madly. So why was she asking for permission? She had to know she was tangled up with someone who wasn''t Victoria. But if she knew, why was she continuing? It''s possible Saffira was just horny, but that didn''t feel right, so what was the n here? Fucking each other senseless just made them tired. Brandy tried to push past the feeling of Saffira''s lips, the lines of wet saliva she''d drawn across her body, and the firmness of her body. She grasped around Saffira''s hand,cing their fingers together and gently inviting her in as she tried to see what this got either of them except an orgasm or two. Brandy gasped as Saffira pressed her fingers home, curling into her, and the Noibat''s Supersonic faded just enough for a voice to prate through. "So warm," said a husky voice that had to be Saffira as her finger found its way inside. "Got to be a Fire Ace." Brandy blushed as the Supersonic reasserted itself and blurred out her response. What a voice, gravelly enough to grab Brandy and make her want to show how hot she could burn. Brandy wasn''t a Fire Ace, but she could understand the confusion. She''d always been warm, thanks to her Pok¨¦-mom inheritance. Come winter, the girls at school had loved to crowd around her in the snowy weather. Though again, maybe that was a hint Brandy simply hadn''t gotten. Cherry had insisted Brandy open her coat so she could share it, and that was a hint big enough to work on Brandy. Still, that brief break in the Supersonic, just as she moaned? Her Partners had to be struggling out there with the Noibats, or maybe Victoria herself, so it was doubtful they''d broken through. Saffira did have a n, and it involved putting on a show. Brandy and Saffira couldn''t see anything, but the Noibats could, and they were getting an eyeful. Or was it an earful? Victoria couldn''t see, but maybe she liked Noibat because their fuzzy bunny ears were good at hearing. Well, now she just had to coax noises out of Saffira. Brandy let her free hand drop, trailing across the top of Saffira''s legs and her toned ass, sliding across her hip until she was able to get her fingers in ce. Saffira had already started finger fucking Brandy, gently sliding her fingers into Brandy and feeling her out, seeing what made her tremble. Brandy was bolder; she''d practiced with Maple and Velvet and knew she could do this well. Brandy''s fingers pushed past Saffira''s folds. They were greeted by a sudden tension as Saffira pressed her forehead into Brandy''s neck, her breath hot against the top of Brandy''s breasts. If that wasn''t a moan, it was at least a whine! She could do better. Brandy pulled back her hips so Saffira''s fingers nearly slid out of her and then thrust forward and drove her fingers back. They snagged and tangled inside of her, awkwardly flitting to try to straighten out as Saffira''s knuckles dragged over the sensitive flesh. The hard pressure made Brandy''s head fizzle, and she let it out through her voice, her throat vibrating as she just moaned thick enough to make a pornstar blush. "Shit, calm down girl!" Brandy heard as the Supersonic failed again. "You''re crazier than Nova." "First time with a Joyce?" Brandy grinned and used her chest to push Saffira''s head back so she could dive down for a kiss, her tongueshing out to try to steal her breath away. She felt Saffira''s body rx, her shoulders sinking into Brandy''s and her hips bucking as her thighs clenched around Brandy''s hand, and it was a rush to have a woman melt into her. Brandy felt like she could have fought Arceus and won at that moment. Saffira kissed her back, the Noibats'' Supersonic fading enough that Brandy could hear the wet noises of their lips sliding across each other and their tongues dancing in the space between. Close, very close. The Noibats were cheering them on, squeaking their encouragement, and Brandy could feel the tension build between them. Her fingers were driving deeper into Saffira, and despite the bucking of Saffira''s hips, she didn''t go any faster. Slow but firm was what Maple loved, and it seemed she wasn''t the only one. She could feel Saffira''s grip tighten on her in response. The tremble of her body, her legs trembling, and her voice lost in their kiss. Brandy''s vision cleared, and she found herself staring into some absolutely gorgeous blue eyes, her own red reflected in them as they finally got their first look at each other. Saffira''s dark brown skin was slick with sweat already. Brandy wanted to squeeze those well-toned arms and feel the muscle just underneath. Saffira''s chest wasn''t much bigger than Brandy''s, but the rise and fall of it was hypnotic, and the curl of ck hair that bobbed down between her eyes was so cute. "You''re a giant," Saffira said as she pulled out the kiss, "I fucked a giant. Cool." "Half-fucked, we''re not finished." Brandy said, "I''m going to make you cum so hard after this. Shall we turn the table?" "Right!" Saffira cleared her throat. "Tansy! Howl it up for me! Drown them out!" Brandy heard Tansy begin a deep, wolf-like howl. The Noibat, peeking over the mine cart''s edge at the pair of them, began chittering madly as they realized they''d stopped their Supersonic to leer at the Trainers, trying to build up the high pitched wail again. "Morgan, use Gust and steal their air; don''t let them scream! Sparky Electroweb mouths. Calcine, we''re here. Come to us." They could use some protection for when Victoria decides to change tact. They still could choose to swarm them. A defender would be good. "Let''s stop these train carts. Tansy, get ready to Rock Tomb us to safety. Nova, use your Explosion!" "Uhhhhhhhhh..." Brandy faltered for words on that one. Explosion was one of those Moves you were warned about in college. Several times. Did Saffira not go to college? There was a rushing intake of air, and then all sound blew out once again for the briefest moment, a deafening fiery roar rushing in to fill the silence as the train cart lurched on its tracks, Saffira gripping Brandy tight and cackling as they were tipped up into the air. Saffira wasn''t just hot. She was hot and crazy. Sparky was going to be so jealous. 182 – Picking Up the Pieces 182 ¨C Picking Up the Pieces Landing on rock was softer than it should have been, Tansy had formed a slide for them to hit the ground with, and Saffira had twisted in to take the blow of hitting it. Very chivalrous, but it still left Brandy gasping. Being blown up was weirdly exhausting; the thump of pressure that rolled over your body and left it feeling like jelly, andnding on top of a hotdy wasn''t worth that price. There were more fun ways to get turned to jelly. "Is everyone okay?" Brandy groaned, trying to lift her head to look about. "I lost my feeling in everything." "They''re good," Saffira said with a squeeze around Brandy''s side. "You feel very soft if it helps. Explosion''s a kickass disabling Move, but it wears off. Just give it a second." Brandy hoped it did. The best she could do was flop against Saffira as she tried to get a look about, the fit woman cooing under her as their bodies rubbed together. Fuck, things were a mess. Blue and red stone surrounded a massive ball of blue fire in the middle of the tracks, softly roaring as it seemed to pulse and pick up shards of blue and red rock around it. It hurt to look at, so Brandy didn''t and took in the damage instead. The minecarts hade right off the tracks and spread about everywhere, three suspended on rock spires that Tansy or Calcine must have summoned. A Noibat wasid atop one. Her wings syed down the sides of it as she groaned. Sparky and Morgan had ended up in a heap together, Sparky''s butt stuck up in the air as shey face down in one of Morgan''s outstretched wings. Somehow, Morgan''s hat had stayed on as shey spreadeagled out on the floor, twitching as she tried to move. "Hey, Sparky," Morgan groaned. "Guess why she''s called Nova." "Tell me. I''ll Nova guess it right." Sparky snorted into her feathers. "If I could move, I''d p you." "But you can''t!" Sparky wiggled her butt in the air. "Hah. You''ve no-vay of stopping me. Get it? No-vay." "Calcine, are you about? p this Bug for me, please." "Busy," Calcine called out, lying atop two Noibat slowly sinking into the rock. She smiled when Brandy looked her way and tipped her head. One Noibat popped like a soap bubble while the other huffed. Calcine leaned to give her chest a squeeze and make her titter. "They''re behaving. Don''t know how you stopped the scream, but it worked." Saffira was wriggling under Brandy, trying to lift herself up to look. "Holy shit, is that a Carkol?" "Yeah, that''s Calcine. She''s one of my Partners." "You''re dating a Carkol! I''m so fucking jealous. They''re so cool." Brandy felt a little swell of pride in her chest. "She''s very cool. You''ve no idea how awesome she is. Whatever you''re imagining, double it." "You hear this, Sparky?" Morgan groaned again. "We get no love." "Should rebel." Sparky nodded, "No fighting until we get kisses andpliments." "I''ll kiss her for you both." Saffira''s voice was a throaty rumble, and it made Brandy tingle. It was a voice that reached inside of you and gave your heart a yful squeeze. Brandy didn''t know she was even into this deep husk. Maybe she could try to get Calcine to drop her voiceter. Saffira had enough motion to move, slowly crawling out from under Brandy. "After we beat Victoria. I got my whole Team with me now." Well, that''s not entirely true. Nova was technically here, but Explosion left you a fiery ball of pain until you put yourself back together. It was the sort of Move you busted out when you needed to put everyone on their ass and get a moment to think. There were so many warnings about using it in her Trainer lessons because Nova would take longer to put herself together than everyone else. Still, Brandy had to admit it had been a good use of it here. They had a numbers advantage, and Rock Types recovered quicker, so it might be a good signature move once Saffira had a bigger team. No wonder she was hunting for new Rock Pok¨¦mon. Brandy hadn''t formed any big special moves for the Team yet, she should get on that. If she was lucky, she could try one out here. Calcine was busy, so she looked at Morgan and Sparky for inspiration. They both pulled faces at her. "First time with a Joyce?" Sparky mimicked, "Thinks she''s hot stuff just because she''s pretty, tall, talented, smart-" "Creative." Morgan added, "With a nice ass." "Great ass, it''s reallye along. Those perfect thighs ... where was I going with this?" "My other two partners are pests. But I love them too." Brandy felt some feelinge back to her own limbs. It''d been like she''d fallen asleep on them, and now they had the worst kind of pins and needles. Explosion was really not a sexy Move, unless watching your partner turn into a giant ball of fire turned you on. "Do you have your whole Team, though? Where''s Tansy? Where''s Victoria?" "Great question. Roll over," Saffira said, giving Brandy a nudge to get off her. Brandy obliged, rolling off Saffira and flopping onto her back. Saffira went right in for a massage on Brandy''s limbs, and the warmth from her palms made Brandy shiver with delight. "Nova''s Explosion would have hit them too unless she snatched her off the cart?" It didn''t feel right. Victoria''s Noibats had been using Supersonic altogether to disable them. Now they were keeping quiet? Some hijinks were up, so Brandy consulted the expert. "Morgan? How did she sneak away?" Morgan had pulled herself to a sitting position, patting the Bug in herp. Sparky was arching her back like a cat as Morgan petted her, looking so pleased with herself at the attention. "Advice from me? While I''m bereft of kisses orpliments." "I''ll kiss you sillyter," Brandy said, punctuating it with a kissy face at Morgan. "I''m asking you because you''re the sneakiest bird I know." "I don''t ept kissing credit, so you get half an answer. She''s just using her Noibat''s Moves. She''s quite talented at it." The Supersonic had been a bitch to deal with, but this wasn''t that. Brandy could still see and hear. Double Team let her swarm them with Noibat clones, but it wouldn''t be very helpful here, and the Air Cutter was mainly for, well, cutting. What''d that leave? It''d been a hot minute, but Brandy remembered how Elizabeth had ambushed them with Roost. She turned her gaze to the ceiling. "She''s hiding up there?" "With Tansy, mhm." Morgan said, dropping Sparky off herp and standing up. "Probably trying to fuck a Rockruff silly in her little Roost hidden pocket before she drops in on us." Invisibility, bat clones, and a Supersonic Move that made seeing and hearing impossible. Victoria''s Team was set up to be a nightmare to fight directly so she could overwhelm you with the fragile Double Team clones once you were helpless. Victoria could pick off the Pok¨¦mon one by one at her leisure. That was Dragon-like behavior, wanting to control the fightpletely from start to finish. If she was like that while having sex, then Brandy had to be careful. She wasn''t even going to pretend that wouldn''t work on her. She enjoyed fulfilling people''s needs too much to resist. But that part of her was Fairy behavior, and Dragons were really weak to that. A Dragon''s domineering attitude faltered when they found someone who could please them back while taking it hard. Speaking of Sparky, she could be useful right now. "Good eyes gang time," Brandy said as she wobbled to her feet. "Can you spot her Roost hidey hole?" "The giant fireball that is Saffira''s girlfriend makes it hard to see anything," Sparky grumbled, shading her eyes with a hand. "Better vision doesn''t like bright lights." "Nova is a firecracker," Saffira grinned, staring at the blue me the stones and gems were sinking into. "She''ll put herself together in a min and stop blinding you all with how awesome she is. At least she''s casting strong shadows?" An interesting idea. Did Roost''s camouge hide the shadows it cast? Pok¨¦mon Moves were incredibly powerful. They didn''t really have to make any sense. "Sparky, need to spot the difference. Come shade yourself on my side." Brandy said, beckoning her over. Sparky danced lightly to nuzzle up to her side. "If she''s cloaking, it''ll look different for us both." "You''re so much shadier these days," Sparky nudged her head into the side of Brandy''s breast. "Love it. Okay, you point at shadows. I''ll follow your finger." Morgan and Saffira busied themselves, taking care of the stunned Noibats that Calcine hadn''t handled as Brandy traced the shadows on the ceiling. She stuck to the bigger pieces, which meant it didn''t take long to find a lumpy outcrop whose shadows didn''t quite match up to what they were both seeing. "Web her up?" Brandy shrugged. Just because it was obvious didn''t mean it wasn''t the right move. "Of course!" Sparky said,shing her hands forward and sending out twin lines of electrified webs. She stuck them on either side of the suspicious lump, twisted one web line in her fingers, and pulled it around the other, raveling up the webs and causing it to snap tight over the outcrop. The Roost illusion popped to reveal two Noibat with outstretched wings that were undting as something inside them pounded away, a gorgeous ck ponytail bobbing over the edge, the little bell sping the end of it tinkling away now that Roost''s camouge had gone. The Noibats had made a ceiling hammock with their wings for Victoria to fuck in. That was an adorable dedication to their Trainer. Wasn''t going to stop Brandy fucking it up. "Morgan! Astonish, please convince her to get down here." Morgan burst into a swarm of ck feathers and flowed up through the gap of the Noibat''s wings. The wings bulged down as the extra weight of it hit her. Brandy waited a moment. Then, she sighed when she heard kissing noises. She really should have been specific. "Can you climb up there, Sparky? Bug Bite them all until theye down." "Bug bite until they alle, understood!" Sparky saluted and scrambled agilely up her webs. She was a fast creature when she wanted to be. The wings bulged further, and a few excited moans rang out, but the Noibat held fast, even if they were sweating buckets. Brandy huffed in frustration and felt a pat on the arm. Saffira had cozied up beside her and was watching the show. "They''ll lose their grip in a minute. It''s a good n. Your team looks like a handful to manage though." "You have no idea," Brandy snorted. "None at all." 183 – Can’t See A Reason to Quit 183 ¨C Can¡¯t See A Reason to Quit "Web her as soon as she drops," Brandy yelled up to Sparky as shey nestled in the Noibat''s wings. The moans from her Bug Bites were utterly indiscriminate. She definitely heard Morgan a few times. At least she was hitting Victoria now and then. Brandy turned to see Calcine dusting off her hands over two Noibat, "Calcine, you good?" "Yeah," Calcine said, standing up from the Noibat, whose wrists were now sunk deep in the rocks. "That''ll hold for a while." "At least fuck us!" one of the Noibat whined, struggling futilely to get free. "We''re so good at it, you''re missing out." Saffira tried to casually slide past Brandy to get a look at Calcine, but she oversold the casual slide so much it drew the eye right in. "Hey, good looking, you''re a special one, aren''t you?" Brandy rolled her eyes, trust the Rock ace to make a beeline for Calcine. Still, Saffira had an enthusiastic earnestness that made it hard to be mad. She''d put three fingers in Brandy only a few minutes ago. That earned you a lot of leeway to act up. Besides, seeing Calcine tease someone else for a change was fun. "Special?" Calcine asked, giving her a curious look. She puffed her chest up to show off her stomach, which got an approving coo from Saffira. "What makes you think that?" "I could feel it," Saffira said, licking her lips. "In the way your aura resonates. You''re not an ordinary Pok¨¦mon. You''re something more. The world doesn''t move like it used to when I look at you. Everything is better now." "Aura, huh," Calcine said with an amused smile. "How can I be sure you''re not just reading into things that aren''t there?" "You don''t believe me?" Saffira asked, stepping in close and sliding her fingers across Calcine''s shoulders, down her arms, and back up again. "I''m a Rock Ace. Honest to a fault. I would never lie. Want me to convince you that you''re special? I''m very persuasive." Calcine''s smile broadened. She put a hand on Saffira''s cheek and tipped her head up. Saffira leaned in immediately, a hand sliding down Calcine''s back, the other wrapping around her head to pull her in tight. Calcine bonked their heads together with a rather amusingly loud ''clonk.'' "Focus on the fight." "Oof," Brandy whistled. "She''s got the hots for you Calcine. Imagine what Saffira would be like if she knew you had a Fire Badge." "She has a WHAT?" Saffira said, jumping out of Calcine''s grip in sheer shock. "How? When? What? You can do that?" This was the perfect time for the Noibat''s wings to grow so tired they finally dropped to the ground with a thump. Sparky swung free with a cackle. Morgan barely caught herself with a p of her wings,nded on top of a Noibat, and cuddled up to it. She squeaked in surprise, but Morgan just pulled her under her hat and started kissing her senseless. An excellent way to shut her up. Brandy couldn''t fault the technique. Victoria almost smacked into the ground before Sparky''s web looped around her ankles and pulled taught, suspending her upside down from the ceiling. She caught her rose-tinted sses before they fell off, but a lot of her dress bunched up down her body, that corseted belt saving her from getting buried by her own clothes. Surprisingly practical! Tansy twisted in the air andnded gracefully on all floors, rubbing red lipstick off her face. "I caught her, Saffira!" "She was fucking you senseless," Saffira smiled, "I think she''d caught you." "No way, when a nicedy is between my thighs, I have caught her for sure." Tansy panted, tugging at her cor of white ribbons. "I''d have worn her down. I was just getting my pace up." "Mhm," Saffira smiled, pulling Tansy into a hug. "Thank you for trying. I always appreciate it." Tansy''s chunky light grey tail literally wagged at the praise. Still, if they wanted the truth, the other side of the story was right there. "Looks like we got you, Victoria," Brandy said, going over to the strung-up Trainer. They were almost eye level with how she hung, Victoria''s long ck hair draping down until it almost touched the bottom, the bell on her ponytail ringing as she swung. "You''re a tall one, Brioche, Panacetta. Can you hum for me? I want a good look at her." She didn''t even bother trying to struggle against the webs around her ankles or have the grace to look ashamed at being caught. It was as if she expected this to happen and had resigned herself to a moment''s inconvenience. The two Noibats Morgan was fawning over clucked their tongues, chittering in a warbling tone that rose until Brandy couldn''t hear it anymore. Victoria didn''t actually look at her. Her eyes behind those red-tinted sses were fixed forward, but she rolled her head gently as if looking Brandy up and down anyway. "Tall and beautiful. I like the spiky hair, it''s got a real energy to it." "Thanks," Brandy smiled. "You look good too. You''re using your Noibat humming to see?" "I inherited the ability to see their sonic pings and love them to death for it," Victoria said, her arms hanging loose as she gently swung upside down. "So, do you want to surrender to me now?" "Not likely," Brandy snorted. "You''re at our mercy. Right, Saffira?" "Her Carkol has a gym badge!" Saffira gasped in one breath, waving at Calcine. Oh, she was still on that. "I don''t think that''s the thing." Victoria said, "Gym badges are over-rated anyway. Why get Gym Badges when you could be getting more partners?" "Oh, we are going to do such things to thisdy," Saffira said as she nuzzled Tansy''s head with her chin, the Rockruff rubbing herself affectionately over her Trainer. Saffira was pawing at Tansy''s abs; honestly, Brandy didn''t me her. She''d have gotten in there, too, if they were to hand. "Jumping me out of the blue, chasing me halfway through the mines with your little swarm of bat girlfriends. You got me and my girls all worked up. Nova''s going to split you in two." "Exciting," Victoria smirked. "But you really think you got all my Noibats?" Calcine whispered something to Tansy, and then they both clicked their fingers. Two rock walls shot up, blocking off the corridor they were in. "... you''re going to have to leave eventually." Victoria huffed. "That''s a pretty smart y though. I''ll give you that." "Mhm," Brandy nodded. "Face it, you''ve lost." "If you say so," Victoria said, her hands running along her dress to smooth it out and finding Sparky''s head, the Joltik having mbered down the web to check the binding on her ankles. "Oh, you''re the bitey one? I''m going to-" "Sparky Bug Bite her." Brandy said. "Hard." Victoria''s ecstatic squeal as Sparky bit her hand was very satisfying. "You know," Calcine said as Sparky kept chewing on Victoria''s fingers, every little nip drawing out a throaty moan. Brandy''s Pok¨¦-mom could never hear it, but Bug Bite was awesome. "This was crazy, but it worked out pretty well. Sparky''s really good at sealing the deal." "I''m a treasure," Sparky cackled as she nipped at Victoria''s fingers. Morgan had the two clicking Noibat in herp and was watching them all, still catching her breath. She''d been on her wings a lot for that fight. She''d earned a bit of a rest. "You can''t keep me here forever." Victoria gasped, her face turning redder and redder, and it wasn''t just because of the blood rushing to her head. "Holy shit, she can''t admit she lost." Saffiraughed. "Tansy you want to Crunch her? Or shall we wait for Nova?" The ball of blue fire was almost back in the shape of a woman, rocks closing around it and forming up. But Tansy bounded forward and reached up to grab Victoria, the web stretching as Tansy pulled her down to her height. "You ever been Crunched?" Tansy teased as she gave Victoria a lick on the cheek, the woman''s whole body shivering as Tansy''s tongue ran across her. "I promise you''ll like it." "I''ve been nibbled before," Victoria said, her voice strained as she struggled to hold onto somest bit ofposure. "I got a Bug chewing on me right now." "Oh, this isn''t a chew or even a chomp." Tansy grinned. "This is Crunch. Ca-ruh-nch," she spelled it out, hammering every word. Brandy wasn''t sure if the sound of Tansy''s teeth grinding together or Sparky''s relentless nips did it, but Victoria''s cheeks were coloring in with a rosy blush. "You''re getting the idea now," Tansy grinned, her teeth glowing with a fiery red light. "Crunch!" She bit the air, and a ck shadow billowed out of her mouth. The same shade as Morgan''s Dark w attacks, it flowed out. It swept over Victoria, red teeth scything out of the ck, inky cloud to bite down across Victoria''s midriff. "Fuck, oh fuck," Victoria cursed as her legs spasmed, her body tensing up as Tansy''s spectral bite ran through her. She gasped and moaned. Her arms trembled, and her fingers spasmed. She kicked her legs out, her dress billowing as something thundered through her that made Bug Bite look like love taps. "Showing me up!" Sparky huffed, "Rock Types, you''re all so mean to me." Tansy ruffled Sparky''s hair and licked her face too. "You taste like fun." "Squeeze me harder, and we''ll call it even." "I can do that!" Tansy plucked Sparky off Victoria and then crushed her in a hug that had Sparky wheezing happily. Nova had put herself back together, and the red gem-infuseddy with blue skin was bouncing about, punching the air and dancing in victory. Saffira chased her around to try to hug her and kiss her until she stopped. Without much sess. Brandy was d she wasn''t the only one with an unruly team. It made her feel good about her choices. "So what do you think, Victoria?" Brandy said, looking up and down the still panting Trainer. Her head hung loose, her tongue licking her lips as she burbled madly, trying to form words and just failing as the aftershocks of Tansy''s Crunch bounced around inside her. "Had enough yet? Maybe you want a break, a bit of a cool down, and something to help take the edge off?" "Oh, yes, yes, please," Victoria panted. So Brandy kissed her. Upside-down kisses were weird, but she''d had a little practice with Elizabeth the Noibat, and it wasn''t like she had to work that hard. Victoria was like a grenade with a loose pin. The slightest touch was enough to set her off. Brandy just had to hold her, stroke her hair and neck, and let her shuddering moans roll across her lips. Victoria might not be a very good loser, but she was a great kisser. Having all the Noibat partners helped with that. They must have needed a lot of kisses to keep them in line. Victoria drank it all up like a cool ss of water; a bit of intimacy that didn''t leave her with a phantom orgasm crashing through her was just the medicine she needed. "Thank you," Victoria breathed as Brandy released her from the kiss. She licked her lips, the tip of her tongue grazing the underside of her sses. "You got a slightly spicy kick to your lips. Are you aiming to be a Fire Ace?" "Fire Type Mom, I''m a Rainbow Trainer right now. Do you want toe down? You''ll get sick hanging upside-down like that." "I''m a Noibat Trainer, I''ve fucked in positions you can''t even imagine," Victoria smiled. "But yes, please, my legs are aching." "Morgan? Can you cut her down? A Feint Attack should do it." Morgan was a blur, her wing slicing through the web and then flicking through the air to scoop up Victoria and push her into Brandy''s arms. Her speed with Astonish and Feint Attack was a huge advantage Brandy didn''t use enough. She really needed some time with the team going over their Moves. Maybe before the Tournament, they could squeeze in a quick session to review everything. Winging it was fun, and Brandy didn''t mind not being at the peak of efficiency in a fight. Still, Victoria was being just annoying enough about admitting defeat to make her rethink that. It was stirring up apetitive spirit in Brandy''s heart that she''d let sleep since she''d stopped ying Volleyball. She wasn''t going to lose todies like this. They didn''t deserve to be smug. "You''re strong," Victoria purred in Brandy''s arms, "Strong and warm. I like you. You''re going to be a good snack for my girls." This fuckingdy! Insufferable. But hot. Which hardly seemed fair. "As if! Admit you lost!" Brandy huffed. "Morgan, tell her." "Brandy will destroy your pussy if you don''t admit it," Morgan said, "She''ll fuck you until you beg for her to stop. She won''t, though. She''ll keep fucking and fucking you until your body is warm jelly in her strong hands. Turrfield was so d when she left because her tongue had filled the Pok¨¦-center wards to bursting." "Murkrow are such liars." Victoria smirked. "Go on then. Make me Brandy. I don''t think you can." "Yeah, Brandy," Morgan grinned. "Prove I''m not a liar." Brandy kicked Morgan''s leg as she tightened her grip on Victoria. Morgan did this on purpose, but if this was what she had to do to make Victoria finally take the loss. Well, she could use the practice for the uing Tournament. Time to see if she could undress a woman using just her teeth and undo thempletely using her tongue. 184 – The Woman Who Broke the Bats (18+) 184 ¨C The Woman Who Broke the Bats (18+) Victoria''s reluctance to admit defeat raised a question no one had ever adequately answered. How did you decide a winner when two Trainers fought? With Shay, they''d agreed on the rules beforehand, but Victoria was a sudden, surprising battle out of nowhere, and she wasn''t going to make it easy and just concede. So, how did you end the battle? Pure stubbornness wasn''t something anyone wanted to reward after all. It''d be no fun if all the most powerful Trainers only got there because they refused to admit defeat. There''d been many attempts to make a point system or some kind of tap-out mechanic, but they were all kind ofme and pushed people to do things that just didn''t suit the mood. Breaking sex down into numbers was just a powerfully unsexy thing to do. In Tournaments, you usually had judges, and they''d call the fight when they felt one side had proven themselves superior. Part of the fun was that it was never clear what that would be until you saw it. Leaving ady a fucked stupid mess was usually a winner, but there''d be winners who''d gone far more creative routes. Tamarind had famously won a Tournament by proposing to her long-term rival, which was a one-time move. Hopefully. If you could touch your opponent''s heart or the hearts of the audience, then you were close to winning. It''s not a clear thing you could measure, but you usually know when you''ve done it. Brandy put her hands around Victoria''s waist. She was slim, not as tall as Brandy, but still tall enough she''d look down at most women. Or bat sense? It was clear Victoria had a trick to seeing with her Noibats and the sounds they made. Theces of her corset belt were an excellent ce to start, Brandy picking at them as Victoria leaned back against her shoulder. "Red," Victoria said confidently. "Your hair''s red." "I told you my Pok¨¦-mom was Fire Type. That''s an easy guess." "I think I deserve a little credit! I''m at a big disadvantage here." Victoria said with a fang-toothed smile. She wormed her hips to make it trickier for Brandy to take her belt off. Brandy squeezed her to get her to still, getting a rather satisfying gasp out of her, then got back too it. "You''re so warm. It can''t be all from your Parent. Your Carkol must have shared a little. Are your eyes also Red?" "They''re a gorgeous Red, and they sparkle some," Morgan said. She was sitting cross-legged opposite them, just watching with an amused smile. "She got that from our little bug. They''re made of tiny hexagons if you look really closely." "Sounds pretty," Victoria sighed as Brandy slipped her corset belt off. It was the lynchpin of her outfit. Brandy could rake her fingers along the shirt buttons to pop those open and peel it off Victoria while her thigh rubbed away her dress. Thecy ck underwear it left her in made Brandy blush because it contrasted beautifully with her pale white skin. Victoria wasn''t curvy, but she was still a knockout, and Brandy was happy to use her remarkable eyes to take in the view. "Leave her sses on," Morgan said. "I like them. The red lenses make you kind of match." "My girls love the sses. They found them in a shop and really fuss over me if I don''t wear them." Victoria said proudly, "Take them off if they get in the way of kissing. You don''t have to scratch your nose just to make your Murkrow happy." "This Murkrow''s got some lovely ws," Morgan smirked. "I''ll give you some scratches once Brandy''s done with you to even it out." Brandy took the hint and turned Victoria''s head so they could go in for a kiss. Now that she was worried about those sses, she tried to scoop in low, and it wasn''t the mostfortable of kisses. But Victoria showed she had no problem adjusting for her, hooking an arm over Brandy''s shoulder and pushing her body up to make the angle easier. The knots they''d tied themselves in were rediculous, but the kiss was still a lot better than it had any right to be, Victoria''s soft lips caressing Brandy''s own, her tongue poking in, trying to make a home. Her sharp fangs weren''t biting, just pricking Brandy''s lip and reminding her they were there. Brandy put some passion into it, pressing in as her tongue tussled away with the invader, giving them a little battle to im any space. Eventually, Victoria rxed into it and just let Brandy kiss her as thoroughly as she wanted to. When Brandy pulled back, Victoria''s face was a lovely pink. Brandy reached up and cupped her cheek, getting a giggle as her hand brushed her ear. They had a slight point to them like they were growing out. Would she eventually get bunny-like bat ears if she stuck with all the Noibat? A bunny-earned lover, now that''d be the dream. "Sensitive ears?" "I''ve got a small swarm of Noibat girlfriends. Ears are a big deal." Victoria tried to clear her throat to dispel the blush, but that''s not how it worked. Brandy could see it right there. She got her thumb and finger around the p of Victoria''s ear and gently kneaded her fingers together. Victoria squealed as her head rolled back, resting against Brandy''s shoulder again. "Oh, you really want this win, don''t you?" "Makes two of us," Brandy slid her other hand down Victoria''s stomach and dug her fingers into the seam of Victoria''s panties, slipping in to tease the flesh below. "This spot also sensitive?" "I was promised tongue," Victoria whined. "Where''s the tongue?" Brandy licked Victoria''s nose, which made her snort augh. "Hey! No taking advantage of a blind girl!" "Yeah Brandy," Morgan taking the side that caused the most chaos, of course. "Describe what you''re doing to her. She''s got those good ears." "I''m going to curl two fingers into you and just see where exploring takes me," Brandy whispered as she did just that. "And you are using your Noibats sounds to see somehow. You knew I was tall. You could tell my hair was spiky. You just didn''t know the color. Echolocation." "It''s more beautiful than that," Victoria said, a little breathless. Brandy could feel her clench around her fingers and gently rock her hips to meet them. She seemed plenty satisfied going without tongue for now. "It''s one of their Abilities. They sing out to the world, and everything responds with their own note. People without Noibat ears can''t hear any of it, but it is a stunning medley. Sometimes, we all hug in a big pile while they sing out and listen to the Mine song." "That sounds a little like my old flock calls," Morgan said, leaning forward to nt a kiss on the base of Victoria''s ear. That got a shudder and a moan, and Brandy used that vibration around her fingers to press just a tiny bit firmer and rub. Victoria shuddered all the harder for the effort. "I never really learned any good songs, but Harper would have us sing to keep us all coordinated if we were doing really wide sweeps. You could always tell who it was by the tune they picked." "It''s like the rustle of silk when rain sshes off it. You sound very sleek." Victoria said, and Morgan seemed to approve of that, crooning into Victoria''s ear as she kissed away at it. It freed Brandy up to concentrate better on the fingering, curling her fingers around Victoria''s pussy to explore the wet folds and figure out just where all her good spots were. It was a tricky job, especially as Victoria got louder with her moans and shakier with each touch. "So warm," Victoria mumbled. "You got soothing fingertips, Brandy." "I''m not trying to soothe," Brandy said, lowering her voice slightly to make it growl. "But you are," Victoria moaned. "I''m going to have the most rxing orgasm if you keep this up." Brandy would take that. Loosening Victoria up some would make it easier. Victoria had dropped a lot of her guard pretty early, but if Brandy wanted a proper confession that the fight was over, she would still have to earn it. The noise of all the fucking around them made the rxing mood a little hard to keep up when things got quiet. Saffira and the others were having some very energetic fun with the Noibats and each other. As fun as it''d be trying to work out what the heck was going on out there, Brandy tried to speak over it all with more questions so they could focus on each other and this moment. "How''d you end up with a Noibat swarm anyway? That many partners should be impossible to manage." "They are impossible," Victoria nodded, "But they dote on me terribly, which makes it easier. I got lost in here when I was younger. I was headstrong as a child, if you can believe it?" "You?" Brandy gasped. "Surely not. You seem so modest and polite." "Cheek," Victoria sighed softly. The ear kisses, and Brandy''s fingers had melted her muscles. If Brandy didn''t hold her up, she''d flow right out onto the ground and make a pretty puddle. "Noibat lives in darkness most of the time. A human girl who wasn''t even a little afraid of the dark fascinated them. They could barely leave me alone when I told them I always lived in darkness. They kept checking up on me, flying miles just to make sure I was okay. Total sweethearts." "I always live in darkness. That sounds so edgy," Morgan chuckled. "If I said that, I''d get made fun of." "No ruining my love story," Victoria chided. "Or I''ll tell them you were mean to me, and they''ll pluck all your feathers out." "I could take them," Morgan said, her teeth glowing with a little ck energy. "I''d just go for the ears." A dark-infused sneak attack was enough to send that jolt of pleasure through Victoria that broke her, her body twitching and shaking as her mouth went ck and a little bit of drool spilled out. "Ah, ah, hahh. Oooh, yes. Oh, fuck." Brandy dragged her fingers out and lifted them up. She wasn''t sure what to wipe them off on, but Morgan solved that by grabbing Brandy''s hand and licking it clean, Victoria squirming between them as she had to listen to the cleanup. "Look at her," Morgan teased. "She loves the sound so much, how''s she going to handle your noisy pussy eating?" "I''m not that bad," Brandy huffed. Pulling her fingers out of Morgan''s mouth so she could flick her face. "You''ve heard me do it once." "It was like she was trying to core a melon with her tongue," Morgan said, "If you like sex sounds, prepare for some you''ve never heard before." "I''m looking forward to it," Victoria sighed. "Now, get my panties off. I can''t take this tease anymore. I want you between my legs." "That sounds like she''s epted her loss to me," Morgan pinched Victoria''s cheeks. "Knew we''d win you around." "I''ll admit you didn''t lose," Victoria said, leaning back to look at Morgan. "Brandy lives up to your words. Maybe I''ll say you won." Brandy cricked her neck. Right then. It was going to be like that. What followed was some feral lovemaking that brought a grin to the Dark Type Bird''s lips. Victoria admitted Brandy won halfway through the onught. Brandy disagreed and kept going until Victoria couldn''t speak inplete sentences. It was one thing to admit defeat, but knowing it in your bones. That took some extra work. 185 – It’s a Kind of Magic (18+) 185 ¨C It¡¯s a Kind of Magic (18+) "Can you sprain a tongue?" Brandy mumbled as she massaged her jaw between her fingers. "I feel like I''ve licked Sparky''s fur until I went numb." Morgan looked at Brandy incredulously. She had Victoria cradled in a wing and had been enjoying a ratherzy handjob until Brandy piped up. Her eyes flicked between the blissed-out-looking Victoria and her own dick that Victoria''s fingers were stretched around. "I''m not above Foul y dumping all her tiredness into you." Brandy poked her tongue out at Morgan. She didn''t want to behave. She''d had Victoria writhing under her, cumming her brains out over and over. It''d warmed her cheeks and made her heart race, and now all that horniness had to go somewhere. She could find one of the others, but that''d involve getting up, and Morgan was right here. "Look," Brandy said, her words thick as she kept her tongue poked out. "Victoria''s pussy broke this thing. You can''t put your dick in there, and I like it too much to see it be sacrificed." "Victoria, my Trainer''s being a cocky little brat. Tell her off." Morgan huffed. "And don''t stop." "For a softdy like you? I can stroke all night." Victoria said, "Brandy, stop sabotaging your partner." Brandy grinned and leaned into Morgan''s free wing, pulling it around herself for a hug. She let her hands rest on Morgan''s thigh as her eyes locked on her partner''s dick. She slid her hand up Morgan''s thigh, fingers pressing into the soft fuzz below Morgan''s feathers as it went to stroke. It made Morgan''s leg jiggle and a slight breeze whip up to fan the Murkrow. Brandy''s fingers scaled the gap between leg and crotch, and then tip-tap walked up to tease at Victora''s fingers, putting her rhythm off. "She loves games." Brandy said, "ying them, winning them, she wants a little teasing." "Oh?" Victoria asked, stirring in Morgan''s wing. "I''ve never felt a Murkrow before. They like to y, do they?" Brandy''s fingers walked along the back of Victoria''s hand as she stroked along Morgan''s cock. She was incredibly good at it, just the right amount of deft rubbing and gentle squeezes to have Morgan too rxed to get her ws into Brandy. The Murkrow was utterly at their mercy. "Ladies, please. I can handle both of you. Contain your horny a little." Morganughed, though there was an edge to thatugh. A little heat that Brandy couldn''t resist trying to draw out. So she sniffed and pretended to ignore Morgan, looking over to Victoria. "Room for two on this dick?" Brandy asked. "I want to see how a woman entertains a whole swarm of Noibats." "Regr feeding," Victoria grinned, fangs shing in the low light. "We''re always on the hunt for someone tasty. Not often our food puts up a fight. Most of it is eager to be eaten." "Couldn''t swallow this meal?" Brandy asked as sheced her fingers around Victorias and let her set the stroking space. Morgan coughed at the extra fingers being added, trying to hide her face under the rim of her hat. "Brandy!" Victoria said in mock scandal, "You want me to try to swallow every bit of it? I will." "Fucking hell," Morgan huffed, her hot breath blowing over Brandy''s chest. "Both of you, stop it, or you''re going to get it." Brandy couldn''t stop. This was too much fun. No wonder Sparky yed up all the time; the building frustration from Morgan was actually really sexy. The tense heat in her voice, her sharpening eyes. It was a button that Brandy couldn''t resist pushing harder. "Hear that, Victoria? ," Brandy lowered her voice as Morgan''s dick jumped under their grasp, whispering over Morgan''s chest at the woman in her other wing. "We should behave. What do good girls do?" "They go down, Brandy," Victoria nodded imperiously, "It looks like a lot of work. It''ll be better if we share." "Ladies..." Morgan said her tone warning. "I can bend you both like twigs, and I will." "Go down?" Brandy asked, ignoring Morgan again, a coy little grin curling up on the edge of her lips. Her heart was fluttering a little with anxious energy that she was pushing this too far. Still, she trusted Morgan to be clear if she actually wasn''t enjoying this. "It''s not that hard. You just get close, and you kiss and lick. Then, when the dick''s good and wet, you take it into your mouth." Victoria exined, and she pulled their hands off Morgan''s dick, leaving it bouncing stiffly between them. Still holding Brandy''s hands, Victoria steered them down Morgan''s side. They both just sort of flopped into a heap onto Morgan''sp as their legs slid out from beneath them. Morgan snorted, but she didn''t say anything. She was too busy trying to calm herself down and failing. "Could I get a dick description?" Victoria said, "It''s a nice shape. I can hear that, but I want all the details of it." "What do you want to know?" Brandy asked. "It''s nice and thick, but I want to know the texture. The tan. Is it a dick you want to savor or one you''re going to gulp down?" "Uhh, I mean, I''d lick it." Brandy grinned. "And have." "Brandy, I know you canpliment my dick better than that," Morgan growled, her ws raking along Brandy''s back. Fiery lines of pleasure as her Dark energy turned the scratches into pleasurable, spine-tingling jolts. "Do it properly." "Yes, ma''am," Brandy swallowed as that firm voice tingled her spine. The time for Brat Brandy was over. Good Girl Brandy had a task toplete. "It''s stiff, and I''ve got a Rock partner, so I know what that means." Brandy edged forward, giving the side of the cock a lick. "It''s like butter in your mouth how soft it is. Your lips can just glide right across it. Your tongue slides over it like it''s already soaked. Even though it''s thick, you feel like it could glide through you if Morgan wanted." Brandy pressed her cheek against Morgan''s cock, her head turning and letting her nose drag down it as she took in a breath. The scent of Morgan was thick andid heavy on her thoughts. The light scratch of her fingernails on Brandy''s back adds to the feeling ."Words don''t do it justice. Morgan, Foul y her. Let her feel it." Foul y wasn''t something Brandy had used enough, but it was a really good Move. It let Morgan swap any touches people were feeling between them. She could fuck you and eat you out at the same time by slipping the sensation of a tongue in your mouth down lower. The need for contact made it challenging to use in a fight, but she had some ideas to go overter. For now? She nuzzled at Morgan''s cock like it was an old lover, enjoying the gasps from Victoria as she felt a hard warmth slide about her cheeks. "And the taste." Victoria hummed. "Is that good? Do you lick her dick a lot, Brandy?" "Not enough," Brandy murmured, her tongue slipping out and dragging slowly along the side of the dick. "I thought you were going to help? Get a taste yourself." Brandy didn''t need to convince her any further. Victoria moved into the same space, bumping Brandy as they both nuzzled at Morgan''s shaft. The little jolts made them giggle as they used their tongues top at the sides of Morgan''s shaft, asionally trembling as their tongues flicked and met each other. Morgan''s hand pressed gently into their hair, urging them closer together. "Get my dick wet,dies. The best job gets it first." She rumbled. They both nodded, their cheeks brushing against her cock as they did just that. They kissed and licked, enjoying the taste and texture of a really good dick sliding over their tongues as they swapped and stole licks off each other. Their cheeks brushed as they got closer and closer to the tip of the cock, until finally, their lips met, and they kissed around the head, Victoria''s fangs taking a peck at Brandy''s bottom lip as they suckled away, Morgan''s fingernails scraping their heads as she tensed up. "Brandy! Right hand up quick!" came a panicked cry. "Life or death!" Brandy didn''t look away from her kiss, raising her right hand as she tackled Morgan''s crown. Someone pped her hand so hard her palm briefly stung, making her gasp into the tantalizing kiss they had going on. "High five for my savior!" Saffiraughed. Brandy didn''t look up at her. She was busy demolishing this dick. She wiggled her fingers at Saffira instead as a response. "You''re busy. I get it, fuck she was a tough fight, but you seem to have worked it out. Also! I brought someone." "Oh?" Morgan groaned, focusing entirely on the show in herp. "Who?" "The cutest little thing you''ll ever see." Saffira giggled, and Brandy could hear something getting plopped onto Morgan''s back. "I knew someone was hogging all the humans," Sparky cackled, "Hello, there, little bird, did you miss me?" "Hey, Sparky," Morgan grunted, her body jolting as Sparky''s fur ran along her spine. A few electricity crackles popped in the air, and Morgan''s chest heaved above as she shivered from the jolt. "Good to see you. Can''t talk, busy." "No shit, you got two pretty girls going Hungry Hippopotas on your dick," Sparky snorted, "You can listen then! Saffira thinks I''m cute. Aren''t I cute, Saffira?" "Adorable," Saffira confirmed. "Well, most of you is. You can be a bit overwhelming." "Can you guess the bit she finds most overwhelming?" Sparky cackled. "I''ll give you a clue. It''s my dick." "Truly a mystery for the ages," Morgan gasped, her hand on Brandy''s head pushing her further down. Neither of them was swallowing Morgan, but they were pressing in so firmly that their mouthsbined worked perfectly as a hole. "Want to see a magic trick?" "Oh hell yeah," Saffira said. "I''m buzzing right now, thanks to this little firecracker." Saffira pped Sparky''s ass, the p of it making her yelp out an absolutely obscene squeal of pleasure. "M-magic good." "Perfect, watch as I make this dick disappear." Morgan''s wing pulled Brandy away, leaving her panting in the air as Victoria parted her lips, and Morgan''s dick slipped perfectly between her fangs. Brandy watched the Trainer take inch after inch with a few heavy gulps until she wasying a kiss on the soft fuzz around the base of Morgan''s cock. Morgan''s hips twitched as her cock pulsed inside Victoria''s throat, and she let out a long sigh. "Magic." Brandy snorted and headbutted Morgan''s side gently until Morgan pulled her back up to a sit, mopping back her hair and settling her gaze on Sparky. "I think these two need time alone. What have you been up to? Besides fucking each other senseless?" "Senseless?" Saffira said, "I''m not even dizzy. We''ve been having fun with the Noibats. Nova was also still all raw after her Explosion, so I helped her rx some. I''m uh ..." Saffira''s bouncy confidence faltered as she looked down at Brandy. "Does your Carkol really have a Fire Badge? I feel this is a joke I''m not in on." "It''s real," Brandy smiled, holding her hand up. Saffira pulled her up. "Why didn''t you ask her about it?" "Because uh, I mean uh..." Saffira smiled and ducked her head. "I''m not a shy girl. But she''s kind of intimidating. She''s so fucking ..." "Confident?" Brandy said. It was amazing how Saffira had seemingly forgotten Victoria when faced with a hot Rock Type. The downside of being an Ace. Or was it an upside? Maybe it was neither. It could be a Calcine thing. "Yeah! It''s ridiculously hot. Scorching. Scalding. All the fire words. She acts like she''s in charge." "She is," Sparky cackled. "She so is." "Sparky''s not wrong." Brandy smiled, "Want me to introduce you?" "I mean, if you don''t mind." Saffira said, "I''d owe you big." Brandy looked at Saffira''s gorgeous body, which made the word ''chiseled'' insufficient, her gorgeous dark skin and tussled ck hair. How could you say no to all that? "You already owe me, remember?" Brandy said, "We never really finished what we started in the mine cart. Bute on, everyone needs to learn how cool Calcine is, right Sparky?" "No? She''s hot. That''s literally her thing. Has Morgan''s dick left you confused? I don''t remember her having that sort of Move." "It''s scrambling Victoria''s brains right now," Saffira said, taking an approving whistle. "Maybe she does." Brandy shook her head and gave them a tug to make them follow. If they let Morgan have an audience, she''d really milk it, and Victoria was sore enough as it was. Besides, no one had fucked Brandy properly yet, and she was starting to feel odd. A little core of heat was wrapped around her heart, squeezing tighter and tighter as she got worked up. Her heartbeat was getting loud enough to hear. The rhythmic heavy thump of some great machine firing up. It had to be her Steam Engine inheritance. It''d be fine. How hot could her Steam Engine get really? 186 – Believe in the Me That Believes in Brandy 186 ¨C Believe in the Me That Believes in Brandy Brandy expected to find Calcine fucking something, but no, she was having a different kind of fun. She''d made a kind of smooth scooped-out egg-shaped chair to sit in and had two Noibat in herp. The two bat girls were bobbing their heads excitedly as Calcine petted their ears, their legs kicking as they gasped quick, panted breaths. Brandy couldn''t me her for indulging in that sort of thing, Noibat ears were soft, and their little giggles were just fucking adorable. She watched them approach with glowing red eyes and an upturned head like a queen taking requests from her subjects. It was a look that made Brandy all gooey inside, a little shiver running down her back at the idea of kneeling at Calcine''s feet. Maybe not just yet, though. Saffira wanted an introduction. So it was strange she was hiding behind Brandy a little bit, her feet shuffling as she peeked around to look. She''d been so boisterous until now the sudden shift in Saffira''s attitude was surprising. Was she worried about making a good impression? Or intimidated? "This is my Trainer," Calcine said, tipping up the head of one of the Noibat''s. "You''ve seen her, right? Tall, fit, her hair is like a me, and she''s just as hot." Brandy couldn''t help a smile at that, a soft blush on her cheeks as she waved thepliments away. "Hey, beautiful," Brandy called out. "You spending all your time building up my reputation?" Calcine smiled as the Noibat stared at Brandy with wide eyes, then quivered as Calcine slid a finger down her ear to poke at her cheek. "Barely need to do that. People can look at you and tell. I just like talking about you. They''ve been loving the stories." "And the ear petting," one Noibat mumbled. "Don''t stop that with the warm fingers." "Ear hussies!" Sparky gasped. "They''re not even listening. They just love your rumbly voice." "You want a turn?" Calcine said. "I''ll keep telling stories if that''s what you''re worried about. You know I''ll make it good for you. Your ears are so soft." "It''s like a purr, but so much better," the other agreed, the two leaning back into Calcine''s chest as her fingers kept petting. "We know our sounds, and she makes good ones." "I''ve heard her make better," Sparky grinned. "Way better." The Noibat stared daggers at Sparky as she walked and squished between them to im her own spot in Calcine''sp. "Aww, that''s so considerate." Brandy said in an overly schmaltzy tone, "Calcine''s got some jealousy filling to put between her Noibat sandwich." "Shut it, Brandy!" Sparky cackled, "Calcine, get with the petting." Calcine was happy to oblige, and Brandy felt a little jealous herself. She wanted a bit of touch right now. Reaching back to get an arm around Saffira, she gave her a rather firm squeeze as she shuffled her forward. Saffira was actually fairly Calcine-like in her looks. Her dark skin, defined muscles, and lovely husky voice could have alle from Carkol inheritance. Saffira''s shaggy hair with the grey tips was a big deviation, but it looked good on her even if she was chewing on it shyly as she looked at Cacline out of the center of her eye. "Calcine, this is Saffira," Brandy said, sweeping an arm over her to show her off. "She helped me break out of the Supersonic." "Oh, really?" Calcine said as she tried to pet three women in herp who were now fighting for her affection, squishing their ears and heads down a little to stop them from crawling up over her. "And how did you do that exactly?" Brandy''s heart beat a little quicker at the recollection. Saffira''s firm fingers stroking inside her, the warmth of her mouth. Saffira was blushing just as bright, and when her mouth opened, it was only stammering half-sybles. "Uhh, umm, well, I," Saffira shook herself, brushing a lick of hair back out of her eyes. "You know. Hot." Brandy nodded, trying to ignore the fires rolling around in her. She could exin it, but she wasn''t sure something inside would burst if she seriously dwelled on it, so she settled for agreeing. "Was hot." "Sparky," Calcine said as she squeezed the two Noibats up against Sparky. All three squirmed against each other to try to get at Calcine''s lips and drag each other back. "You make any sense of that?" "All horny mumbles to me," Sparky said as she snuck a web onto one Noibat and then threaded it to the other. The pair gave angry little clicks when they realized their hands were stuck together and tried to bite Sparky. Through victorious cackles, she continued, "If they can''t exin, then they should show. I''m a visual learner!" "Oh um, yeah um," Saffira said, looking up hopelessly at Brandy. She was all nerves now and needed cooling off as much as Brandy needed a steam outlet. Brandy leaned forward and pulled her up into a kiss. A nice, warm embrace made Saffira rx in her arms as she let herself be taken by the kiss. It was nice, but it was just insufficient, like turning a hosepipe on a raging inferno. Brandy needed more, and her fingers slipped under the edge of Saffira''s top, finding her firm skin underneath. She traced it with her fingers as she slowly walked Saffira back until they hit a wall and pressed her up against it. Saffira moaned, a little sound that came out muffled against Brandy''s mouth. Brandy felt the moan ripple their pressed-together bodies, drinking in the satisfaction of just getting a positive response from a Partner. The temptation to fuck her senseless right here and now was strong. Brandy could make her absolutely melt. She knew it. But no, she was here to introduce her to Calcine. She wasn''t going to lose control. She wanted to. But she wouldn''t. Brandy slicked back her hair as she stepped back. Saffira came with her, hanging off her front and panting like she''d just run a marathon. "Like that," Brandy said with a touch of pride, "Sort of." "You can''t me us for getting distracted," one of the Noibats said, "I mean. Damn." "Yeah," Calcine said, soft but with a heat infused in her voice that made Brandy squirm again. "No me at all." "I missed it," Sparky said, "Do it again." "You saw you fuzzy liar," Brandyughed. "Saffira wanted to meet you, Calcine. She''s a Rock Ace and well. You have a badge." "You have a badge!" Saffira repeated, holding onto Brandy for support. "That''s real?" "Oh, is that why you''re so nervous? Sure, I''ve got one. Brandy let me take charge for Motostoke''s Gym," Calcine said with an easy smile. She fished her badge out from her cleavage, letting the red gemstones gleam in the low light of the mineshaft. "She''s the best human a Pok¨¦mon can ask for." Saffira stared disbelievingly up at Brandy. Brandy just shrugged and gave Saffira a grin. "Well, I am!" "That''s incredible," Saffira said, "I''ve been trying to be a good Trainer for Nova and Tansy, but they''re both such a handful sometimes I think I''m doing terribly." "What? No way," Sparky gasped. "Tansy was singing your praises, that Rockruff is smitten. All she could think about when she found Brandy was convincing her toe find you." "I love her to death and Nova too, but neither of them could win a badge. They''re both just-" Saffira rubbed her neck awkwardly as she tried to voice her thoughts. "Not bad, I really do love them a ton. Full of energy? It''s so hard to direct. Brandy''s not even a Rock Ace, and somehow, she''s got this incredible Rock Type? I just feel like I need tips?" "Hrm," Calcine leaned back and patted the asses of the threedies in herp. "Sparky, can you handle the Noibat''s for a moment?" Sparky nted a Bug Bite on one of them, making her give a squealing dry orgasm that made her ears twitch and put her thumbs up for Calcine as the other giggled at the strong reaction. Calcine shuffled about to dump them in a struggling pile on her makeshift chair and stood up, dusting off some Noibat hair from her front. "Brandy, bring Saffira here, please." Saffira''s face had been one of pure awe, staring up at Calcine with her jaw hanging open as she was dragged over. Calcine was the same height as Brandy, and Saffira had to crane her neck a little to look at them both. "She''s super confident usually," Brandy said, "Saffira just finds you intimidating." "Silly," Calcine shook her head and got a hand under Saffira''s chin, tilting her head up. Saffira''s cheeks squashed between her fingers. Brandy could see Saffira stiffen in shock. "I saw Tansyy a Crunch on Victoria. I saw Nova''s explosion. Your partners are incredibly strong and don''t hesitate when you direct them. You have their trust. For a Rock Type that''s everything. So don''t you dare doubt yourself." Saffira''s jaw wiggled, and the words struggled in her mouth before she finally got one of them out. "But-" "No," Calcine curled a thumb over Saffira''s lips. "Listen to me; you have their hearts in your hand, and you won''t disappoint them by doubting yourself. I won a badge in the Fire Gym because Brandy trusted me and what we have sopletely that she never questioned herself. You want to be a good Rock Ace. You can''t doubt yourself." Calcine focused on Saffira, but Brandy couldn''t help but feel warmed by her words. Absolutely trust? When it came to Calcine, yeah, she did. All of her Pok¨¦mon even, Sparky might love her pranks, but Brandy knew she''d do anything for the team. While Morgan was a real diva, she was also brilliant. Her twisty ns nearly always came out in her favor. Fuck, why did thinking about this also make her feel horny? She''d been feeling all heated up for a while, but Calcine''s words had her blood boiling. "You can do this," Calcine finished, "Trust me. Trust yourself." Saffira gulped and nodded her head. Calcine let her go and smiled as Saffira blinked rapidly. Brandy shuddered as Calcine''s gaze slid away from Saffira and onto her. She felt the burning desire grow even more intense. She was just about to reach out and pull Calcine into a kiss when Saffira beat her to it. Brandy felt something inside her grind at the thought of waiting even a second longer to feel some skin. She really should let Saffira have her moment. ... Fuck it. Brandy deserved some of this, too. Brandy grabbed Saffira''s ass and lifted her, then used her leverage to make space for her to get in on the kiss. Calcine was surprised at the double kiss, but she quickly adapted and returned it, rolling her head so both of them could get their turn, a messy flurry of kisses that had Saffira and Brandy''s lips smushing over each other to get at Calcine. The heat in her mouth, the warmth of her lips, the softness, it was just perfect. "Wow, wow, wow," Sparky called out. "She just said hello to me. This is favoritism!" "We find a Bug Ace. She''s all yours," Calcine said between kisses. "I''d invite you in, but I''ve got my hands full." Brandy giggled into the kiss, and she could feel Saffira shaking with augh. The tension had gone out of her. She was just enjoying it now. Lost in the heat of the moment and the solid, reliablefort that was Calcine. Brandy''s fingers slid down from her ass to grip her thighs tightly, squeezing into the flesh as she swung her and pressed her against Calcine, sandwiching her between them. Saffira was a hot, panting mess as Calcine kissed her, and Brandy didn''t show any mercy to the back of her neck. It wasn''t long before Brandy and Calcine had her a writhing, moaning mess. "I want to fuck you," Brandy growled into Saffira''s ear. "So bad." Calcine''s eyes widened in surprise, looking at Brandy like she''d just announced she was actually Arceus in a human disguise. "Sparky, did you hear..." "Yeah!" Sparky said, "Brandy''s got a fiery edge to her today. Is Saffira that good a kisser?" "She did look it," Calcine said as she began undoing Saffira''s belt. "If Brandy wants to take charge, I''m all for taking orders right now." "This is the best," one of the Noibats murmured. "Victoria always finds the total freaks." Her squeal as Sparky nted a Bug Bite on her just stoked the me in Brandy''s heart. It wasn''t that she wanted to take charge, she just needed to fucking ruin somebody right now, and these three were eager and willing. Calcine had given her an amazing time in the Fire Gym. It was time for some payback. 187 – Throwing Coal on the Fire (18+) 187 ¨C Throwing Coal on the Fire (18+) Sandwiching Saffira between Calcine and herself, Brandy took the time to get her hands on that body. Brandy''s heart was pounding in her throat, and the hunger inside her needed feeding, but even through the horny haze that overcame her, she still found the time to enjoy something beautiful. Because Saffira''s body was a marvel of Inheritance. You''d think a Rock ace would be rough around the edges, and maybe some were, but not Saffira. Her skin was so soft and smooth Brandy''s fingers glided right over it. All the better to find the lines of her muscles. Brandy had gotten a pretty lovely stomach off Calcine, which, she was absolutely too ashamed to admit, she''d admired in a mirror a few times. She''d just gotten a taste of what a Rock Type could offer. Saffira had been honed to perfection, and Brandy was only too eager to appreciate every square inch of this work of art. It reminded her of Maple, who you wouldn''t think was all that strong from her charming looks, but her Pok¨¦-mom was a powerful Fighting Type. Maple had gotten apetitive spirit and the ability to bench Brandy like she was made of feathers. All the strength quivering at her fingertips touch, Brandy felt herself getting hotter just thinking about it. Saffira had her own moment of explorative ecstasy as she ran her hands over Calcine, gasping every time her fingers ran across one of the rivulets of red light that glowed under Calcine''s skin. She didn''t have Brandy''s tolerance for heat; she was sweating from her close proximity to the Carkol, but that just made her look all the more tasty. It made her dark skin gleam, and she was panting to cool off, which made the full weight of her chest bounce with every breath. She''d melt instantly if Calcine wrapped her cloak around her. So much for Rock being strong against Fire. Brandy didn''t judge her too harshly. She got hot for Calcine, too. She just handled it better. Saffira was so caught up in her admiration of Calcine that Brandy managed to slip her hand down the back of Saffira''s shorts without a twitch from Saffira. She was clearly already wet, but the instant Brandy touched her pussy, she went from a little slick to soaked. "You''re excited," Brandy teased, her breath blowing across the back of Saffira''s neck, her fingers gently rubbing along Saffira''s waiting lips to wet themselves. "Calcine''s something else, isn''t she?" "She''s beautiful," Saffira said, her eyes wide and breath shallow. Her body was trembling. Not just from the heat, Brandy could tell. "She''s... she''s amazing!" "You''re both perfect," Calcine replied, running her finger down the length of Saffira''s spine and then back up along Brandy''s stomach, rolling her shirt up as it went. "I''m spoiled." "So spoiled," Sparky said. She was being pinned down by the two Noibats with her, the pair of them chewing on her neck as they both stroked their fingers along her cock. Sparky had the biggest smile, "But deserved. Get them warmed up for me." "Should be simple. My Fire''s a lot closer to the surface than usual," Calcine said as she gently kneaded Saffira''s breasts, "Maybe I''ll really let it out sometime." "Ohhh," Saffira groaned, "More, please. I need more." Brandy obliged her; she couldn''t wait any longer. The pressure inside her needed an outlet. Her fingers parted Saffira''s lips and sunk into her, the wetness that had soaked into Saffira''s shorts and thighs making entry effortless. She could feel the warmth inside Saffira and how her body quivered and clenched at the feeling. "More?" Brandy whispered into Saffira''s ear. "I like your rumbling voice. Use it." "Fuck, please!" Saffira moaned, "Ruin me, both of you." Her legs started kicking, but Brandy used her free hand to keep her up between them. Saffira''s ass was nice and tight to grab, and while Brandy was pushing her to get poked in the stomach by Calcine''s cock, Saffira didn''t seem to mind at all. "She finger fucked me. Did you know that Calcine?" Brandy said as she pushed a second finger into Saffira, her own voice getting husky, "She was a little clumsy, her knuckles dragging along my insides. But it was still really nice. Big, thick fingers on this woman." "Filling?" Calcine asked. "I was stuffed, wasn''t I, Saffira?" she teased her with a stroke. Showing off a little of her practice as she nimbly fluttered her fingertips over Saffira''s wet insides. "That''s the word, isn''t it? Stuffed." Saffira whimpered. The sound turned into a growl as Calcine''s fingers dug into her breasts and rolled them around. Her back arched, and her head fell back, only to find Brandy''s shoulder waiting for her to rest on. Brandy kept working on her, enjoying the feeling of Saffira''s pussy squeezing her fingers and the heat building around her wrist. It felt good to just fuck a woman silly. Brandy wanted her turn, but Saffira''s pleasure took the edge off the heat rolling inside her. An appetizer, just enough to sate the hunger, even if it''d return ten times worse. Strokes that made Saffira''s eyes roll back in her head were just so fun. "Please," Saffira gasped as her body quivered. "Please, more, please." "Pleading are you?" Brandy said, "Saffira, are my fingers not enough for you?" "I''m so close," Saffira whined, "It''s not enough." Calcine was just watching Brandy work, a little quirk of a smile on her lips. She was enjoying the show Brandy was putting on. Sparky, no doubt, was too, and her Partner''s gazes just made her want to push it further. Feed the mes and really burn this moment into Saffira''s brain. "I bet you want Calcine''s cock," Brandy said, just a hint of admonishment in there at Saffira''s greed, but plenty of understanding lust too. "That big thick Rock-hard thing she''s got rubbing along your belly. You want to get stuffed by it, don''t you?" "Yes!" Saffira bounced between them, Calcine having to hook an arm under one of her legs to keep her up. The Carkol tightened her stance as she felt Saffira''s abs rub along the underside of her dick, snorting out a breath that hazed the air and prickled Saffira''s skin. "Please, yes! I do. Brandy, please." "I want to see you turn her brains to mush," Brandy told her Partner. Calcine didn''t hesitate. She just reached down and pulled Brandy''s fingers out, making Brandy drag Saffira''s shorts off for her. Cacline let her shaft slide up along Saffira''s belly as her hands slipped down further and grabbed Saffira''s ass, her hands sped over Brandy''s grip as she lifted Saffira up and held her up high. "Please," Saffira cried, trying to squirm as her hands gripped onto Calcine''s short ck hair, her head hanging down so she could stare straight into Calcine''s glowing red eyes. "Please!" Calcine smirked, her teeth gleaming white as she met Saffira''s gaze. Then her head tilted to one side and then the other as she gave Saffira''s body a once over, teasing Saffira for a second as she looked thoughtful before her hips slid back. The tip of her cock slipped down and lined up with Saffira''s pussy. "I love a polite woman." "Oh no, you do? So what about me?" Sparky gasped. The Noibat had moved on from hands to worshipping her impressive cock with their mouths. Short sentences were all the poor Bug could manage. "A notable exception." Calcine grinned. "I''m so jealous of Saffira," Sparky groaned. "Look at her. A sight like that makes me want to be human, just for you." Saffira wasn''t just wet. She was dripping, the tip of Calcine''s cock smeared in her arousal. Her pussy was spread open just a fraction, and the anticipation of the waiting drop was just too much for her. Calcine and Brandy had driven Saffira to near-feral insanity. She just held her there, the pressure alone almost enough to send her over the edge. Brandy could feel the heat rolling off the woman as her legs kicked uselessly, and she panted, desperate and wanting. Brandy''s incredible eyes drank up every detail, every bead of sweat, the wet tussle of hair, and the glint of excitement in Saffira''s eyes. She could feel the excitement flutter in her own stomach. For Saffira, it must have felt a thousand times worse. Poor thing, Brandy should stop teasing. Calcine, bless her, looked to Brandy for permission to do what needed to be done. Brandy gave her a firm nod. No words were needed, just action. When Calcine pushed forward, Brandy was right there to see every single inch slip inside, stretching Saffira''s pussy around her. Not easily. Progress was slow but unstoppable. All of Saffira''s strength was nothing against Calcine''s power. Saffira''s back arched, her head thrown back, and her mouth opened, but no words came out. Only a gasp. A long, low, throaty, deep gasp of relief and ecstasy. Brandy helped by pulling on Saffira''s body,pressing her down onto Calcine''s shaft, which slowly disappeared inside the woman inch by inch. Somehow, it was almost tender. Calcine''s firm touch and guidance kept it from going too fast. It was like a slow but thorough kiss rather than a hard fuck. Calcine''s dick pushed deeper only when Saffira was ready for it, and Calcine rolled her hip to make sure Saffira enjoyed the whole trip down. Saffira''s toes curled, her knees shook, and her chest heaved as she bounced her ass back against Brandy. Brandy enjoyed the pressure and licked her lips. It looked so good. Brandy wanted to be in her ce, but maybe a little firmer. A tight grip on Calcine''s shoulders, eyes locked as she pushed down and imed. Calcine was in control, not Saffira, and when thest inch disappeared, the two women were pressed together. Saffira held herself tight against Calcine, panting to get her breath back. Brandy had to feel between them, find the sight bump of Calcine''s dick pressing out Saffira''s toned belly. It made her shiver. "You''re stuffed, Saffira." Brandy teased. "Is it everything you imagined?" Saffira''s only answer was a soft groan, her hips rocking and her pussy quivering. The look on her face was beautiful. Brandy knew she wouldn''t forget this for a long time. Calcine''s hands left Brandy''s to take Saffira by the ass and pull her in for a kiss. That was when the tenderness stopped. Brandy felt the heat rise. Calcine''s fingers dug into Saffira''s skin, and Brandy could hear the soft smack as their lips met, hungry and wet. Calcine was so strong she could easily pull Saffira up her length, then shove her back down again. She didn''t need Saffira''s help to fuck her. She set her own rhythm. The sound of their bodies colliding, their tongues shing, and their breath gasping was a beautiful medley. Brandy stepped back, leaving Saffira to Calcine. She could have Calcine any time she wanted. For Saffira, this would be a one-time thing. She deserved the fuck of her life after the day she''d had. Still, Brandy was going to get hers. She spun on her heels to stare down at Sparky, the Bug''s blue eyes blinking rapidly. The Noibat were taking turns deep-throating her, their fuzzy ears wiggling excitedly as they waited for their turn. "H-hi." Sparky grinned at Brandy. "You look intense. Loved your work there. Where''d this hot new Brandye from?" "She''s been here all along," Brandy said. The heat was getting too much, and she was sick of just missing out. It was time. Fumbling with her shirt buttons, she gave up after a few tries and ripped it off, the two Noibat blinked up at her as they watched the Trainer strip. "She''s ours!" they squeaked. "Wait your turn." "Oh, she''s yours, is she?" Brandy gave them a smile that made them quiver. "Because I think that ass is mine, I''ll fight you for it." "Fuck me," Sparky gasped. "This is awesome." "If I win," Brandy said as she rolled her skirt down and kicked it off, standing there in just her underwear, her skin flushed from the heat rising in her. Her hair was a wild, tussled mess, her skin flushed with health from her body heat, and her thighs damp. She could smell herself, how horny she was had a physical presence. "If I win, you''re going to do exactly what I say." "Victoria''s our Trainer!" they both said. "We''re hers, not yours." "Then don''t lose," Brandy said, stepping forward. "You don''t think you''re going to lose, do you? Two Pok¨¦mon against a human?" "Brandy," Sparky whispered. "You''re speaking crazy." "You''re on!" The Noibat said, "And if we win, you do everything we say. You''ll be our toy, we''ll show you off to Victoria. Prove we''re the best of her Noi''s. After we''re finished with Sparky here. You just get to watch." "Brandy!" Sparky yelped. "Don''t make me be the sensible one!" "Sparky. Trust me. I want this." Brandy said, rolling her neck. "I want this bad." "Noibats, if you win, can you make Brandy sit on me and squeeze my head with her thighs." "Uh... yeah?" they both said. "I guess we could do that. You''re cute. You can have one Brandy wish." "I ampletely for this idiotic challenge now." Sparky nodded. "Brandy''s thighs, here Ie." As the Noibat both got up, Brandy set herself ready to pounce. She didn''t n to lose this. She wanted to squeeze so much more than Sparky''s head. She''d have to do her best so the Bug could get what she really needed. 188 – Immaculate Vibes (18+) 188 ¨C Immacte Vibes (18+) A pair of good boots, her underwear, and a fire in her heart. Brandy didn''t look ready to fight two Pok¨¦mon, and the two Noibat had broad smiles on their faces that were smugly sure of victory. They didn''t think this would even be a contest. That was fine with her. She''d show them the error of their ways. They rushed her, their wings beating furiously as they tried to knock her over. Not even trying to use their Moves, just pure strength to try to make her bend. Brandy knew the power of letting Pok¨¦mon have what they wanted. Brandy braced her heels and let their weight and momentum push her, her sturdy boots scraping along the ground. Humans didn''t beat Pok¨¦mon in a battle of muscles. Maybe with a very strong set of physical-based inheritances, you could bowl over a Pok¨¦mon more focused on ranged or soft Moves. Still, even then, it was pretty unlikely. Pok¨¦mon just had too much of an advantage. The two Noibat were quick, their bodies light and agile as they whipped up in front of her and mped their hands onto her arms. They tried to dart past either side of her and pull her over. It was fantastic teamwork, and Brandy wobbled in her stand as she used their pulling as a guide to slide backward. Once her arms were fully extended, she wrapped her hands around their wrists and jumped off her feet. The two Noibat couldn''t pull her along like a kite, and they couldn''t stop their rush, so something had to give. Brandy crashed into them again as they stumbled, and all three of them went down in a rolling ball of iling wings, limbs, and thankfully soft bodies. "Nice!" Sparky pped, "Want help?" "I''m good!" Brandy gasped as she grabbed a Noibat''s hip and pulled her back into the puddle. Her lips found purchase in the crook of her wing, and Brandy started kissing away as her hands found a butt to rub and her thighs mped on a set of hips to squeeze. The two Noibat were still in shock, still recovering from the abrupt reversal, but with an eager trainer up close and personal, their bodies took over, fluttering kisses back over Brandy''s skin. "She says she''s good," one of the Noibat snickered. "Was a nice move, but she''s not as good as me." "And I''m better than you!" the other giggled. "Watch this." Brandy yelped as the Noibat bit down on her breast, but no actual shock of pain came. The little bat looked up at her with a cheeky glint in her eyes as she pulled her head back, Brandy''s bra slipping off around her back. She''d cut right through the straps in one swift bite. Her mouth opened, and she let the bra drop down onto Brandy''s belly then a long tongue curled out of her mouth and got to thering over her breasts. "Okay, you got to admit that was pretty fucking sick." Sparky whistled. "Sure you don''t need help?" "Love you," Brandy gasped as she felt the tongue slide around her nipples, and her thighs tightened as the Noibat in front of her pushed back, and the one behind her pushed forward, the two of them grinding her up between them. "But I got this. I''ll crush them." "I can hear you talking shit," the Noibat behind her giggled, pulling Brandy''s head back and letting the Noibat in the front lean forwards to send that long tongue licking from her breasts all the way up and round her exposed neck. "You''ll be doing nothing but moaning shortly." "Oh no," Brandy teased, reaching up to fondle the fuzzy bunny ears. The Noibat''s golden eyes shone as she leaned into her fingers. "Anything but that." "We''ll see how you do when we do this," the Noibat at her throat whispered. Her words melted into Brandy''s skin, and she felt her insides tingle as they reverberated inside her. A gentle buzzing that concentrated lower and lower until it was rippling through the inside of her panties and making everything there tremble. Which was a little breathtaking. "Sylvia, I can feel her shiver. It''s so cute," the Noibat said, purring into Brandy''sughter. "She thought she could take us." "What''s the matter, human?" the Noibat behind her, Sylvia, it seemed, taunted. "Something bothering you?" "I don''t know," Brandy moaned, pushing her hips up against the Noibat in front of her and wrapping her legs around their torso. She was feeling a little overwhelmed. Her skin was hot, her heart was pounding, and the vibrations made her insides dance. It was amazing. Like hell was she going to admit it, though. "What could be bothering me?" "We can hear your heartbeat," the Noibat in front said as she nuzzled Brandy''s neck. "Thump, thump. It''s really beating." "I want to hear it go quicker," Sylvia mused, her hand sliding into Brandy''s panties and rubbing her fingers along her slit. "It''s a beautiful sound. Priya hum louder for me; I want to feel her tremble. "Need my skill to break her, do you?" said the one in front of Brandy. Priya, what a pretty name. "No, I just want to make her moan," Sylvia chuckled. Her grip was surprisingly strong as she pinched Brandy''s butt and squeezed. Her mouth was hot as she licked along her ear. "She''s got a charming voice. Let''s hear it." "Make me," Brandy growled. "I taught her that," Sparky called out from where she was watching with elbows on her knees. "That''s a Sparky Move." "Oh, is that so?" Sylvia giggled. "Let''s teach her a better one," Priya smirked. Their hands and mouths were everywhere, and it was all so incredible. Every touch sent shivers of bliss through her. They were both so warm and soft, their fur so wonderfully fuzzy, and the vibrations absolutely delicious. Brandy needed a bit of loving like this to get her going. Now, it was time to fight back. Priya and Sylvia didn''t seem to be expecting her to move. They''d expected her to be helplessly pinned and squirming as they drove her wild. That had been their n, but it fell apart when Brandy reached down, hands abuzz, and grabbed some dick. They were both worked up and hard, and a simple squeeze from a warm human hand would just encourage them. But Priya purring into her body was making her vibrate, and that included her fingers, which she was stoking over Noibat dick as tenderly as she possibly could. Every pulse had their warm flesh thrumming in the palms of her hands. Their voices both leaped up an octave. Brandy wasn''t going to show mercy. She was going to be the death of them. "Oooh!" Priya moaned, her tongue falling out of her mouth. "Oh fuck, that''s good." "Priya! Stop talking!" Sylvia yelped. Brandy looked back and met the golden eyes with a defiant re. "Can''t handle it?" Brandy taunted. "Sylvia, is that too much for you?" "I can take it," Syliva groaned, "Priya, go harder; that all you got?" Dragon Types. Their pride could be their downfall. Brandy felt the vibrations ramp up, and her whole body tingled. It was almost too much, and her fingers stopped working, and her voice leapt up and squealed. It was just a second, a tiny break for herself, before she doubled down, and her hands started working again. "Fuck she''s good," Syliva whimpered, the vibrations slowing a little, "I''m gonna-" "No, you don''t," Brandy growled; both of the Noibat let out a long, low groan as her hand stroked them. They were so close. "You''re going to cum before Pyria?" "Fuck no, she couldn''t even handle my Supersonic," Sylvia groaned and began humming herself, the vibrations picking up. It was too much. It was almost unbearable how good it felt rolling around in her body. The two Noibat were trembling under her touch, faring no better. Their dicks were twitching. It was fucking fantastic, Brandy could lose herself in this. "Noibat''s cum first," Sparky taunted as she wrapped her arms around all three of them. Her eyes shot open wide. "Holy shit, a vibrating Brandy." "Supersonic." Brandy gasped, and she heard the two Noibat''s cries turn into a whine. The two of them were shaking, and she wasn''t far behind. They were all just so damn close. "Didn''t need help." "Oh, I''m not helping any of you," Sparky grinned. "I just want to enjoy seeing someone lose." "We can''t," Sylvia whispered. The look of guilt on her face was so cute. Brandy could feel her heart flutter in panic. "We can''t fail Victoria again. She''s the best." "Then you know what to do." Brandy grinned, and her hands squeezed. "Make me cum first." "Supersonic!" Syliva and Priya cried. The vibrations were overwhelming, the two Noibat''s eyes watering as they tried to hold back, their dicks pulsing in Brandy''s hand as they tried to hold back. The air was alive with their hum. Their bodies were so hot, their fur so soft, and their sound ripples were melting Brandy from the inside out. "Fuck, needed this. More." Brandy yelled. Her eyes clenched tight, and she couldn''t stop herself. Her own body was humming, and she felt an explosion of pure pleasure flood her veins as the waves of their sound hit her again and again. There was nothing but this. The feeling of being overwhelmed with pleasure, her heart racing faster and faster. They didn''t notice she''de, and Brandy wasn''t about to tell them; she wanted more. They hadn''t won. "Shit! I''m gonna-" Priya moaned. "No, hold fast!" Syliva groaned. "Oh fuck, I can''t either." "We both know the winner already," Sparky teased. "Why don''t you two give in. Then Brandy can have fun with me. You can learn things from her, teach Victoria how to be a better Trainer." "Victoria," Syliva sighed, "We could spy for her!" "Get all of Brandy''s secrets," Priya panted, her voice was so sweet. "Great n. Best n." Brandy bit back augh, her hands moving faster. Whatever took the edge off defeat, she would let them have it. "Come for me," Brandymanded. "Then we''ll ruin this Joltik." "I better be utterly destroyed," Sparky said, "Because if you don''t, I''m going to go all night; I want you." Brandy locked gaze with Sparky, whose hands were on her chest as her eyes sparkled. She really did want to be broken. It would be an absolute delight to give her wish. "We want you," Brandy growled. "These two good girls will show you who is on top. When they cum. Right. Now." Thatmand was all the two Noibat needed. They were holding on by their fingertips, trying not to give in to the overwhelming feeling of her hands around their shafts. They couldn''t handle it anymore. "Yes, Mistress," the Noibat gasped. The word sent a shiver down Brandy''s spine as they unloaded on her thigh. "Mistress?" Brandy blinked "Victoria is mistress, so you''re mistress," Sylvia mumbled, rubbing her ears against Brandy''s cheek as her cum dripped down Brandy''s skin. "Mistress Brandy." "Um, I don''t think-" "No!" Sparky put a finger over Brandy''s mouth. "Don''t you dare finish that sentence. You''re taking this. Tell us what to do ... Mistress." Brandy blinked. It just sounded so strange. She was not a Mistress. Like it wasn''t her at all. She looked to her left, a happy Noibat nuzzling under her arm. Brandy looked right at the simpering Noibat kissing her breast like it was a divine relic. She looked to Sparky, who was trembling with excitement. Her lip bit so hard it was going white. Okay. Wow. She''d won. They''d clearly submitted to her. Maybe she wasn''t a Mistress all the time, but right now? She felt she couldmand the world to bend over if she voiced it firmly enough. She could do this. "Sparky, down," Brandy said, squealing with delight internally as Sparky dropped to her knees immediately. "Sylvia, Pyria. Purr up a storm for me, please. Sparky''s going to take care of me with her tongue." Brandy put a foot out, putting a boot on Sparky''s stomach, and she looked down on her. The fire inside her was raging so high she would have believed her eyes were ame. Sparky just looked utterly lost in awe. "Then I''m going to take care of you, and you''ll love every moment of it. That''s not a promise. That''s not amand. It''s going to happen, as sure as anything." Brandy pushed her knee up a little, making Sparky gasp as her chin was pushed up. "Say, yes Mistress." "Yes Mistress!" Sparky nodded madly. Yeah. Brandy could work with this. 189 – Squashed Like a Bug (18+) 189 ¨C Squashed Like a Bug (18+) Stepping on Sparky was a great start; it forced her to look up at Brandy''s legs, which she loved. It really showed off Brandy''s towering height and made Sparky squirm underneath the light pressure. The vibrations of the Noibat on her arms made Sparky''s stomach quiver. Her breasts wobbled and sparks crackled through her fur and hair. Her eyes were alive with delight,pletely enraptured by Brandy right now. This bit was easy, and it felt really good. The fire in Brandy''s heart had built and built until it felt like steam should being off her skin. What to do for the next step was the hard part. Both feet were definitely out. Brandy was a tall girl, and she wasn''t exactly light. Sparky liked being squished, but she only joked about being ttened like a pancake. Brandy had to make this sexy in a different way. "Laces," Brandy said. No. Commanded. "Untie them now." Sparky didn''t hesitate. Brandy watched with delight as her nimble hands worked theces loose. The tightness around Brandy''s foot rxed, and with a little press of the ball of her foot, her heel slipped out with a pop. Sparky had a pop of her own; electricity crackled off her, along with a sigh of pleasure as she felt Brandy''s weight. The two Noibat tittered. "She likes it," one said. "If you like a strongdy on top of you, we''ll have to tell Victoria after." Brandy gave their ears a squeeze, rubbing them until they quietened. She didn''t want to make this hard for them; they loved Victoria, and they were just helping her a little here. They could tease a little if they didn''t get mean. With a kick of her foot, she sent her boot sailing over Sparky''s head and swapped it for the next one. Sparky didn''t even pause; she got to work immediately, her excitement making things harder for her as she pulled the knot tighter before attacking it. "I''ve been watching you, Brandy," Sparky said as she worked. "Mistress," Brandy insisted. "If you''re forgetting already, we''ll stop to hammer it into you." Sparky''s shoulders shuddered, and she bit her bottom lip to stop her mouth from hanging open. The cutest smile stuck on her face instead. "A hammering is so tempting. Mistress." Sparky giggled at it, but even her giggle had a snorting enthusiasm that made her beam from ear to ear. "I have been watching you though!" "If you like watching, I can go back to these two lovely batdies." Brandy teased. "Nope! I''m all about the hands-on." Sparky clutched Brandy''s boot. "Just saying, I saw you set up Victoria and Morgan. Calcine and Saffira. You''ve been walking about looking like you want to rip off someone''s clothes with your teeth, but you still made sure everyone got hooked up first." "I am your Trainer," Brandy said, "I will make sure you get all you deserve." "Very charming," one of the Noibats purred. "Is she always this smooth?" "She''s got a lot better." Sparky grinned as she tugged off Brandy''sst boot. "She improves every day." That darn Bug, now Brandy was blushing. She tilted her head up to try to hide it, but the pride in her heart warmed her so much she was sure she''d be red from tip to toe. Sparky had been her first Pok¨¦mon, and she knew how to slip past Brandy''s defenses almost effortlessly. A well-cedpliment was more disabling than any joke. It worked both ways. Brandy knew Sparky, and when a Bug teased you, you teased them right back. "You are mine," Brandy said, rubbing her foot over Sparky''s stomach. "You deserve the best. Am I not the best?" "Looking pretty incredible from here." Sparky sighed. "Noints at all." Brandy pressed a little harder and raised her eyebrow. The vibrations traveling down her legs from the Noibat''s Supersonic made Sparky''s whole body quiver. Her cock pped against the back of Brandy''s thigh as it wavered back and fore. Brandy shuffled her leg back to match it, stroking along the top with her heel. "Mistress," Sparky choked out the word, shocked at the sensation. "Fuck, I mean it. I''m so lucky to have you. You''re like a dream. You''d do anything for us." "This is so cute," one of the Noibat sniffed. "You two seem so good for each other." It was cute, which was a little odd. Sparky wanted this, didn''t she? So why was she trying to shift the mood? Impishness? Or fear? Brandy looked into her big blue eyes, searching for a hint. Wide-eyed excitement, rapidly moving nervousness, and blinking like she was about to cry. Sparky wanted this, but she was also terrified of it. Brandy felt her own stomach twisting in knots and her heart racing. She wanted Sparky, but the stakes seemed so much higher. There was a lot of expectation here, and underneath that, there was worry from her Partner. She''d said it was like a dream. Was this not real for her? Did her Bug still think she hadn''t earned this? They could be such a goof sometimes. At least Brandy knew where to go from here. Brandy sat down on Sparky''s thighs, the plump things giving her a soft seat. The two Noibat draped themselves over her shoulders, and she wore them like a cape, the thrum of their inaudible song making her skin quiver. Sparky''s cock twitched, pressing against Brandy''s stomach, hot and stiff. Sparky''s whole body was tingling with electricity, her muscles tense as she crackled against Brandy''s skin. "Are you nervous?" Brandy asked, letting her voice dip down to be soft and tender. A single finger running along Sparky''s cock as she asked a question. "Be honest. No jokes." "A little." Sparky gulped. "Calcine''s perfect and can fold you in half. Morgan''s a whirlwind of fun and surprises. All I can do is make youugh." "Not a bad thing," the Noibat to Brandy''s left said. "Be proud of your talents." "Yeah, but it doesn''t exactly inspire awe," Sparky said breathlessly. A crackle of lightning shrouded Brandy''s fingertip, where she stroked. It made Sparky''s skin feel better than silk, a kind of soft that didn''t exist, as gentle and soothing as a private kiss. "You know what inspires awe?" Brandy said, sping her hand around Sparky''s dick. She joked it was big, but it was a joke with truth behind it. Sparky had a cockiness to match her cock,rger than life and a lot to handle. "I won''t sit here and listen to you lie to me. How dare you. Say something nice about yourself right now." "What? You can''t do tha-" Sparky''s sentence was cut off with a groan as Brandy gave her cock a pump. A little rough, but her fingers were slick with the Noibat''s cum, and she loved it a little rough. "I can and will." Brandy insisted. "You''re my Joltik, my Partner, my love, and you''re my bitch. I can do terrible things to you." Sparky writhed underneath her, her chest heaving as her breath faltered, and she tried to pump herself into Brandy''s hand. Brandy''s grip was firm, though, her hands vibrating as she gave a soft squeeze, drawing another throaty moan out of Sparky. Brandy had control here and knew Sparky wouldn''t take it back. She could, but she wouldn''t. "Compliment yourself. Do it. Or I will have tofort my sad girl with soft, gentle loving until she cheers up." "No! Just fuck me." Sparky whined. Brandy didn''t relent, just rolling her fingers along the thick dick with cial speed. Feeling out every inch of it. Brandy was thirsty for it. Oh, she wanted to ride it so badly. But this was more important. Sparky saw her resolve and cracked, her head shrinking into her body. "I''m good in a fight." "Incredible," one Noibat said. "You were a pest to deal with." "You''re irreceable." Brandy nodded. She got her thighs around Sparky''s legs and squeezed, pressing them together as she stroked the cock all the way from the base until she was rubbing her palm at the tip. "You''ve saved our asses every time. Another." "Another?" Sparky gasped. "Anotherpliment." "You''re meant topliment me!" Sparky squeaked. "This isn''t fair!" She yelped as Brandy dropped forward, pressing their breasts together, letting the weight of her body and the two Noibats hugging her drop down on the Bug and press her firmly into the hard ground. Sparky wheezed under the pressure, her cock throbbing against Brandy''s stomach as Brandy felt Sparky''s heartbeat drum furiously within her breast. Brandy ran her fingers through Sparky''s hair; she had to hunch up a little to stare Sparky square in the eyes, so hunch she did. Brandy bit Sparky''s top lip, pulling it back until she had no choice but to let it go with a pop. "Every second you keep your Mistress waiting for an answer, she isn''t doing other things to you." "This is ckmail," Sparky wheezed. "Impossibly sexy ckmail. You can''t make me say nice things about myself!" "Oh no, my sad Joltik doesn''t need hard love. She needs soft kisses." Brandy teased, kissing where she''d bit Sparky. "I''ll smooch you all night." "I joke to make things less awkward," Sparky said in a rush like a floodgate had been ripped open. "I''d rather people be mad at me than all of you. I love you, I love Calcine, and I''m starting to love Morgan a little too. I want to be with you all forever. I don''t want you to forget me. I feel small sometimes. Small and weak while you''re all growing so strong. Confident. Beautiful. Fearless. I''m out of my league. I want you to be proud of me, but I''m just a Joltik." "Shh," Brandy kissed Sparky. "That''s all I needed to hear. Now listen to me, okay?" Brandy took Sparky''s hand and put it on her chest, letting her hand squeeze to feel Brandy''s heartbeat. "I''m not just going to say this. Look into my eyes." Brandy tilted up Sparky''s head so she had no choice but to do it. "Look deep, deep into the eyes you gave me. I love them; I can see so much more clearly. They''ve made me a better person." "Calcine''s heart is stronger," Sparky said sullenly. Brandy was having none of that. "Calcine fucking adores you, and you know it. My Mother used her cage thing to prove it. You two have a special bond of your own. If her heart is stronger, which it''s not, then I''ve just inherited one more thing you love." "You''re the strongest person I know," Sparky mumbled. "You could have anyone." "I could have had Morgan. I could have had Calcine." Brandy smirked as she rubbed her body over Sparky''s, trying to line her dick up. It wasn''t easy. It took a lot of rubbing, sparks crackling between them, making every rub more intense. Brandy was sweating before she finally felt that fat head find its slot. "You feel small, but when I want a big, heart-stopping dick. You''re the one I want." "You''ve had bigger." "But I''ve not had better." Brandy grinned and sunk her teeth into Sparky''s neck. It made her Bug Partner gasp and thrust in shock. The tip of her cock slipped inside of Brandy after an intense moment of almost debilitating pressure. Brandy''s toes curled as she felt herself stretch, and the vibrations and zapping made everything a hundred times more intense. A thousand. It didn''t just hit the spot; it smashed the spot with a meteorite and left a crater that forever changed the ecosystem. The Noibat on her back pped their wings and helped her move as her muscles weakened. The pair of them knew what the game was like now, and Brandy would have to thank themter for ying along. Sparky''s hands gripped her ass as she pulled herself back, weakly trying to keep her close as Brandy powered past her strength with the Noibat''s help, sliding her slick pussy up that breathtaking cock until it was almost entirely outside her. Brandy was breathing hard, but Sparky''s lungs were burning from the look on her face. The Noibat on her sides fluttered their wings to get a good air current blowing around them both. Sparky had been squished between her and the ground and she looked a mess. Sweaty, frazzled, her eyes wide and her lips trembling. Pretty. Tasty. Brandy''s. "I love you Sparky," Brandy whispered, her voice shaky. "You are mine, and you''ll always be mine. Don''t ever doubt it." She pressed down again, her whole body tingling as Sparky''s perfect cock cored her out. Her insides were alive with electricity. Every part of her was alight with that tingling feeling. The ecstatic delight of being part of the live circuit that was Sparky. Sparky didn''t stop pressing once she hilted herself; even as she felt stuffed, she pushed on, mushing breasts together. Squeezing things, making a Joltik-shaped imprint onto the floor as she ground their bodies together, sparks flying and making the Noibat squeak as they crackled off their skin. Sparky was a wreck. Not just emotionally but physically, too; she had nothing left to hide. She gasped and cried in ecstasy as Brandy rolled her hips and rode her like a machine. The fire in her heart let her override any exhaustion, forcing her muscles to move and crushing any resistance Sparky''s body gave up. This was a loving fuck, but she also wanted to leave an impression burned into Sparky''s brain forever. Brandy felt her heart clench up as her pussy pressed around all that dick, her mind fizzling from the sensation. She couldn''t control herself, her gasps and moans joining in with Sparky''s, their voices blending together, and their bodies entwining as they found their rhythm. Brandy. Hard, firm, but loving. Sparky. Soft, pliant, trembling everywhere but her dick, which held firm and stiff with every ounce of loyalty Sparky had. Both wanted to fuck each other into the ground, to satisfy the other aspletely as possible. Equally matched in intent, but Brandy had gravity and two Noibats as a backup. Her thighs and breasts mmed down with thunderous ps against Sparky''s body as she fucked them both silly. The vibrations of the Noibat''s song made it better for both of them, so good thinking became impossible. Their bodies just had to act on instinct, and right now, Brandy''s instinct was to finally sate the fire in her heart. Her orgasm, which she''d needed so fucking badly, was a wave crashing against the cliff of her body. Shey back, a tower rising from Sparky''s body, shrouded in two affectionate bat girls. Sparky gazed up at her, worshiping her with her eyes as Brandy felt her orgasm rushing outwards, leaving muscles trembling and shaking as it roared past. The electricity running through her made it all the more intense. The fire in her heart simply zed hotter, fuelled by it, making her body shine with sweat as the climax reached its apex. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open and gasping. Her heart was pounding, and her pussy was still clenching against the hard cock it was so lovingly wrapped around. Then Brandy crashed down. The aftershocks rippled through her as she fell down limply on Sparky''s chest. The Joltik''s cock, her wonderful, perfect cock, was still throbbing, needy as Sparky let all her weight squash the Bug, melding their bodies together. Sparky''s lips on her throat, her breasts topped by Brandy''s own, their legs entwined. "Fuck," Brandy gasped. "I''ve needed that." The Noibat settled onto her back, massaging her shoulders and using their high-pitched song to soothe her with its vibrations. "Are you alright?" Brandy asked, her lips grazing Sparky''s. Just a flutter of a kiss. "So good." Sparky groaned. "I feel like a pancake." "A special pancake?" "The queen of pancakes." Sparky grinned. "Legendary Pancake." "If I had syrup, I''d pour it on," Brandy sighed and pressed a kiss against her lips, feeling their bodies still crackling together, her pussy still pulsing with her heartbeat, but her muscles were rxing. Her breathing evened out. "Do you think we can go again? I''m not quite done." "Oh no. No way." Sparky groaned. "Give me a moment to catch my breath." "Sparky," Brandy growled. It wasn''t very threatening. Brandy was grinning like an idiot. "Your Mistress wants it again. "Well, if my Mistress wants it," Sparky grabbed Brandy''s hips. "I have to keep her happy. She''s perfect, you know?" "Of course she is," Brandy huffed. "She has you, doesn''t she?" A fucking with a Pok¨¦mon on the edge of prideful tears was a new experience, but it really worked for Brandy. It worked for both of them. So they kept going. And going. And going. And going. When Sparky''s stamina finally gave out, Brandy felt the fire within her dampen. The heat in her chest had been appeased. The warmth of Sparky''s body by hers was a delight to fill the void. Her soft fur, her cute kisses, the warmth of a hug. Every bit of her Brandy needed. The two Noibat had to be dealt with, of course. Brandy wanted everyone to be happy, so there needed to be a pair of exhausted Bat girls before Brandy could finally settle down. But after being crushed into a ball, Sparky was up for a bit of entertainment before she dozed off. The pair blushed the entire way, overawed by the love they''d gotten caught up in. It made for a glorious cuddle puddle to finally let exhaustion take her. There''d be problemster for getting dyed like this, but seeing the smile on Sparky''s face as she slipped off to sleep? Brandy would miss the entire Tournament to see a smile like that. It was worth more than anything. 190 – The Bird and the Bugs 190 ¨C The Bird and the Bugs Brandy had smushed the Bug, and now came the more important part. Cuddle bugging. It wasn''t the tidiest arrangement. Brandy hugged Sparky like a pillow, her face rolling over her shoulder and breast as she pretended to be asleep. The two actually asleep Noibats had them both wrapped up cosy in their surprisingly soft wings. Their ears twitched as they dreamed about something pleasant, probably Victoria. They were clearly smitten with her. Sparky was wonderfully soft, and Brandy happily drifted in and out of sleep, snuggling against her. She wasn''t going to move until someone made her. Morgan appearing behind her and squeezing her cheeks wasn''t enough to make her, no matter how much the feathers tickled. "Wakey, wakey." Morgan cooed, her fingers ruffling through Brandy''s hair. "Look, I told you she''s adorable when sleepy." "Very cute, I''m sure," Victoriaughed politely. "All my girls are tired out, so I''m not getting the full picture." "Oh, well, it''d be a shame to miss out on sleepy Brandy," Morgan said. "If you don''t have your Noi sonar, we''ll just have to engage the other senses." Brandy was too warm andfy even to argue. They could do their worst. She was in the sweet spot of post-fucking bliss, and she was going to enjoy every second of it. Victoria''s hands, guided by Morgan, were cool and gentle. They caressed her, stroking the bare skin of her back and sides as they slid down into the pile. Brandy had expected to be mildly pestered. A cool massage was a delightful surprise. "She''s really rxed," Victoria said, her hand slipping up Brandy''s stomach to squeeze one of her boobs. A little thrill to go with the soft touches got Brandy''s blood flowing again. A nice firm touch at the right moment was better than a shot of espresso. "And quite a nice handful when she isn''t pinning you down." "Told you, sleepy Brandy was a delight." Morgan''s hands had joined Victoria''s in massaging her breasts. "Sparky''s really filled her out. Pok¨¦mon should be allowed to inherit some tiddy too. This is hardly fair." Brandy tried not to giggle at thepliment. She was enjoying this. "Quit hogging the Brandy boob," Sparky mumbled, nudging their hands out of the way. "I''m appreciating my work." Unlike Sparky''s generous figure, Brandy still wasn''t very curvy, but she wasn''t blind to the changes. How could she be when all her old shirts fit as badly as they did on Calcine? It hadn''t been long since Calcine, and Sparky teased her about her chest until she''d put her foot down about it. Inheriting a bigger chest wasn''t character development you should brag about, but people couldn''t get a nice handful of confidence! "Did you enjoy each other''spany?" Brandy said, feeling warm and gooey inside that she got to cuddle and beplimented. "Morgan can be rather theatrical. I hope she kept you entertained." "Goodness, yes," Victoriaughed. "She wanted to prove she can eat pussy as good as I can suck dick. She failed miserably, but the attempt was very well received." "Didn''t hear much misery on my end," Morgan teased, "Just a lot of gasping and cries of my name. If we got it properly scored, I think you''d owe me a medal." "You know," Victoria''s tone was mischievous as her fingers slipped between Brandy and Sparky, "You''ve been such a lovely treat for my girls. I do owe you all something. The least I can do is return the favor." "No more sex," Brandy bubbled, "Not that I don''t want, but we have a Tournament to get to. Maple will do unsexy things to me if I don''t even turn up for the first round." "She''s awake," Victoria said to Morgan, talking over Brandy''s head. She didn''t sound like she was surprised by this at all. "And doesn''t want us to do terrible things to her." "I could change her mind," Morgan whispered. She''d leaned in, her breath hot in Brandy''s ear, sending shivers through her. "But let''s hear Victoria out. She doesn''t have sex on the brain as much as you." "I''m listening," Brandy sighed, opening her eyes. Seeing Victoria and Morgan side by side, bothpletely naked (Hats excluded), certainly didn''t help Brandy get sex off the brain. They were a lovely feast for the eyes. "We should wait for everyone," Victoria said as she withdrew her hands from the pile and petted some Noibat ears instead. "As a bit of a thank you for being such good sports, we could go over some battle tactics. As someone who''s had to fight you, I think I could provide a nice outside perspective." "Can you drench Brandy in water until the Rock gang rolls up?" Sparky groaned, "I love my Trainer, but she smells of sweaty balls." "If that''s anyone''s fault, it''s yours," Brandy huffed, but it was hard to be mad. "Is there going to be a fight over who gets to soak me?" "No way," Morgan spread her wings. "Sparky is going to help me drench you both. Be a team effort." "Bring the canteens; I want to make our Trainers glisten." Sparky grinned as she wormed out of the cozy pile they''d made. Brandy made a futile grab to keep her, but she didn''t try too hard. They really couldn''t stay here all day, as tempting as it''d be. --- The soaping and soaking was a thorough job. Morgan finding a way to enable Sparky''s mischief productively was something Brandy could learn from. The Murkrow using her wind Move to dry them off was also a nice touch. She did have a lot more experience being on a Trainer team, so it made sense she''d built up a nice set of tricks to make life easier. Calcine and Saffira turned up with Tansy and Nova in tow. It was a big group filling out the cavernous shaft with a small underground pool. It was probably some kind of material transfer station before the mine got dmissioned, and the water hadete when someone had drilled a hole for it. Calcine had pressed Tansy and Nova around Saffira before wrapping all of them up in a hug, watching Brandy worm her way into a slightly too-tight T-shirt, stretching a poor Lopunny''s face out to proportions that really weren''t ttering. "We missed you, Brandy!" Tansy called, her voice a little muffled under Calcine''s weight. "Calcine showed us how Fire can spice things up. Was really good." "I barely handled them," Calcine smiled, "I was horribly outssed. Thank you for going easy on me." "Got to save a little something for next time." Saffira looked a lot less nervous around Calcine now. Riding her into the ground seemed one way to get over your jitters. "I''m going to Hulbury with you, Brandy. I''m short one Pok¨¦mon to join the Tournament, but at least we have a team to cheer on now." "You''ll have to meet Maple so you can cheer for her too," Brandy said as she swished her skirt to check everything was tucked in. It also worked to cast a silence across the small crowd, a wall of hungry eyes staring at Brandy. She was actually kind of used to that. When she''d been on the school volleyball team, their games hadn''t been small, and the cheering had beenpletely chaotic for her. This felt a lot like that, which, again, really made Brandy feel she''d missed out on some very obvious signs growing up. She''d not have met her high school sweetheart Cherry if she''d been better at noticing flirting, so she didn''t regret it. Brandy gave her skirt another spin, the swish getting a chorus of whistled approval. Such power she had with these legs, she really should use it less responsibly. "Well!" Brandy pped. "Since I have everyone''s attention. Can I get my whole team, please?" Calcine disentangled herself from Saffira''s team with some kisses to the back of hands, while Victoria strode back to her Noi''s andy back against a pile of them like she was atop a batty throne. They showered her in affection. It was impressive how many Pok¨¦mon Victoria was handling, even if they were all the same type. They all seemed to adore her, and their minor squabbles never blew up into actual trouble. She had a gift that could have onlye from focusing on being good at one thing and throwing her all into it. Saffira''s team was more rambunctious, and it was only through Saffira dedicating her attention to them in turn that they settled down. Tansy was bubbly and easily distracted, while Nova seemed always on the edge of an outburst and had to be calmed down and made to focus. Her ability to divide her attention between them even though they needed different things was also impressive, another kind of skill. From what she''d seen of them fighting, it all tranted too. "Victoria, you seem better getting the most out of Moves. If we review some of the ones I don''t use much, maybe you can give me pointers?" Brandy said earnestly. She really did want the help. "Saffira, you''re really good at teamposition, and the way Tansy and Nova fought was tight. Can you weave it all together if Victoria helpsy it out?" "I''ve got a style that suits me," Saffira said, "Not sure it''ll be entirely your thing. But I can try! At the very least, I can give you some Calcine tips." "I know Morgan the best," Victoria said, "Shall we start with her? She''s the newest member of your team. You''ve more to explore with her, I think." Brandy tipped a hand for Morgan to take the center of the impromptu ring they''d formed. Morgan adjusted her hat and struck a pose, one wing behind her neck, the other stretched out along with a leg into a very foppish bow, tipping her hat to Victoria at the end of it. "Brandy''s familiar with my Gust," Morgan said, a swirl of green air floating around her wings. "It''s not as devastating as most wind moves. It can''t really blow people right off their feet. But I have a lot of fine control with it." "Perfect for assisting others," Saffira said, "Guiding in Calcine''s mes or Sparky''s webs." "I just don''t miss," Sparky grinned. "But if you want to nudge people into them, that''d be a help." "It works both ways," Victoria said as she gave a series of heads ear rubs. "It can frustrate anyone trying to do the same. You used it a lot when we fought to soften falls so your team could fight more recklessly. It made it too hard for me to control the fight, which is usually my specialty." "I can use it to help people fly, but it''s not elegant. I don''t have the strength. It''s more like a tform of thick air they can stand on, but they can push through it without too much effort." Morgan shrugged. "Until it improves, it''s not much use for people actively resisting it." "Could we use it as a tform for Sparky?" Brandy asked. "Something for her to bounce off." "Oh, that''d be sick," Sparky grinned. "If you''re quick, I could get some crazy height bouncing back and forth; it could let me get off a really high shot on someone hiding." "I''d be willing to practice that," Morgan said, her wings flurrying to thicken the air behind Sparky so the Bug could bounce back off it. She sunk in a little. It didn''t give her much height at all. More of a sticky pad for now; practice would improve that. "Gust, I think we have well covered." Victoria said, "Astonish is your feathery teleport. Which I think is simple enough. It lets Morgan dodge attacks and be where she needs to be." Tansy whispered hurriedly into Saffira''s ear, and Saffira nodded before speaking up. "Can you get out of Sparky''s webs with it? Could she web you down with an opponent, and then you could use Astonish to get out?" "That should work." Morgan said, "I can''t bring anything with me when I use Astonish. That would include things that impede me. It doesn''t dry me off, so maybe it''s how close the contact is?" It was simple to test. Sparky shot a web at Morgan''s arm, and then Morgan fluttered out of it by breaking apart into her swarm of ck feathers. The web stayed where it was, dropping to the floor with a sad p. "I hate you''ve got a way out of my webs," Sparky huffed. "I guess I just have to electrocute you through them so you stay still first." "Or maybe you''ll get tougher to escape webster." Victoria said, "Pok¨¦mon moves tend to be stronger the less versatile they are. My Noibat''s Air Cutter can''t do the tricks Morgan''s Gust can, but it can shred clothes and wear down defenses a lot better." Brandy knew that already. Calcine''s newer moves were stronger but less versatile versions of her older ones. Still, it was nice of Victoria to mention it, so she just took the advice with a smile. "It''s thest two. I think we don''t use enough," Brandy said. "Feint Attack, Calcine do you mind?" "Not at all," Calcine offered her arm up to Morgan. Morgan raised her hand, ck energy bleeding off her fingertips as she raked them down Calcine''s arm. Calcine groaned as they raced down, her body tensing up with pleasure. It wasn''t quite an orgasm, but if it got a Carkol shivering, it was still pretty fucking good. "I''m familiar with those ws," Victoria smirked. "I''ve some delicious back scratches as a trophy fromst night. If Morgan can get in close on someone, she can work them up really quickly." "It''s basically Bug Bite, but they don''t moan as much," Sparky said, going for a chomp on Brandy''s arm. A boop on the nose fended her off, her teeth snapping at Brandy''s fingers. "Use it like Bug Bite then," Victoria said," It doesn''t need to all beplicated. Both Moves let Sparky or Morgan disable someone they can get at the flesh of. A great move against Trainers and pretty good against Pok¨¦mon. Both could finish a fight if you time it right." Creating the space to do that would be the trick. Sparky was really vulnerable when Bug Biting. She was literally attached. Any Pok¨¦mon could just swat her out of the game if they weren''t tied down first. Morgan''s Feint Attack let her fight back a bit more but didn''t have the same orgasmic punch to it. Again, another power and versatility trade-off, just this time across Types. "Herst one''s the trickiest." Brandy groaned. "Can you show Saffira Morgan? I''m sure Victoria knows by now." "Of course," Morgan said as she stepped over to the Rock Ace and her team. She stroked Saffira''s chin with the tips of her fingers and then scratched behind Tansy''s ears. Tansy took it rather stoically while Saffira immediately began to squirm in ce. "I can swap sensation around people I touch. Saffira feels like her ears are being scritched right now." "I need to do this more for you," Saffira gasped, "Oh fuck, this feels good!" "Bad bitches need scritches," Nova agreed, joining in the scratching and having Saffira almost melt against her, her leg bouncing wildly in a reflexive outlet for the feelings she was enjoying. "Well, that''s one clear use," Victoria chuckled, "If you want other clever uses. You could have Morgan do all sorts of things with it. Perhaps if she sees Brandy about to take a hit, she could pass it on to Calcine, who''d feel it less. Or have Sparky Bug Bite Brandy, only to pass it down the chain onto one of their Pok¨¦mon. It''s hard to give advice. The possibilities are endless." "It does require me to be touching them," Morgan said, "I guess Astonish helps move me around quickly. But still, in the heat of the moment, I think we''ll need practice with it. Long exnations of what you want don''t really work in a battle." "True, I need to be able to call it, and you can pull it off. I''ll think about this one. Come up with something for tomorrow. Still, the idea of using it for more than just fucking and forey is fascinating. If you got into a grapple with a Pok¨¦mon, could you have them hit themselves?" "If I could focus in the tumble, I believe so? " Morgan bit her lip. "I only pass sensations across. I''m still taking them lumps. But it might scare off some melee types who don''t realize what''s happening." "So if you fake it well enough, you can make them think you''re invincible." Calcine said, "Putting on a good show is your specialty." "Oh! Thank you, Calcine." Morgan leaned up to give the Carkol a peck on the cheek. Then, a pat on the rear to push her into the center of the circle. "Well, now we''ve spilled all my fighting secrets. Let''s hear what we can do with our tall, dark, fiery meatshield." "I got some ideas," Saffira licked her lips. They probably weren''t constructive, but Brandy was still curious. So they gave her a few minutes to brag about their night together before they focused on Calcine properly. Getting her all heated up before the show probably helped, and that was excuse enough. 191 – Firefly Talent Show 191 ¨C Firefly Talent Show Calcine stood in the middle of the group with her head held high. Hip cocked, she''d already been soaked before joining them to clean off, and her body heat was causing a little steam to curl off her body. Her fluttering cape behind her cast a warm glow over the cavern. She had a presence that grabbed the attention, which was perfect for her role of soaking up the hits for her squishier partners. "I love this Move," Saffira sighed, "Best Move." "I''m just standing here," Calcine said. "Yeah. Love that." Brandy snorted. Saffira would hopefully help out once she stopped being so distracted. At least if they ever fought, Brandy knew exactly what Saffira''s weakness was. Not that she was much better; it was awfully nice to stare at Calcine. "Start with Rock Tomb!" Tansy called out, "We''re Move buddies with that one." It used to be Rock Polish and was probably the Move Calcine used the most. The ability to quickly reshape earth and rock was so helpful in a fight it had really overshadowed her other Moves. Rock Tomb was more explosive than Rock Polish. Calcine gestured down low with a hand, and a pir of rock shot up from behind her for her to lean on. "You''ve no idea how confusing that is to me." Victoria said, "My girls'' sound waves get all confused for a moment. It''s like you shimmer, and then there''s a wall behind you. Worse than Psychics for my senses." "No way it''s the best. So useful," Brandy grinned. "Calcine canpletely reshape a fight. She cut a floor out of an office block once, and we just used it as a ramp to run right up. Or made a big donut arena for us to fight in vs. a whole bunch of fliers." "You broke a whole office?" Nova perked up. "I want to break a whole office." "It was trying to beat us up," Calcine said. "And I only broke a little bit of it." "We probably don''t have time to unpack that. I can certainly see why you love it," Victoria nodded, "It lets you control the battlefield and disable fighters. I wish I had something that effective; it''d go great with Supersonic. Change everything around them after they lose their senses, so they can''t even use their memory." Something to bear in mind if Brandy got some confusing moves of her own. There were plenty of options; maybe Sparky or Morgan might pick one up as their Moves grew. "me Charge is a big Carkol move. What about that one?" "One of you send in a Double Team, please," Victoria said. "Let her show off." A Noibat mbered out of the pile in a way that made the eyes water. Very briefly joined with another, it was like she budded into two, dusting herself off and pping up out of arm''s reach of Calcine. Calcine let mes wreath her arm, sizzling hottest where her skin glowed red until Brandy had to shield her eyes from the bright me. When Calcine threw it, she did it fast, blink, and you''d miss her arm stabbing out with ance of me that drilled into the Noibat clone and broke her apart in a show of sparkles. Pok¨¦mon could take some pretty big hits, and Humans had inherited a lot of that toughness, but it was still pretty shocking just how powerful their moves could be. It was hard to imagine anyone getting hit by that and not getting put on their ass. "Oh fuck yeah," Nova whistled. "Hit me, hit me!" Nova waved her arms as Saffira wrestled the excitable bluedy back into herp. Calming her with some yful ps to her belly. It made sense that a Pok¨¦mon with Explosion would love the chance to test her toughness. That wasn''t a Move you picked up if you had a lot of self-preservation. Strong as it looked, Brandy had to remember it might not phase anyone who was a Rock Type. Or Water. Or Dragon. Or ... okay, maybe quite a lot of Pok¨¦mon could take that hit and even enjoy it, but it was still really impressive. "You move a lot quicker when on fire. Do you have to throw it out when you hit?" Victoria said, "Or could you use it as a personal boost?" "It bleeds off," Calcine says, holding a fireball in her hand and showing them. It swirled in her palm, little bits of it flicking off in small arcs of fire as it shrank down. "And it takes a few moments to get it going." Right. me Charge. Because you had to charge it up. "Rock''s big weakness is they tend to be slow," Saffira said, Nova blowing on her palms to help soothe the sore palms she''d got from drumming her belly. "People will try just to avoid you. Why Tansy is so great, she''s got a lot of really quick moves and ways to keep people still so Nova can light them up." "Aw, thanks, boss," Tansy bounced in her seat, leaning until she tipped onto Saffira''s side. "I guess being able to go fast in bursts is almost as good as me." Calcine hadined about herck of speed. That could be why Incinerate had grown, to let her have more mobility. Brandy would have to keep an eye on it, make sure to send her on the offense when she heated up, and have everyone pick up the ck so she could recharge when she ran out. "Smack Down is my ranged move. I set a rock ame and throw it like a meteorite. It hits hard," Calcine stared at Sparky. "Or makes a perfect rock-palmed p up close." Sparky blew her kisses and wiggled her butt in Brandy''sp. "Seriously, it''s to die for." "Oh, I''ve tried it," Saffira nodded, "Keep that one. It''s ... woof. Very good." Brandy needed a turn with that, it seemed. She wasn''t a big spanking girl, but a fiery, empowered one from aplete hottie she could try out. "The two I think we''re leaving short are Rapid Spin and Smokescreen." Calcine shrugged. "Smokescreen worked great when I was alone, but it doesn''t help the team much now as everyone needs to see what they''re doing. Rapid Spin is okay, too, but I can cover most of it with my other moves." "Sounds like you need to consider if you want to keep moves that are useful in only a few situations," Victoria said, "Smokescreen might be useless a lot of the time, but the one time you''ll want it, you''ll really want it. Ranged-heavy teams really hate having their ability to see taken away. It''s no Supersonic, but it''d work perfectly for that." Calcine didn''t look convinced. Brandy liked plenty of options, but Calcine was more concerned about the maximum effect of her tools. She''d probably lose it after a sleep in the Binding Ball. Brandy wasn''t going to argue to keep it. Hiding away wasn''t Calcine''s thing anymore. She''de out of her shell, her Moves needed to reflect who she was. "Sparky likes Rapid Spin." Brandy said, "You should keep it. Being able to wind things up, make people dizzy, or do a long bomb with whatever you get your hands is useful." "Yeah, you can throw me so far with it!" Sparky grinned. "Keep it. I don''t get dizzy, and it''s pretty great how you use it in bed. Remember how we used it on Mercury?" Brandy certainly did; she sometimes woke up in a sweat, dreaming about that. The good sweats, heart thumping, and mind fizzing. "There''s something to be said for a Move that''s good between the sheets," Victoria nodded. "It''d be embarrassing to win the fight and somehow get ruined even when you''re on top with them all worked up." "I could barely keep up with her," Saffiraughed, "And I''m a bit of a beast. She''s outstanding. Anything that makes her better in bed, you should keep. Maybe it''ll turn into Fire Spin if you keep it, and that Move is absolute gold." Calcine seemed happier about that than Smokescreen; Sparky''s enthusiasm had rubbed off on her. "I''ll give it a shot. Smokescreen too, if we don''t rest up before the Tournament. I''d rather not. Fenny''s Fire Stone is almost recharged; I''d rather we had that ready to go for the fight than a new Move I''m not used to." The Fire Stone will let Calcine try out her final evolution, Coalossal. It was a fairly rare Pok¨¦mon. Most Third Stage Evolutions were almost impossible to attain in the wild by all but the most fearsome of wild Pok¨¦mon, and any that pulled it off attracted Trainers like honey attracted Combee''s. Brandy had never seen a Coalossal except in Cartoons, and you couldn''t rely on them to give a proper impression. She knew they were big; the name was a giveaway, but she hadn''t looked up how big they were. She didn''t want to ruin the surprise. Calcine was going to be her first. They had a few more minutes going over the finer details of Calcine''s power before it was Sparky''s turn to be pushed into the circle. She snagged Calcine before she could leave, mbering up on her to stand atop her shoulders. Calcine wobbled to try to bnce her, but it didn''t even matter. Sparky danced over her back and shoulders with the effortless grace of a mountain goat. "Okay!" Sparky said, "I am the queen of Electroweb and Bug Bite, so I don''t need tips. Sticky Zappy Web isn''t a big puzzle, and we covered Bug Bite with Morgan''s Feint Attack. My impable bnce here is thanks to Agility. Calcine hand up high!" Calcine raised an arm, her palm out, and Sparky bounced over onto that, lightly bncing one foot atop it, one leg bent for bnce and hands behind her back. She made it look effortless. "It''s terrific." "Bet you can''t do a finger," Saffira said, "It''s only so good." Calcine didn''t even need to be told. She flipped Saffira off, and Sparky hopped atop the outstretched middle finger. The Rock Type didn''t even sweat about having the weight of a whole Joltik bnced on the end of a digit while Sparky took a bow atop it. "You owe me a bet." "We didn''t really say what the bet was," Saffira shrugged. "You''re going to travel with us. I''ll think of something." Sparky grinned. "But first, my other Moves! Thunder Wave and .... Brandy?" "Infestation." Brandy snapped right back. "You do know?" Sparky said, dropping back to sit on Calcine''s shoulder, hugging around her head. "Crazy. You never use it." "Covering people in lil'' yellow bugs isn''t exactly sexy." "Fair," Sparky shrugged. "But it is funny! We''ll find someone you don''t mind using it on." "Thunder Wave is a big indiscriminate st of Electricity." Saffira said, "It''s kind of like a much weaker Explosion. You have to be careful of hitting your own side, but the increased sensitivity it gives can be really distracting." "So getting Sparky amongst them fast could give you a big early advantage. Or use it as a panic button if you''re being overwhelmed." Victoria said, "If you''d used it against me, I''d have been in trouble. Don''t need to be able to see to hit with an explosion." That is a good point. It was a helpful way to hit things that hid or tried to swarm. She really should get Sparky to use it more. Infestation though... "I just feel bad covering people in bugs. I mean, all the bites must suck." "They''re cute bugs!" Sparky huffed. "Do I need to cover you in them?" "Don''t you dare," Brandy felt itchy just thinking about it. "If you want to keep it, I''ll work with it. Can you control the bugs?" "Now, that is a good question," Sparky said, rolling her hand and producing a small, fuzzy little yellow bug with four legs. It bounced about on her palm. "I can''t really ask them to do anythingplicated. They''re stupid." "Unlike you," Morgan said. "Unlike me, who is a big, genius, smart girl." Sparky cackled. "I can give them simplemands. Go here and jump someone. Chase them. Hide. And I can only have one swarm at a time." The cute little bug on her palm sparkled with electricity, a tinny clicking snap as it rolled out into the air. "So they don''t have to bite?" Brandy raised an eyebrow. "They can just give little shocks?" "Yeah, I guess, but it''s not as effective. Or funny." "That I could work with." Brandy bit her bottom lip. "Oh yeah, I got some great ideas for that." "Dibs not it on that experiment," Morgan said, "I''m happy to train, but I draw the line at covered in bugs. No matter how fuzzy they are." Sparky set the bug down, and it began bounding towards Morgan, who teleported back in a sh of ck feathers. "Don''t you dare!" "She loves you, Morgan. You''re just so alluring!" Sparky cackled as the Infestation bug bounced after her, "Just one hug and she''ll be satisfied." "Calcine, save me!" Morgan yelped as she pped over the bug to the other side of the cavern. "Keep that thing away!" Chaos was a good sign the show was over, but it brought up a lot of good ideas. Brandy could weave some of those together, and it felt like everyone had a clearer picture of what they wanted to do for the tournament fight. Now, the only big question was, who would be their opponent? Also, how fast could they get to the beach? Maple in a swimsuit was waiting, and it was insane they weren''t already running to get there. 192 – We Are Free to See the Sea 192 ¨C We Are Free to See the Sea "She''s said goodbye to the same Noibat four times now," Calcine said, arms folded as she watched Sparky run about, shaking hands. "I don''t know if she''s doing it on purpose." "Probably on purpose," Brandy smiled as she watched Sparky spin around and shake hands with the same one again, "They deserve a little teasing. She can have her fun. Sure you don''t want toe, Victoria?" "My girls don''t like the daylight much," Victoria said, giving everyone a polite curtsey, "And it''s been a long time since we''ve lost a battle. They''ll be squabbling all day anyway. You don''t need to put up with that. Let me calm things down, and then maybe, sometime at night, when you''re least expecting it. We''lle for a rematch." "I already have a rival," Brandy blushed, "A Rapidash from back home. She''s a bit driven." "I could fight her for you." Victoria folded her arms. "I doubt she can bring anything a swarm of Noibat don''t." Morgan had her hands apart and waggled her eyebrows. Brandy wasn''t sure Victoria could see eyebrow waggles with her sonar vision, but she seemed to get the gesture. "Goodness," Victoria pushed her red-tinted sses up her nose and shook her hair. "Tempting, but she''s all yours. I''m saving a challenge like that for my first Noivern." "First?" Saffira looked at the small swarm of Noibats that were mobbing Sparky, "What if they all evolve at once?" "Thene to my funeral and tell everyone I died happy." Victoriaughed and clicked her tongue, the Noi''s swarming around her. "I''ll be seeing you around. Maybe you''ll see me too." She faded away. The glint of her sses sparkled in the air before that also vanished. Brandy knew it was just Roost that made her disappear, but it was such a cool exit she didn''t have the heart to poke at the space and ruin the illusion. "I actually enjoyed this quite a lot," Calcine stretched her legs out and rolled her shoulders. Saffira stared at her like a starving dog the whole time. She had it so bad for Calcine that it was a little funny. "We''re going to try to make up the time, Saffira, are you okay with a hard pace?" "Love hard," Saffira nodded, "Rock Aces are all about the hard." Sparky popped out of the air in front of them, gasping as she dragged herself along the invisible pile of Noibats. She flopped onto her face and slid down to the ground, bouncing off invisible elbows and wings until shended in a heap before Brandy. "I think I''m good to go," Sparky groaned. "Let''s get out of this mine before they suck me dry." Brandy didn''t ask if she meant sucked dry of blood. She knew the answer. --- "You really don''t have swimsuits?" Tansy said as she bounced on her heels just ahead of the group. It wasn''t that she was leaving them behind or even hurrying them up. Tansy always seemed eager to see things first, chasing after Morgan in the air and asionally racing up to the top of hills to take a peek at what was ahead before running back to tell Saffira. It looked exhausting, but Nova and Saffira smiled and listened every time. Scratching behind her ears before sending the Rockruff off with a p on the rear. Her enthusiasm was so earnest it was infectious. Brandy couldn''t wait to get some greasy Hulbury street food and then hit the shops. Maybe not in that order. If she went into a changing room smelling of fried fat, someone woulde in and take a bite. "I did have a swimsuit, but I''ve kind of outgrown it," Brandy smirked. "You must know how it is. Saffira''s probably changed a lot too." "She used to be tubby," Nova said. "Like a boulder." "I was not!" Saffira punched Nova''s arm, then sucked her knuckles when her arm bounced off Nova''s tough dark blue skin. "I kept in shape because I wanted to be Rock Ace. But Nova has unrealistic standards." "You were perfect," Tansy said as she swept up beside Saffira, running a hand over her side. "Now you''re just more perfect." "You''d love an actual rock if we told you it was Saffira," Nova snorted, "Yourpliments don''t count." Brandy knew that wasn''t true. Getting a dumbpliment always made her feel better. It didn''t matter if it waspletely stupid. The important thing was they cared enough to do it. Sparky rarely was honest with her feelings if she hadn''t been fucked silly likest night, but Brandy knew her well enough to know that whatever she gave attention to, she cared about. In her own odd way. "Do we need swimsuits? Brandy could just swim nude." Sparky grinned. "Everyone will be too busy staring at her legs to notice anything else." A perfect example. That was apliment about her body! Also, probably a genuine suggestion. "You can see Brandy naked anytime," Nova said, "But you''re only getting her in a swimsuit a few times a year." "Only getting her out of one a few times a year, too," Calcine nodded. "Enjoy the novelty Sparky." "I can''t argue with hot rockdies. You know what''s best for me." Nova and Calcine nodded at this wisdom. Sparky took it as her cue to help Tansy annoy Morgan, trying to the flying Murkrow out of the sky while Tansy pulled on the webs like a kite string. Nova and Saffira were quieter when she wasn''t about, and Calcine was happy to hold her hand and walk. It was peaceful, and Brandy enjoyed the calm before the storm. The feeling stayed through a quick lunch where Saffira insisted on cooking on the camp stove. Not that she had to cook much, she was incredibly organized and had everything ready in little stic tubs. Some onion rings and little spicy vegetable bites in little pastry parcels that were really good. It was mild enough; even Sparky had one, though she made some funny faces the whole time she ate it. Morgan said she couldn''t really taste spices, which Brandy knew wasmon with Flying types. Another thing to note for when she cooked, she''d have to buy a bottle of honey to add sweetness to Morgan''s food. Also, a second backup bottle for when they inevitably used the first for sex stuff. Shortly after lunch, they got to the top of a hill Morgan, Sparky and Tansy were waiting on. Striking poses as they waved to what was beyond. Hulbury! The sandy beaches packed with people and colorful umbres, the long old piers with all their shops. Scoria had won Brandy a Sharpedo plushy from the w machines when she was really young, and she''d kept that thing until it was more patches than plushy. She''d also had her chips stolen by Wingulls, a tradition she wouldn''t let happen to her again. The red and white striped lighthouse at the very end of the docks had a banner hanging off it with a puffy-haired Whimscott advertising the tournament. It was crazy Brandy could even see that from here, Sparky''s eyes were something else. And the sea! Shining in the sun, stretching out in a great blue field to the horizon with little boats floating on it, and even one massive ssy-looking white cruise liner going into port. It just all looked like good, wholesome fun, and Brandy couldn''t wait to get down there. The Hulbury gym was the zed cherry atop the cake. She''d been to it before; it was open to kids on holiday days, and it had been an absolute st because the Hulbuy gym also doubled as a waterpark. She remembered every colorful slide and drop inside of it, the padded gantries under her feet. She had no idea how a waterpark would work for a gym challenge, and trying to peek didn''t reveal anything. The gym''s walls were made of ss like a giant fishbowl. You couldn''t see anything inside it was all distorted, but the vivid color of the slides gave it a very cute rainbow pattern. A massive ssh of water blossomed from the gym''s top, sshing a few people rxing on the grass outside. "Damn," Sparky whistled, "I hope we make that big a .... ssh." "I''m notughing at any pun you do a dramatic pause for," Brandy said, somewhat undercut by Morgan and Tansy''s giggles. "What''s your n, Saffira? We want to get swimsuits and hit the beach, but I don''t want to just abandon you." "I guess I''ll just have to squeeze into a swimsuit of my own with you," Saffira sighed, "I sacrifice so much for friends." "Brandy," Nova took Brandy''s hands and sped them together. Her long, messy waves of blue hair draped over Brandy''s forearms as the yellow jewel of an eye gleamed. "I''ve not said it yet, but I''m so d to make a new friend." "You''re getting a swimsuit too," Calcine said, "Saffira saw me naked. Only fair she sees you naked." "That is fair," Nova nodded, "Can''t argue with that." People said Rock Types could be too polite and reasonable to be sexy. Clearly, they''d never actually met a Rock type; they made being reasonable sexy, and being polite a way to make everyone smile. Everyone was going to be absolutely terrible picking Brandy''s beach outfits; she just knew it, but Brandy didn''t mind. She was going to get a good show out of it in return. 193 – Beach Ready Bodies 193 ¨C Beach Ready Bodies SweetTreat: Brandy "Tortiglioni" Long-Legs Joyce, if you send me any more pictures of your thighs, I am going to go FERAL. Brandy giggled in the changing booth as Sparky snapped another shot of her legs with Brandy''s Pok¨¦dex, catching just a tiny slice of the red fabric of hertest swimsuit. Sparky sent the picture with an evil cackle. The reply came shortly after with a tiny ding. SweetTreat: Brandy "Fusillini" Fire-Blood Joyce, I hope you''re not paying a lot for that swimsuit because I will tear it off with my teeth. This was too much fun. Brandy could do this all day. Sparky waved the Pok¨¦dex at her, and Brandy took it, deciding to show a little mercy with a reply. BrandyButter: We''ll be done soon. Are you still on the beach? SweetTreat: Tell me where you are, and I''lle to you. BrandyButter: Sounds like you''re already ing" to me. Sparky had poked herself up between Brandy''s arms and nearly choked reading her texts. "Brandy, if you''re sucking her dick, I want a turn!" Morgan called from outside the stall. "Stop stalling and show off the goods." "We''re just teasing Maple. I''ll be out in a second, I swear." Brandy giggled as she read the reply. SweetTreat: Brandy "Mezze Penne Rigati" Tounge-Twizzler Joyce, I will get sand in ces you didn''t even know existed. BrandyButter: All your pasta pet names are horrible. I don''t have a middle name, and you''re not picking it if I want one. SweetTreat: I''m going to put something in your middle, and you''ll love it. Now get your beautiful butt down the beach with speed. Brandy clicked the Pok¨¦dex shut with a shake of her head. Winding up a Water Ace would have some real repercussions, but it was impossible to not try to stir up that Tsunami. She wanted Maple to show off what she''d learned. "I''m so proud of you," Sparky sniffed as Brandy gotfy in her swimsuit. "That was bratty poetry." "I was tutored by the best," Brandy kissed Sparky''s forehead. "You have to keep Mahi''s ws out of me. Get Holly to help. I''m relying on you." "Mahi said she''d made peace!" Morgan yelled from outside, "Get out here, or we''re alling in." Morgan was very impatient when waiting for a show. Brandy pulled back the curtain, shrouding herself from the waiting crowd. Arceus, what a sight they all were. Tansy was sitting happily in Saffira''sp. The Rockruff wrapped up in a tight-fitting one-piece, the grey of her hair matching the sleek swimsuit with white bands, her tail poking out the back and wagging madly against Saffira. Saffira had a matching suit, but it had some cutouts for the stomach and back, which were really showing off her best assets. She was going to kill on the beach. Brandy wasn''t sure she''d be able to follow that act. Nova was going through a rack of swimsuits that looked more like lingerie, half piled over her arms, ready for trying out. It only got better. Calcine stood patiently waiting, wearing a white bikini top with a cut tassel knot on the front. Brandy desperately wanted to unpick. Her white ruffled short skirt to go with it was cute as hell. Sparky had nearly set the ce on fire from all the sparks when she''d first seen it, so she had to go into the changing room with Brandy to avoid a future fire hazard. Sparky had gotten a matching swimsuit, but in a cheerful blue to match her eyes. The pair''s ongoing romance was always cute when it red up. Morgan had been the trickiest fit, not exactly enjoying anything too tight. She had a strapless ck summer dress that mainly seemed to be held on by Murkrow cheating and sheer willpower. It was gorgeous on her, but the Murkrow could have worn trash bags stitched together, and she''d still make it seem fabulous with her stance and sheer confidence. It was a shame Morgan hated wearing clothes because she was so very good at it. Compared to them all, Brandy felt horribly in, holding the curtain tighter to herself. "You sure you want to see it?" Morgan swished a wing, billowing the curtain with wind and blowing it right out of Brandy''s grip. Brandy felt her bikini flutter. She''d gone for a red to match her hair and eyes with the ssic triangle-cut top and thong. Trinket had taught her how to tie very good knots, so thankfully, it didn''t alle apart. Brandy still didn''t feel like she was wearing a lot. She had side boob. She''d never had side boob before. Her side boob kicked ass, but it was still new. "Fuck me over the checkout," Nova dropped the swimsuit she was looking at as she stared at Brandy. "I knew you had some gorgeous legs, but that is sinful." "Worth the wait," Morgan whistled, "Look at our girl, she''s ready to break hearts." "You''ve all seen me naked," Brandy blushed, "This really that different?" "We''ve seen the canvas," Morgan said, "This is the masterpiece. You were made to be put in swimsuits." "I was made to take her out of them," Calcine growled. "I love it. Shows off your new figure. You have a lot of figure to show off now." Brandy was going to catch fire if she blushed anymore. Compliments weren''t meant to be endured this point-nk. "Get an eyeful for the road," Brandy begged, "You''re all so embarrassing." "I''m d I''m not goingst," Saffira chuckled, "I couldn''t follow that?" "I''m going to blow you all away," Nova said as she slipped past Brandy into the changing room. "Oh shit, the back is excellent as well. Sparky spin her." Sparky was more than eager to spin Brandy around, showing off the butt. The thong was riding a bit, and Brandy could feel the stares on her skin. The silence was ravenously hungry. "I need to get a Joltik," Saffira said after a long, long pause. "We''re not curvy enough for you?" Tansy teased, wrapping her fluffy tail around Saffira, "Nova! She''s being self-conscious again!" "If you''ve got a t ass, it''s because Tansy and I have pounded it t," Nova called from inside the changing room. "It''s still very squeezable, no being jealous." Brandy couldn''t help but grin. It wasn''t nice to make people feel self-conscious, but there was only so guilty you could feel about someone being envious of your juicy butt. She was definitely getting this bikini. Besides, Saffira had abs you could grate cheese on. She could settle for second-prize hips. "You think the smoothness is Calcine?" Sparky said as she ran a finger along Brandy''s thigh. "Saffira''s glossy too." "I shave and suffer for these legs, thank you very much," Saffira said, "I''m trying to attract a third Pok¨¦mon, remember? I have to look my best." Brandy also shaved, but she had noticed it took less efforttely. Maybe she was going to end up all Carkol glossy eventually. That''d be neat; She would not be sad to retire her razor. "Now that you mention a third pok¨¦mon," Brandy said, something nagging at the back of her mind. "You said you couldn''t get into the Wandering Whimscott without three?" "We''ll find one!" Nova yelled, "I want in. There''ll be one on the beach. They''ll melt when they see us in these." "Three Pok¨¦mon, no more than Five Badges." Saffira nodded, "It''s for new and eager talent. Have you ever watched it? It''s pretty fun." "Only highlight clips." Brandy said, "It came to Turrfield once, but I was too young to go to the proper one. They put on a kiddies show, but you know how those are. All fake fights and goofy threats." "I''d be so good at that," Sparky grinned. "Morgan would too. Calcine could be our manager." "You''d swear too much." Calcine shook her head. "We''d have to censor you." "Kids love swear words! We''d be so popr." Sparky wasn''t wrong, but Brandy preferred the real deal. The fake fights had always been a bit too goofy for her. Unless there was a bunny or shark Pok¨¦mon involved, of course. Those were umissable. --- Brandy had lost track of thought. She was still trying to find it again when Nova came out of the dressing room in a truly odd outfit. Brandy had never seen suspenders on a navy blue bikini before. Weirdly, it did work with the rugged Boldore''s body. She looked like she was about to go to work on someone. From how Saffira was drooling, she''d be booked for work very soon. "Nice," Calcine said, "I should get suspenders." Calcine should get suspenders. Yes. That should happen. "We''re going to catch a third for sure. We got all day. Brandy, are you okay with us breaking off at the beach? We''ll catch up if we get lucky and show our new member off." "Yeah!" Brandy grinned, tugging the straps of her red bikini top. "I got this to show off to Maple. Get a third and join us in the tournament. It''s going to be a st." Meeting Maple again would be so fun, even if Brandy wasn''t sure if she should believe Mahi''s change of heart. She''d missed her girlfriend, and Holly and Sparky got along great, so they''d enjoy catching up too. Wait. Waiiiit. How the heck was Maple in the Tournament if she only had two Pok¨¦mon? 194 – Sparky Trips a Minefield 194 ¨C Sparky Trips a Minefield It was a beautiful day, and plenty of daylight left, so the beach was still absolutely heaving with bodies by the time they got there. The sound of tinny guitar music andughter could be heard over the gentle roar of the waves and the asional excited scream of a swimmer as they spotted the fins of a Water Pok¨¦mon gliding nearby or got buzzed by one of the many flying Pok¨¦mon. Just offshore, a giant banana boat of people got overturned with a chorus of excited wails from an errant hydro pump st. "Oof," Morgan had a cone of chips she''d picked up from the food vendors while they were hiring a beach umbre. Unovians called them Kalosian Fries, but they were weird. Morgan, the weird Unovian, was carefully eating them, shading the cone with her hat''s brim. "This is far too many people for me. We have to walk into that?" "We do," Brandy smiled, "You can fly inter if you like once we find a spot to stake out near Maple. I don''t want you to be ufortable." "I''m not flying around in a Summer Dress," Morganughed. "I will handle it. Just don''t leave me alone, okay? I enjoy attention, but I don''t like things being out of my control. This is a very messy situation." "Promise," Sparky tucked herself under Morgan''s wing, "We got the bird''s back. You''re part of the team." "So kind," Morgan smiled and passed her paper cone of chips to Sparky. "Here, you earned these." "Aw, thanks!" Sparky beamed, picking at the snack. Brandy gave Morgan a re. Morgan put a finger up too her mouth and pleaded with her eyes for Brandy to keep her n a secret. If she were doing this to Calcine, Brandy would have stepped up, but there''s nothing a Bug Type loved more than a good prank, even if they were the victim. Brandy would let this one y out. "Maple will have a spot near the ocean," Calcine said, "It makes sense for her team. They''d be happiest in the water." "Yeah, her and her curiously small team of aggressively sexydies," Sparky said as she wiped her salty fingers on her fur. Messy pup. "I wonder who her third Pok¨¦mon is. Maybe she''s got a Dewpider?" A Bug Type who had a Water''s knack for makingdies'' hearts melt. Brandy imagined someone with dirty jokes that''d make her ears burn. She really, really hoped that wasn''t it. It didn''t feel right anyway. "She''s a Fighting Type at heart. She''ll want one good for her teamposition." Brandy said, "We saw Mahi fight Maple, and she''s a bit of a mid-range brawler with her water moves and horn. Holly is a Marill and-" "Awesome?" Sparky grinned as their feet crunched over the sand. "You should have seen her go throughdies at the club. She was like a sexy chainsaw massacre." "I-" Brandy faltered. "Really don''t want to imagine what that means." "The screams." Sparky shivered. "The screams." Calcine affectionately clipped her around the back of the head. "We haven''t seen Holly fight, but a Marill will either be a lot of Soft Moves or some ranged support. Maple''s missing ... well, me." "Tall, handsome, and tough with a good butt?" Morgan said, "I agree, every team needs some of that." "What about wet and feathery?" They all turned to look at the new speaker, who''d just dropped right out of the sky. She looked a lot like Morgan. Tall and feathery, but instead of Morgan''s ssic ck, she had white feathers with a blue stripe along her midriff. She wore a baggy pair of Al pattern shorts and a puffy blue jacket that didn''t match at all. Her feathers scruffily stuck out of her clothes in big tufts. Her eyes were just two ck horizontal lines a bit thicker than a thumb, a little odd for eyes but cute in their own way. Her hopeful smile, with its vivid orange lipstick, was feared across Gr''s beaches. Brandy had been a victim of these menaces when she was younger; they couldn''t be stopped once they found their prey. "I''m not sure you''re built for taking hits," Sparky said, looking up at thenky bird. The bird woman bent at the hip, dropping until her nose almost touched Sparky''s. "Uh, no offense?" "Give us a chip, and all is forgiven." the woman smiled. "Wingull honor." Sparky fed her a chip, which she snapped out of Sparky''s fingers with a happy coo, then licked the salt off Sparky''s fingers with absolutely zero shame. "Give us another chip for a kiss?" the Wingull smiled, "I love the taste of you." Sparky looked like she''d brought her fishing rod to the shore, and a massive bass had jumped out at her feet before she''d even finished putting the bait on the hook. "Sure?" "Calcine," Brandy whispered, tugging at her hand. "You might want to step back?" The Wingull cleared her throat, then raised her head and yelled. "ONE KISS! ONE CHIP!" "Wha-" Sparky barely had time even to try to parse that before she was mobbed by a swarm of birddies,ying quick kisses all over Sparky''s body and stealing chips from her cone in a mad feeding frenzy, white and blue feathers flying everywhere. "Oh no you don''t, she''s mine!" Calcine dered and pushed into the throng, wrestling with all the Wingulls to try to pull Sparky out of the pile. Morgan was cackling properly, full-on evil witch cackling. Her back arched and a wing over her mouth as she interspersed the cackles with suggestions. "Go for her tummy! It''s especially kissable." "Morgan! Morgan, you''ll pa-ahahahahah-ay!" Sparky was a giggling mess amongst the ball of feathers, Wingull getting tossed left and right as Calcine tried to reach down and grab Sparky out of the ravenous mob. "Ladies, I love you, but I''m out of chips! I''m out!" "There''s salt in her fur!" one of the Wingull giggled, "Lick it all up." Sparky''s messiness came back to bite her. Poor Bug. The sand was getting kicked up everywhere by their wings, and a few people were watching them with amusement from their beach towels or scurrying to hide their chip cones. Trust Morgan to make a spectacle the moment they got here. Well, Brandy was happy to let Morgan and Sparky duel with their pranks, but she wouldn''t let the team appear to be chumps. "Sparky, Thunder Wave." A few crackles popped out of the pile, but Sparky was giggling too hard from the flurry of kisses to build up a charge properly. A few Wingulls bounced out of the mob with shocked gasps, but more joined the pile-on immediately. "Calcine, Rapid Spin." They might as well try out a newbo while they have the chance. "Morgan Gust to help make a whirlwind, let''s get them outta here!" Morgan stopped her cackling and waved her wings back and forth, her sun dress fluttering as she built a vortex around Calcine. "She''ll giggle herself to death if we don''t stop this. Go for it Calcine!" Calcine grabbed a Wingull and began to spin up on her heel, the wind trapped by her wings turning her into a living fan, bowling out Wingull across the beach. One or two skipped along the Ocean before they caught their wings and flitted off. It worked great! Unfortunately, the vortex wasn''t just throwing up Wingull, it was also sucking up sand, and as soon as they released it was going to go everywhere. "Tighten the cone!" someone called out over the whipping winds, "I''ll handle it!" "Morgan, pull it in," Brandy yelled. "We''ll try to drift it over the ocean if it doesn''t work." The sand closed in, forming a thin sand tornado. "Water Pulse!" the friendly voice yelled. Wait, Brandy knew that voice. Water flowed from the ocean and poured into the vortex, wetting the sand together. "Marina, Sheer Cold!" then, with a high-pitched snap, all the water and sand suddenly crackled with blue light and stopped in ce. A giant, sandy ice sculpture of a tornado now hung above the beach. Inside Calcine pressed a hand to the ice and melted their way out, one very dizzy Wingull under one arm and a Sparky covered in orange lipstick smacks under the other. "I need a cigarette." Sparky groaned. "Calcine, blow smoke into my mouth." "I''m going to melt this monstrosity we''ve made before people try to break bits off for the drinks and swallow sand," Calcine said as she put Sparky and a nauseous-looking Wingull down on the sand. "You two make up." "Kiss me, and I''ll be sick in your mouth." the Wingull groaned, holding a wing over her head. "Fair. Hey Morgan,e kiss this Wingull!" Sparky yelled. "She says she loves your style." If Morgan fell for that one, she deserved the revenge, gross as it was. There was some pping from the people around them and a fair bit of ogling of their swimsuits. Brandy was used to people looking at her; she''d always grown up with it, but now she knew it wasn''t all friendly nces as well. She couldn''t help but blush as she flexed an arm for them. Everyone loved a good show, especially when someone was posing at the end. Brandy only wanted to impress onedy right now, though. There was a Pok¨¦mon with her hand leaning on the giant ice spire. As Calcine melted it, some of the ice reformed to keep the whole thing stable, something she did so casually that she wasn''t even looking at it. Not the only casual thing about her, the glittering blue dress she had on could havee from a fairytale ball, though a fairytale that ended with someone getting stepped on by long, slender legs. Sparky had yet to volunteer, but it was only a matter of time. She had a silvery corsetid over her dress, and Brandy''s keen eyes could spot that there weren''t any joints; it was all one smooth piece molded to her body. She was looking down at Brandy with amused, silvery eyes. Down, because not only did she look ssy as hell, but she was incredibly tall. Taller even than Brandy, she towered over everyone with a long, graceful neck leading up to perfect cheekbones that gave her just that little extra edge in height. "You must be Brandy," she said, her voice mellow and soft. Like she was picking something politely off a menu. "I''ve heard so much about you." Up from her shoulder popped her trainer, long golden hair flowing behind her as she stood on something out of sight, hanging off the Pok¨¦mon''s body. "Hey there, my pretty Pappardelle." Maple grinned, "I thought I''d never get to see you. This is Marina. Isn''t she ... cool?" "Hah!" Sparky snorted on the ground. "Ice pun. Nice." Brandy shook her head. She was more worried about how odd the pasta nicknames were getting. "Thanks for the save. We make a good team." "We have excellent chemistry." Maple smirked, "Come on, I saved you a spot to nt your umbre. I want to hear all about what you''ve been up to. You can''t stay out of trouble for five seconds. I bet it''s been wild." Maple didn''t know how right she was. 195 – Snuggles in the Sun 195 ¨C Snuggles in the Sun Maple had saved them spots with some extra towels on the sand, and after some shuffling around and Rock Tombing an Umbre, Brandy was able to take a breather and just enjoy the sight of Maple and her new Pok¨¦mon partner. Calcine and Morgan immediately lept on Marina to ask more about her, leaving Brandy to take in the sights with Maple and Mahi. There was a lot for Brandy''s new eyes to enjoy. Brandy had expected to see skin from Maple when she''d hopped off the back of Marina''s metal corset, but she was actually wearing a really sporty, figure-hugging one-piece made of messy white and gold stripes with a sharp ck trim to separate the swimsuit colors from her silky looking skin. She hadn''t changed much since Brandyst saw her, but Maple was already gorgeous. Inheritance didn''t have a lot to fix. Maybe she was a little fitter? Her skin a bit glossier and smoother than before? Still effortlessly stunning, and Maple knew it. She had an amused smile on her face as Brandy watched her straighten out her team''s towels. Mahi was by her side, her swimsuit nothing more than a few strips of white fabric, letting her own white and red frills do most of the work of making her look fashionable. She waved to Brandy with two fingers as if scratching an itch in the air. "Maple looks a treat, doesn''t she?" Mahi said. Brandy has been expecting a barb there or some squirt bottle-based trick, but no. Just a little teasing. Maybe she really was going to bury the hatchet with their rivalry finally. "You''re barely wearing a stitch, Brandy, but respect. It works for you almost as good as it does for me." Was that apliment? Truly Brandy was in new waters. "Maple looks incredible. Hey Mahi. It''s been a while," Brandy said. She held out her hand to shake, but Mahi just stared at it with her eyebrows raised. Brandy''s skin began to crawl from embarrassment. "Uh..." Mahi pushed the hand gently out of the way and stepped up to Brandy, arms wide and an almost innocent smile on her face. She embraced Brandy, the hug firm and close, with a peck on the cheek. "There''s only one reason you should shiver around me Brandy Joyce," Mahi grinned, "And we''ll save that for tonight. Rx." Mahi''s voice was a low and soft purr, her words a mix of honesty and shameless flirtation. Her sea-blue eyes sparked with what Brandy could only describe as a fiery lust. In the tight hug, Brandy could feel her nerves reacting in a confused panic, her body growing warmer and warmer as Mahi''s unfairly perfect chest pressed against the bottom of hers. Mahi looked up from her cleavage with a predatory grin; it was a sight that got the blood racing with excitement and apprehensive fear. Brandy''s heart had reached her throat before Maple caught Mahi''s frills and tugged her back into a kiss. "Mahi, what did we discuss?" Maple affectionately admonished. "I''m trying," Mahi said, "Brandy''s such a spicy treat. You can''t me me for wanting a bite." Maple snorted and gave Mahi a pat on the butt, grabbing it and turning her around. "Sparky and Holly are catching up. Go share some stories and cool off. Please?" "Because it''s you." Mahi blew a kiss to Maple. Then reloaded and fired a second at Brandy. Brandy caught the kiss in the air and ate it, poking her tongue out at the Goldeen. "Keep that tongue warm for me. Enjoy the making up and making out, you two lovebirds." Maple watched her go, softly shaking her head, before dragging Brandy down onto the towel, their limbs all a tangle as they both gotfortable until Maple slipped into the curve of Brandy''s taller body. "She''s trying," Maple said up close. "Local Water Gym''s had us all a bit weepy since we cleared it. It''s been nice helping her be more confident in herself." "More?" Brandyughed gently, "That''s like pouring a cup of water into the sea." "You''d have said that about me just as we left school. Then I discovered I wasn''t as big a deal as I thought and had to rebuild myself." Maple ducked her head to snag her hair into Brandy''s fingers. Brandy eventually took the hint, stroking her hair and patting her head simultaneously. Maple''s feet kicked happily in the spoony hug as Brandy petted away. "Mahi''s trying to be better. I''ve picked up quite the mess of a team, and helping them fix things feels good. Like a bit of penance." "Penance? For what?" With a frown crossing her face, Maple''s head shifted on Brandy''s arm. It was there just a moment before she took a deep breath and sank back into the petting. "Looking down on people, thinking I was better. You did some nice work on me. I''m all pleasant now." "You were never that bad," Brandy kissed the top of Maple''s head. The sun beating down on her skin felt so lovely, the warmth of Maple''s body up close helping keep her new internal engine running nicely. "A bit prissy, but you still cared for us. I guess Mahi wasn''t that bad either, a bit sour about me, but she''s been treating you right?" "Best girl," Maple grinned, "Well, best of three. Holly''s been trying hard, but I''ll let her tell her story when she''s ready. Marina is..." Brandy and Maple looked over to Marina, who had made some bumps on her silvery corset for Calcine and Morgan to climb atop, using her back to get a view of the beach. "She''s an angel who was running herself to pieces trying to make everyone happy. Mahi and I are trying to teach her to be more assertive. She has a good heart, but she crumbles way too fast if she thinks you want something and she isn''t giving it. Hard to believe she''s that soft, right?" It was. Marina was tall and looked supremely confident. The blue-skinned beauty was even taller than Brandy, and it was hard not to feel a bit of jealousy about it. Brandy was Maple''s tall girlfriend! Now, she''d have to be something else. A good cuddler was a potential for the future. Watching their Partners y about as they hugged together was the perfect destress after the long journey through the caves. The blue-mousey Marill, Holly, and Sparky were working on a fancy handshake together, hands beating together in a blur while Mahi tried to keep up with it all in polite bemusement. Morgan perched atop Marina and fluttered her wings to give the Lapras, the appearance of a gigantic ck-winged beast. It got a lot of looks and apuse, which she was enjoying. "I mean, I''m tall and gorgeous," Brandy smiled, "So I can rte to being a bit soft." "Not soft in the right ces," Maple smirked, squeezing Brandy''s stomach. "Go easy on her. We''re trying to find her voice. She loves to back the team up and does it wlessly, but she''s still working on her personality. We got her the dress to help bring out that voice some. Do you think it''s good?" Brandy wasn''t exactly the best when it came to judging fashion. Some people acted like it was beneath them, but Brandy wasn''t like that; she knew clothes could make a look. Her recent introduction to short skirts really helped team cohesion, and they were just fun. You could swish them and make people drool! How could you not love that? Also, while it seemed frivolous, it was a critical Trainer skill. If you put in the real effort with clothes, you could get an even more significant effect than a bit of drooling. The maid dresses they''d gotten at Motostoke were beautiful works of art. Brandy had felt strangely powerful in her dress as women had fawned over her. She''d felt like she could take on the world with just a smile. Pok¨¦mon clothing was a strange thing with unique properties, far more important than human clothing. Morgan''s witchy hat, with its triple peaks and wide brim, was as much a part of the woman as her feathers. It didn''te off unless she wanted it to; Brandy had never seen her without it. Cassidy had only gotten a peak right before they parted ways. It was essential to Morgan, a look she wouldn''t beplete without. Finding the right clothes was important, and while Brandy was still finding her style, her increasingfort with her body excited Brandy to find something that fit her as well as Pok¨¦mon clothes did. Marina showed off what it could be like once you''d mastered it. Her glittering blue dress was swept back into four long capes like dragonfly wings that fluttered about as she moved. Over it was her shining silver corset, which grew bumps for people to hold onto and clung to her body so the dress could be the show''s star. She was chilled frost in motion, her shining dress drifting behind her and lighting her blue skin. Impossibly beautiful. "I can feel your heartbeat," Maple smiled, "Got my answer." "Maybe that''s just because I can feel your butt." Brandy teased, "I''ve missed you. I caught a ckbird while you were gone. You''ll love her." "I thought she was your kidnapper," Mapleughed. Morgan had briefly pretended on the train to be that. It''dsted about as long as it needed to before it devolved into more sexy roley. "I want a proper talk with all of you. So much to catch up on." There was a thump, and sand sprayed over them as something dug a divot into the ground beside their towel. They were both spitting sand and squawking, looking back to see who''d done it. Calcine and Morgan, trying to look innocent, hid behind Marina, who just shrugged and thumbed at them. "We''ve been here five minutes!" Brandy huffed, "You troublemakers bored already?" Brandy looked at what they''d thrown and bit her lip with excitement. Maple reached out and picked it out of the sand. "Brandy." Maple turned the beach volleyball in her hands. "I think they''re challenging us." "If they want to start trouble, we''ll end it," Brandy grinned. "Marina''s on our side! Team captain!" Morgan called over, "I''m not ying if I have to fight both your tall butts. I want a chance to win." Brandyughed. She didn''t know who she was messing with. Brandy had lived and breathed Volleyball. "We''ll pick from the others and make two teams. If we win, the Trainers are in charge today!" "If we win, then the Pok¨¦mon call the shots," Calcine said, giving Marina''s arm a friendly punch. "I''d love to see what Big M herees up with when I''ve melted her a little." "Problem," Maple said, "There are only two Trainers; the two Pok¨¦mon on our side will throw the match." "No, not necessarily," Brandy said, "We just need to pick the Pok¨¦mon who want us to be in charge. That means we get Sparky, and from your team ... uh ... who''d fit?" "If we can''t have Marina, we should grab Holly. She''d love to be in charge but hates losing way more. She''ll fight like hell." They had picked the two shortest Pok¨¦mon for their side, but Brandy was still confident. She was the Volleyball Queen, and these brats needed to learn not to throw their balls in the sand. She was just going to ignore Morgan''s sly smile. The Murkrow was a cheat, but there was no way she could cheat at Volleyball. Well. Probably not. It was Morgan, after all. If Holly hated losing, she''d get along great with Morgan because they shared that trait. Damn, Morgan was definitely going to cheat. But Brandy knew the rules for Volleyball like the back of her hand. How did Morgan think she''d slip one by her this time? 196 – Ball-Busting Brandy 196 ¨C Ball-Busting Brandy Brandy Joyce fucking loved Volleyball. She''s spared her Partners from talking about it; Arceus knows Cherry had been patient about it in their rtionship, letting her babble about it while she yed with Brandy''s hair and tried to ride her shoulders. She wasn''t afraid her Partners would be bored about the sport. They''d humor her and maybe even be interested, but Brandy knew how she got about it. Once she started, she wouldn''t be able to stop. Hard-hits tips, rolls, and off-speed shots, all the good stuff. Brandy was an Outside Hitter, of course, the one who mmed the points home, but she doubled as a Setter when the team needed it. Setters were calcting ones who took the second hit of the ball and gave the Hitter their moment to shine. Being a good Setter was like being a good Trainer; you didn''t get all the glory of the final point-scoring hit, but without you, it wouldn''t be happening. Brandy felt like she''d be a Setter if she picked it back up. She''d let other people enjoy the cheers. There was a beach volleyball area set up, and a big-whiskered Mienshao and a purple-haired human with a cardigan tied around her waist with long floppy sleeves were batting a ball back and forth. Her face was scrunched up in concentration and absolutely covered in sweat. She breathed a sigh of relief when Maple quickly negotiated a turn on the court. Meinshao was a Fighting Type, just like Maple''s Mom. Self-improvement was a massive deal for them; they had a really bad habit of running their Partners ragged. Or good habit if you were into that sort of thing. It meant the court was theirs. Which meant Beach Volleyball! Brandy Joyce fucking loves Volleyball. This fact has been repeated just to press the point home clearly. The locker room nning, the meals together, the championships! The girls trying to use her like a climbing frame for photos and Coach Caramel egging them along the whole way. It was all so much fun and really spoke to just how intense all the Pok¨¦mon adventuring had been so far that Brandy hadn''t missed it. Something that had been almost her whole life once had been filled up with Pok¨¦mon instead. Which was fine! Pok¨¦mon were better, no question about that. But if she could have cake and eat it ... "Whose n was this?" Brandy asked as they took to the court, separating out into teams. "I know this wasn''t spur of the moment. You got that ball from somewhere." "Calcine mentioned you loved it," Morgan said, "Sparky has been gushing about it, and I nned it with Maple. We want to see you strut your stuff." "Well, Sparky''s on my team," Brandy grabbed the bug, pulling her in for a hair ruffle and a kiss on the head. "So she gets the reward." "Seeing you this giddy is reward enough," Calcine says as she took a spot beside Marina. It was so strange to see someone taller than Calcine. Brandy was used to being the giant in any group; even the Carkol only matched her height. Marina towered over them both, a cid expression on her face as her shining silver eyes watched Maple''s every move. Moves that included turning Brandy''s head and pulling her down to sneak a kiss for herself. Warm lips with just a taste of vani in her lip gloss made Brandy''s heart flutter as they tapped foreheads. "I''m on your team too. Share the credit." A thin wire wound around them all, a buzzing ball on the end bouncing off the side of Maple''s chest. Holly''s tail, the blue mouse girl hiding her no doubt evil grin with a hand. "I didn''t do anything, but I''ll take a kiss." "This sucks," Mahi growled from the other side of the as she rolled the Volleyball around in her hands. "Nobody to kiss on this team. Should have given us a Trainer each." Morgan fluttered a wing at Mahi, "y the long game, gorgeous. We''ll win this, and they''ll have to give you as many kisses as you want." Morgan tipped her hat to cover her face so she could conspiratorily and loudly whisper, "I''m sure we could conspire on some follow-ups." "Fuck yeah." Mahi lifted up her Volleyball, "Brandy! Quit smooching our Maple and tell us the rules. I only know Water Polo." Brandy was a three-way smooch-a-thon, and not even the call of Volleyball was enough to drag her out of it. Thebined tickling of Sparky and Holly worked, batting them off her with some giddy giggles. "Right, right," Brandy said, adjusting her bikini straight as Maple snuck Marina a kiss from under the. "Listen up! You serve the ball to us, and you win a point if it hits the floor on our side. If you hit it on our side and it goes outside the court, or if it doesn''t clear the, you get no points, and we get to serve. The loser of a point has to serve. Oh, oh, and you have to hit it back with your arms or hands. No kicking it! Or tailing it. Or holding onto the ball. Or hat tricks. Um, that''s it, really. The proper thing is way moreplicated, but I want to keep it simple." "Punch ball, win prizes," Sparky said. "So simple even a Water Type can understand it." Holly gave Sparky a jolt with the ball of her tail as the other side bristled at the taunt. Sparky, of course, just grinned like she''d already won that prize. A shock was nothing to her. "Simple enough rules," Morgan said, "I''ll keep score, let''s y until we get sick of it and then call a winner." The rules were very rxed, and Morgan would probably cheat with the scores, but Brandy was okay with it. She just wanted to be in motion to show what she could do right now. "All right then, let''s show the Trainers where all the muscle is." Mahi grinned as she held up the ball in her hand. Mahi actually did a pretty good serve, tossing the ball up and then pping it in the air to send it sailing over the. Brandy was ready for it, and the eagerness fuelled her bounce. Taking a step in the sand to get in motion, sheunched herself off her feet and mmed the ball back into their side of the court. It sailed past the motionless team andnded with a heavy thud in the sand. "Oh, uh, you''re meant to hit it back," Brandy said awkwardly. They were all just staring at her! "That was the start of the game." "Right," Maple said slowly like she was shaking herself out of a daydream. "Of course. Brandy, why don''t you show us a jumping serve?" "That is a great idea," Morgan said, "I think we''d all like to see that. We''ll hit it back this time. Let''s not count that point." "Sure," Brandy smiled as she hopped to the back of the court. A jumping serve on sand would be a little tricky with theck of sound footing, but if she really put herself into it, she could do it. "It''s easy. Just throw the ball up and then follow for the serving hit. Like this." Brandyunched the ball up high with a push of her palm and then let her muscle power well up in her legs, nting the balls of her feet and pushing her weight into the air. With a twist and a grunt, she swung her palm down, and the ball was sent sailing towards the other side as her whole body shook from the sharp impact. It was a great serve, high and deep, for them all to deal with as Brandynded on the sand with a quick bounce to keep her footing. Nobody moved to hit it back again; they were just staring at her as she panted from the sudden burst of energy needed for the jump serve. Why weren''t they all moving? Was it something about her? Brandy looked down at her heaving chest, and realization dawned. "Oh, you monsters!" Brandy grinned. "You''re watching me bounce!" "It''s hypnotic," Mahi whistled, "I can''t deny you''ve grown since west met. In a lot of ways. You make that look good. Can we see Maple jump serve?" "I would like to see Maple serve," Marina nodded, "She was paying close attention. I''m sure she could replicate it." "I love Volleyball," Sparky whistled. "New favorite sport." Calcine bowled the ball under the for Maple to catch. Maple nestled it under her chest, her white and gold swimsuit stretched to near breaking. Brandy knew Maple was strong; she had a Fighting Type mom and a Falinks, which were a lot to handle for any woman. But other than using it to pick up Brandy now and then, she''d never really shown off her strength. Now was a chance to see if the others would get a volley going. Maybe a nudge wouldn''t hurt. "Okay, this one we''re doing an actual point for." Brandy said, "You don''t hit this one back, then that''s your fault!" "Fiesty Brandy," Mahi grinned, "I like this assertive redhead we''ve found. Is she new?" "Always was," Calcine said as she took a stance, ready to leap to match a serve. "The fire just waited inside." "Aim it at Mahi," Brandy whispered. Maple shook her head at her as she tossed the ball up for a serve. Then Maple hit it hard. Really, really hard, the thump of the ball deafeningly loud as she battered it right up into the sky so high the sun obscured it. Maple even had time to take a bow before it started toe back down. "I yed Volleyball a bit in high school. Though I was always more of a Ser girl myself." "Oh, we''re going to lose so badly," Mahi groaned. "The humans actually know what they''re doing." The ball came down like a meteor, Calcine biting her lip as she tried to judge where it would hit. She didn''t really have hope; it was screaming in so fast even Brandy would have had to break a sweat to meet it. They may have to go easy on them. The ball stuttered in the air, green lines flowing off it before it was slowed even further by a sudden spray of water. Morgan and Mahi were at the back of the court, Morgan waving her hands as she called out directions for Mahi to aim with her hands. After a few hits, the ball came down almost leisurely, Marina standing on tiptoes to p it. Calcine''s way before Calcine met it with a two-handed uppercut that had it sailing back over to Brandy''s side. "Cheats!" "Not against the rules." Morgan grinned. "We didn''t use our legs or my Hat. Where in the rules does it say a Pok¨¦mon can''t y Volleyball?" Well! Two could y at that game. Holly and Sparky were on Brandy''s team; if they wanted to open up Moves as an option, they''d darn well use them. Brandy smiled as she stepped back to prepare toy up one of the other three. This is better. They wouldn''t need to go easy on the other team at all. In fact, if she wanted to keep up with them, she''d have to go all out. Volleyball harder than she ever had before. That. She could do. 197 – A Particular Set of Volleyball Skills 197 ¨C A Particr Set of Volleyball Skills They were at a stalemate, but Brandy didn''t care. Everyone was having a ton of fun ying beach volleyball, which made Brandy''s heart sing. She''d been worried they''d find it dull, but even Mahi had a smile on her face as she caught the ball in a sudden gushing waterfall, Calcine bursting through it, steam hissing off her body as she punched it clear over the. It wasn''t enough to break the defense of Brandy''s team. Maple had taken one side of the court and Brandy the other, with Holly and Sparky darting between them to cover the back and front. Sparky, with her Agility, was light enough on her feet to be anywhere in a sh, while Holly could hop up absurdly high without even the slightest run-up. Gracefully trailing through the air to m back shots with a cackling punch. The bouncy mouse-girl could reach heights even Brandy couldn''t, and Maple was preening as her Pok¨¦mon became the star of the Trainers team. "You''re moving so quick," Maple said as Brandy slid one arm outstretched to punch the ball to her. "And you haven''t missed a punch yet." "I''m really good at Volleyball," Brandy grinned as Mapleid the ball into the air. Sparky slung out a web for Holly to jump on, the springy strand letting her bounce even higher to drop a shot deep into the other team''s lines. Wind and Water washed up to save the ball so they could throw it back. "No, that''s not it," Maple said as she danced on her feet, keeping herself ready to move at a moment''s notice. "Every shot you''ve done has been near perfect, even at an awkward angle. You''re quick and limber. Your inheritance is showing." Brandy knew her eyes were extraordinary, an inheritance from Sparky, but she hadn''t yed with them much. She remembered she could catch cards thrown at her on the train. Did it help her hit things as well as see really well? She wasn''t really a Trainer to wade in with fists into a fight, but maybe there was something useful she could do with a very precise touch. Brandy looked at the golden-haired Maple and blushed. Yeah, it''s definitely something to experiment with. "You''re a bit of a monster yourself," Brandy grinned as she watched Marina freeze part of Mahi''s wave and snap off a long icicle even taller than she was. It reformed under her hands into a long, smooth staff, and she nted it like a g in the middle of their court. Mahi used Morgan''s wind to scale it, twirling nimbly until she was high enough to bat the ball out of the air and back their way. Maple smashed it back with one heavy wind-up punch, cracking right through the ice pole below the hanging Mahi and sending her tumbling down with a yelp. "TRAINER BETRAYAL." "Mahi, Aqua Veil!" Maple yelled, a water bubble popping up around Mahi and lightly deadening her fall as she sshed onto the sand below. Maple flexed an arm at Brandy. It was still as skinny as ever. "I was always a Mom''s girl, took after her strong. But I love the attention you''re paying me. Compliment me more." "Trainer betraaaayal," Mahi groaned as the water pooled around her, soaking into the sand. "You''ll pay for it." Maple just blew her kisses, Mahi catching them and munching on them noisily as she let the water drip off her body. Mapleughed and turned back to Brandy, looking expectant. "Nopliments? Do I have to remind you of my good points?" "I need to save somepliments for tonight," Brandy said as Sparky and Holly fielded the ball this time. Sparky dived low along the sand to punch it up, and Holly bounced over Maple''s head to smash it home. She hopped back for a quick high-five from her trainer, her tail whipping behind her like an excitable puppy. Everyone was getting so worked up. It was great. "You going to get taller than me?" Brandy said as she watched Calcine trudge back into the sand, turning to thick, clumpy mud from all the water the other team was dumping on it. Had Maple nned that? It was smart. Marina had bent to freeze it back firm, but she couldn''t do it while people''s feet were stuck in it. Morgan had to save her, taking off with a p of her wings and soaring across the court so she could spin and p the ball Calcine''s way. Her feet were too stuck for a good hit, so Calcine just lobbed it over. It was slow and easy to return, but it gave them time to arrange themselves. "You take after Marina. I''ll be the one scaling you." "I''m not going to spoil that surprise," Maple bounced on her tiptoes, "It would be fun to be the big spoon. You''d melt if I looked down at you the right way." "Oh no, a cute girl wants to make me melt. What will I do?" Brandy joked as a tail whipped around them and pulled them both together so fast that Maple bounced off Brandy''s chest. Her groan from the impact certainly didn''t sound like she was unhappy with her position. "Makeout or Volleyball!" Holly said, water flowing along her tail and rippling against their skin. "You''re being so distracting!" Calcine''s awful lob shotnded on their side with a sad thump. It was near Sparky, but Sparky was biting her fingers as she watched her two favorite humans get close. "You''re the one being distracting!" Maple retorted, and Holly giggled as Maple flicked the ball on her tail. "Getting grabby with your tail. I know you can think about more than sex. Control yourself." "I can''t control myself when two liquid-hot beauties are fucking each other senseless with their eyes," Holly grumbled. "I''m only Pok¨¦mon! I can''t focus with all this tension." "Then let''s cut the tension," Maple purred as she threw her arms around Brandy and pulled herself up to kiss Brandy with the ferocity of a tidal wave. It was all Brandy could do to hold on tight, a shiver running down her spine as Maple''s soft lips melded with hers. Maple''s strong hands pressed into Brandy''s flesh, a firm squeeze leaving her breathless. Holly''s tail was still wrapped around them, the soft water tickling and teasing as Maple''s tongue pressed inside Brandy''s mouth. Maple moaned as she just melted into Brandy, the two of them clinging together as they kissed each other senselessly. "We got a point!" Morgan yelled from the other court. "Did you see our point?" Brandy gave her a thumbs-up without looking. She got that point. Brandy got a nice constion prize. "Now I can''t focus," Maple growled, pulling away and licking her lips. "Can we forfeit? I don''t want to wait. I want to y with my girlfriend." "You''re not a quitter!" Holly huffed. "Don''t make me lose because you humans can''t keep it in your pants." "They don''t even have anything to keep in there," Sparky nodded. "And yet they''re flopping it about everywhere. Metaphorically." "They''re terrible, Sparky. I have to deal with her all the time, and she''s insatiable." Holly teased as she let the tail slide back and press between Maple''s legs, the water flowing between her thighs and foaming as it flowed through. Maple moaned as she clung to Brandy, her knees wobbling. "Hey! No fucking each other over there," Mahi whined, dusting muddy sand off her frills. "Jealous enough of the rat as it is." "She hates how loud I can make women scream," Holly whispered. "I''m so good at it." "They can back that up," Maple smiled, "You should try Holly out Brandy. You''ll be a changed woman." "Sparky serve!" Morgan called over the court. "We can get so many points while they flirt." "No rule. I have to serve," Sparky said, hugging the ball. "What do I get for serving?" "Volleyball ckmail," Calcine fake gasped, "Brandy, she''s tarnishing the name of the sport you love." "We''re not ying by the proper rules anyway," Brandy pointed out. She had a girlfriend in her arms who was shaking as the water of Holly''s tail rippled between her legs. The sand beneath her feet was soft, the air warm, and the sun glittered off the sea. A hint of salt drifted on the wind and mingled with Maple''s perfume, giving the vani a tang that made Brandy''s mouth water. This game was going perfectly fine. "Do what makes you happy, Sparky. It''s the spirit of Volleyball." "Marina, would you step on Sparky for us?" Morgan asked, "If she tosses us that ball." "Step on her?" Marina asked, an eyebrow raised. "I wouldn''t want to hurt her." "What? No, wait..e here." Morgan dragged her down into a huddle. "Fucking love Volleyball." Sparky grinned. "This is the best game Brandy." Brandy covered Maple''s mouth to hide her moans as Holly''s tail teased away. The shivering woman in her arms getting redder by the second. "It''s not usually like this, but I''m d you enjoy it." Pink spots flickered over Brandy, Holly, and Maple''s skin, Brandy blinking at the little balls of energy in confusion before the world suddenly pinched together around her. Everything shrunk in on itself like it was being sucked through a tiny hole in the air. She tumbled forward, her legs struggling to find something to stand on that didn''t whip out from beneath her before everything snapped back to focus. Brandy was dumped onto her back on the volleyball court, Maple was a few feet away, face down, and Holly was tangled up in the. A shrill whistle broke through the confusion, loud enough to sting Brandy''s ears. She shuffled her head to look who it was and saw nothing but green. A huge, blobby-looking woman with bunny ears was towering over them all, taller than the court and taller even than Marina. Her face was more of a suggestion, as dark shapes floated with the green goo of her skin. On her shoulder sat a tanned-skinned woman holding a tin whistle and wearing a blue baseball cap over some short-cropped brte hair. "Tanya!" Sparky squeaked. "Remi! Woah, you''re here?" "It''s been a long while since you helped calm that Pok¨¦-center down," Tanya smiled. "Hello Sporby." "I can''t believe you remember that. It''s Sparky!" "I know. I''m d you remember me. I am thankful for your help back then, but I need you all to help me now." Tanya said, voice firm. "Do you know why?" "Oh," Brandy bit her bottom lip. "We were causing a scene, weren''t we?" "It''s a polite beach before the sun''s down." Tanya said, "Stopping people from being too frisky is my job today. Troublemaker." "Sorry, Ma''am," Holly grumbled, "It was the Trainer''s fault." "Was it?" Tanya leaned over to look down at Brandy and Maple. "Care to exin?" Brandy waved to Maple like it should exin everything. "Maple. Hot." "Brandy. Delicious." Maple waved back. "I think what our Trainers are trying to say," Marina said smoothly, "Is they''re sorry for getting out of control. Should we clear the court and go cool off?" "Oh no, I''m sure if I let you go do that, we''ll have bigger problems shortly I''m sure." Tanyaughed, "You''ve got a little crowd watching your game. It looked fun. How about I act as a referee? Best of three points. Work out some energy, then cool off in the ocean. The sun will go down eventually. I''m sure you can wait till then." "We already got a point." Morgan said, "It was really cool." "Well!" Tanya said, "One nil to the Tall Dark Handsome Divas. Are the Horny Messes going to make aeback?" Brandy felt the team names showed unfair favoritism, but she couldn''t argue against it. They''d earned that name. "Horny Messes forever." Brandy raised a fist. "Let''s win this game." 198 – Game! Set! Catch! 198 ¨C Game! Set! Catch! "Look at that, girls and gals!" Tanya yelled as she kicked her legs over the edge of Remi''s giant hand in a swishing metronome. "The Tall Dark Handsome Divas have stepped up their game. They''ll be stepping on their opponents next. It looks like the Horny Messeseback might be on the ropes!" Tanya had a knack for being an announcer. Her assertive voice from years of lifeguarding carried great for announcing. She was hyping up everything they did like a pro. Not that it needed much hyping with how nail-biting the match had gotten. Brandy had smashed a point back almost right away to even the score. The next rally had gone back a few times. Then, Sparky Web shot the ball and mmed it down like a meteor hammer in the back of the court. Brandy''s team was one point from winning; from there, it''d be a no-holds-barred battle. Mahi was throwing so much water that one rally got washed back on a tidal wave. The other team hadn''t even needed to touch it. Morgan was teleporting to pick up loose balls, and Calcine was working with Marina as a tall and powerful front line to m home their shots. Brandy was so proud of the teamwork. In battle, Pok¨¦mon usually got single-minded. But Calcine and Morgan together were a dangerous pair who could ovee those odds. They''d been pulling out every dirty trick in the book to get an advantage, and it was working. "Holly, Aqua Tail those waves!" Maple said, her hair shimmering as she flicked a hand out to point at Mahi''s relentless Waterfall Move. The Water didn''t bother Holly and Maple at all. They just powered through it like it was a breeze. Brandy wasn''t feeling well. Wisps of mist wereing off her skin. The fire in her Steam Engine heart could be stoked hotter with some water. But, too much water began to drown it. She was getting waterlogged, and poor Sparky was drenched. Sparks crackled off her and fizzled through the water soaked into the sand. "Sparky, help spot for me!" Brandy called as she shielded her eyes to peek past the glittering spray of water. It wasn''t just that Mahi could knock the ball back; her Waterfall waves blocked vision too, and the other team was abusing the heck out of it. The small crowd gathered to watch the show oohed and aahed appreciatively. Undoubtedly, this was great for Mahi''s ego. However, it really wasn''t helping Brandy! "High up!" Sparky called, "It''s on the wave crest. Have Maple give you uppies!" To her credit, Maple didn''t hesitate; she cupped her hands together and put it low for Brandy to get a foot in. Then, she tossed her like a Crown Tundra log,unching Brandy into the air and breaking the Waterfall around her body. The ball was just beginning its descent down the back of the wave, ready to surf to a free point. Brandy locked on and raised back her fist to punch. There was a sudden sharp crackling, and then Brandy couldn''t move. She was stuck in the wave, helpless to watch the ball bounce down its hard surface and touch the ground. "What aeback!" Tanya gasped from on high, waving at the crowd. "We thought the Horny Messes defense was too strong, but the lovely Lapras has turned the waterfall into a cier." Brandy could see Marina down there, hand to the sand on their side. Her Sheer Cold Move traveled through the sodden ground to freeze the Waterfall in the blink of an eye. They''d baited Brandy into the jump, fully intending to catch her. So sneaky! She couldn''t be more proud. Though she could have done without freezing her tits off. Her fiery core was already a bit angry at all the water it was getting soaked in; being turned into a human ice cube was putting her fire into a full-on sulk. Tiredness crept at the edges of Brandy''s muscles. "The next point wins the match! This ref is going to call a timeout while we break the ice," Tanya said. "Take a breather, everyone; we''ll be back at it in a few minutes." "I got you, Brandy," Remi said, reaching her hand out to touch her. The big, blobby green slime woman was as friendly as they came, and Brandy had been under her Skill Swap Move before. As she felt her body turning to jelly, she let herself flow out of the iceblock, sshing down atop Maple, who squealed like a Lechonk. "My girlfriend''s goo!" Maple cursed, "And she''s in my hair!" It got someughs from the crowd; even the fluffy Wooloo were having augh at Maple''s fate. Holly and Sparky were also tittering, but at a safe distance, just in case Maple noticed. Brandy tried to pull herself together and hug Maple, which wasn''t easy with a suddenly amorphous body. "Sorry, beautiful. I just go to pieces around you." Brandy said, pressing her mouth to the side of Maple''s neck. Maple''s skin was soft and cool against her lips, and she loved kissing it, but theck of teeth made it less fun. She barely got a few gums in before Holly startedshing her with little water whips from her tail. "No getting us disqualified. We''re going to win," Holly hissed. "Keep it in your pants." "How does this body work anyway?" Maple prodded Brandy''s chest inquisitively. Her finger sank up to the knuckle. "Can you put something in your pants? Show me the goo girl tongue." "Sparky, help me. They really are horny messes." "Easy," Sparky said. "Hey Maple. I know Infestation." Brandy and Maple backed off each other immediately, hands held up in surrender. "Yeah, that''s right, no one messes with Infestation." Calcine was melting down the ice wave, the cold air rolling down over them. They huddled together for warmth and to conspire. "We''re going to lose if they go all out again," Holly said. "Humans are all squishy and wonderful, but we''re outgunned on the Moves." "Guess you two are going to be in charge then." Brandy reached out to ruffle Sparky''s hair. She batted the hand away. "No way!" Sparky huffed. "I want Maple to make me do things. No quitting. Can''t you sh them some boob? That''d stop them." Maple shook her head. "Much as I want to see Brandy bust, Tanya would throw us off the beach. We got to wait until sundown to get naked." Getting Brandy naked was usually the start of any n. They really were breaking new ground today. Brandy couldn''t help but feel Morgan had nned for this. While Pok¨¦mon had powerful Moves that a human couldn''t match, Trainers had tricks beyond the Bond''s power to keep up. When a Pok¨¦mon got worked up, they found it harder and harder to think beyond the next thing. Even Calcine in the fire Gym had been pretty straightforward in her intent. Teamwork broke down as clothing came off. That they couldn''t strip genuinely neutralized one of her team''s better advantages. So how does a human beat a Pok¨¦mon without getting so smutty Tanya would kick them off the beach? Teasing was allowed, but that wouldn''t be high grade enough to do it. They needed something sneakier. Maybe... "How well trained is your team, Maple?" "My team? Marina is very new, but she''s a natural follower. We''ve been helping here out of her shell. Mahi''s behaving a lot better. I''m still working on her pride. Holly..." "Isn''t fucking non-stop," Holly grinned, wiggling her mouse ears. "Although if we lose, I am going to backslide and make sure you both pay for it. You''re going to be going into the Tournament on stretchers." She was probably kidding. Probably. "I like to think my team follows my lead too," Brandy said, "I don''t push them really, but they''re happy to do it." "You''re a good leader," Sparky nodded, "And you get so worked up in battle it''s infectious. We want to make you smile." Very sweet. But in that, also the inkling of a n. "Okay then," Brandy grinned. "Here''s what we''re going to do. First Sparky, I need you to get something-" --- Sparky was furiously signing autographs for a small family who''d been watching the Volleyball match with rapt attention. They''d all gathered in the shadow of a massive bear of a Pok¨¦mon. Her monstrous appearance was undercut by her two-tone pink and ck fur that looked like a half-scoop of Neopolitan ice cream. "You sure that''s all you want for this?" the Bewear said as she pressed something into Sparky''s hands. "The kids are going to love it. What a lovely souvenir. We''re rooting for you!" Sparky leaned down to tease the kids with little fizzling zaps of her fingernails. The pink-haired pre-teens giggled as she chased them around. "Anything for my best fans, and hey, you might just help out!" Stuffing something into her fur and webbing it tight, she returned to the group with a grin. Brandy was working out her fleshy arms, getting used to being one solid piece again. "We ready?" "We are so ready." Sparky grinned. "Never been more ready." The Triple M''s had also conspired while Calcine melted down the ice. Morgan and Mahi huddled under Marina''s shadow, passing ideas back and forth. They''d have to adjust to whatever they had nned. "Okay, everybody!" Tanya said, "We''ve given out enough ice cubes to make an iceberg, so I think we''re ready to go. This is the match point for our two lovely teams. Let''s have onest big cheer for them." Sparky threw a thumbs up to her newest little fans as everyone else stared daggers across the. "I''m going to make you both give me a massage," Mahi said, lowering her voice so the crowd couldn''t hear. "With your tongues." "I would like a shell shine," Marina said. "If that''s okay?" "If you win, you can have whatever you want, Marina," Maple smiled. "And if you lose and ask nicely, it might happen." The tall Lapras bounced on the spot, Tanya''s eyes narrowing at her as she unconsciously made a few of the crowd swoon. Calcine dusted off her hands and squared up, giving Brandy a yful waggle of her eyebrows. Morgan pointed her fingers to her eyes and then to Brandy, "Know you''re up to something, Joyce." "I am, and you love it," Brandy smirked. "You can''t resist a good scheme." "Just serve. I''ve got some excellent schemes saved up for when we win." They let Holly take the serve; her Bounce-powered shots let her drive it right over the. They wanted the other team scrambling about to respond. It wasn''t quite as easy as that; Calcine stamped her foot and dropped their entire side of the court into a sloped depression. It meant the ball had just that bit further to hit the ground, and worse yet, Mahi had her hands out, spraying water and filling up their side. They''d agreed if it touched the water, then it wasn''t considered a point, but no one had thought they''d just make a swimming pool as protection. It would take a minute for Mahi to fill it up; until then, Morgan used her wings to beat up a windstorm to halt the ball. It still came in hot but was literally scooped up by Marina as ice flowed out of her fingertip to make a long-handled spoon. The glittering weapon got a few gasps from the crowd as she used it tounch the ball up high. It should have been an easy lob shot for Brandy''s team to return. Morgan wasn''t about to have that and flowed after it. Her ck feather teleport put her in the perfect spot to smash the ball down. Then, she swooped away with a cackling caw as it rocketed down towards Brandy''s side of the court. "Holly, Helping Hand!" Maple yelled, holding out an arm behind her. Holly gave her a low high-five with both hands that came with a crackling of white energy. Maple moved faster than Brandy could even see. Almost like she''d copied Morgan''s Teleport, she got right under the ball and uppercut it so hard Brandy couldn''t believe it didn''t burst. The loud donk ofpressed leather made quite a few people on the edges jump, Maple sucking her knuckle as she sent the ball high. "It''s not our side!" Morgan yelled. "They''reying it up!" "Calcine, Smokescreen!" Calcine was blowing out smoke before she even noticed it''d been Brandy who yelled the order. She tried to choke the smoke back, but it spread among her team. Morgan pping her wings to try to clear it out. "Mahi, clear it with a Water Pulse!" A jet of water arced through the smoke as Sparky fumbled with her chest, ripping the webbing off her Bewear gift. Mahi''s Water Pulse sshed over Marina and froze solid as Marina squealed, shing her hand to break off the jet. "That was Maple!" Morgan yelled, "Don''t listen to the other side!" Brandy couldn''t help an evil chuckle. They might not be able to scramble the other teams'' brains, but everyone was worked up right now. When a Pok¨¦mon got their blood up, they tended to grab onto their Trainer''s orders for guidance. Even if they were meant to be on the opposing team. The chaos was perfect as Maple''s high punch came back down. Brandy''s Steam Engine was purring in her heart from the hot, sunny weather, and it gave her arm the strength to punch the ball high up over to Holly. While the ball was still on their side, Sparky swung her webs and slingshotted her present right over the. Morgan came swirling out of the smoke, her wings pping to clear it. She jumped when she saw a white ball sailing towards her, moving swift as the wind to batter it with her wing back over the while her team got in order. Sparky''s web cocoon burst when Morgan''s wing hit it, and the chip cone inside exploded, spraying Morgan with salt and greasy chips. "What the-" Morgan huffed, as she looked over the to see Holly giving the Volleyball a light bomp with her hands over the. Right next to her, Sparky blew a kiss. Evil revenge in her eyes. "Oh, you little yellow sh-" Thankfully, the family-friendly event was kept so, as a swarm of Wingulls descended on Morgan worse than any Infestation. Morgan went down in a squawking ball of feathers as they savaged her. Holly''s low lob shot slipped past Marina''s outstretched spoon. Mahi''s idental ice spike had weighed down the tall Lapras just enough she couldn''t reach it. The ball hit the sand, then rolled down to ssh about in Mahi''s kiddy pool. "Game point to the Horny Messes!" Tanya yelled. " Let''s give a hand to everyone for the creativity. That was quite the show! And an extra one to the Trainers for proving they can have fun with Pok¨¦mon without causing me trouble." Brandy wasn''t so sure about that. Morgan was going to get out of that ball of Wingull eventually. Calcine sighed next to her and dove in to dig her out, fighting once again for her Partner against the Wingulls'' chip-fuelled savagery. "Rematch!" Mahi yelled, "You cheated better than us." "I''m still up for that tongue thing if you ask very nicely." Maple said, "And make the kids a proper pool." "And you''ve got a shell to shine," Marina reminded. "Pretty please." "What do you say, Brandy? Shall we be good winners? At least until the sun goes down." Brandy could work with that. She wasn''t cut out to be a tyrant. Her only realmand was for Holly and Sparky to give her high fives until her hands hurt. Then she took the time to show everybody off to the crowd. Even a very sulky Morgan. Everyone deserved a little bit of extra attention for indulging her in the great sport of Volleyball. The slowly sank into the pit Calcine had dug. Well. Volleyball-ish. 199 – Switching Out Pokémon 199 ¨C Switching Out Pok¨¦mon "Seriously, I don''t mind the mess. This helps me so much." Tanya said, with a bright smile for both the Trainers. "You''ve even kept the Wingull upied." Under Remi''s watchful eye, the Pok¨¦mon were fixing up the field so other people could y. Well, most of them. Morgan was off to the side corner, talking animatedly with a flock of attentive Wingulls. Concerning. Very, very concerning. "We''re d you enjoyed it," Maple said, all bright smiles after the victory. "I was a little worried we were being disruptive. We were pretty noisy." "Noisy is good! Keeping people entertained is part of the job; if things are too quiet, people will find other ways to entertain themselves." Tanya winked at Brandy, "You did really well with that in the Pok¨¦-center. A natural entertainer." Maple took Brandy''s arm, giving it a light squeeze. "I''m not used to being outshone, but my girlfriend is eye-catching, talented, and an absolute sweetheart. She deserves all the praise she can get." Usually, Brandy would be embarrassed at that kind of praise, but Maple sounded so genuine it was warm honey for the mind. It''d feel mean to even fight against the truth of it. The warmth of Maple''s hands also helped take the edge off the ache in her muscles. They''d pushed themselves for that win, and Brandy felt that good burn you get after a decent workout. Maple''s touch took the edge right off. Should she beg for a massage? Or wait for the sun to go down and get something even more thorough. She wasn''t going to let Maplepliment her without returning fire. "Maple''s the perfect trainer," Brandy smiled. "I''m the disaster she''s graciously adopted." Maple nudged Brandy in the ribs, "You know that''s the other way around. I will pin down your tall butt and blow raspberries on your belly until you admit it." "You two are so cute." Tanya quickly butted on, "Maybe enjoy your winnings instead of dering a new war. The sun will be down in a few hours, and then you can tear each other''s clothes off. I''ll scrounge up some Ginger Beers for you all as payment. You earned those. Dig a fire pit to drink them around! We bring out pallets for you all to break up to make a fire when it gets dark. People sell little bags of marshmallows. You''ll love it. " "Sounds like you''re bribing us to behave," Maple smirked, pattering her fingers up Brandy''s arm. Completely unfair. She was as bad as Brandy''s Partners for making her heart travel up into her throat. "What if I don''t want to behave?" "All I can ask for is to show pity for the poor lifeguard trainer." Tanya smiled, "It''s just me and Remi. We''re not beating all the firepower you two can throw about. I''m sure you can amuse yourselves for a little bit longer! You both seem to be here for the tournament, so maybe n for the Whimscott? Or get to know each other better. Go for a swim. Or-" "Maple, give Tanya a break," Brandy said before Tanya could list every date idea under the sun. "We got plenty to talk about." "Okay, okay!" Maple held her hands up in mock surrender. "I promise not to get carried away. I do want those Ginger Beers." "You''re stars." Tanya''s radio crackled, and she held it up to her ear. The voice warbling on the other side was too muffled to hear properly. "And I got to go before someone explodes all over my beach. Take care, you two! Remi, give me a lift!" Explode all over a beach? Saffira had said she wanted to capture a Pok¨¦mon before the tournament started. Had shee down to the beach anyway? As much as Brandy wanted to offer help, Tanya knew where they were. She''d yell if it was really bad. "So, keeping ourselves amused?" Brandy said, "Any ideas?" "I do have one, actually." Maple leaned in to brush back a lick of Brandy''s hair. "I''ve had a lovely taste of Brandy but barely met your Partners. Shall we do a swap? Get to know them a bit better. Marina really wants to meet you." "And if Mahi causes trouble?" Brandy said, leaning forward to tap foreheads as she took Maple''s hands. "She''s being better, but you know Mahi." "I do know her better! We went through a bit of an emotional roller coaster in the Water gym." Maple smiled, squeezing Brandy''s palms, and she swung their arms back and forth in the warm sea breeze. "I wasn''t the best person until Mercury helped readjust how I saw things. I like to think I''m doing better. Give her a shot; if she wastes it, I''ll twist her ears off for you." Maple flicked a look to Morgan, who was in a huddle with the Wingull now, her hat poking out of a sea of white feathers. "Do I need to watch out for Morgan?" "Absolutely," Brandy grinned, "She loves to find loopholes in rules. She''ll honor the win, but I''m sure she can find ways to get what she wants even if you''re in charge." "So confident. My lot all have their little issues. Morgan sounds like she''s on top of it all. Why hasn''t she Evolved yet?" "Because-" Brandy faltered. That was actually a really good question. Why hadn''t Morgan evolved yet? She''d been miserable with Cassidy and the pressure to fit in. Brandy had given her all the space Morgan wanted, and she was expressing herself with gleeful abandon. The Murkrow was aplete theater kid at heart, and she was having so much fun. What was Morgan missing to evolve into a Honchkrow? Did she have something to prove, or was shecking something? Brandy was sure Sparky''s Evolutiony in making her more self-confident in her abilities. She was still feeling out the more fiery Carkol Calcine to worry about her third Evolution yet. Morgan, she didn''t have a clue where to start. She was a Flying Type, and they hadn''t really had much alone time to stretch her wings; maybe she needed some solo time with the Murkrow to know what was really going on under that hat of hers. Something to work on. Maple kissed her quickly to get her thoughts back on track, just a pleasant little peck that not even Tanya couldin about. "I''ll get to know her and report back. Maybe she''s too eager to impress you." A suspicion arose in the back of Brandy''s mind. "Is this self-reflection part of the Water Gym?" "I can''t tell you," Maple smirked. "That''s the rules. You''ll have to work it out yourself." So, there was something to work out. Interesting. Brandy had thought the Water Gym would challenge her ability to flirt, but she should have known better. None of the Gym''s had been that simple so far. "Hey, prettydy!" a Wingull said, sliding beside Maple, "You''re looking so good today." "Delicious!" another said, picking her off Brandy and stroking her hair. "Wow, you''re good-looking and strong; we''re so lucky to meet someone like you." "Goodness," Mapleughed, "Thank you? Are you doing okay?" "Oh, we''re doing great. Great!" the Wingull said with a rolling caw popping off thest word. "We want to show you a nice bird we met. You''ll love her." "And if we pass by the chip cone vendor on the way, you could always buy her a treat." Morgan gave Brandy a smug look asplimentary Wingulls dragged away Maple, her tail feathers wagging as she followed after them. Wingulls with a bit of guile? This was going to have devastating consequences for the beachs ecosystem. Maple could handle it. She''d have them eating out of her hand in no time. Now then. Let''s see if Mahi was up for making up for past behavior. Brandy had an idea how she could start. --- "I feel this is a trick," Mahi said as she sshed Brandy with another burst of Water Pulse. "I gave up the spray bottle trick, and now you want to be soaked." Brandy leaned on the shovel and luxuriated in the pressure of the water rippling off her skin. The day''s heat mixed with the soaking from Mahi, making her Steam Engine thrum happily. When Mahi got the mix of heat and water right, Brandy felt invincible, her limbs thrumming with energy. It was exhrating; she''d gotten to use it some in the Volleyball battle, but she''d never tried to max out the benefit. She felt she could jump high enough to punch the moon. She definitely couldn''t, but it felt like it. "I love the way your skin shimmers," Marina said as she used a massive shovel made of ice to help Brandy dig out the fire pit. She was an industrious worker, all too eager to jump in to help. It reminded Brandy of Sparky a bit, that overwhelming eagerness to help and prove oneself. "You kind of wear the mist like a cape. Is it okay to find mist sexy?" "There''s so much sexy on this beach," Holly said, packing the sand around the pit''s edge. Her tail drifting through it to spray it with water, making it clumpier and easier to pack. "Tall women, short women, thick women, huggable women, ssy women. There''s absolutely space for a sex mist woman." Brandy snorted as she shook out her hair, spraying drops everywhere. "Sex mist woman? That''s what you see me as?" "Nah," Mahi said as she turned off the Water Pulse with a sp of her hand. "You''re the one that got away." "You got lucky. The next girl who came along was way better." Brandy grinned, "No sex mist at all, just drop-dead gorgeous." "Very confident for someone who hasn''t seen Maple''s inheritance yet," Holly giggled, "Might be sex mist. It might be even better. We''ve really pumped her up." Marina shook her head as she kept digging. "Some pumping more than others." "You''ll catch up, babe," Holly said, her tail flicking over to bump Marina''s silvery corset. "I''m taking it easy, and you''ve got so much more to give than me. Oooh, Brandy hasn''t seen it yet. We should show off the beast." Well, that would get them in trouble, and poor Marina had shied a little into herself at having the spotlight turned on her. The Lapras was so unlike Holly and Mahi. Quiet, polite, and quick to blush, Brandy wanted to protect her deeply. She threw her a lifeline by trying to push the topic along and away from her for now. "I got to say," Brandy said as she picked up the shovel and returned to digging. "I do kind of wish I had someone with Water Moves on the team. They''d go so well with Calcine and me now." "Yeah, you kicked our ass real bad," Mahi sighed. "I was really hoping we''d win. I don''t seem bitter about it, right? Maple''s been trying to teach me how to let things go. We''re both kind of bad losers." "You''ve been cool," Brandy said, looking up to Mahi after a few more shovels, "We are cool now, right?" "Brandy Joyce, you are such a marshmallow." Mahi grinned as she sat down on the edge of the hole. "Don''t let me off that easy." "I think forgiveness is admirable," Marina said, flicking a little sand Mahi''s way. "And you need practice with that." Mahi shook some sand out of her frills; the white and pink pieces that hung off her were just a little translucent like she was wearing colorful gossamer veils. It made her every movement alluring, like a rxed belly dancer. "I''ve already forgiven her. I just wouldn''t mind if she rode my ass a bit." "Wow," Holly whistled. "You haven''t even let Maple peg you. Are you going to let Brandy be your first? You take apologizing seriously." Mahi sent a squirt of pressurized water Holly''s way. The Marill ducked behind her sand wall to avoid it, her big blue mouse ears wiggling over the top in mischievous delight. "We''re cool," Mahi huffed as she kept her arms raised, aiming at Holly''s position. "You brought Maple and me together. She gets me; she''s got that drive to win, too. That well of bitterness that can wash up when things don''t go our way. You get that?" "A little," Brandy admitted. She''d felt really annoyed when Cassidy hadn''t fought her properly. "I can handle losing as long as my Partners are happy with it. I hate it when people don''t try to win. I want to see their best." Mahi thumped her heart with a fist. "I can feel that. I''d feel insulted if someone let me win out of pity. Marina''s the edge of the coin. She''s convinced she only wins because people pity her." Brandy looked Marina up and down. She was half a foot taller than Brandy, in a gorgeously ornate dress with a silvery corset that made her look like royalty. There was nothing about her that looked pityable. "You fought hard on the court. It''s hard to believe you don''t give your all," "Told you," Holly said, peeking over her sand dune. "You''re a badass, and we''ll keep saying it until you cry and admit it." Marina waved them off. "I have a long way to go. My Sisters are all far more aplished. I can barely carry Maple upon my back." ''Thinks she''s short,'' Mahi mouthed to Brandy, using a hand low to the ground to help rify the unspoken words. Her shrug after gave away how silly she found it. She wasn''t wrong either. Marina was still massive by human standards. Her perspective was so odd. "Maple''s shorter than me," Brandy said, "Is she weaker?" Marina smiled, "I understand your point. She''s made it a few times. It''s just easy to know something and harder to feel it. Growing up as the runt isn''t something I can just forget." "Ugh," Holly groaned, leaning over her sand dune. "Imagine being short. How horrible would that be?" "That''s not what I mean, and you know it," Marina smiled, reaching over to stroke Holly''s ears. "There''s better Lapras out there, that''s all." "Is there fuck," Mahi huffed. "You''re on our team, so you''re the best one. We got the best Goldeen, we got the best Rat." "Marill," Holly said without any heat in her voice. She''d clearly heard it enough she didn''t care. "Sure," Mahi said as she sprayed a tiny water jet at Holly. Who just used it to wash her sandy ears. "The point is Maple only gets the best. So you''re the best Lapras. I mean, you can fuck like a train. She made noises not even Holly''s got out of her." Poor Marina blushed again, the pink blossom rather vivid against her blue skin. "Does that make me the best girlfriend?" Brandy said, "If she only has quality." "Well, tell you what." Mahi turned the jet of water Brandy''s way, the water soaking into her red bikini as Mahi drew lines on her body. "You''re in charge of us; we know so much about Maple." "So much," Holly said, "Inside and out." "I admit I''ve learned a thing or two." Marina smiled, "She''s quite the woman." "So Brandy, if you were to ask questions, we''d have to answer. You''re in charge today after beating our asses at Volleyball." Mahi grinned, leaning in. "So, what do you want to know about our Trainer? We know all her weaknesses." "That sounds great," Brandy said, leaning on her shovel. Her arms aching from all the work. "Can I get a massage while I do it?" "Brandy," Mahi slid into the pit with her, leaning in as she ran along Brandy''s nk. "You can have anything you want." Well then. If Brandy had doubts about Mahi''s sincerity, now was the time to put them to the test. 200 – Pure Maple Syrup 200 ¨C Pure Maple Syrup Maple had always tried to be perfect. A lot of people found that idea aspirational. To be the very best, without any ws. Beloved by all, never a lose a fight, always immactely dressed and dazzling. Her moms had always supported her in this, their perfect little girl. Top of the ss and star of the team. She''d let it go to her head, thinking that she was just better than everyone. She hadn''t meant to be nasty about it; she wasn''t a bully. Maple genuinely wanted to make people smile. She''d just gotten so self-centered about it that she thought her presence alone should be enough to cheer people up. That the world revolved around her. Then she''d met Brandy Joyce, a girl who genuinely brightened the day of everyone she''d met. Earnestly enthusiastic, shamelessly obsessed with Pok¨¦mon, and far too giving with her time. An aplished athlete but far from the model student like Maple was and yet. Everyone liked her, and it didn''t matter how aplished Maple was or how frequently she beat Brandy at tests. No amount of Ser medals could make people look at her the way they looked at Brandy. Maple should have felt angry. Her position at the school''s top was being usurped entirely by ident. For some, that''d be enough to start a spiteful campaign to knock her down a peg. Thankfully, Maple wasn''t like that; she wanted to prove to Brandy that she was special. She could make the girl who was such a delight to be around smile at her in the same way. Hadn''t stopped her from turning Brandy down when she offered to hang out. It was just too dangerous. What if Brandy didn''t find her cool? What if the closer she got to Maple, the less she liked about her? On reflection. Really stupid. Brandy had space in her heart for the whole world. The edge of her lips twisted into a grimace. Maple brought a foot down on the wooden pallet, cracking one of the nks. Stomping things was so much fun, and between her and Calcine, they quickly turned the wooden pallets into a big pile of firewood. A few people had begged them for bits, and they''d resolved to get the whole thing done. The stamping and tearing weren''tdylike activities, but rending apart wood was kind of meditative. Calcine was just as focused working with her, while Sparky watched them bothying on the sand, legs kicking in the air and the smugest look on her face. "She''s thinking of a wood pun," Calcine said. "That''s what the grin means." "Wrong, I''m grinning because two gorgeous girls are showing off their muscles. I''ve got so many wood puns lined up. I''m just not sure which to pick." "Knot sure?" Maple asked, "Wood you make up your mind already?" "Oh fuck, is that what my jokes are like?" Sparky groaned. "Calcine! Tell me I''m funnier than that." "You are an impossibly odd Bug." Calcine smiled, "One of a kind." "Kind of an insult in there, but I know it''s one of love. Love you too, Calcine." Sparky flicked sparks at Calcine, bouncing them off her dark skin as she turned her big blue eyes Maples way. "So you tell a lot of puns? Brandy hates puns. She only uses them to hurt us." "No, not really," Mapleughed politely. "Holly tells a lot of sex jokes, but that''s it for my group. Funny isn''t our thing." "Dewpider. I''m telling you. You want some absolutely filthy sex jokes for Holly. A Dewpider can''t be beat. They''ll make your ears burn off." The thought of it was a little funny. Holly could be bad sometimes, especially when she was down bad for someone. Adding someone even worse to the team probably wouldn''t help things, but it would lead to some jokes that could set the air on fire. "Got a smile!" Sparky raised her arms. "You''ve been in a mizzy all evening." "Sorry," Maple said, trying to keep the smile going. Mizzy. Willow had used that word whenever Maple returned from school with a miserable attitude. She hadn''t thought anyone else in the world even used it. "Just lost in thought a bit." "I get it," Calcine took Maple''s arm and guided her down to the sand. "What''s bothering you?" Where to start? Brandy''s team was so ... Maple looked over to the Wingull, all sitting on the fence eating chip cones, even offering a few to Morgan, who got the prime spot in the center. Wingull''s offering up food? It was all so backward. Nothing about it made sense. But it was delightful to watch. Brandy''s team was full of that. Disarming in how much of a mess they could be. Still bringing out the best in people. Calcine''sforting smile and Sparky''s eager eyes demanded stories, and Maple didn''t have it in her to bottle her feelings up any more than they were. She needed a little bit of a vent. "I worry I''m not a good Trainer." Maple said, "And other worries, too." "Oh," Cacline said, "That''s strange. Your team adores you. Holly''s more rxed. Mahi seems a lot happier." "She was a bit of a bitch," Sparky said, throwing her hands up when Maple raised an eyebrow her way. "Just being honest! She didn''t treat Brandy very nice." "We''ve been working on it," Maple shuffled in the sand, trying to getfy. Calcine offered an arm and a bit of her warm cape, and Maple wasn''t so proud she''d pass up that gift. The heat made her skin prickle from the oing sweats, but it was still lovely. Like the warmth of the sun hade back. "I promise under there is a lot of love. She wants to impress her partners so badly it hurts. She gets wounded when it doesn''t happen. Felt like Brandy had insulted her." "Must be tough to handle," Calcine said diplomatically. Maple could feel the tension in her body. You insulted a Rock Types Trainer at your own risk, and that she could put it aside to empathize was just more of the strangeness that was Brandy''s team. Maple wouldn''t have minded a little yelling, Mahi and her deserved it. She''d have to settle for at least owning it. "Good intentions don''t excuse bad behavior." "It doesn''t?" Sparky gasped. "Oh fuck, I was really banking on that." "You love the punishment too much," Calcine said as she squeezed Maple. "And you are going to get a p if you don''t cheer up.''" "What?" Maple blushed. The sudden turn in mood made her head spin. "You can''t do that!" "Oh, she totally can; Calcine smacks are awesome." Sparky grinned. "Brandy''s been aching to meet you for ages; all these bad vibes won''t work." Calcine patted Maple''s rear. "If I have to bend you over my knee, I will." "Please, please, Maple. Please," Sparky put her hands together, begging as she lowered her face into the sand. "Pretty please." "No!" Mapleughed. She just looked so pathetic. "Absolutely not! I am the one who spanks. You cannot take me." "Bet you I could," Calcine licked her lips. "Try me." Maple headbutted a boob instead, Calcine sucking in a breath as Maple mashed her head into it. Firm but soft, it was more than enough to y with, and no matter how tough a front a Pok¨¦mon had, a good boob squish made them all melt. Marina had been so politely shy until Maple had just got in there and given that wonderful Lapras bust the squeezing it deserved. Calcine hadn''t really had a chance to get used to Maple''s wiles yet. She had no chance, pawing at the edge of Maple''s swimsuit. "No unwrapping Brandy''s present," Maple clicked her tongue. "So unruly. Brandy is letting you all run wild. Maybe a firm hand is what you all need." "Yeah," Sparky said, low and breathy. "Smack my ass, you sexy blonde." Maple threw some sand at her instead, Sparky cackling in victory. "She''s grinning! We won, we won." "Okay! Okay, no more cheering me up and no more spanking threats!" Maple huffed, somehow both amused and angry at the same time. The ridicule was light but prickled her pride and made her heart thump harder. She let it out with a smile that wouldn''t leave her face. She couldn''t be mad at these idiots, even if she wanted to be. "Brandy''s good. I''m trying to be better for her. She''s special, you know?" "We''re aware," Calcine said as she tucked Maple back into her cloak. "She loves you to bits. She''ll forgive a lot." "Maybe too much," Maple mumbled, that scratchy feeling of guilt starting to w its way back into her. "Well, that''s not for you to decide," Calcine said, "You think Brandy would want you to be miserable?" "No," Maple groaned. "She''d hate it." "Well, there''s your punishment," Calcine tightened the cape up and began a massage along Maple''s shoulder. Her touch was firm, but mixed with the warmth of her cloak, it just made Maple''s muscles melt, her head slumping forward. "You want to be miserable. You''re not getting what you want today. Be better. Enjoy yourself. Brandy believes in you, so we believe in you." "Seriously." Sparky snorted, "Brandy''s a lot, we get it; she''s a treasure, and we''re not worthy, h h. That''s my thing, get your own fucking thing. You do a lot of good stuff. You don''t have a team full of Pok¨¦mon with problems because you love the drama. You''re trying." "I am that obvious?" Maple mumbled. Warm Carkol fingers. Good. She wiggled her shoulders back into them, encouraging Calcine to get more handsy. "You wear your heart on your sleeve," Morgan said as she walked back into the middle of the group, scaling the wood pile with just a few light steps. Chip cone in hand as she posed, hand raised to the heavens. "But it is your solemn duty to fuck Brandy so hard tonight that she sees a second set of stars. Failure is not an option. Misery will not help you in this noble task." "You sound ridiculous," Sparky snorted. "Trying so hard to impress." "You''ve all had your chance to charm her out of that swimsuit, and it''s still very much on," Morgan said as she gave Maple a swooping bow. She was so graceful; even with greasy feathers, she made it look good. "I want a threesome with the humans. I believe they want what I have to offer. Charm. Poise. Wind-given orgasms. w marks they''ll treasure." "Trying way too hard," Maple grinned. "I like it though. Don''t stop." "I can take you flying before I shatter your mind," Morgan said, waving a hand to the sky. "I''m the only one who can give you the skies." "What? Oh, it''s apetition?" Sparky stuck her tongue between her fingers, letting a spark crackle along the wet muscle. "I''ve seen Holly fuck, I can do it better." "No, you can''t," Maple said, pride in her heart for her team. Brandy might be the better person, but her team had skills. She wasn''t going to just give this fight up like that. "Not a chance." "Pff. Fair, she''s a terrifying machine." Sparky sighed, legs kicking the sand. Then, a slow, terrible grin spread over her face. "I''d tag her in, make it a foursome. We could do things to you both that you didn''t even know were possible." "Tempting! Calcine, what''s your offer?" Calcine pressed down with her fingers, sinking into Maple''s muscle like butter. She shuddered in the grip, and the Carkol leaned to whisper in her ear. "I''ll take care of you both. I''ll take you apart with pleasure. Then I''ll hold you all night and keep you warm. I''ll let you rest on my body, safe and loved. I will drown you in the affection you both deserve." "Well shit, now I''m hard," Sparky groaned. "Can''tpete with you two sexpots." Maple tried to clear her throat, though Calcine had gummed it up pretty thoroughly with her whispers. "Doing okay, Maple?" Calcine asked the smile in her voice not matching the burning hunger in those red eyes. "Fine. I''m fine," Maple lied. "All cheered up. Thanks for doing this." "You are part of the team," Morgan tipped her hat. "Brandy has a huge crush on you. I think you''re hot. It all works for me." "Absolutely." Sparky nodded, "And I want some Brandy stories. Brandy gossip. Brandy tales. I want them." "We''ve been teasing a lot," Calcine said as her cape shifted, a big hand pressing against Maple''s tummy, holding her firmly in Calcine''s grip. "But, and this is serious. If you''re not in the mood or want some time alone to think, just ask. We''ll make it happen. We want you to enjoy tonight. Not just for Brandy''s sake." "Thanks," Maple smiled, "Seriously. My team has my back, but it''s nice to know you do too." "I mean, I''ll try," Sparky shrugged. "But Marina''s got more back then I have ... me. Not sure I match up." "Really?" Maple grinned. "Holly''s told me stories. You might." "Well, maybe you''ll find out," Sparky said, bobbing on her front in the sand. "You know..." Morgan covered her eyes with a wing. "Oh fuck, this is going to be a pun. I can hear the tone in her voice." "You''ve got a great figure," Sparky said, ignoring Morgan''s pain. "Curly and Blonde. Gorgeous eyes. Great tan. You truly are the ultimate Maple nk." Sparky kicked her legs, her grin so wide the top half of her head was in danger of falling off. Maple couldn''t help a snort of augh get away from herself. She shouldn''t encourage it; she really shouldn''t, but it was so dumb she couldn''t help herself. "How does she even know that much about woodworking?" Morgan sighed. "How do you know that much?" Maple giggled. "A Carpenter Bird, that''s got to be a story." "Yeah, not quite." Morgan offered Maple a hand. "You really want to hear about it? Or do you want to go flying before we get this fire going?" Maple wanted both, but she took the flying. She could always worm the story out of Morgan while she was up there. --- "I like her," Sparky said as she got up, dusting the sand from her fur. "She''s trying. I like a trier." "I hope she doesn''t feel like she isn''t good enough," Calcine said as she held out her arms for Sparky to pile wood into. "I don''t think Brandy could handle a breakup." "I trust in Brandy''s ability to make her cum hard enough that she stops worrying about it; you should too," Sparky said as she dropped a few broken nks of pallet into Calcine''s arms. "Doubter." "Some things can''t be fixed that easily. But, sometimes, they can." "Oh, very wise," Sparky rolled her eyes. "Good job cheering her up. Maybe she''ll make Mahi chill out tonight." "I hope not. I was hoping to put Mahi in her ce myself," Calcine rumbled, "I can think of at least one way you could keep her quiet." "Don''t feed my dick to the crazy fishdy," Sparky huffed, then paused, tossing a piece of wood in her palm. "Although, it would be fun to be a living choking hazard..." Calcine shook her head as Sparky embellished her disastrous scenario. Looking after Maple hadn''t been so bad. Her idiotic yellow bug took a bit more effort. Worth it, though. The smiles were always worth it. 201 – Through the Fire and the Flames (18+ but only a bit) 201 ¨C Through the Fire and the mes (18+ but only a bit) Calcine and Sparky hade back with armfuls of wood and were piling it up high into the firepit they''d dug. The stack was getting way too high. It would be a bit of an inferno when they finally lit that thing. Tanya''s case of "Please don''t break my beach"plimentary Ginger Beer might burst if they didn''t push it away. Brandy couldn''t call them out, though, lying on her front in the sand, her bikini top unwrapped as Mahi and Marina worked together to massage her back while Holly enthusiastically worked on her thighs. They were doing such a good job that she felt like she could melt into the sand. "You''re so tense," Holly murmured, rubbing a knot at the bottom of Brandy''s right thigh. "You need to rx more." "Got to be strong enough to keep up with my team," Brandy burbled, working her shoulders against Marina and Mahi''s cool fingers. "They can make rxing hard work." "Don''t listen to her," Sparky cackled, "She''s insatiable. We''re working ourselves into husks just to keep up with her." "Can''t argue with the results of all that hard work," Mahi grinned, tracing a finger along Brandy''s back muscles. "Hard to think this was the skinny bitch who dirtied up myke. Now you''re almost good enough for me." "Was more of a pond," Brandy mumbled. "Full of trash." "Oh-hoho," Mahi grinned. "Who''d you inherit that smart mouth off?" Sparky cackled and shot finger guns at Mahi, "She''s really taken after me. Maple looks pretty much the same, you not have anything worth inheriting?" Mahi dug her thumb hard into a knot at the base of Brandy''s spine. Brandy''s breath left her in a hiss, and she felt all her muscles contract. "I''m making an effort to be nice," Mahi said as she rubbed her thumb in tiny circles, coaxing a moan to bubble out Brandy''s throat. "I don''t have to be." "Yeah, you do," Brandy said through gasping breaths. "Gotta behave." "And why''s that?" "Because I''m in charge tonight, you must be sweet as tea." Marina chuckled as she used herrge palms to ripple down Brandy''s back. The frosty fingers of the Lapras helped to calm her again. The cold made Brandy a little sleepy, but it wasn''t unpleasant. Mahi stopped her massage to re daggers at Marina, which deepened her politeugh. "She''s got you there, Mahi. I think you''re at your best when you''re smiling. Sour doesn''t suit you." Mahi snorted. "Fine," She huffed. "I''ll be the nicest, politest, sweetest bitch on the beach, just for you, Marina." Marina didn''t pick up on the sarcasm, taking Mahi''s hands and giving them a squeeze. "Thank you. I''ll make it worth your whileter." "Sparky," Holly moaned, "Marina only rewards being nice; she doesn''t punish brats. She just gets disappointed in me. Swap you for Calcine." "Not a chance." "Ughhhh. I''m going to monopolize these thighs then." "What? No way!" Sparky ran over and leaped right over Brandy to tackle Holly. Holly curled up on herself, and a blue shimmer of light cut through the crisp sea air; Sparky bounced right off the little bubble and dropped back into the sand with a thump. "Defense Curl. Boo." "I just want the thighs more," Holly giggled as Sparky scrambled to get back on her knees to help out. It was a frenzy and a little tickly, but Brandy put up with it. They were having fun. Calcine shook her head at all the antics as she ensured the wood was secure, an amused smile teasing the edge of her lips. Brandy felt a warm, fuzzy feeling in her chest watching her work. She''d been such a dour woman when they''d first met, but as the team had grown closer over their adventures, her emotions had been teased out bit by bit. She wore them openly, still veryposed but more self-sure in herself and what she wanted. Brandy loved that look. Calcine stood straight, thest chunk of pallet wood firmly in ce to form a nice towering bonfire, with splinters of wood at the bottom for kindling. "Alright," Calcine dered. "It''s ready." "Good!" Sparky cheered. "Light it up!" "Shouldn''t we wait for thest of us?" Marina asked as she kissed Mahi''s fingertips. "I''d hate them to miss out." Brandy was getting kisses too, wet and tingly ones from Holly and Sparky as they enjoyed her thighs, nipping yfully at her red bikini bottoms as Mahi pped them on the foreheads to keep them from dragging them away. It was only encouraging them. Sparky''s voice crackled with excited electricity as she got a good lick in on Mahi''s palm. "Morgan is probably flying around waiting for us to light the pyre so she can do a dramatding." "Can''t argue with that," Calcine said as she broke a Ginger Beer off the pack and opened it with a flick of her thumb. She took a long swig, then licked her finger, lighting it up with a glowing red me. "Cuddle in everybody and watch the show." The four Pok¨¦mon pawing at Brandy all copsed on her, weighing down her legs and pressing her chest into the soft sand. Marina was a hefty weight to bear, her expansive chest smashing Brandy down until her chin dug into the sand. Brandy wouldn''tin about being buried alive with all the love she was getting. The fourughed and squirmed together on top of her as they fought for a good view of the bonfire. Tugging flesh, teasing with fang, tooth, and w. It was exciting; they weren''t fighting over her but being squashed down by all that power. It was hard not to have a racing heart with the thought of what they could do to her all working together. Touch parts of Brandy she didn''t even know existed. Calcine shoved her hand deep into the pyre, the inside glowing a soft red and a quiet crackle building as the wood buckled under the heat. It caught fire slowly, the light of the fire turning the world around their little spot of warmth into an inky darkness that Brandy''s enhanced eyes could only barely see out of. There was so much wood piled it wasn''t long before it was a zing inferno, casting a warm orange glow on the four Pok¨¦mon on top of her. The ck silhouette that Calcine had be stepped in front of the roaring mes and spread arms, the flickering firelight highlighting her muscled figure and the smooth curves of her body. That fantastic ass that Morgan loved so much and the bob of hair that Brandy grew fonder of every day. Her glowing red eyes were the only feature the fire didn''t wholly lude; she looked like a goddess of the me. "The fire is lit," Calcine spoke, her voice deep and loud, carrying over the beach. "By the power of the ginger beer, I assume control of this mad carnal act. It is now time for the ritual tomence. We have a Trainer who used her skills to seize all the power at our feet and our tender mercy." Her speech was a little goofy. She was hamming up it and didn''t have the practiced effortlessness of speech Morgan did. But it barely mattered. The words were so tantalizing. "Brandy could ask us to do anything if we let her string a thought together. She could get all five of us to work between her legs. A five-headed Hydreigon of tongues." "Tempting," Holly said with a suck of her teeth. "Very tempting." Calcine waved the ginger beer bottle to Holly in salute. "Tempting indeed. Or she could pick out her favorite and have herself a treat before the main show." "Picking favorites is unfair to all of us," Mahi sniffed. "Try something new, Brandy. You''ve got a whole buffet here. Sample a little bit of everything to work out your taste." "Our Brandy does have an appetite. She''s a greedy girl at times. She could cut us off the leashes she''s holding and have us fight over her, stuffing her silly as our body and muscle m together." That one. That one. The Dark part of Brandy''s mind threw in all the credit it had to get her to voice it. But Brandy knew Calcine wasn''t doing this just for fun. She didn''t want to ruin it. "Oh, wise ginger beer-soaked fire leader," Marina said, her deep and husky voice making Brandy''s skin tingle in the best ways. "Must you tempt us with promises? When can the victorious beauty simply demand we move to action?" "Absolute fucking nerd," Mahiughed affectionately at Marina, "So not my type." "Oh, you''ve screamed otherwise," Marina blushed. "I have many fond memories of our time together. You''ve got a tenderness in that bitter heart that Holly''s wild orgasmic pleasures don''t." "Yeah, Brandy," Brandy felt something fizzle against her inside thighs. The trickling pressure of water swirling around the ball of a tail. "All I''ve got to offer is wild orgasmic pleasures. Should get boring little me out the way first." A shape flew over the stars, blotting them out briefly. About time. Brandy did her part to set it up, "I''d love tomand, but I am but a very soft and kissable lover to a real Legend." Brandy said, "You''ll just have to prepare my dainty but divine skin." There was a shucking sound as Calcine put her thumb over the top of the ginger beer bottle and shook it madly. Then she held it forward and reverentially poured the sudsy drink down upon Brandy. It fizzled as it sttered over her skin. "Then we shall treat her skin right. Bathe her, my devout congregation." It was like ringing a dinner bell. They all just went on Brandy in an absolutely unhinged and feral mobbing. Skin was sucked, bitten, licked, and slurped over with wild abandon. All except for Marina, who delicatelypped the ginger beer from Brandy''s neck with calm but heavy kisses. "So stupid," Mahi had amusement dripping in her voice as she chewed on an earlobe, ginger beer dribbling out of her mouth and down Brandy''s body. The sharp smell stopped Brandy from drifting away into the pleasure of it all. No escape. "I''ve wanted to get my teeth into this juicy bit of flesh for some time. Mmmm." Holly and Sparky had made a thigh pact, taking one each and keeping it pristine with their tongues. Their fingers slipped between Brandy''s legs and stroked against the fluttering fabric of her bikini bottoms. They were already soaked; Brandy was only human, and four sets of gorgeous Pok¨¦mon hands on her body had her internal engine roiling with heat. It wasn''t long before theirbined attention had her moaning loudly into the sand, the four of them giggling as their efforts made her shake, and her hips twitch. They were ying with her like an instrument, making her sing. Calcine had turned around, the mes casting dancing shadows across her back and making her seem even more impressive as she held her arms out and headed up to the sky. Her short skirt fluttered around that deliciously plump butt. It proved a lifeline for Brandy to focus on as she was very sexily mauled to death. The wind picked up and blew embers around them as a dark shape descended from the sky. There was a bit of wild, excited screaming as Morgan skirted right over the top of the fire, a buffet of wind sting behind her to hold the mes in shape as something crashed into them. Brandy gave a shocked jerk, had she just .... no... She had! There was a shape in the mes; Morgan had dropped Maple right into the heart of the fire, and her dark silhouette was slowly stretching like it was early morning, and she had a stiff back. The kissing and licking stopped. Everyone was staring as Maple strode out of the bonfire, wreathed in mes, her hair a flickering mass of fire that would have put a Delphox to shame. Her one-piece swimsuit was burning away as the fire caressed her skin, but it didn''t burn. It was held back by a glossy sheen that made her shine like she''d been dipped in oil. "Well, hello, Ladies. You''ve been keeping her warm for me," Maple grinned, the mes around her mouth giving it a wicked edge. "Holy fuck," Sparky whispered. "Now that''s an entrance." No arguments from Brandy. She was enraptured. Morgan had flown right past them, but she leaned over to rap her fist on Sparky''s head. "You posers can try to out-grandstand me, but you''ll have to try so much harder. Now let me in there. I want a taste." As Morgan''s feathers brushed against Brandy''s skin, Brandy barely registered the new set of kissing lips. The show ahead of her took up every bit of attention she had. Maple walked right over to Calcine and wrapped an arm around her waist, passing a fiery kiss on her lips, the mes shrouding them both briefly as they began to die down. A wide-eyed Calcine bent under the strength of it, Maple''s hand finding its way to Calcine''s chest and cupping a breast as she broke the kiss. "What do you think? You okay with not being the only hot stuff around here?" "How?" Calcine said, breathless. "I mean, that was amazing, and you''re so warm, I love it. But how?" "You said I didn''t give her a real inheritance?" Mahi said smugly, "Well, who''s not impressed now, huh? My Water Veil is the fucking best." A hot Maple. A literally hot Maple. "I want fire kisses." Brandy said, "I want them real bad." "Well, Calcine, can you help me make Brandy''s wishe true?" Maple said, giving Calcine a p on the ass. "Actually, I''m in charge, aren''t I? That''s an order. Help me kiss your Partner, silly." "She''s already pretty silly," Calcine smiled, "But we can get Sparky levels of silly, I think. Let''s do it." 202 – Switching It Up (18+) 202 ¨C Switching It Up (18+) Brandy''s heart was burning, skin scorching, blood flowing in molten rivers through her body. Maple''s skin glowed as the lingering bonfire mes crackled on her body. Brandy had to kiss her, and Maple was just as eager, their mouths connecting and the heat flowing back and forth. They were both burning, and the fire between them built and built until Brandy couldn''t stand it anymore, pushing her girlfriend down into the dirt, a puff of sand putting out thest wisps of me that had clung onto Maple''s fireproof skin. "Fuck me," Sparky whistled, "Now, this is a show. Calcine, you learning?" "I''m learning," Calcine nodded, "I am taking extensive notes." Calcine''s inheritance, Steam Engine, wasn''t something that Brandy could really ce inside of herself, but hearing Calcine''s voice made her aware of it. It wasn''t in her heart, though she felt it there plenty. It was bigger than that, felt in every bit of her. When appropriately stoked, the machinery whirled inside of her. It made her so very aware of every inch of her body. Her heart fluttered, her limbs couldn''t help but grab and squeeze with newfound strength, and the desire to connect with someone became overwhelming. "I need you," Brandy whispered, her voice low and hoarse. Primal. She was full of pressure right now and needed a release. Maple was so soft, her eyes wide and lips parted in a mixture of surprise and desire as Brandy straddled her hips. "All of you, not just Maple. I love all of you." "Everyone?" Mahi said, "Generous." "Everyone," Brandy nodded. "You''ve kept Maple safe. You''re part of her like my Partners are part of me. I want everything tonight." Marinaid a giant but gentle hand on Brandy''s shoulder, the blue skin the only spot of cool Brandy could feel right now. "You both have a tournament tomorrow." Maple opened her mouth to say something sensible, so Brandy stuffed her fingers in there so she wouldn''t. Maple''s tongue licked over Brandy''s fingers as she giggled and wriggled, not trying very hard to get free. "We''ll be careful," Brandy said, "I know my limits." "I don''t think I know mine," Holly said. "I''m going to destroy you both for being this hot." "That''s what''s worrying me," Marina said, turning her silvery eyes to Calcine, looking for a little bit of Rock solid sense in a rapidly escting situation. Calcine, however, was staring at the two women who were squirming in the sand, the wet sounds of Maple sucking on Brandy''s fingers echoing in the warm night air. "Maybe we could calm them down," Calcine nodded, "with ... mating presses?" Marina threw up her hands and looked to the rest of the field as Brandy leaned back and bumped her breasts with her head, giggling. Her frustration was weirdlyforting. "I''m usually the one to think up a game," Morgan said, "But with Calcine here. We should just tear that bikini off Brandy and see how high a note we can make her hit." "Sparky? Mahi?" Marina pleaded, "I can''t fight you all. Come on." "Brandy''s my Trainer," Sparky said. "I''ll do as she says." "Yeah, same Big M." Mahi smiled, "Maple gets thest word. They''re the ones who can think straight when things get wet and sticky." "You''re all terrible," Marina said as she ruffled her hand through Brandy''s hair. Her cool hand did help Brandy think a little, sapping some of that animalistic hunger and recing it with a pleasant cloud of good feelings. "I worry for you two. I''m going to appeal to your better senses." Maple nipped Brandy''s fingers until she could speak, her cheeks flushed and breathing fast. "I couldn''t care less if we do badly at the tournament. I want this." "You''re a liar, Maple," Marina said, squashing Brandy against Maple to steal a kiss from her trainer. If she was trying to curb the horny, being crushed between them certainly wasn''t helping. "You love winning. You''d be miserable if tonight spoiled your chances." "Marina''s not wrong," Brandy said, still riding a wave of endorphins and excitement as she was turned into sandwich filler. "We''re Trainers Maple; we should be able to handle our partner''s appetites." "Should we?" Maple grinned. "Can you feel Marina''s appetite against your ass? She''s pressed in pretty firmly there. She''s not as cool as she acts." Brandy could feel Marina''s cock very clearly. Neither Marina''s glittering blue dress nor the soft fabric of Brandy''s bikini bottoms dampened the feel of grinding stiffness. She couldn''t tell if Marina was grinding on purpose or if she was simply packing a tremendouslyrge dick and trying to getfortable, but she was definitely hard as ice. "I have to handle that," Maple said, "and my little Lapras thinks she''s small." "I feel she could give Mercury a run for her money," Brandy swallowed and rubbed her ass back, letting it press over that waiting length, getting a slight hiss out of Marina as her body tensed. "I''ve had practice, though. I can handle it. I barely know you, Marina, but you''re holding all that back and still being a good influence? You sure you''re not a legendary?" "She''s the best of us," Maple smiled, "Even if she won''t admit it." "Big M''s going to blush," Mahi whispered to Holly. "Ten bucks." "No bet! I''m not stupid." "I just don''t want you to do something you''ll both regret," Marina said. Brandy couldn''t see her face, but her bashful tone gave it away. She was absolutely blushing. "If you insist on it, I''m going to make sure you''re sore enough in the morning that you''ll remember my warning all day." "We''ll help," Calcine says, "It''ll be a team effort." "A big, sweaty, cum covered team effort," Sparky giggled. "You''ll turn up looking like a pair of Muks" "Nuh-uh," Holly said, "We''ll make them lick each other clean. Our Trainers got to look their best, even if they can barely walk." "That''s what you both want, is it?" Marina asked, her hands reaching around to squeeze Brandy''s waist. The cool touch of her skin and the soft fabric of her dress made Brandy''s body ache. "I thought I had such a strong Trainer. But she''s going all gooey at the thought of a buffet of dicks." Morgan did a sucking whistle of shock, her lips turning up into an impish smile at Marina''s taunt. Brandy''s heart was beating like a drum, and the blood rushing through her ears was drowning out everything except for the feel of Marina''s body, Maple''s softness, and the knowledge that she was about to be fucked in the open. She wanted it, they wanted it, and everybody got what they wanted. Right? No. Not quite. Maple had a little ice of her own in her eyes; she had her pride, and if Brandy would make everyone happy tonight, she had to think about the human element. So what did Maple want? To be the best trainer she could be, to excel in everything she put her mind to. Maple had gotten all bashful when Brandy had done an exquisite job of eating her out better back on the canal boat and been more than a little eager to try her best. She thrived onpetition so much she''d have made a great Poison Ace. Grabbing the reigns of a situation and just riding it into the ground came naturally to her. She needed something to master. Something she didn''t have experience with. "Okay," Brandy said, her voiceing out in a ragged breath, her head fuzzy with lust, but her willpower to see everyone smile tonight was still sharp enough to break through. "We won Volleyball, right? Trainers are in charge?" "Absolutely," Maple said, "If I tell you to destroy Brandy''s ass, Marina, you better do a good job." "I''d go so deep she''d swear she could feel me in her throat," Marina growled with a p to Brandy''s rear. It was good she wasn''t all serious. Marina had a yful side, too, and her voice was joyful at having a clear goal. It helped Brandy make up her mind about what to do. "Is that an order?" "No." Brandy said, "I''m sure Maple would take me apart in a second if she can order you three about, and I''m pretty sure I could leave Maple in a blissed-out crater if I order my Partners around." "Not seeing a downside to that," Morgan said, "But go on, I think I know where this is going." "Me too," Maple smiled. "Sparky, Morgan, get Brandy''s bikini off. With your teeth. Calcine, warm her up for us." "Yes, Mistress Maple," Sparky said with a grin as she dropped to her knees in the sand, grabbing hold of Brandy''s thigh and running her tongue up the length of her leg as she worked up to her bikini. "If this is what you both want, I can take orders from another woman for a night," Morgan smiled as she knelt behind Maple and pressed her soft feathered breasts into Maple''s back. "I like the taste of this redhead more, but Maple does have a firm stomach that really does something for me." "Thanks, I''ll have you grind your face in itter," Maple grinned as Calcine pounced on Maple''s stomach and started smothering them with red-hot kisses that made Maple''s insides squirm. "Brandy? My team is waiting." "Wait, you''re letting Brandy order us about?" Mahi''s incredulous tone made Brandy smile as Morgan bit at the knot of her bikini top, and Sparky just tried to rip her bottoms off with little gnawing growls. Brandy wasn''t one to overtly take charge when it came to fucking, but she was going to enjoy the training. "Yup, we''re doing a swap for the night" Maple nodded. "She can boss you three around. You''ll do anything she says. Anything." "I mean, I''ve made peace with her, but I don''t think she knows what I want." Mahi said, "After all-" "Mahi, this is way too much talking. Why don''t you stuff Maple''s mouth with your dick?" "You''re the boss, Brandy," Mahi said, skipping over the sand towards Maple. "Never wrong." "Shameless!" Holly gasped, "I''m so proud of you." "Holly, use that tail to get us both ready." Brandy added, "I think Marina''s attempt to save us from ourselves deserves a reward." "She does," Maple said. She''d managed to stop Mahi from just fucking her throat raw, her golden hair held in a bunched fist as shethered up Mahi''s dick with her tongue with the kind of smooth skill that spoke to practice. Lots of practice. Well, Maple did seek perfection; her Partners were lucky. "All your partners deserve a treat, too; they helped me work through some stuff." "And now I''m helping Marina work through some stuff," Holly chirped as the ball of her tail pressed between Brandy''s leg. That fizzle of rushing water made Sparky splutter as it rolled over Brandy''s sensitive skin. "That stuff is both your guts." "Holly!" Maple gasped before being cut off by the crown of Mahi''s dick, the rest of her reply a cheek-stuffed muffle. "Well, it is," Holly said with a giggle, the ball of her tail pressing up to Brandy''s pussy and practically power-washing the inside. It was intense, almost enough to make Brandy cum on the spot. She might have broken if she hadn''t gotten so much practice being overwhelmed and the extra assistance of her Steam Engine stoked by a smoking hot Carkol peppering her stomach with fiery kisses. "Marina, you want to cash in your good girl points?" "Usually, I''d share, but an order is an order," Marina sighed happily, her hands slipping around to entwine with Morgan''s fingers as they both cupped Brandy''s breasts, squeezing and lifting her soft flesh and letting their fingers trace over her nipples. "I''m not sure about this position. The angle. I have a lot to swing and can''t exactly curl it in." "Calcine," Maple said, taking a desperate breath as she pulled herself briefly off Mahi''s dick. "Fold Brandy like a deck chair for my lovely Lapras. Sparky, you want in on the squeeze. Get your head in there." There was a gleeful bug cackle as Brandy looked into Calcine''s fiery red eyes. She saw so no mercy there, two firm hands grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down to squish a bug and present her to a cock that Brandy hadn''t seen but was pretty sure was going to need every bit of watery lube Holly had managed to conjure up. She was in control, though. She could moderate this. She just had to make everyone take it easy. "So let me be clear, Brandy," Marina said, "You want me to stuff you with so much dick you''ll have trouble breathing." "If you can hit that deep," Brandy''s mouth said before her brain checked the words. "I''m pretty sure I''ve had bigger." This was Sparky''s fault somehow. Brandy wasn''t sure how, but it was. "Oh shit, she''s going to die," Mahi groaned as she tugged on Maple''s hair. "Nice knowing you, Brandy. Shame I never got to y with your new tits, they''re pretty nice." Sweetpliment. Brandy didn''t get time to enjoy it as Marina pressed forward and knocked every thought in Brandy''s head right out of her ears. So much for taking it easy. She''d just have to take it hard. 203 – A Moan of Ice and Fire (18+) 203 ¨C A Moan of Ice and Fire (18+) Marina was lovely, a real sweetheart, even with a bit of a chip on her shoulder about her size, and yet there was something about the talldy with a big dick that brought out the brat in Brandy. She hadn''t meant to be. The urge to run her mouth and push Marina''s button had just bubbled up from somewhere inside her. A bit of Sparky-esque mischief to poke a tiny hole in Marina''s self-image as a runt and force her to take charge. If her aim was to piss Marina off, it''d worked a treat because the Lapras was working her hips like a piston and just cramming Brandy full of so much dick her vision was swimming. She knew Maple was under her, kissing away at her cheeks, running her fingernails down Brandy''s back. Calcine''s hands squeezed into her shoulders, holding her firm in a folded press for Marina, but beyond that? When you''re getting railed so hard you can barely breathe, it makes everything else feel a little distant. Marina''s thick cock was stretching her walls out so wide, and Brandy could feel every inch of that throbbing dick put in the work to plow her resisting insides. There was no way the Lapras could miss the tight, clenching spasms that came from the sudden rush of pleasure Brandy was feeling. It was like someone had hit a button, and her body had decided all it wanted was to squeeze down on that wonderful cock until it gave Brandy a cream filling. This would be about as bad a situation as you could get into in a tournament fight. Luckily, this was all just for fun and a little bit of bond-building, so the only problem here was Brandy needed to get Maple fucked too. Mahi getting a blowjob didn''t cut it. Maple probably got to do plenty of that normally. She deserved something special. "You really bring out the best in people," Mapleughed while Mahi let her catch a quick breath, and she tugged at Brandy''s cheek. "Marina''s fired up. I should take notes." "If you can think that clear, I''m doing a bad job," Brandy gasped as the air was pushed out of her lungs again by another hard m of Marina''s cock. Her toes were curling as they dug into the sand. A cool calm flowed around her insides as they were stretched out around that fantastic cock. A little bit of soothing that let Brandy take a breath and drool some on Maple''s cheek. Maple giggled under her and tried to push her face aside as her tongue flopped out her mouth. "Marina, take me higher," Brandy begged, "You''re strong, right? Hoist me up." "Calcine help her out; I want to see her pressed t." Maple said, "You two are hot and cold. Make her melt in the middle." The Lapras'' grip tightened on her waist, and her hips kept on pistoning in and out, but Marina seemed to have caught her meaning. She was still thrusting, but she was dragging Brandy up, too, her weight supported by Calcine''s deliciously warm and firm body as she bounced on Marina''s cock. Maple was dragged away, giving them a little space as Calcine wrapped her arms around Brandy, pulling her into a tight hug. Her whole body felt like it was burning up in the Carkol''s embrace, her heat meeting the rxing chill of Marina''s and turning into a foggy, dripping mess inside her. Brandy couldn''t hold back a groan as she felt the Lapras'' cock press deep into her. It was like her whole insides were wetted y being molded around Marina''s dick, her pussy gripping tight to it with every clenching pulse, her juices dribbling down Marina''s length. Move and Type Combinations. Powerful. It''s devastating if done right. Maple must have asked Sparky to get between her thighs because the Bug had her head between them, her tongue crackling as shepped along the skin and homed in on Maple''s pussy. What went well with Electric? "Holly, wrap your tail around Sparky''s choker and give her tongue a washout; she says some terrible things now and then," Brandy said with malicious glee fluttering in her heart. She knew Sparky''s electricity increased sensitivity, but they''d never mixed it with water. "She''s going to bite my tail off," Holly grumbled, even as she did what Brandy said. She coiled her long tail around the choker, tugging it tight, as she pressed the smooth, blue ball on the end of her tail into the Bug''s mouth. Briefly gagged, Sparky fought back the only way she knew how. With a fanged Bug Bite that had the blue mouse spilling into the sand with an ecstatic wail. "Oh fuck," Maple squeaked, "Morgan, check her? Did that hurt?" The only Pok¨¦mon not yet involved, Morgan fluttered her ck feathered, winged arms out wide as she stepped up to the moaning Holly. Brandy could see the evil smile as she crouched to brush her wing over Holly''s face. The tip of her hat and wink to Brandy as she nudged a thigh against Maple. "Why don''t you feel yourself?" Maple''s eyes rolled back into her head as Morgan used her Foul y to swap what Holly and Maple felt. The Bug Bite orgasm hitting her by surprise had her nearly choking herself on Mahi''s dick. Then just an eyeblinkter, Mahi was the one choking, while Maple''s hips bucked about madly, her ass pounding the sand. "What''s the matter, Mahi?" Morgan cackled, "You''re so in love with yourself. I thought you''d be happy you finally get to suck your own dick." Okay, maybe Morgan untamed was a little bit of a problem. Brandy knew the Mahi death stare well by now, and she''d brought it out for the first time on the beach to turn it at Morgan. "I can take it," Mahi groaned, her words a little slurred from the phantasmal feeling of what Maple was doing with her mouth. "Quit showboating and make my Trainer cum." Sparky spat out Holly''s tail, the water flowing around her crackling tongue as she went down on Maple with such sheer enthusiasm that it was frightening. Sparky just got right in there, holding Maple''s kicking legs with her arms and letting her thighs smush on in as her soaking, sparking tongue feasted on a pussy that also thought it was a dick getting a blowjob at the same time. It would have been confusing for Maple if she had any ability to think. But if Brandy thought Marina had coaxed some noises out of her, then it was absolutely nothingpared to the wails Maple and the others were making. It was like a full chorus from everyone as Morgan swapped pleasure and sensation back and forth, ying them like instruments. Maple''s body was the central conduit for all that dizzying, body-spasming joy. "I''m feeling a little inadequate again," Marina said, voice filled with awe. "Calcine punch her for me for being so silly." Brandy groaned, "I''d do it myself by my arms are all wobbly from getting fucked out of my mind." In all the confusion, she''d forgotten how literal Calcine could be. "dly," the Carkol rumbled, then punched Marina in the arm. Marina''s arm flowed with a cool silver liquid, and Calcine''s fist bounced off with a metallic ng, like hitting a bell that couldn''t swing properly. "Sorry," Marina apologized as Calcine sucked her knuckles, "My shell is a bit overly protective of me." "You''re very hard," Calcine said as she sucked her knuckles. That was a colossal understatement; Brandy knew precisely how hard Marina was. Calcine had no idea. "Every team needs a strong frontline," Marina said, "Or the ocean will just wash you away. I know a stone like you can do better than that. You held back, didn''t you?" "Disappointed?" Calcine said, getting her grip back on Brandy''s shoulder. "I held back because you are. Brandy can still speak. I know a good frontline knows how to make a woman squeal. She can take it, impress me." Brandy was so proud of her girl for seeing an issue and taking charge like that to fix it. She''d have kissed Calcine if she had any say at all in what her body was doing right now. Instead, it only got harder from there as Marina finally put her all into it. Brandy''s breath came out in a ragged moan. Her eyes rolled back, and her jaw trembled. The Lapras was just hammering her insides, her cock pushing deeper and deeper and then finally bottoming out and pressing against some squishy, exciting core of nerves within Brandy. Centuries of inheritance had made humans so wonderfully stretchy. Brandy could feel the pulse of Marina deep inside her, and yet still, the Lapras pushed, grinding against Brandy''s skin, trying to im more of her than was even possible. It wasn''t the kind of soft,fy sex Brandy usually liked, but it wasn''t painful either. The opposite. Brandy''s nerves were alight and firing, her muscles spasming, and she wasn''t the only one. Calcine''s fingers clenched tightly onto her ass, holding her steady for Marina as Calcine just imed Brandy''s moans for her own with a kiss that was so hot and passionate that Brandy was surprised steam wasn''t pouring out of her mouth. Brandy was the first to break. It was amazing she''d evensted this long. Her wail, muffled by Calcine''sshing tongue, was a thing of beauty. It mingled in with Mahi''s strangled encouragement, Holly''s wailing moans, the messy sound of a Joltik feasting on pussy and getting her thigh-crushing reward, and whatever unearthly noises Maple was making now. She was hitting notes so high they made Brandy''s ears sting. All the while, Morgan just stood imperiously above them all, a foot pressed to Maple''s stomach as her eyes sparkled with malicious glee. A little thrill of tingling fear went up Brandy''s spine mid-orgasm. Morgan really was going to be a nightmare to deal withter. There was a rush of cool, soothing liquid in her depths, the Lapras finally giving up her load with a gasp and a groan. It was weird soothing after the hard pounding she''d gotten, her muscles rxing and the cheek-pped soreness fading away as the rather generous helping of cum painted her insides. It was a neat trick; it made for the perfecte-down. Brandy could have happily drifted to sleep in blissful happiness in Marina''s arms. If not for the fire raging in her mouth, hot and hungry. "Shall I take turns holding her?" Marina said, withdrawing her dick with a quick thrust that made it an almost graceful gesture. So unfair that she could cum that hard and still act like a queen. "I''d quite like to see you go all out." She pped Brandy''s ass, the cheeks pping in the night air. "Come on, Calcine, show me how it''s done." She sounded happier than Brandy had heard her for a while. There was no cringing guilt in her voice, no nervous worry, just the confident husk of a job very well done. Brandy hoped Maple helped her feel like this often. Maple had the talent. She was undoubtedly bringing something out in Morgan. As for Calcine? Brandy saw nothing but fire in Calcine''s eyes as she slid her tongue out of Brandy''s mouth, the hot muscle twitching as Calcine breathed hard, her chest pressing into Brandy''s own. The firestone between her breasts glowed bright with white me. Brandy could just tell that it would be glowing a lot brighter before this night even began to be over. Both the Trainers were in for a lot of hard but rewarding work yet. 204 – Not Perfect, and That’s Fine 204 ¨C Not Perfect, and That¡¯s Fine Hot, crazy sex. Heart pounding, body pounding, actual literal pounding. Fucking, if you will. Brandy liked it. That did feel obvious as a revtion, but it was a little moreplicated than that. It wasn''t just that it felt good, though it did. Something about the physical exertion mixed in with all the emotional outlets made it just as exciting as fighting. It made sense that the two went together; there was technical skill, clever use of Moves, and trust. So much trust. Sex, good sex anyway, made you both a little vulnerable. If you held back and hid parts of yourself, it didn''t quite hit as hard. It was still good, but it was the difference between a cheap burger stuffed with sauce and cheese and a properly made fancy thing where the meat''s vor does all the talking. It also meant in a wild, eight-person mess of a campfire orgy, you could tell who was shying away. Nobody here was shy, except maybe Marina, so when they didn''t want to engage, there had to be a reason. Mahi wasn''t interested in going for Brandy, and that made sense. Their rtionship was still awkward; it''d started badly, and while they both loved Maple, it''d be hard to say that Brandy actually liked Mahi. It wasn''t that she was a bad person, though she certainly was a bit full of herself, just that they hadn''t had the chance to open up to each other properly. Mahi had spilled a bit about how much she loved Maple and was thankful for Brandy introducing her, but that didn''t really fix their rtionship. It wasn''t that Brandy couldn''t sleep with someone antagonistic; Mercury was a rather prideful menace, and even if she also had a good heart, she was just so full of herself. Brandy was more awed by her sheer brazenness than in love. Victoria and Shay were both menaces of a kind that were a fun little challenge to run across, but it''s not like Brandy would call them friends. Passing Rivals at best. Still, from the bits she saw of Mahi, she had depths Brandy hadn''t seen. Marina had gotten exhausted after a while of mushing Brandy''s brains out, and Mahi was giving her a nice rub down with a spray of water, clearly getting some kind of satisfaction out of soothing her aches. Mahi didn''t take being spurned well, but she was genuinely pretty sweet to her team. Sure, she called Holly a rat a lot, but she also admitted freely she was better at sex. It was more like her own team''s friendly rivalries than actually bitter. They all seemed to get along with her. Holly and Morgan were cheerfully watching over Calcine as they tried to cook marshmallows on sticks, and by Brandy''s count, Calcine had set four on fire so far. From the way Calcine ate the charred lumps anyway, she was starting to think it was on purpose. It''d be nice to grab some time with Mahi and see if they could finally bury the hatchet. Something for another day. Mahi she could deal with giving her the cold shoulder. Maple, well, that was a thornier problem. They were lying on the sand together, arms outstretched to entwine fingers as the fires warmed them. Sparky was curled up on the other side of Maple, just enjoying the hug after doing some excellent work turning Maple into a boneless mess. Both of them a little exhausted, but also drawing strength from being with each other. But her grip was a little too tight, clinging to Brandy as if she might drift away. There was a pain in her eyes, an awkwardness Brandy hadn''t seen since that rough day they''d met at the Pok¨¦mon center when Maple was at her lowest. Brandy could ruin the moment and address it head-on or hope that look disappears as they rx. It was not really a choice; Brandy couldn''t look at those sad eyes in good conscience. She just had to tear off the bandage with a delicate enough touch that she didn''t make it all worse. "Your team''s incredible," Brandy said, squeezing Maple''s hand back. The gritty sand under her fingers was a huge contrast to Maple''s silky smooth skin. "Marina''s the perfect addition." "Isn''t she?" Maple smiled, leaning her head back to look at the stars. "You should see her fight properly. She''s a real force of nature." "I''m going to see it tomorrow. I''m watching your fight. You ready for your first tournament fight?" "Yeah," Maple said, "I think I am. We all are. The teams reallye together after the Gym here." Whatever had happened in that Gym was pretty intense, but Brandy couldn''t ask what. That was the rule. She was starting to wish they''d had a chance to beat it before they met up so they could swap stories. Water Gym is something to do with passion. Affirming your love? Understanding your feelings? It was so flexible it''d be hard to guess. Well, there was one thing she could ask. "What''s the Gym''s theme?" "Baring hearts." Oh shit. Well, that exined why it was on Maple''s mind so much. Brandy knew why she loved her team, but she doubted the Gym would be that easy. It was going to dig deep. Still, if Maple is all torn up about that, she could practice right now. "Your drive is incredible. You''re never satisfied with anything but the best." Brandy said, "If you fell for me, it''s because you knew I was worth it. It makes me feel like a giant." "What are you doing?" Maple huffed, her fingers flexing to tap the back of Brandy''s hand in admonishment. "Complimenting me like that out of the blue. Stupid." "No, not out of the blue. I''m bad at the book stuff, but I''m not stupid. You''ve been thinking about us after the Gym, right?" "That''s..." Maple faltered, sighing. "Calcine told you? Sparky, did you tell her." "Nope," Sparky mumbled, cozying up to Maple''s side. "You should be proud of Brandy. She''s usually pretty awful at reading humans. Want me to shoo so you two can talk properly?" "Nah, it''s fine," Maple said, "You''re very cuddly, and I could use the support." "I am happy to be a pillow for you any time." Sparky purred as she cuddled on in. "Throw me between you both if you want." Maple flicked Sparky''s nose, which got an amusing little buzz out of her. "Menace. Okay. Feeling stuff. Baring hearts. I can do this." "Come here," Brandy shuffled up to get closer, pressing their sides together. Her body warmth melted into Maple''s soft skin. It seems water inheritance came with some really nice skincare benefits; just the feeling of it made Brandy''s heart race a little. Maple was soft, even with her firm muscle underneath, the Fighting Inheritance from her Falinks mom. Maple took a breath, trying to figure out what to say. Brandy could almost see the gears in her head turning, and while she loved the woman''s brain, this was a time for feelings. Brandy could give her a nudge. "I like you." "I like you too, Brandy. I hope that was obvious," Maple smiled."I''m not worried about that. You are a very easy girl to understand." Brandy was going to take that as apliment. She could be tricky, and she struggled with stuff sometimes, but she did her best not to hide it away. "There''s something else that''s eating you." Sparky snorted into Maple''s side and got a hair ruffle for her evils. "We fell in love pretty quick. You helped me out and I was really thankful and ..." "Hey," Brandy gave Maple a peck on the lips. Just a cute little tap to give Maple a taste of her, sweaty and exhausted as she was. "We''re Trainers. Falling in love quickly is what we do. I love my team. I know you love yours. I saw something nice in you and wanted to share it." "I just worry," Maple licked her lips, those gears turning again. Brandy gave her a soft squeeze to ease the words out. "I''m struggling to find a word that isn''t ''pity.''" "I don''t pity you,e on." "I know!" her blonde hair swished as she shook her head to dispel the thought. "It''s more that I was vulnerable, and you cared for me. I want to get rid of that bit of vulnerability you loved. I want to be strong enough to handle anything. Mercury teases me a lot about what she did when we chat, but she really does think I can be that person." "You''re worried you rely on me?" "I worry I like you because you give more than you take. Mahi, Holly, and Marina, we talked about this. Hashed it out and promised to do better for each other. Help build each other up more." Maple gave a little sniff; she was getting teary-eyed. "It''s harder than I thought. We backslide a lot; sometimes, I feel I''m not cut out for this, bncing it all." "It''s not about bnce," Brandy said, "My team all want different things, and they have problems too. It''s like a wheel. One side falls, and the others have to rise up to keep them moving. We''ll never be perfectly bnced, but we can ensure the whole thing keeps rolling." "She says she''s not smart," Sparky said, her voice muffled as she pressed her head into Maple''s boob. "Then shees out with this stuff." "It''s pretty incredible," Maple agreed. "I feel like a burden. You don''t need my help. You are doing so well. All I can do is take." "Take what? What are you being so greedy for? Love? Comfort? Sex?" Brandy brushed Maple''s cheek. "You think I don''t enjoy giving all those things? It''s not a bad thing to needfort. I enjoy seeing you grow as a Trainer. I''m cheering for you, Maple; I''m going to cheer for you tomorrow so hard my voice cracks." "Unless we fight each other." "Oh fuck, I hope that doesn''t happen." Brandy groaned, "First round fight? That''s too much." "It might happen," Maple said, "I hope it doesn''t. I want to hear you cheer for me." Maple pulled Brandy onto her side with a few pushes of her weirdly strong hands. She''d definitely inherited a bit more strength from someone. Their faces were so close Maple''s flowing blonde hair could barely flutter between them. "I don''t think I''m cut out for this," she whispered. "I''ve never been bad at something before. That sounds stupid, but it''s true." "You''re not bad at this," Brandy said, "Your Partners love you, and you''ve got the same number of badges as me. I didn''t help you with any of them." "Still..." Brandy just kissed her. She didn''t want to hear any moreints. Not when they were all wrong. "The only thing that''d hurt me is if you needed my help and were too afraid to ask. You do not have to be perfect; you''re allowed to make mistakes, and I will help as much as you want. Your smiles are so pretty they''re more reward than I could hope for." Maple tried not to smile, but she couldn''t help it. Her face lit up as she bumped foreheads with Brandy. "You can''t just say things like that." "She''s a big sap," Sparky mumbled. "She always says stuff like that when we get weepy." Brandy giggled, "I love you all a lot, and you just have to put up with it." Mapleughed, pressing a kiss of her own to Brandy''s lips. It was nice. Her blue lipstick tasted of something nice and sweet. "Fine, if I get to be greedy, then so can you. What do you want Brandy Joyce?" "Nothing," Brandy smiled. "This is perfect." "You pure-hearted soul," Maple bit Brandy''s top lip, pulling at it. "This isn''t even close to perfect. You''re just not thinking big enough. Sparky, give me some ideas of what to do to her." "Ohohoh," Sparky cackled. "I''ve some fantasies I wouldn''t mind seeing be a reality. Get her legs over your shoulders, and we''ll put on a bit of a show for everyone." Maple''s unreal strength got another show off as she just flipped Brandy up and over her shoulder like she was a towel. Her smug grin as she looked down the length of Brandy''s body made Brandy''s cheeks burn. Oh. Oh! Maybe she really didn''t know what perfect was. She was eager to find out. 205 – Tide Goes In, Tide Goes Out (18+) 205 ¨C Tide Goes In, Tide Goes Out (18+) Brandy had always known Maple had been wickedly strong. In college, she was feared on the ser team as a striker who''d once kicked a ball so hard it''d driven the poor goalie into the back of the. Brandy knew there was a lot of social credit to be had for a girl who could throw you over her shoulders. In a school stuffed full of hopeless romantics, she''d enjoyed a bit of that herself. Thinking back on all those piggybacks and fire lifts she''d done for girls she thought were just friendly hijinxs? So much time to make up for. At least Maple seemed eager to make a start on that. She''d thrown Brandy''s legs over her shoulders and was supporting Brandy''s back with two firm hands, her palms running up and down Brandy''s spine, as her long blonde hair wafted around her so perfectly, it was almost certainly getting help from a certain Murkrow. Her eyes were a brilliant sea green-blue, shining bright as the bonfire mes reflected off them. So fucking pretty. Brandy drank in every detail. From the rosy flush on her cheeks to the slight parting of her lips, her tongue running along them to whet them for what was toe. She looked like she was savoring the meal before her, and when Maple finally dove in, she''d just absolutely devour her. The anticipation was killing Brandy. That the teasing, oh the teasing. Maple''s tongue darted in and out, her mouth hovering over Brandy''s soaking sex. She gave a tease of a touch, the most fleeting taste of the pleasure toe. Just the faintest flick against Brandy''s outer lips as the warmth of Maple''s breath tickled against her sensitive skin. "I didn''t say to eat her out," Sparky tutted. "Trainers. Just don''t listen when they''re horny." "Sorry, little bug." Maple''s eyes fluttered as she kept eye contact with Brandy and licked her lips. "She''s just so ... yummy." Yes. Yes! Yes. Okay then. Yes. Absolutely. This was good. Yes. Very cool. Maple''s eyes twinkled as if she knew the exact effect her words had on Brandy. Fuck, Brandy had felt like she could topple the world earlier when her Steam Engine was thrumming and yet it was all running in reverse. She could feel the fire in her veins, the thumping of a heart driven on by something far more potent than even Maple''s curiously strong muscles, and all she wanted to do was bury her head in the sand and let Maple enjoy taking her apart. She felt helpless, but not in a bad way. Helpless but sure it''d all be okay, like she had gotten pulled in by a riptide and could only surrender, trusting she was being carried to better ces. "Little bug," Sparky snorted. "You weren''t calling me little earlier Maple. I think I could repeat some of the screams for Brandy. I think she was too busy to notice them. They were veryplimentary." Maple bit her bottom lip cutely and shied her eyes away from Sparky''s grinning mouth. "You''ve not Evolved yet, I''m looking forward to not so little Sparky. If I can survive her." "Ooh, nice save." Holly giggled. She was sitting in the sand with Calcine and Morgan, waving about a marshmallow on a stick. "But quit teasing her, Sparky; you''re killing me here. Start the show!" "Missing the hat for a real show woman, but yeah, do your best, Sparky," Morgan said, her whole body leaning forward to get a slightly better view of everything. "And get on with it!" Brandy tried to nod emphatically in agreement with them both, but the movement was awkward, with her head driven back into the sand. Maple''s fingers patterned over Brandy''s back as she shuffled to getfortable, ready to support her once she''d settled down again. "Ladies," Sparky gave a peppy little bow, "And those without wings in the wings," She waved over to Marina, who was sitting in Mahi''sp. Mahi was a slender fish about the same height as Maple. She was absolutely buried under the tall Lapras. Not that she seemed to mind, as her arms were wrapped around Marina''s waist nice and tight. Her head was tucked under Marina''s arm to watch. "And any other wandering eyes who might be peeking in. I''ll begin by showing you all the instrument of Brandy''s destruction." Sparky gestured imperiously to Maple, and Maple''s smile was pure sin as her tongue extended from her mouth, her head dipping between Brandy''s legs. Maple''s tongue was a perfect mixture of soft and wet. Yet, an insistent firmness was behind it that pressed into the soft flesh of Brandy''s folds, parting them open as Maplepped in deeper with sheer brute strength. The feeling of being opened, of the pressure inside her, the warmth of her tongue, the wetness of her saliva, all of it, every sensation, it was overwhelming and not enough. An absolutely delightful mix of contradictory needs. "See how shamelessly horny humans are," Sparky spoke in hushed tones like she was narrating a nature documentary. "Be careful, girls, if one of these gets your dick in her mouth, you''ll be wet putty in their hands. There are legends of what these tongues can do." "And the legends are true!" Mahi called out, her head rubbing against Marina''s nkzily. "Do half as good as you do to me, Maple, and Brandy will be screaming your name and begging for mercy in no time. I want her to beg." Sparky tapped Maple''s forehead, pushing gently until her head tilted back. Brandy''s juices dripped off her tongue, running down her chin. A small trickle, a prelude to the floods Maple was building up inside her. Sparky leaned down in the sand until she was just inches from Brandy''s ears, though her focus was entirely on Maple right now. The Joltik''s bright blue eyes were just a shining light in the corner of her eye. "I know what it''s like to be ground into the sand and love it," Sparky whispered. The sound carried in the night air with how deathly quiet everyone was for Sparky''s performance. "I bet if you could reach up there, you''d want to lick that up, wouldn''t you, Brandy?" Sparky said, adding a tiny bit of sultriness to her voice that made the taunt hit all the harder. "Sloppily, like the bitch in heat that you are." "I-if, uh-huh, y-yeah." Brandy''s head was fizzling. She couldn''t keep the words straight in her head. They sunk under the blood rush from being held upside down like this. "You should see the look on her face up close, girls," Sparky snickered. "She''s loving this." "I''d hope so." Calcine said, "I''m loving this." Sparky''s legs kicked the air yfully, a happy buzz in her throat as she called back to the campfire. "How deep should Maple go, gang?" "All the way," Holly cheered. "Sore jaw or bust." "Fuck yes." Morgan agreed, "I want to see her eat Brandy out like she''s a starving Wingull, and she thinks Brandy''s hiding a chip up there." "Gross," Marina said as she stroked Mahi''s long red hair, "But now I want to see that too. Show her what you can do, Maple!" "Oh, you''ll all get to see it," Sparky grinned, her hand resting on the top of Maple''s head, as she guided her back to Brandy''s dripping sex. "Maple promised to destroy this pussy for us. I know she''s a woman of her word." Sparky pushed down hard. Brandy gasped as Maple''s tongue, a living battering ram, crashed into her and drove right through her defenses. Their time on the canal boat was nothingpared to this. There was an edge to her tongue now. A power backing it up that had a direct line into Brandy''s thrumming core. Her hips rocked, desperately trying to find purchase on the sand below, but Maple was holding her tight and wouldn''t let her move an inch. Maple''s tongue curled,nguidly stroking her inner walls. A low roll that let Brandy really experience the moment. To feel the softness, the power, the way her muscles mped around it, the way the pressure inside her built, the way Maple''s lips kissed at her folds, the way her tongue was just ever so slightly shifting in texture. A tiny reflection of Holly''s delightful tail. "That''s beautiful," Morgan softly praised. "Sparky, I take it back. You get an honorary hat." "I know my girl," Sparky said with a little dip of her knees. "But I don''t know Maple. Could I have an assistant from the audience?" "Sure," Mahi said, "Maple. You''ve been simpering after a tasty bit of redhead meat ever since you saw those little glimpses of her maid dress Morgan sent you. I want you to do to her what you did to me after you saw those. She can take it." Holly cackled. "She can probably take it. Maple fucked you up." "I can," Brandy squeaked, though her voice was hoarse and barely carried. It sounded pathetic, and that just made everyone more excited. They wanted to see her crack, and Brandy was right there with them. Maple started to pump her tongue. It was slow, at first, just the slightest of motions, a gentle thrust into Brandy, her tongue dragging along Brandy''s inner walls as she worked her way deeper and deeper inside her. Her eyes set with pure determination as she rolled her head, pressing her chin into Brandy''s skin to give her just a few extra millimeters of pleasure. Sparky''s fingers yed through Maple''s hair, gently guiding her back and forth as the rhythmic motion of her tongue started to pick up. The slow, sensual grind became a steady, relentless pounding, driving Brandy wild, her hips bucking against Maple''s iron grip, trying to meet every thrust, and failing. She was entirely in Maple''s hands, so Brandy surrendered to it and let Maple ride her. Maple rode her hard. A hand moved from her back, and Brandy was lowered a little deeper into the sand. The rubbing thrusts dug out a groove, slowly burying her. A flex of Calcine''s fingers kept the sand out of her mouth, but the Carkol''s fiery red eyes gleamed as she didn''t do anything to keep the rest of the coarse sand from smearing across Brandy''s face. The change of position meant Maple could get just that little bit more of her, and that was the final nail in the coffin. There was a lot writhing around inside her. So fucking much. She could barely handle the waves of pleasure, the building tension of that burning fire inside her, a pressure cooker that had no outlet except through orgasmic release. The world was spinning as it overtook her; Brandy''s control over her body was a thin thread; her legs were kicking all on their own, her hands wing futilely in the sand for purchase. Brandy was shown no mercy. Maple''s tongue was a machine, a piston with the softest, silkiest surface. Every thrust was a hammer blow that rang out through Brandy, and it was all so fucking good. All those watching were cheering and pping, an enthusiastic backing chorus to Brandy''s own moans. She was utterly lost, adrift on a sea of pure bliss, her mind filled only with the feeling of Maple''s tongue buried deep in her and those beautiful sea blue-green eyes watching her like a shark. Waiting for her a moment''s weakness so she could dig in and tear her apart. She didn''t have to wait long. When Brandy''s climax hit her, it hit her hard. Her entire body seized up, every muscle tensed and straining as she was overwhelmed by her orgasm. Brandy could see Maple''s eyes shining above her, her hair falling down over her face as she watched, entranced by Brandy''s spasming, writhing body. Proud of herself, a pride that Brandy was d to see finally back in those beautiful eyes. --- When Brandy finally returned to reality, the sand was in her mouth, her eyes were full of grit, and her ears were ringing. Her breath was hot and heavy, and something soft was batting against her face. "It''s cooking, I tell you," someone whispered. "Hold it closer." White filled her vision, which didn''t make much sense. Usually, that was a Pok¨¦mon thing. Something incredibly soft and sweet smelling batted her nose, and she took revenge on it by biting back. A sticky mass of warm marshmallows filled her mouth, the sugary warmth helping her to settle her thoughts a little. "Are... are you fuckers cooking marshmallows on me?" "Of course." Morgan''s smug voice. "What else are we supposed to use you for?" "Maple was looking forward to a midnight snack with you," Holly added. "But she''ll settle for a bedwarmer. You two need a rest." "I need to pay her back," Brandy mumbled. Her words were slurring. Her mouth was coated in sugary melted marshmallows, and the heat radiating from her cheeks made it hard to focus on anything else. "Where''s she at?" "Tell you what," Sparky said, "How about we stuff you two into a sleeping bag, and you can finger each other silly until you drift off to sleep? This isn''t our only night together; we''ll put Holly in charge of you next time." "How many fingers can you get in her Brandy?" Holly said eagerly, "We''ll find out next time. Together." Brandy groaned and rolled her eyes, settling back against something as soft as a marshmallow. Something with hands, teeth, and a bitey attitude for Brandy''s neck. "Found the Maple," Brandy mumbled, "You need a bedwarmer?" "A nice cozy girlfriend for the night would be a delight," Maple said, "You''ve done plenty to make me smile tonight. But if you still feel guilty in the morning about not reciprocating, you can always give me breakfast in bed." That was a bargain Brandy was willing to uphold. She''d start Maple''s day right. 206 – We Were Maid For This 206 ¨C We Were Maid For This BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! "Calcine," Sparky mumbled groggily, pulling the sleeping back hood over her head. "Shut up." There was a thwack and a small squeak of pain, followed by smug, bug-like sniggering. Brandy opened a bleary eye and squeezed the soft Maple, who''d tucked herself under her chin. That had sounded an awful lot like a ship''s horn. Probably because it was, that huge white cruise liner they''d seen floating out at sea had finallye into the pier to dock. Brandy closed her eyes and pulled Maple closer; the squishy warmth of a body was too inviting even to consider getting up. It was still early; the sun was barely over the horizon, chasing off the beach''s cold night air. The smoldering remains of their bonfire were a charred lump that Marina was futilely trying to get lit. The poor Ice type would strike a match and then stare at the me, turning the matchstick into a tiny ice cube popsicle that she dropped with a huff into a pile of other little glittering matchsticks. "Hate to be another pain, but can you me Charge that up, Calcine?" Brandy said as she tried to fix some of the tangles in Maple''s hair. She''d thank herter. Calcine stuck her hand out of their sleeping bag at Marina, fingers beckoning. "Give hand." Marina gingerly offered her hand out, and Calcine took it gently. Their fingers mingled as Calcine explored Marina''s hand, eventually rubbing two fingers into Marina''s palm as the giant, steel-corseted woman blushed up a storm. "You''re strong. You cradle a little fire. We can be quite gentle back if you treat us with respect." Calcine said, her fingers hissing with steam as they rubbed over Marina''s iceden palm, "Now kiss my fingertips and do your best." Well, it wasn''t me Charge, but it brought a smile to Marina''s face as she gave a smoky kiss to each of Calcine''s wiggling fingers and then lit up her match by pressing it to the hard coal-ck skin before gingerly lowering it into the firepit. "Calcine," Maple said sleepily, "You''re such a fucking sweetheart." "She is," Sparky said smugly from in the sleeping bag with Cacline. "We don''t deserve her." "Shh," Calcine rumbled, "We''ll figure out an arrangement to pay me back. I''ve got ideas." Marina tended to her fledgling fire for a while as everyone else tried to return to dozing. There was just a general agreement that no one was getting up to deal with the day; it''d been an exhausting night, and every little bit of extra sleep was a treasure. It was lovely and peaceful, even with Marina muttering about matches. Eventually, Morgan sat up, feathers all ruffled out and hat crooked on her head, wiping her eyes with her wings. "Teaaaa," she moaned like a zombie. "Is the kettle boiling?" "Fire''s not up yet," Marina said, "I can''t get the kindling to catch." Morgan pulled a miserable face as she straightened her hat, "Let me fan those mes. You can tell me how you made Brandy make those noisesst night as we work." "It''s a very short story," Marina blushed. "Oh, sweetheart," Morgan smirked. "From what I heard, there''s nothing short about it." There was another st of the boat''s horn, and everyone still in their sleeping bags swore at it in annoyed unity. "I think they''re calling us to the tournament," Maple mumbled. "I don''t want to get up. Brandy warm. Titty soft." "You can get up and still hug them." Brandy said, "We''re trainers. This is absolutely something we can pull off. --- "And you''re both done," Mahi said with a p of Brandy''s wet cheeks, her hand sinking into the flesh. "Oh, very nice. Almost as firm as Maple''s. Almost." "I''m aware," Brandy smiled as Mahi shook off the water droplets from her hand. Calcine pushed a warm cup of tea into her hands to fight off the chill of the power wash she''d just gotten. "I''ve been squeezing her delightfully firm butt the entire time." Mahi''s lips pursed. "Just stating the facts about your incredible trainer who loves you very much." Brandy smiled as she made Maple squeak with a butt squeeze. "Can you me me for being unable to keep my hands off her?" Mahi''s expression grew hotter, and the two stared at each other in a silent contest of wills. Brandy was full of contented confidence and didn''t let her smile drop. She might have shied from Mahi before, but now she felt she could stand tall around her. If Mahi wanted to take it personally, then Brandy would have at least earned her ire. Weirdly, she actually gave Brandy a slight nod and sandwiched Maple between them, her white horn gleaming over the top of Maple''s head as she ran slender fingers along Maple''s side. The white frills stained with red all along her body looked like an borate gitana dress that she wrapped Maple up in, kissing her neck as she kept her eyes locked with Brandy. "Someday. That''ll be a day," Mahi eventually said and peeled Maple away. "Come on, sleepyhead, we''ve got to get Holly into her dress somehow. You should get your team into their outfits, Brandy, I''d hate for you to miss the tournament. I think you''re going to kill it." "Aw, thanks." "And maybe I''ll get to kill you!" Mahi grinned. "Nice try, but now I find you more sexy than threatening." "Don''t worry, I can work with that," Mahi said as she swished away with Maple. "Get your butt in the dress Brandy, or you''ll break Maple''s heart. She''s desperate to see the full thing. I think you and the ck feathered flying rat owe it to her for all your teasing." Right. The outfit. Not every team wore a uniform when they fought. Still, it made a good impression if you made the effort, especially in a big tournament. Brandy opened her backpack and carefully took out her stic-wrapped maid outfit. ze had basically bought them all a team outfit; it''d be criminal not to wear it. Especially since she''d get to see the others in theirs more. It was so frilly, though! Brandy had a style, a rough and tumble outdoorsy girl look. Even with her new love of skirts, she still liked to think of herself as someone with a kind of Ranger-chic. The Maid Dress was gorgeous, but it wasn''t how she saw herself. It was built for service, someone who''d go the extra mile to bring a smile to her mistress'' face and who had challenged them to excel doing dirty tasks wearing a white headdress of all things. Oh shit. She wasn''t wearing this for herself. This was for her team, her role in the group. She wasn''t their mistress, Arceus, no, not even close. She was their headmaid. The leader of the team, but very much an equal and humble enough to give up some of herself for the others. Brandy hugged the dress. This wasn''t hers; it was theirs. ze was a genius. It was perfect. Or she was just horny. A horny genius. What a role model. "Gimme that," Calcine said, picking the dress out of Brandy''s hand. "Turn around." Brandy flipped around and saw Sparky standing there waiting, stretching some see-through stockings between her hands with a malicious grin. "Oh no," Brandy said. "Oh yes," Sparky giggled. "Oh, very much, yes." Brandy''s face scrunched up as Calcine and Sparky slipped her into her costume with added thigh-high tights. It was amazing. Sparky managed to do it without getting adder in them, considering how much she was using the chance to squeeze Brandy''s thighs. A benefit of Agility possibly, a Move that sounded boring, but had really proven itself as a star of Sparky''s set along with her Webs. Fuck, the tights were really soft, too; it was like a second skin almost. "Like ''em?" Sparky smiled, "We made them out of my webs; Calcine heated them up, and Morgan shaped them with her wind. She can knit, you know?" "And cut wood, I hear." Calcine nodded. "A bird of many talents, our Morgan." "They''re very soft," Brandy said, squeezing where her thighs met the tights. There was just a little pudge there as she overflowed them. Sparky made a gurgling sound and crossed her hands over her heart. "I love them. I don''t have any presents before the tournament. Sorry, I wanted to go shopping, but with the Noibat diversion, we barely had time to get here." "Yeah," Calcine shrugged. "It''s a shame. We haven''t even had a chance to catch up with Saffira and the others. Think she''ll be in the tournament? Rough ask to catch a Rock Type on a beach." "If she takes after Tansy, they''ll have kept going all night until they got one." Brandy smiles, "I think we''ll see her. Maybe she''ll be our opponent." "Fuck I hope not," Sparky bit her bottom lip. "We''re all hopeless around Rock Types, big, dependable, strong. Woof. She''d have us bent over and barking worse than Tansy." "Aw, don''t sound so upset at the idea." Brandyughed, tugging at Sparky''s cheek. "Thank you for the tights, really. They''re a very sweet gesture." "Hey, just returning the favor," Sparky grinned. "What favor?" "For when you pinned me up against a wall and absolutely ravaged me." "I haven''t done that?" Brandy raised an eyebrow, "... yet?" "Yet," Calcine agreed. "Now spin. It''s important." "Okay, okay," Brandy chuckled and gave a little twirl. She could hear the fabric of her skirt and petticoat rustle as the wind blew the frills and fronds. Morgan having a little fun swishing it about as she sipped a cup of tea, sitting on a squealing Holly as Mahi and Maple tried to stuff her into a blue Poodle skirt. They all froze as they saw the swish, even Holly stopping her y-acting tantrum. "Holy shit," Holly said. "Can we change team uniforms?" "Yeah," Maple gasped, "Holy shit. The thigh gap it''s, it''s majestic." Mahi shrugged with a smile, "It''s pretty good. I like your dress more." "But it''s so short. You just like it because my ass hangs out when I bend over" Maple frowned as Mahi nodded rapidly in agreement. "I want frills now." "You want frills,e and get them," Brandy grinned, giving a swish the other way and a chorus of squealing gasps as her skirt fanned out. "I''m all for providing frills." "That''s my girl, doing the puns," Sparky grinned. "And look at her stockings!" "Oh, we''re looking," Holly nodded. "We''re looking real hard." "Do we have time to-" Maple started before Mahi squirted her with a jet of water. Maple squawked and batted the water away with a snort. It actually was a pretty funny move when it wasn''t her on the receiving end. "Horny messes, get in your fucking dresses." Mahi huffed. "Marina! Come be Team Mom. Maple''s got a sickness for thighs." "I''ve got a full-blown illness." Holly grinned. "Okay, dress me up. I want to show off now. I am motivated, and I want to see the one we got Maple." Brandy did too. She was interested in what Maple considered a ''short'' dress. Very interested. The Cruise Ship sent out another sting wave of sound, and everyone swore back at it as they rushed to get their own outfits on. Brandy enjoyed the frenzied show a little bit. It was nice being all dressed up and ready to go while everyone else had to scramble. She''d get all these messes tidied up and prepared for battle. Today was going to be their day. 207 – You Know the Rules, and So Do I 207 ¨C You Know the Rules, and So Do I Maple''s dress was so simple, and yet Brandy was studying it very, very intently. It was a lovely little light blue one-piece with white trim, just some rxing seaside colors. The frills of the dress stopped just below Maple''s butt, but that was only when she wasn''t moving. Every step she took made it flutter and show just the slightest bit extra, and it was starting to make Brandy drool. The back was nothing but two criss-cross straps, and all the creamy skin on show demanded attention. Maple''s whole team had some lovely dresses, but Maple had thrown away subtlety for her own. This was the Trainer outfit equivalent of a half-brick to the side of the head. Worse, Maple knew precisely what it was doing to Brandy, and she was swishing her hips with every step,ughing politely at every twitch Brandy gave while walking. "I was worried I wouldn''t match up to you. I''m d you like it." Maple grinned. "A Trainer has to use all she has to stand tall with her Pok¨¦mon, doesn''t she?" Brandy couldn''t even answer. She could only stare. Her gaze had locked on the spot between dress and skin, her hands grabbing fistfuls of her maid dress to keep them from doing anything. All she could think about was how good it would feel to get in there and squeeze, and she wasn''t alone. Morgan was outright panting next to her, and it wasn''t because she was warm in her borate maid dress. Calcine was the only thing stopping them from walking right off the pier and into the sea, gently steering them both with taps of her hands and some amused snorts at how hopeless they were being. "Oh, don''t you all look lovely!" a new voice spoke, and Brandy looked up against her own wishes. "Wee to the Wandering Whimscott!" It was a young woman in her early twenties, dressed in a puffy white jacket and wearing a cheap pair of greenhorns. She had a clipboard and a thick bunch of colorful wristbands in her hands. Brandy hadn''t been paying attention to where she was going and gave a little start when she saw the enormous white side of the cruise ship, a small gangnk stretching from it to an opened doorway in the side. "I''m Lucy! I''m in charge of ensuring all the Trainers for our Tournament don''t have any problems and getting you started. So, I do have to check you''re both Trainers before we go on," Lucy said with an apologetic smile. She had the tired enthusiasm of someone who''d been working hard on something she loved and knew there was still plenty more work to go. "Can I see your Dex registrations, please?" Maple was happy to show off hers, while Brandy had to stare at Sparky until she pulled it out from between her breasts with a guilty grin. Brandy was used to it going missing; she always knew where it''d be in the end. Lucy checked both over,ughing at how warm Brandys was before making a few notes on her clipboard and handing the two of them a set of wristbands. Maple''s was a deep jade green, while Brandy''s was a vibrant ultraviolet-like purple. "Do the colors mean something?" Morgan said, "I notice you have a few matching sets in your bundle, but no more than two." "Oh! Very clever." Lucy pped, which made Morgan preen her feathers. Trust her to try to work out the rules immediately. "You''re correct; once you have your wristband, the Tournament officially starts for you. It''s for the best we get you in quickly, so do you mind if I rush you through the rules?" "Oh heck yeah, go fast," Sparky nodded, "I''m eager to see thepetition." Everyone else nodded, giving her the space to talk. She did say speed was useful. "Perfect!" Lucy pped her hands. "As you know, the Wandering Whimscott is a tournament that takes ce across the whole of Gr. Today, we''re doing our first round on the Cruise Ship Bubblebath, which a very kind patron has allowed us to use. I''m sure you''ll meet her. She adores Trainers." Lucy''s speech was rushing a bit; the poor girl seemed overwhelmed with her job. She tried to smile in a pleasant way, but Lucy kept stumbling over her words. Well, she was a Trainer. She could do better. "Sorry, quick question," Brandy said, a hand raised. "You look like you''ve been on your feet all day. Calcine, do you want to give her a shoulder rub?" "Wha- that''d be lovely, but it''s really not..." Lucy''s words trailed off as Calcine slipped around her, towering over the woman by at least a head. She delicatelyid her fingers on Lucy''s shoulders and began rubbing, and the woman deted. Her hair trailed down her cheeks as her head sunk forward. "Mmmm." "I''m sure we can get through these rules quick enough," Calcine said, her voice rumbling deep and warm. "Keep going, Lucy. Don''t mind me." "Right, yes. Of course." "And if you''re still stressed after," Holly piped up, twirling the hem of her poodle dress, her tail whipping around in the air. "I got some ideas!" "You should probably start before she acts on that," Maple smiled. "You''re doing great, go on." "Okay, where was I?" Lucy sighed happily, working her shoulders into Calcine''s hands. "First round! You''ll have one fight today, and you''ll begin it with one Pok¨¦mon out. As the fight progresses, we have a big ship bell that''ll ring, which means you can bring out one more up to a maximum of three. Usually, I''d ask you to pick the three beforehand so bigger teams don''t have an advantage, but you''ve made it easy for me." "So the teampositions will change as the fight goes on." Maple nodded, "And you can pick a Partner who''ll help you better if you''re losing. It''s a little rough on teams that rely on synergy." "Maybe!" Lucy gave Maple an awkward, cheerful smile. "Sorry if that screws you bad? I''m not a fight expert, but the rules differ for every round. If this one is rough for you, maybe the next one in the next location will be easier." Lucy smiled, "Just do your best! And our two judges will try to give you a fair score. You can meet them down by the bar area. We''ve got two celebrities, I won''t spoil the surprise, but like, holy shit, it''s so good." "A little starstruck, are you?" Mahi grinned. "You know you''re meeting future celebrities, right? Someone in this Tournament will make it big." "I''m really trying not to think about that," Lucy blushed as she leaned back against Calcine forfort. Her chest made a great heated headrest. "So the matches will start in about an hour; you''ll be called up by name, so stay below decks until then, please? The audience will be up top, and we don''t want you getting lost in them." Lucy gestured to a huge queue stretching down the pier that Brandy hadn''t noticed due to Maple''s devilish dress. A few were looking their way and even taking pictures of the Maids and Maple''s ssily dressed team. "There is a reason to stay below anyway. Your bracelet color will match your opponents, so you can find them and meet them easily. Maybe try to work out what their team is and how they will fight." "Won''t they just see us?" Sparky said, squeezing her chest and threatening to burst it out of the cut-out diamond of her maid dress. "These babies are not exactly camouged." "Good point! Uh," Lucy checked over her clipboard, reading snatches of it to jog her memory. "Okay, okay, uh, hand out bracelets. Exin Tournament. Bell rings in the fight, letting them bring in more Pok¨¦mon. Guest Judges. Use the bracelet color to find your opponent." Lucy clicked her tongue as she read further down the list, then jumped and bumped her head against Calcine''s chest when she finally got it. "Aha! Oh, sorry, Ms. Carkol. But I found it! You can only have one Pok¨¦mon out until your match is over. We''ve got booths set up on the top deck for Trainers to watch matches in private. You can have everyone out when you''re in one of those. But be sure to put them away before you leave. Also, whoever you pick will be the one you fight with first! No switching this match." "So it''s a tactical choice," Calcine said as she patted Lucy''s hair. "If you show your strongest hitter, you''ll give away who your team is based around. But if you lead with someone who needs support, they''ll be alone for a while." "Shame," Morgan said, "Much as I''d love to participate in the mind games. I don''t think leading with me would be a good idea. I can''t ambush on my own." Maple had only been in a huddle with her team for a second, and they''d alreadye to an agreement. "I''ll be taking Marina," Maple said, "She can keep me safe, and I might be able to trick my opponent into thinking I''m an Ice Ace. Brandy, we''ll watch your match. Don''t lose!" "Never dream of it," Brandy smiled as Mahi and Holly kissed Maple on the cheek before they got balled. "You also need to win, so we have an excuse to meet up in the future. Good luck, all of you," Marina bowed to offer Maple a hand, and the pair went up the gangnk together and away into the shrouded ship interior. "Maple''s got a good n; hope she doesn''t mind me stealing it," Brandy said with a sigh as that scandalous dress disappeared from view, "I''m not even an Ace; I could take either Calcine or Sparky and try to convince our opponent I''m an Ace, one of their Types." "We''d both do well as a lead." Calcine folded her arms. "Sparky''s webs and bite might get an early advantage. I''d be more of a brawl until you can bring in a heavier hitter. I don''t think you can pull off a Rock-like calm, but you look like a Fire Ace through and through with your spiky red hair and eyes." "Tall, long limbs are kind of Bug, though," Sparky grinned. "And I know you can be a menace when you want to. You''ve got enough stamina to pass as Electric, so we''d keep them double-guessing. They might even think you''ve got a Centiskorch as backup and are trying to trick them. You do look like you inherited a whole lot from Spitfire to me." "Well, neither of you are helping me pick." Brandy pulled Calcine back from Lucy, her hand palming her firm stomach as she considered the options. Calcine was the team''s tank, and Sparky was their heavy hitter. She needed the one who could cover the most bases, but they both had a nice varied moveset so that didn''t help much to make up her mind. Brandy looked up at the white side of the cruise ship. A few people were hanging over the railing at the top, waving down at them. A Cruise ship was a very unique ce for a fight, and that gave Brandy her answer. "Sparky, it''s you." Brandy said, "The terrain will be bad for Calcine." "We''re not going to be in the water." Calcine said, "I can handle it." "No, it''s not that," Brandy kissed Calcine''s neck, "It''s the ship. It''s all wood and steel. No concrete, no earth." "No way to use Rock Tomb," Calcine sighed. It was her best disabling move, and her best terrain control wrapped up into one. The only real weakness was that it could only work with what was there, and she''d have nothing on this ship the move worked on. "Frustrating, I''ll still be good, but you''re right. Without that, I will be limited, and if they try to use all the water from the sea, that just makes Sparky stronger." "Don''t feel so bad," Morgan said, putting a wing around Calcine''s shoulder. "You''d be the best choice in any other situation. Think of the poor me who will always be the second fiddle." Brandy disagreed; she was sure Morgan''s Gust wind powers were versatile enough to pull her weight in a solo fight, but this was tough enough to pick. She wouldn''t make it even worse by starting a new argument. "I will keep Brandy from getting fucked until we can get you both out," Sparky crossed her heart. "I got to impress my talldies if I want to get spoiled." Calcine reached down and picked Sparky up, squishing her between herself and Morgan. "What you think Morgan? Can we trust her?" "Absolutely not," Morgan gasped, raking a fingernail across the exposed thigh in Sparky''scey tights. "She''s trouble through and through; if she fails, we''re going to have to punish her." "Sabotage," Sparky gasped, "Sabotage!" "The reward will be even better," Morgan purred. "You want the reward, not thesh." Sparky definitely didn''t look like she wanted to avoid thesh. She was away in her own world in that head, bottom lip bit so hard it was going white. "Goodness," Lucy looked at Brandy desperately. "Much as loving this, I was told to keep you moving so you didn''t just watch to see who the teams were. Can you uh..." She gestured at the blossoming threeway with a blush bright enough to match Brandy''s hair. "They''re terrors," Brandyughed. "But I love them. Come on, you two. In the ball, I''ll see you soon." She zapped Calcine and Morgan, vanishing them in puffs of red light. Leaving Sparky hovering in mid-air for a moment, she dropped to her feet and wobbly staggered over to Brandy to lean on her. "I miss them already," Sparky pouted. "Feels weird." "It does," Brandy got an arm under Sparky''s armpit and picked her up for a squeeze. "But they believe in you; let''s go find our opponent. We don''t want to let them down." "Me and you again," Sparky smiled, leaning her head into Brandy. "I''m going to show you all I''ve learned. We''re going to beat some ass." "Do something to asses for sure," Brandy nodded. "If you can wrap them up for Morgan and Calcine to feast on, you''ll be the show''s star." Sparky gave a groaning puff as Brandy walked her up the gangnk, her body trembling. "Scared?" "Excited." Sparky said, "And scared. But we can do this." "Yes, we can." Brandy was going to make sure of it. 208 – Team Cameo-flauge 208 ¨C Team Cameo-uge Brandy walked into the belly of the cruise ship and had to shade her eyes immediately. She''d been expecting something a little fancy, but this glittered. It was like she''d fallen headfirst into a box of fairy lights. Her marvelous eyes at least did the work of adjusting quickly to the light, turning the colorful blur into something a bit moreprehensible. She was on the balcony overlooking a room of little tables, bright lights strung between them to make a swirling miasma of color. There was a dance floor with a Deerling on it spinning madly in circles, absolutely freaking out about how festive it looked. A massive bar covered an entire side of one wall, sections of it walled off with some fish-patterned partitions to give people some privacy if they needed it. It was both immensely tacky and also very expensive looking. Like a casino floor if you stripped out all the gambling and reced it with a dining area. Brandy''s eyes locked on to the outfits the servers were wearing immediately. Sharp white teeth painted onto the sides of their cheeks like a demented clown and tight-fitting blue dresses with a white stripe up the front and a nibbled-on fin at the back. "This is awesome," Sparky gasped, hopping up to swing on the railing, feet kicking in the air. "Oh shit, Sharpedo waitresses? Brandy, do you fancy a nibble?" Brandy leaned over and nipped Sparky''s ear, teasing it with her teeth as the Joltik iled underneath her. She let her go with a lick through her buzzing yellow hair and rested on top of her, trapping her between Brandy and the railing. "Trust you to remember the Sharpedo posters from my room. That was forever ago!" "When ites to Brandy lore, every moment is archived forever." Sparky grinned, "So if I''m ever dumb, it''s because my head is full of moments like when you tried to eat that hot dog without us snickering." She''d failed. Miserably. Brandy scanned the bodies below as she felt up Sparky, making the Joltik giggle madly underneath her. The tournament wasn''t huge, but even if there were only twenty entrants, that meant forty people in this room plus staff. It filled the ce up fast. No purple armband, though. Was she in a booth? Or were they early? That seemed unlikely. They''d not exactly been bright and early. "We got a great view, but I don''t see our opponent." "Me neither," Sparky said breathlessly. "But holy shit, you won''t believe what I do see." Sparky pointed out, hand wavering with excitement. Brandy followed the line to a table with a few drinks piled atop it. Two golden armbands looped over the golden candlesticks in the middle. The trainers were both a colorful pair, but Brandy didn''t have time to give them a proper nce because one had a Pok¨¦mon that was simply breathtaking. "No fucking way." Brandy swallowed, "d we''re not fighting her." "You kidding? I want to fight her so bad!" One of their Pok¨¦mon was standing on the table, eyes glowing a bright purple, her shaggy grey hair almost hiding two bouncing cat ears with white tips. She looked spaced out, rocking on her feet in her oversized cardigan as she stared down her absolutely breathtaking opponent. She was tall, really tall, and bent over the table to stare down the cat who was giving her looks. Long white legs poked out of a flowing white dress with a green inside trim. Not white like pasty skin, but pure marble white, so spotlessly bright it outshone the tacky furnishings. She was resting her head on the balls of her fists, elbows on the table as she stared down the wild-eyed catgirl. One eye glowing a bright red, while the other was covered by an artful sweep of green hair. Someone here had a Gardevoir! Not exactly Legendary, but among Trainers, it certainly was a big deal. Gardevoir only bonded with the most pure-hearted souls, and they threw around as much power as they did mouthwatering curves. "We''re gonna go say hello," Sparky said, worming out from under Brandy. "What? No, we can''t bother them." "We absolutely can! I love bothering people, and you want to meet them," Sparky grinned as she grabbed Brandy''s arm and gave her the big sad bug eyes. "You cane with me and look after your precious bug, or I''ll go say things that''ll make that Gardevoir snap me in half with those lovely legs." "I''m feeling jealous now!" "You should be. Look at those pins she''s got. They''re almost as good as yours." "Pins? What are you eighty?" It was hard to be mad at someone saying you were prettier than a Gardevoir, but Brandy had to watch Sparky cackle as she slid down the brass banister and then charge at the Trainers'' table cackling. Brandy used Sparky''s choker to darn well choke her when she caught them, tugging at it and ruffling Sparky''s head as she waved hands at the table. Thankfully, she hadn''t had a chance to cause a scene yet; the two Pok¨¦mon were still staring at each other. "You''re super proud of your sister," the scruffy-haired catgirl said with wide-eyed surprise. She had a sing-song voice and a sweater whose sleeves were longer than her arms, waving them at the Gardevoir animatedly. "A Gardevoir on a team, and you''re not even the star? Is she a Milotic? Does she have two Gardevoirs?" " You should be able to work it out," the Gardevoir grinned. "You''re a strong Psychic, right? It should be easy. I know you think of your team as family. A ... bratty sister and a big one? Hrm. You''re actually protecting that mind rather well. But I''m going to get in." The cat must be an Espurr, which means they were doing a bit of a Psychic duel. Trying to guess the other team? From where Brandy stood, it looked like the Gardevoir was toying with her, her casual lean on the table, the flick of her hair, and the kick of her legs. But still, that the Espurr had got anything at all was impressive. Gardevoir were at the tippy-top of psychic power. "She''s a Gade!" the Espurr''s face lit up. "Oh wow, she''s pretty too. I can feel how much you love her. It''s like a warm hug." The Espurr''s Trainer smirked. A light blue and pink-haired woman wearing a finely tailored tunic-style grey suit, she''d left it hung open with a dark blue strapless dress underneath. It was simply gorgeous, and her light blue eyes didn''t seem the least bit bothered that her Espurr was up against a Gardevoir. A kind of iron-hard confidence you could bounce rocks off. "There''s a third," she said, stroking the back of the Espurr''s neck. "But good job, Telly, keep pressing. You got one right first. Her shoulders have tensed up; she''s struggling more than she acts." The Gardevoir quirked an eyebrow at the Trainer, flicking her hair back, but Brandy could see she was right. Her casual look was put on, very carefully managed, while her Trainer behind her just leaned in to rub her shoulders, shyly smiling at home, much like her Pok¨¦mon was acting up. Gardevoir Trainers were meant to be the nicest people in the world, and the embarrassed smile she shed at Brandy was cute enough that Brandy would have forgiven any sin for her. She had her Pokemon''s green hair and wore a ballgown white dress that almost perfectly matched her Gardevoir. They had the figure for it, smooth-toned and like she''d stepped out of a storybook. Prettier than it should even be possible to be. Gardevoir inheritance was so unfair. They made Brandy feel like the gawky redhead she''d felt when she started. Was every Trainer here going to be weapons-grade hot? "I mean, obviously, Ms Nice Suit has a Hatterene," Sparky said, hopping up onto the side of the table, taking the stare of both psychics dead on. "She looks like the hot daughter of one." "Completely right," the Trainer in the suit said. "But my mother isn''t on the team. Cam here still hasn''t guessed any who is." "When you look that good, you can take it easy." Sparky grinned. "Want a clue?" "Thank you, little bug, but I don''t need help. Gorgeous dress though, you look great." Hey! No one called Sparky little bug but Brandy, even if they didpliment her outfit afterward. "She''s quite big, actually, in the ways that matter," Brandy said as she joined the table, "Sorry, my opponent is missing, and we couldn''t resist meeting new people." "An even hotter Maid approaches! But your intentions are pretty easy to read. You wanted to see me," Cam said, a hand on her chest, the red spike of her heart fin poking between her fingers. "I am pretty incredible, Ipletely understand." Brandy blushed, trying to pass a white lie past a Gardevoir was pushing her luck too far. Morgan needed to let her inherit much more to escape that. "Never seen a Gardevoir before." "We''re rare," Cam said, "Fiery-haired Maids are rare too and equally wee on the eyes. You''re an interesting one, red hair with a Joltik? You must be a mixed trainer. Or a mama''s girl who inherited hard. Just like bubblegum hair Annie here ." "Cam!" Her Trainer said with a snort of augh. "Don''t be so mean. You promised you''d behave." "Annie''s Pok¨¦mon is winning the game. My jabs are just rolling off her." "Telly is a wonder," Annie said, taking the Espurr''s hand through her cardigan and giving it a squeeze. "She had to learn a lot of control to get here. I''m going to enjoy letting her cut loose." Brandy was very, very d she didn''t have to fight either of these two. Sparky''s Bug-like thoughts might be resistant to Psychic moves, but they both had the feeling of Trainers who could barrel right on through that. Kind of like a certain ridiculously powerful Psychic Horsedy she knew. "It was nice to meet you all. I''m Brandy, this is Sparky." Brandy chirped. "The big deal," Cam said, giving Sparky a once over. "The biggest," Brandy nodded, trying not to look down the Gardevoir''s top. It was hard. It was right there. "Fiona," the Gardevoir''s Trainer said. "It''s lovely to meet you, Brandy! Your outfit is incredible, you''ll have to tell me your tailor sometime. And this isn''t apetition; Cam is just excited to fight, and Telly''s an interesting puzzle for her. We thought we''d get the other team out of their head, but Telly''s tough." "I can do it," the Gardevoir said, staring at the Espurr. "She''ll crack." "Psychic types, right Brandy?" Sparky said with an eye roll. "Too stuck in their own heads. One of Annie''s Pok¨¦mon is obvious if you think about it. Brandy knows it." Oh shit, she did? Brandy was pretty sure she didn''t. But Sparky seemed to believe in her, so there must be a way of knowing. Brandy turned her Joltik eyes on Annie and Telly, looking for a clue. There was a little of Telly''s shedded fur on Annie''s suit, but that didn''t help. Telly looked snug in her cardigan, but it was a little stained on her swinging sleeves. A purple blotch that hadn''t dried yet. None of their empty drinks had purple dregs, so where had ite from? A Muk was too viscous to stain like that. It needed something thinner. Something Brandy had actually washed out of their clothes before. "Tea," Brandy said, "Telly has tea stains on her cardigan. You have a Sinistea?" "Wrong," Telly grinned, reaching out and going on tip-toes to pat Brandy''s head. "Super good guess, though." "Polteageist," Cam''s trainer piped up. "Annie''s eyes widened a little when she said tea. She was surprised you got close." Brandy had seen that twitch in the blue and pink haired Trainer''s eyes, but she wouldn''t have guessed it was giving anything away. The connection just wasn''t something she was used to making. Psychic types were good at understanding humans, so it made sense their inheritance would make their Trainer good at reading people. That and a generous scoop of incredible hotness. Hardly fair. "The Bug Ace is a better Psychic than I am," Cam sighed and took Brandy''s hand, kissing the back of it. "Sexy maids can go with a Gardevoir''s blessing. Clover''s going to tease me so badly if I can''t get into an Espurr''s head." Gardevoir kiss! Brandy could feel her Steam Engine stir to life in her chest. Warmth flooded her veins as her heart started to thunder. "That''s our Bug Ace Brandy," Sparky cackled loudly, hopping into Brandy''s arms, hanging off her as she looked upside down at the table. "Anyway, thanks for meetingdies! We have an opponent to find. Good luck on your match; don''t blow the whole cruise ship up." "No promises," Telly and Cam said at the same time. Matching eyes, then smiling thinly at each other. Aw, they were bonding; that''s sweet. Brandy staggered off with Sparky, who climbed onto her shoulders after a few tricky steps. "The Gardevoir thought we were a Bug Ace," Sparky whispered into Brandy''s ear as she bnced on one shoulder. "We can totally hoodwink this chump when we find her." That and keep a close eye out for clues. She''d gotten a lesson about the benefits back there; it''d be a shame not to learn from it. Brandy walked with one arm under Sparky''s butt so she could sit like the most well-cushioned parrot. "Should we check at the entrance? I can throw you up there." Sparky''s crackling fur stung her arms. "Ow! What was that for?" Brandy hissed, "I wasn''t being serious." "Sorry, sorry. Just I see our opponent," Sparky said, slowly looking down at Brandy. "But we have a bit of a problem. She''s with one of the Celebrity Judges. Oh shit, I guess she does count as a celebrity." "Why is that a problem?" Brandy said as she turned to look where Sparky was pointing. Straight at the bar, a woman in ab coat with cute half-moon sses looked up in awe at a tall, boisterous, rainbow-haired Pok¨¦mon stroking her cheek. One with a massive purple spiraled horn on her head and a self-confident smile that Brandy had been expecting to see for a while, though not like this. How the heck was Mercury a Competition Judge!? 209 – A Lapful of Bran 209 ¨C A Lapful of Bran It''d been so long since Brandy had seen the grin that oozed self-confidence, at least in person. She hadn''t been able to entirely ignore Mercury''s habit of sending them filthy videos, especially when her partners were such enthusiastic fans. The rainbow-haired Rapidash''s stool was creaking under thebined weight of herself and the Woman she was bncing on her thigh. One arm around Brandy''s opponent, while the other held a cocktail ss with far too many umbres in it. The long waves of glittering purple and cyan hair shimmered like a rainbow as they wafted down the Trainer''s body. Even sitting, Mercury could look eye-level with Brandy, almost seven feet of raw power supporting some gorgeous curves. Mercury was intimidating, but she was also painfully hot to look at. She''d lived as a Wild Pok¨¦mon for years, and women fell for the Turrfield legend so easily. Brandy didn''t me them; she just had so much going for her. Gorgeous, confident, and fucked like a train. It was hard not to be a little excited to see her again, even as their inconclusivest match and inevitable rematch hung in the air. Was it going to happen right here and now, before the tournament?" "Brandy Joyce," Mercury said. She had a voice that just grabbed you and pulled you in. Even Sparky was briefly stunned by it; whatever joke she hade up with was dying on her tongue as Mercury''s pale blue eyes roved over her. "It''s good seeing Sparky standing so tall. Leading the team even. It has been a while." Brandy wasn''t about to just put up with Mercury''s games entirely. "What are you doing here, Mercury?" Brandy asked, arms folded to help keep her breath in check. "This is way too big a coincidence." "Judging thepetition," Mercury said, stroking a hand down the front of the Woman in herp. The purple armband identified her as Brandy''s opponent, though she looked stunned. Her sses were slightly askew, herb coat half peeled off her shoulders, and her long waves of ck hair tangled up. She seemed pretty happy at least, giving Brandy a sly smile as she noticed the Trainer''s attention. Mercury''s voice was a husky purr over the top of her head. "You know I love a good challenge. Where better than a tournament to find a Trainer who can finally handle me?" "You just happen to be judging the tournament Maple and I joined?" Brandy asked, her face t as Mercury patted her free thigh. After a quick look at Sparky and a nod, Brandy took the offer, pulling herself up by Mercury''s wonderfully firm bicep and gettingfortable on the free thigh. "I don''t need to be a mind reader to tell you''re up to something." "I may have mentioned it to Maple. I know that girl can''t resist a challenge." Mercury smiled, offering Brandy a sip of her drink. It was surprisingly sour, not in a bad way, just a shock to the tongue that left it a little fuzzy. Sparky would probably like it. She loved sours. "I saw her walking about. She''s standing very tall with that Lapras on her side, I''m d she''s doing well for herself." "Brandy knocks some sense into her now and then," Sparky said, looking at everyone piled onto one chair and jumping to flop herself over the thighs of the two Trainers, sandwiching them between Mercury and herself and wiggling her butt suggestively as the barstool groaned under thebined weight, a mischievous buzz backing her voice. "Can shock some sense into you, too, if you want? Oh, but you have to judge the tournament. I can''t kick your ass right now." "So confident," Mercury put down her drink and got a handful of Sparky''s hair, pulling her head up so she could glower down at the bug. "You think you can take me?" Sparky arched her back like a cat, showing an exhrating level of flexibility as she stretched her body up to kiss Mercury''s nose, a crackle of electricity snapping in the air. "Don''t try to out-brat me; I''m the brat queen." "I''m far too busy admiring Brandy. Those eyes sparkle now, and you''re looking so perfectly toned." Mercury pawed Brandy gently like she was checking to ensure she wasn''t a fake antique. "The curves are good, and the Maid dress. Oh, Brandy. You''re spoiling me this time." "Fascinating," theb coat-wearing Woman said, putting a hand on Sparky''s butt. The bug wiggled happily at the attention. "You both seem so fearless. It sounds like you have a history. I''ve only just met Mercury; she''s so interesting, isn''t she?" Interesting was certainly the word for it. Thest time they had met, they''d had a mud-wrestling sexpetition, and Brandy had nearly broken herself on Mercury''s dick. Fuck. She actually did miss Mercury a little. The sheer challenge of her was exciting. The soft squish of her huge boobs against the back of her head and the feeling of firm thigh muscle between her legs was pretty damn endearing too. Still, Brandy wouldn''t let her off easy for pulling hijinx like this. "She''s a menace that tries to fuck the life out of every prettydy she meets," Brandy said. "But if you''re down for that, she is genuinely a quite caring person." "Brandy Joyce, you will ruin my reputation," Mercury huffed, "Branwen, don''t listen to her. I will hammer you into a bed until the legs break and leave you feeling sore in ces you didn''t know you had. That''s a promise." Branwen? Brandy was Turrfield, but that sort of name came from the deep, deep south of Gr. Where every Woman had a Wooloo lover and the only things they ever worried about were if it''d rain enough to water the fields. It always did, but they had to find excitement where they could. It was an idyllic ce where basically nothing ever happened. A Tournament Trainer bubbling up from that ce was a novelty. Maybe she was a Wooloo specialist? She certainly looked overwhelmed straddled on Mercury''s thigh, though perhaps that was down to the fat cock pressing into her leg. "Call me Wren." Branwen said, "All my friends call me that or Bran." "Bran and Brandy," Sparky said, head perking up. "Double Shot of Brandy." Branwenughed cutely, covering her mouth with her hand. "I think she''s a head taller than me sorry, but I''m d you find me pretty!" "You''re a babe," Sparky said earnestly. "I love thatbcoat; it shows off your chest. You''re lucky as hell." Sparky wasn''t wrong at all. Mercury''s roving hands pressing on thebcoat helped to reveal Branwen''s outline a bit, a pleasingly plump woman with a chest you could drown in. She looked impossibly soft, like you could melt away in herp. Sparky was certainly enjoying her thick thighs, shaking her butt to encourage Wren to pet a little firmer. It got so bad that Wren had to push her down with both hands to stop her slipping off, which made Sparky groan lewdly. The pawing got so bad Wren identally pulled a bit of Sparky''s fur right out, blushing a bright red as she looked down at the moaning Joltik in horror. "Don''t worry about her," Brandyughed. "She loves a little bit of rough y. You know how Bug types are. At least this is the best one in all of Gr." "Look at you two getting along so fast," Mercury said, pressing them together. Wren was every bit as soft as she looked, and she stared up at Brandy, who was easily a head taller than her, with hungry, innocent eyes. Damn, Brandy was going to feel almost guilty fighting this girl. She just seemed so sweet. "I''m looking forward to your match; you''re my favorite so far." Brandy didn''t believe that. Sure, she''d fought Mercury to a draw, but she''d seen a Trainer with a Gardevoir and another who looked like she could solo the Gardevoir with sheer self-confidence. "Oh, stop," Wren blushed. "I''m no match for you, Ms. Mercury. I doubt the pair of us would dent your appetites." "My sweet little Wren, tempting me to make a liar of you so early?" Mercury grinned as she stroked a hand between Wren''s legs. Wren stiffened, her breath quickening as her whole body shivered. Brandy''s special eyes caught how that tremble wasn''t one of fear or even an overwhelmed reaction. It was a practiced preparation, like a Purrloin ready to pounce. Was Wren just being polite, or did Mercury do something to her head? It was certainly odd. Hadn''t she had a bit of Sparky''s fur too? Where had that gone? "As much as I''d love to ruin all these wonderful holes in myp. It has to wait. I''ve got a tournament to Judge." "And I''d top anyway," Sparky said smugly. "I''d love to see you bite a pillow." "I''ll make you eat a pillow and enjoy every bite," Mercury growled, giving Sparky''s neck a firm massage. "And then you can choke on something else." "Fuuuuck," Sparky whimpered. "Brandy, help, she''s being hurt." There was no helping Sparky''s desire to be twisted into fun shapes. But Brandy wouldn''t let Mercury slide on out of here. "You didn''t say how you got here!" Brandy said as Mercury tipped them off herp. "I still don''t believe this is just a coincidence!" "I''ve been taking good care of Maple, trying to build her confidence. I may have suggested shee to this." "And you knew she''d drag me along." "Oh, is that how you joined?" Mercury smiled sweetly, "What a coincidence. I''ll see you both at thepetition." Mercury ran a thumb into Wren''s mouth, stretching her lip back. Staring down at her from on high until Brandy could practically hear Wren''s heart thumping in her chest. "Maybe I''ll see some of you after it too." Fucking Psychic types. They are far too good at getting humans to do what they want. But Wren''s eyes were practically burning with lust as they watched Mercury go, swishing her ass like she was trying to knock people over with it. "You fought her to a draw?" Wren askedplete disbelief in her eyes. "She''d take me apart." "It wasn''t exactly easy," Brandy said, chest swelling with pride at the impliedpliment. "She''s eager about her rematch. I think I fired her up." "Well, I wasn''t expecting such a tough first round." Wren smiled. "You want to meet my partner?" "Yeah," Brandy nodded. Fully expecting the Wooloo it was going to be. "Where is she?" "Oh, she''s been looking for you!" Wren whistled, "You''ll love her. She''s perfect." "No one''s as perfect as me," Sparky said as she rolled over, angling for a tummy rub, her blue eyes glowing mischievously. "I''m one of a kind." Brandy saw Wren''s partner approaching with a sway of her hips, her head leaning to one side with a cocky grin. Unbelievable. There was no way. "Sparky," Brandy said, tipping her head up. "You sure you''re one of a kind?" Sparky''s blue eyes blinked madly as a copy of her blue eyes winked back at her. A yellow-haired menace bent and blew Spark a kiss. "Holy shit, Sister!" Sparky squeaked excitedly, "You''re dating a Bran, too? They''re the best, right?" "Everyone needs a nice bit of Bran in their diet. You''ve good taste." Branwen''s Joltik grinned. A broad, toothy smile that made Brandy''s spine tingle. There was something ever so slightly off about it. It didn''t look wrong, but it felt wrong in a way Brandy couldn''t quite finger. A creeping unease that something about this situation was ever so slightly out of ce. Mercury had said Branwen was a liar, and something about Wren and her Pok¨¦mon just felt weird. So what was it? Why were Brandy''s instincts screaming at her? Psychic attack? Some Bug trick? Wren was watching Brandy out of the corner of her eye, her smile sweet, but her gaze was more intense than a fully worked-up Calcine. Branwen was up to something. Brandy had until their match started to find out what. 210 – A Shocking Twist 210 ¨C A Shocking Twist "Were they good at it?" Wren gasped in wide-eyed astonishment. "I can''t believe that worked. I mean, I can see them doing it. Wooloo are so eager to please, but this seems devilish!" "They absolutely devoured her," Brandy grinned, "They had to close the gym for a few days because they couldn''t keep them off each other." Brandy was telling Wren the story about how she taught the Wooloo to fuck, glossing over Calcine''s part in it not to give her away. Wren was an amazingly good listener. Brandy wasn''t the best at understanding human women, but Wren was obviously hanging off Brandy''s every word. It was ttering in a way. She impressed the girl effortlessly, and it was charming, too. In any other circumstance, Brandy would have been fast friends with this girl. This was not a normal conversation, though. Even if Wren''s interest was genuine, and it certainly seemed so, the story was really fun; this was still a trick. There were genuinely doe-eyed innocents in the world who Brandy would happily believe were just enthusiastically into her. But Wren was in the Tournament, which meant she had three Pok¨¦mon at least. Maybe a Ground Ace could be so shy as to make you think she was innocent, or a Grass Ace so polite you were charmed into thinking she was harmless. But nobody with three partners was harmless. Brandy knew how exhausting it could be and how it took real work to keep everyone happy. "We just put on a show for them, told them some jokes. We made them an audience, and then we snuck off while they asked for an encore." Wren smiled, tussling one of her long, curly locks of ck hair in a finger. "I loved my time with Orchid, too; we got along really well." Wren had the Grass Badge herself, so Brandy could finally talk about a Gym challenge with someone. Not that she believed Wren''s story one bit. To hear Wren tell it, she had a team of good-natured sweethearts who just loved her to bits, and they''d just bumbled through it on good spirits alone. It fit her personality and may have even worked for the right team, but Brandy knew her Joltik, and the idea that they wouldn''t do something horrendously scandalous for a talent show was just too unbelievable. Brandy wasn''t mad at the deception. The Tournament was a game, and this starting set-up was part of it. Wren clearly hade in with a n not just to trick her opponent about which Pok¨¦mon she had in reserve but which one she actually had walking around and even herself. It was certainly an ambitious n, and even if Brandy had spotted her doing it, that didn''t mean it had failed. She still had to work out the truth. Sparky was enthusiastically talking to her sister Dinah, short for Dynamo. A silly pun as it wasn''t actually that much shorter and just the sort of thing a Joltik would do. But Brandy had spotted the issue. Dinah was the same height as Sparky, and as Sparky loved to say, she was the tallest Joltik in Gr. Dinah was a Sparky copy, pure and simple. There were plenty of ways you could pull off a trick like that. A Ditto seemed unlikely; bonding with a Ditto made you almost as famous as bonding with a Legendary, and if a woman had recently tamed one in Gr, everybody would be talking about it. But Ditto wasn''t the only shapeshifting Pok¨¦mon. It didn''t have to be shapeshifting. A Zorua could use illusions to match Sparky or a Smeargle could paint themselves a perfect disguise. A strong enough Psychic Type could just drop a false idea straight into their brains, and this sort of mind game was something Psychic types loved. Then there was Pok¨¦mon like Zipper the Bte, who could possess things. It didn''t have to be giant office buildings; it could be puppets, too. With a clever Move Combo, making a matching body to possess wouldn''t be out of the question. "You''ve such an inventive style," Wren said, giving Brandy a truly heart-melting smile. She was just so relentlessly sharine-sweet that it made Brandy''s teeth ache. "You must have a really varied team to take advantage of that." Sweet and wicked smart. She reminded Brandy of Morgan a little, ying a game she knew the rules of better than anyone else and cheating anyway. But Morgan wasn''t here, so it was up to Brandy to do her best Murkrow impression. Rule one of being a dirtbag Murkrow. Lead the game. You have to be in charge to start cheating. Wren was steering the conversation with herpliments, but Brandy was going topliment the shit out of this girl, and she was going to do it while being so very observant. "I know Turrfield can be seen as a bit sleepy, but my Mom gave me a lot of personal drive and a little bit of mischief. I just love thinking on my feet." Brandy leaned on her stool, tapping the bit of hair wrapped around Wren''s finger. "You''re not what I''d expect from a Postwick girl either. Everyone thinks you''re all Wooloo daughters." "There''s a lot of Wooloo daughter," Wren said, "You think I''m not one of them?" "Dark curly hair isn''t very Wooloo," Brandy smiled. "But it is stunning." "You haven''t seen a Shiny Wooloo? ck as night and so pretty." "And fluffy," Brandy said, twirling the hair around her finger. Wren watched her finger work with an intensity that could have burned Brandy''s skin. "You''re more sleek. Dark. Poisonous. Ghostly?" Brandy was watching carefully for a reaction, but Wren didn''t twitch. She was too busy being breathless, a hand over her heart as she looked at her hair tousled around Brandy''s finger. Something about that little action had hit hard for her. Rule two of being a dirtbag Murkrow. The hotter you are, the less they''re thinking. "Sparky gave me her eyes," Brandy said, tugging on the curl of hair to pull Wren with it closer to her. "It lets me really look at people closely. Appreciate every little detail about them." She let her glittery red eyes rove over Wren''s body, wrapped in a bulkyb coat. Her actual costume had to be under there, or maybe she was wearing nothing else at all. The mystery made it sexier somehow. Maybe she was hiding her real inheritance under there somewhere. Brandy tipped up her chin with a finger. Wren was only a little below average heightwise, but Brandy was very, very tall. Wren''s eyes were a dark brown that became pure ck in the right light. It reflected the red shine of Brandy''s eye, filling them with heat as Brandy watched Wren lick her lips. That creeping unease came back to Brandy. Wren''s eyes were odd,cking that tiny spark of life when Brandy wasn''t reflecting it in there, almost like they were made of ss. Inheritance could do that, but seeing no fire behind them was still a little unnerving when the rest of her seemed so worked up. So, which part of her was lying? Her body or her eyes? Did she want a piece of Brandy, or was she letting Brandy take the lead just to fish for more information? Rule three of being a dirtbag Murkrow. The game was won when you found out how to break it. Morgan would find a way to trick the information out of Wren, but Brandy wasn''t Morgan. She could borrow a little of the wonderfully sinister woman to get her this far, but she just didn''t have her cool confidence and drive to find a way to twist the rules to her advantage. She was the sum of her Partners and a little bit of herself sprinkled in, and right now, the Brandy bug was screaming for a chance to y. "You''ve got a Joltik''s curves for sure, but your eyes don''t have their shine," Brandy said as Wren gathered her wits to say something, cutting her off. "They''re like deep pools a woman could get lost in. Perfect and tranquil while they''re scruffy bundles of energy, aren''t they?" Wren couldn''t have missed the usation, but instead of getting upset or tightening up, she just smiled and put a hand on Brandy''s leg, fingers trailing over the edge of Brandy''s dress. "I think I''m going to like you. Quite a lot." Sparky was showing Dinah web tricks with her hands, making some kind of borate cat''s cradle. But when she spotted Brandy and Wren''s hand on her thigh, she stuck her tongue out at the both of them and gave Dinah a friendly punch in the arm. "Can you believe this? We leave them alone for two minutes, and they''re pawing each other up. We''re not getting any action at all." "Hardly fair," Dinah nodded, "We should be allowed a taste from thedy with good taste in dresses." "I''ll happily sweep you both up," Brandy said, kicking her legs and making the trail of her maid dress flutter. Sparky''s eyes were fixed on the tanned skin of her legs and the spot Wren was squeezing while Dinah watched the dress itself flutter. A little bit of envy shed across her face before she caught herself. So Dinah loved nice dresses, well then. She gave Sparky a look to see if she was on the same wavelength and saw nothing but pure mischief in those eyes. She didn''t seem to know the actual n, but Brandy knew she''d be a good Bug and follow her cues. "Dinah, do you want a closer look?" Brandy said, smoothing out the fabric. "I feel we''re leaving you out too much." "Oh, no, we can wait," Wren said quickly, her hand squeezing tighter on Brandy''s thigh to press the message in. "Once Dinah gets started, there''s no stopping her. You know how Electric Types are." Brandy did, and Dinah wasn''t one of them. Wren didn''t want Brandy touching Dinah, which confirmed her suspicions she was a fake. Brandy knew how to break the rules; now, she needed to make Morgan proud and bring it home. "I don''t mind if Sparky gets a feel, and I hate teasing her." Brandy patted the thigh with her Joltik silk stockings. Sparky skipped right over and just face-nted right into it. Her messy hair flicked about as she buzzed happily. "Oh, it''s so firm yet soft," Sparky moaned, "The tights are in the way, but I shall give this small sacrifice to enable fashion." "Don''t bite them. You''ll ruin them if you do." Brandy said though she wasn''t sure that was true. Sparky''s silk was really tough. Sparky got the message, making gnawing noises as she got her teeth sunk in. "No!" Dinah squeaked, "Don''t ruin it." "Come here, Dinah," Wren opened her arm, "It''s not a bother, it''s just a dress, isn''t it?" "No, it''s perfect." Dinah huffed, "The way it hugs her waist, the white ruffles. The artful gap of skin between tights and dress. She''s the quintessential maid." Sparky snorted. The idea she''d ever say quintessential, and it wouldn''t be a pun, was ridiculous. "I''m not questioning your taste, honey. I didn''t mean to upset you," Wren said, pulling Sparky''s clone into a hug. "She won''t wear the dress forever. You can admire it when we get her out of it." "It''s art," Dinah panted, hyperventting a little. She was really worked up at the idea of Sparky damaging it. "You''d look so pretty in it." "Of course I would. I was an unfashionable mess before you started dressing me," Wren said, squeezing Dinah''s hands. "You always make me look beautiful." Brandy felt a tiny bit bad. Sure, this was technically all part of the game, but Dinah looked genuinely panicked at the idea of Brandy''s dress getting torn. Time to take her shot with a fewpliments. "Your costume looks perfect, Dinah," Brandy said, "It looks exactly like Sparky. I know her so well, and you got every bit perfect." Dinah twisted her head right around like an owl to look at Brandy and smiled. The creases in Sparky''s neck did not look natural at all; they looked more like bunched-up cloth. "Thanks! I try really hard." Brandy nearly swallowed her tongue in shock, recoiling back. Unfortunately, Sparky''s reaction was even worse. "GHOST!" Sparky yelled, muffled by Brandy''s thigh as she bit down in shock, and her Bug Bite coursed through Brandy''s veins, making Brandy''s body twitch with pleasure. Her heart thundered as a shot of orgasmic adrenaline raced through her. She became so exquisitely sensitive for just the briefest moment, and Wren''s hand felt divine as it dug into her thigh, making Brandy pant with lust. Sparky let go immediately. "Fuck. Fuck. Sorry! She''s a Ghost, though; you know how I am about ghosts!" Brandy pressed two fingers to Sparky''s forehead, rubbing it gently. She would have replied, but she was a little short of breath after a head-twisting scare and a surprise dry orgasm. The mix of horror and pleasure left her body halfway between panic and orgasm, a twin drumbeat in Brandy''s brain that left her struggling to think. "She might be a Ditto," Wren said, kissing Dinah''s twisted neck. "Oh, cool, that would be even worse." Sparky groaned, "But she''s not. She doesn''t move like a Joltik, and now I''m really looking at her. She''s got seams." Sparky leaned in, picking at a bit of Dinah''s fur on her shoulder and pulling. Instead of tearing out like when Wren had taken out some of Sparky''s hair, it stretched and just kepting. A long yellow thread until eventually a tiny bit of inky ckness poured out from between the fur and snipped it away with a sh. Dinah smiled at Sparky, with way too many teeth for a Joltik. "So, how are you about Ghosts?" Dinah said; the blue rows of Sparky eyes began to melt, turning into colorful blue swirls as the bottom two became an inky ck. Dinah''s real eyes that''d been hidden behind the fakes. "Because I loved getting inside of you, Sparky." "Fuck nooooo," Sparky hid behind Brandy''s thigh. "Brandy, why are they always so weirdly hot!" "We can skip the fight if you don''t want to go at it," Brandy said, and she meant it. If Sparky really didn''t want to do this, she wouldn''t march her into it. "I can be scared and aroused." Sparky said, "I''m going to sweat more and scream more, but I''ve got your back." "Dinah. Don''t give them a heart attack before the match. Wait until it starts," Wren said with a p of Dinah''s butt. Her own eyes were changing, that missing lifeing back. The dark brown bes a pulsing blood red, her iris unwinding and bing scribbled swirls painted onto the ck. Shockingly strange but also pretty fucking cool. Though it ended any hope of Wren looking cute. She looked absolutely deranged, her ck hair bunching into tendrils and writhing behind her like a swarm of tentacles. No wonder they were both fakes. Dinah''s ability was literally all about disguises. "You''re a Mimikyu," Brandy said, gripping Sparky''s hand tofort her. A ck ooze that wore the shapes of Pok¨¦mon, her love of costumes made so much sense now. Sparky wasn''t going to like the next bit. "And you''re a Ghost Ace Wren." "Very clever," Wren grinned, "I''m not even mad you worked it out. You put in the effort. I knew I was going to like you, Brandy. I''m going to enjoy learning everything about you. You''re my new obsession." A (Not actually that) Quick Annoucement A (Not actually that) Quick Annoucement Wait, shit, shit, I need to put something in the actual body too. Uh... Here''s a beach pic of the gang from a wonderful fan artist! Are you distracted now? Great! I''M OUTTA HERE. 211- My Favourite Taste is You 211- My Favourite Taste is You Brandy had two Joltik sitting on her legs, each iming a thigh and leaving her drowned in yellow fur. That one of them was merely a Ghost Pok¨¦mon wearing an incredibly well-made Joltik suit should have made this weird, but it didn''t. She felt like Sparky, and Brandy liked feeling Sparky. She had squishable curves and soft fur and squeaked in the cutest way when gripped nice and firm. Dinah''s copy was so good it felt like she had two Sparkys to herself right now, and Brandy loved it. She wasn''t the only one. Sparky''s fear of the Mimikyu faded in the face of an even more potent desire. Wanting to make terrible jokes. "You''re so fucking gorgeous. I don''t think I''ve ever seen a hotter Pok¨¦mon than you." Sparky said, reaching across to run her fingers through Dinah''s fur. "Brandy, doesn''t she look hot?" "Hottest Joltik I''ve ever seen," Brandy said, digging her fingernails into their sides. The illusion faltered a bit there. Dinah was ever so slightly softer to the touch than Sparky; it was like she had a bit more fat on her bones. It wasn''t unpleasant, but whatever the Mimikyu on the inside was, it didn''t have quite the same sturdiness. "I can only imagine how big her dick is." Sparky snorted while Dinah covered her mouth with her hand to hide augh. The Mimkyu''s disguise might be near perfect, but she couldn''t change her attitude. She looked more lustily at Brandy''s dress than at Brandy, using her close position to run her finger over the frills and seams with an absolutely adorable, breathless, wide-eyed wonder. Brandy had known she''d get a lot of eyes on her for using the Maid Dresses as her team''s outfit, but Dinah looked like she''d happily fuck the dress even if Brandy weren''t in it. Not that she wasn''t enjoying Brandy being in it, pressing it with her finger to judge the fit and humming happily when she saw how well it clung to her body. Wren just had the biggest smile as she watched her y, giddy at how much fun her partner was having. "I don''t think I''ve seen her get it this bad," Wren said, sipping her ss of water. "And I''ve tried very hard to get her though." "The ck and red banquet dress with the pleated hem and the sewn-in corset?" Dinah arched her back and shivered in delight. "You should see it, Brandy; I was drooling." "She wanted it to be the team outfit, but I wanted her to at least look at my opponent." Wrenughed, "I was worried I''d have to fight that blue and pink-haireddy in the killer suit. Dinah was looking at her like a well-cooked steak for a while, but I got an even worse matchup with you." Brandy had found Wren an easy listener when she was pretending, but now they''d gotten past that, it turned out she was also really pleasant to talk to. For a pair that''d openly tried to deceive her, it was kind of impossible to hate them both. Dinah was just adorable with her interest in clothing, and Wren fully supported her for it. How could Brandy hold a grudge against that? "How''s Sparky''s maid outfit?" Brandy asked Dinah. It was honestly pretty charitable to call it a maid outfit, more a figure-hugging one-piece in the ck and white maid colors, with cutouts to show off her curves. "I''d love a professional opinion, and you are wearing it right now. Kind of." "The real thing is better," Dinah said, leaning over to grab one of the white straps on Sparky''s leg and pull it, letting it snap back with a satisfying ''thwack.'' Sparky made a keening noise that Brandy usually only got out of her when she was pressing her into the dirt. "Ooh. I''ll have to remember that for the fight. I think the bows really pull it together, makes it look a cute kind of sexy and not just shameless." The blow bows with eight dangling ribbons, so they looked like pretty little spiders were cute. No question there. "I''ve just realized," Wren said, shoulders slumping. "Your whole team is going to have these dresses, aren''t they?" "I think you''ve learned plenty enough," Brandyughed. But it was pointless even to deny it, Wren knew, and Dinah was practically vibrating on her thigh in excitement. "Your whole team isn''t fashion-obsessed, are they? I''d apologize, but if I get a benefit out of wearing this thing, then I feel I''m owed it. It''s a lot to swish about in" "No, they''ve all got their own thing." Wren said with a wistful sigh, "Some people find Ghosts really intense, but I love them for it. They have a reputation for loving things too much, but is that really so bad? Is there anything you''d bare your heartpletely for, Brandy?" "My partners," Brandy answered right away. It was an obvious answer, but it was also true. "I''ve done a lot for them and still think I''m not doing enough. It''s hard with three, bncing everyone." "Hush," Sparky said, leaning her head on Brandy''s chest. "You spoil all of us rotten. I couldn''t be happier." "You absolutely could," Brandy said, stroking the back of Sparky¡¯s neck. "And I''m going to put in the work to make it happen. Promise." Wren nodded along enthusiastically to Brandy''s response as she loosened the top button of herb coat. Wren looked hot, massaging her coat cor to get some airflow going. Brandy really wanted to know what was under it, but Wren hadn''t budged on keeping it on until they fought. If Dinah had a hand in it, and she definitely did, it was going to be something special. Sparky looked happy, not in her usual impishly mischievous way but content, while Dinah pawed over her costume, trying out the give in the fabric and getting her fingers along the seams. Brandy enjoyed the feeling of them both softly squirming in herp, and Wren just seemed to enjoy watching them, her scribble-like red eyes bouncing around excitedly as she took it all in. "So, at risk of spoiling this lovely moment, what did you mean I''d be your new obsession, Wren?" Brandy asked, "Should I be worried?" "No," Dinah chipped in for her, "Wren is obsessed with Trainers. She became one just to meet them, though she''ll never admit it." "Maybe a little worried," Wren said with a smirk as she flicked her fingers at Dinah to hush her. "I''m going to get my hands on youter, and I''m looking forward to that a lot." "Brandy likes kisses on the inside of her thigh." Sparky said, "And when you suck the back of her neck. She really loves that." "Don''t tell them my weaknesses!" Brandy bumped the top of Sparky''s head with her chin. "You''re the worst." "One more Sparky," Wren said in a rush, leaning in so close she almost fell off her barstool. "I can fulfill requests for one more fact. What do you want?" "Well, I am an expert on Brandy Lore; you came to the right Bug. You got any Pok¨¦mon good at squeezing?" Sparky asked innocently, "I''ve got a weakness for a good firm press by a tall, fit woman. That''s my obsession." What a cunning little Bug Brandy had, tempting Wren to spill a bit more. Brandy would let her y this one out; she didn''t mind if Sparky taught Wren how to get her Steam Engine boiling harder; it''d just give her more strength to win. "Oh, I''ve got one that could press you into a ball," Wren said, leaning into Sparky''s ear. "And she''ll do it too. She''d love to put a bratty little bug in her ce." Sparky''s eyes widened, and she swallowed thickly. "Love this team." she said softly, "Brandy''s real love is showing people a good time. Justy back and let her fuck you into a blissf." "Sneak," Wren said, biting Sparky''s earlobe. "Encouraging me to lose." "Oh, you''ll feel like a winner, though." Sparky grinned, tugging against the bite. "Let Brandy take care of you, and you''ll be the happiest you''ve ever been." "Tempting," Wren said, looking at Brandy past Sparky''s face, just the very tops of her eyes visible. It made her look shy again, softening Brandy up a little. "Eager to please is very good. Is that why you became a Trainer, Brandy?" "Yeah, Brandy," Sparky said, staring up with those big blue eyes. "We''ve never asked you that. Why did you?" Now, that was a question. Why had Brandy be a Trainer? She loved Pok¨¦mon, always had. The Moves, the looks, the personalities. It wasn''t about the sex or that she found them hot, though that certainly didn''t hurt. Pok¨¦mon were fascinating, and the idea of helping them grow stronger had been exciting. When she''d started, she thought she''d be famous, a big name that could tame any Pok¨¦mon and be in the history books. A dream that hadsted about an hour, maybe, and then Sparky had fallen in herp, and everything had changed. She really would do anything to see this Bug smile. Expect tolerating her awful puns. There were limits. "I think," Brandy faltered and took a breath. Ran it through her head one more time. It felt like a question that deserved a serious answer. "I think I''m still working that out. It''splicated." "Yeah, it is," Wren nodded. "You said you loved your partners a lot. I''d say that''s a good start for any Trainer." "It really is," Brandy smiled. "I love them. They mean the world to me. But it''s not just about that." "Every Trainer always has a bit more to it." Wren nodded. "Wanting them to grow stronger, or wanting them to excel at a skill. I want mine to be able to share their joys with me until I can love them just as much. See things like they do, share their passions." "She won''t," Dinah said, kicking her legs. A Sparky who was earnest without any jokes felt a little off, but it was still sweet to see her smile. "Nobody ever fully understands a Mimikyu. But Wren''s trying really hard, and she lets me dress her up in the best ways." What did Brandy do that made her partners feel like that? It was obvious really, if she stopped thinking about just herself. Because it was never about herself. "I see what they can be and want them to get there. I have a bug who treats herself as a big joke, but she''s a big deal to me. Star of the Team, the greatest Joltik ever, and that''s not a joke." Sparky covered her face, trembling against Brandy''s side. "Not funny." "Not meant to be," Brandy smiled. "It''s the truth." Wren''s face lit up, biting her bottom lip so hard it turned white. The sincerity of the moment was doing something for her. Was Brandy going to have to fight her with painfully schmaltzy honesty? Was that the secret to melting Wren? Because she could do that. She''d have to hope Morgan and Calcine forgave her when they got hit with it without warning. 212 – Cuddle Bug 212 ¨C Cuddle Bug "You sure you''re not turning a little green?" Dinah teased as the cruise ship lilted again. "You''ve gone all quiet. That''s not like you at all." "You are not-" Sparky stopped, holding up a finger while she swallowed. Brandy was massaging her back and staring daggers at Dinah. "Urp. You are not a Joltik. You don''t know me." "Sorry," Dinahughed. She didn''t snigger yfully like Sparky. Herugh was of a soft sigh. It was actually the weirdest difference yet. "It''s just a little funny." "I''m going to kick your thick, perfect ass," Sparky groaned, swiping weakly at her. "Once my Agility kicks back in. Stupid Move." Sparky''s Agility move was incredible, but it also made her very sensitive to her ce in the world. Sparky could pull a triple backflip standing still, but that was due to an incredible understanding of where she was. The ship''s rocking from the battle upstairs was messing with her internal bnce, something awful, and all Brandy could do was try to soothe her fur and hope she adjusted to her sudden unfortunate bout of sea sickness. "Maybe you should go take a breather together," Wren said, tugging at Dinah''s cheeks to wipe the smug smile off her face. "I hear getting to the center of the boat helps. I''d love to learn more about you and finish my story about how I met Mercury, but I don''t like seeing Sparky miserable." "I want to see her throw up." Dinah said, "I''d love to see her insides." "Dinah!" Wren gasped, "She''d ruin her maid dress." "Oh fuck! Quick, go cuddle her somewhere safe." Sparky gave her a withering look as she pulled up her legs and let Brandy pull her into her arms. They''d started the first fight upstairs, but Wren had been so fun to talk to Brandy had decided to skip watching it. There''d be reys so she wouldn''t miss anything, and it wasn''t anyone either of them knew. "Thanks for being so kind," Brandy said as Sparky tucked her head into her chest. It wasn''t even an opportunistic move. Her poor Bug really wasn''t feeling well. "Honestly, I thought a Ghost Ace would be a lot different. You''re really sweet, Branwen." "You don''t know me," Wren grinned, spinning in her seat with Dinah on herp. "But I know you''ll learn! You love learning about people. I''ll finish up the Mercury storyter. It always makes me want to throat sweets anyway, and I''m out right now." Brandy snorted as Wren spun her red squiggly eyes. The little snatches she''d heard of the story made her sound pretty fearless. She''d lost, but not forck of effort. Brandy could respect the hell out of that. It would be a good fight, but before that, Sparky needed some love. She got a seat at the very center table, the air smelling sickly sweet from the sticky drinks of the people who''d gone upstairs to watch the fight. The muffled roar of the crowd above as something exploded made Sparky twitch and grab a handful of Brandy''s dress. Brandy just petted Sparky''s fur, letting her nestle in as she made soothing noises. "I''m not seasick," Sparky said, her voice so quiet Brandy could barely hear it. "Well, a little, but it''s not that bad. Sorry. I lied." "Needed to get out of there?" Brandy kept up the petting. "I know you don''t like Ghosts." "Eh, it''s..." Sparky tailed off and shrugged, a pair of her blue eyes looking up at Brandy. "Dinah''s cool. Weird and creepy, but that''s all ghosts for you. I''m not scared of them." Brandy was hoping that''d been it, because it only left one thing if it wasn''t, and Brandy had really hoped it wouldn''te up. But it had. So she had to face it head-on. "You''re going to do great." Brandy leaned down to kiss the top of Sparky''s head. "I know you will." "I''ve never won a fight by myself," Sparky sighed. "We didn''t beat Calcine together. I was too scared to fight Mercury. I''ve never beaten a Trainer on my own. I lost to you!" "Good!" Brandy kissed her eyes, making her blink to stop her from getting her right on the eyeball and trying to squirm away from the affection. Not that she had a chance. Brandy''s grip was iron. "If I hadn''t gotten you, I don''t know where I''d be. You make everything fun." "What if I''m not good enough to win on my own? What if I let you down?" Sparky''s eyes were darting from Brandy''s, looking up, down, anywhere but into her Trainer''s. "Then I''ll still be proud of you," Brandy said, squeezing Sparky. "I lost our first Gym, remember? I''ve fucked up too. You all forgave me. Called me an idiot, I think." "Yeah, well, you were being an idiot," Sparky giggled. "And we love you for it." "No changing the subject," Brandy warned. "All you can do is your best, okay? If we lose, we''ll do what we did after the Grass Gym. We''ll train ande back better. But you are not doing this alone. You will never be doing this alone." Brandy let her hand trail up Sparky''s arms and stroke into the puff of fur on her chest. "I''m going to be with you for this. You''ve given me these nice eyes, Calcine given me some lovely firm abs, and Morgan..." "Has taught you to be a massive sneak." "She has." Brandy smiled proudly. "They''re both with us in spirit, and as soon as Mercury rings that bell, they''lle out and save our asses if they need to. You know they''d both love the chance to be the hero." "Morgan would be insufferable." "You can be insufferable back. You have my permission." Sparky didn''t rx, but her breathing did even out. She kept her face buried in Brandy''s chest, but the gentle buzz of electricity in her fur was soothingly pleasant. She didn''t seem to mind Brandy''s fingers digging deep, working out the stiffness in her joints and rxing her body. It was a lovely excuse to hug Sparky tight, not so much she got squeezed, even if the bug would love that. Just a nice, tender hug. "Love you." Brandy whispered, "And you''re a badass, seriously. We''re going to make that ghost scared of you." "I''ll give her nightmares," Sparky mumbled, squeezing her back. "She''s just a bad copy of you. You look better. You tell better jokes." Brandy nudged up Sparky''s head and licked her over the lips. "I know you fuck better than her. No chance that oversized plush toy can match the real thing." "Yeah. Yeah! I can''t believe I''m getting butterflies over a copy of myself," Sparky groaned, "She''s going to copy my moves, you know?" "It''d be weird if a Mimikyu couldn''t, well, Mimic you." Brandy looked over to Wren and Dinah. They were both pretending not to watch, but they totally were. She waved at them, making Wren cough on her drink in surprise. "She''s not a Ditto. It''ll be one Move at a time." "With all her own Moves on top," Sparky sighed. "Weird ghost shit." "We''ll deal with it." Brandy rubbed her thumbs on the side of Sparky''s cheek. "I''ve got a lot of experience handling bratty Joltiks." "You do?" Sparky perked up, nipping at Brandy''s fingers. "Sure you don''t need some tips?" "Not from you, you big brat." Brandy kissed her nose. "Cheered up?" "Absolutely." Sparky snuggled in tight. "Would you believe this was all a plot to be smothered by your boobs?" "As if you couldn''t do that any time you wanted." Brandy smiled. "And I wouldn''t say you were smothered. Just gently pressed. If we win, then I''ll smother you." "I''m going to end her fucking life." Brandyughed and spanked Sparky''s ass as she helped reorientate Sparky to a seat in herp. "Ready for this?" "All I need is a kiss from Calcine for luck, but failing that, yeah, I''m ready." Sparky''s hands were shaking a little, but her eyes were bright, and her body was firm. "Want to see something funny?" "Try me." Sparky pointed to a table near the empty stage. Tansy, the excitable Rockruff, was lying on her back across the table, arms and legs in the air as the ridiculously tall Lapras, Marina, scratched her belly. Saffira was watching her adoringly while Maple shook her head in disbelief, clearly trying to hold in augh. Jade green bracelets dangled off both their wrists. "Maple and Saffira are going to fight? Oof, that''s rough for Saffira. Her whole team is going to be weak to Water." "Well, two of them," Sparky said. "We don''t know who she got as her third. Maybe she covered her weakness a bit." Brandy didn''t doubt that Saffira had a ton of spirit, but forward nning didn''t really seem to be her strength. Not that Brandy could really talk. Her whole team was weak to Saffira''s Rock Types. It''d be a tough fight if they ever went at it. They all had a soft spot for a woman who could fold them in half. Maybe that''s why Brandy wasn''t super upset to see Mercury again. She definitely could do that. The ship''s speakers buzzed to life, a cheerful sing-song voiceing over loud and clear. "I hope allpetitors have enjoyed yourselves so far. The first match is drawing to a close, and we''d like to keep a brisk pace. Can Brandy Joyce and Branwen Maddock pleasee to the top deck and contact one of our staff." Maple shed Brandy a smile and a thumbs-up as she gathered her things. She''d be watching, of course, which meant Saffira would too. Brandy would have to be sure to impress them both. Wren was up smoothing herbcoat out. She blew Brandy a kiss and wiggled her fingers as she set off towards the stairs, Dinah poking out a tongue as she went that stretched out into a long ck tentacle that whipped about madly behind her as she turned and sauntered off. "I want a tentacle tongue," Sparky grumbled. "You can''t be trusted with one." Brandyughed. "Come on, let''s go show everyone how far we''vee." Sparky''s eyes lit up at all the cum jokes she''d just been gifted. Brandy put up with them all. Sparky had earned a few awful jokes without reprisal. It made the walk upstairs a little less nerve-wracking. Their first tournament fight. Brandy couldn''t wait to show her beautiful Bug off to the world. 213 – Two Shots of Brandy 213 ¨C Two Shots of Brandy They were greeted by a Whimsicott upstairs before they got lost in the crowds around the arena walls. Not an actual Pok¨¦mon one, but a human dressed up as one, with a greenhorn headband and an absolutely huge puffy white jacket. She looked hot, not in the sexy way but in the ''wearing a giant white coat on a warm day'' way. The slightly sharp edges to her teeth and the yellow blush around her eyes certainly weren''t inheritances helping her cool off. Poor thing. "So exciting! You both ready?" she asked, with the kind of put-on cheerfulness of someone who had a job to do and needed to break the ice quickly. "I desperately need to be kissed by a cute Whimsicott, actually," Sparky said, grabbing up at her. "It''s a condition I have, very problematic." She actually went for it, brushing Sparky''s hair back and giving her a kiss on the forehead. Sparky giggled to herself with a buzz in her throat that thrummed away happily. "Ooh, electric lips. I like you." "I''m a delight. What about you, Ma''am?" the Whimsicott Mascot said, "Anything you need?" "I am curious about electric lips." Brandy said, "But really, it''s fine." The woman went on tiptoes to kiss Brandy''s chin, her lips fizzling pleasantly against Brandy''s skin. It was like a less intense Sparky kiss, quite soothing in a way. She took her time with it, bunches of Brandy''s dress in her head as she let the kiss drag on and on. Licking her lips when she finally retreated, looking expectantly at Brandy. "I remain curious about them," Brandy rubbed the wet spot on her cheek, the lingering fizzling sensation tickling her fingers. She''d never really thought to have Sparky crackle up her fingers. They should try that sometime. "You look like you need to get some shade, so I''m happy for you to exin things." "Can''t help myself around hottie Trainers worth any amount of heat." the Whimsicott Mascot said, gnashing at the air a few times as she led them along the cruise deck by the wrists. "But I''m just here to do a quick refresher of the rules with you." Pok¨¦mon Tournaments took some special preparation. Pok¨¦mon loved to fight, and their Trainers fought with them, but there was no getting around that things could get wrecked fast when Pok¨¦mon really cut loose. Every good arena or gym had walls to contain that power, either constructed from special materials, or a Pok¨¦mon would create one using a Move like Trick Room. It depended on what was avable. They were all built so the crowds could look in, but things didn''t get out. Nobody wanted to be on the wrong end of a methrower if they didn''t sign up for it. The Whimsicott Mascot led them along the railing on the ship''s edge, which had set sail while they''d all be downstairs. The crowd stands to the side, and beyond that, a tall, see-through crystal wall with just the hint of rainbow filmy color, like a soap bubble. With a sh of hernyard to two people guarding a door underneath the crowded seating stands, she ushered Brandy and Sparky inside. "They''ll be announcing you shortly. Thest two are just finishing up." the Mascot said, the dull roar of the crowd above them. "I can''t wait for the TV reys," Sparky sighed, "They were rocking the boat so hard I''m worried for their hips." "It certainly tested the barriers," the Mascot smirked, "Since this battle is on a cruise ship, I would ask you not to try to tip it over. If it happens, we''ve got people on standby to contain it, but it''d be a disqualifying move. Same for trying to drill a hole right through the boat. We''ve made this arena tough; you can cut loose out there; just please don''t deliberately try to sink us." "I don''t think I have anything that could do that," Brandy said hesitantly. Calcine and her Fire Stone would make her much bigger, but how big could a Coalossal be? Not sinking the ship sized, surely. "Is this warning because of the Gardevoir we saw?" "It''s for all of you, though, maybe especially her," the Mascot nodded. "You''re a powerful bunch this year. It''s going to make some great highlights. But everybody''s safety is our concern, too. We''ve healers on standby for injuries, and the Judges will step in if they think someone might get seriously hurt. Have you met Mercury?" "Brandy nearly beat her," Sparky said, "They called it a draw and need a rematch." "Really?" the Mascot bit her lip and reassessed Brandy, roving her eyes up and down the tall Maid. "I''m going to find Cy and bet on you as soon as we''re done here. Anyone who can take all that on her own and get a draw will crush out there." "Familiar with her are you?" Sparky teased. "Surprised you can walk straight if that''s your taste." "Trainers are the ones who try to take her on solo. I was sensible enough to have a few friends helping." she held up a finger for silence as Sparky whistled at her, "Anyway, Mercury is our Pok¨¦mon judge; if she steps in, you''re to stop fighting, okay? She''s doing it for all your safety." Brandy and Sparky nodded, and the Mascot pped happily. "Perfect! You''re making this so easy. I love it. Quick reminder for the rest of the rules! The Judges have a bell they''ll ring; when they ring it, you can bring out one more of your Pok¨¦mon. The second bell you can have your whole team out. They''ll ring it when they feel like one side is losing, so if you watched previous matches, don''t expect it to happen at the same time." Brandy hadn''t, but it was good to know she hadn''t missed out on an advantage because of it. "Beyond that, just the usual rules. Care for your opponent is more important than victory. Don''t leave the arena or try to throw your opponent out. Don''t argue with our Judge''s decisions, and remember you have an audience. If you want to fight especially dirty, that''s the reputation you''lle out of here with." All the basics they''d gotten drilled into them at college. Tournament fights looked intense, and their rivalries could be emotional, but no one ever became a champion by being genuinely unlikable. If you were so unpleasant nobody wanted to battle you, you were cooked as a Trainer. "We''re all set," Sparky said, bouncing on her heels. "Thanks, you''ve been a peach." "I''m as sweet as one, too; if you want to celebrate after it''s all done, I can prove it." the Mascot said, waving to the double doors that faced the arena. "You''re good to go as soon as you hear your names. Give the crowd a bit of a show when you go out! Not that you''ll find that hard. Your outfits are killer." "So we just got to wait?" Brandy said. She could do with getting her Steam Engine warmed up a bit, but there wasn''t really a source of heat nearby. Unless... "We just got to wait." The Mascot nodded. "Any questions?" "No," Brandy smiled, sliding a hand under the Mascot''s chin and stroking her throat. Tipping up those eyes with the little yellow freckles and giving her a big, hungry smile. "But I do have some ideas." --- "And facing her, all the way from Turrfield." someone called over the tannoy. It sounded familiar to Brandy, but she couldn''t ce the name. She was focused on battling the Mascotdy''s tongue. She''d be a rather warm puddle of jelly in her arms as she was pressed up to the wall, one leg hooked under Brandy''s arm to raise her up. "She broke the Grass Gym, and she''ll break her hearts. Brandy Joyce and her Team. Maid For This!" Sparky webbed Brandy''s back and physically pulled her off the Mascot, who slipped to the ground in a stunned daze. "I wasing!" Brandy said, wiping the spit from her mouth. "No, she wasing; you were just getting warmed up." Sparky grinned and pushed Brandy out the double doors. The roar of the crowd hit them like a physical p. A wall of noise, an excited wind of energy that swept them forward and out onto the arena. Brandy took a deep breath of fresh, salty sea air and let her ears adjust to the din as she grabbed the edges of her dress and performed a perfect curtsey. Sparky scrambled up her back and hung off her head, blowing crackling electric kisses into the air. The crowd responded to their entrance by screaming all the harder. Brandy knew her outfits were good, but she''d never had such a viscerally loud affirmation. People were going downright feral past the soap-bubble-coloured walls. Thankfully, from the inside, things were a little blurry, like you were viewing the crowd through water, so she didn''t have to see any pretty faces, making it even worse for herself. Brandy looked across the arena instead, which had a hazard that Sparky would thrive in. The arena had a swimming pool in the center, taking up about half the space. The wooden nks surrounding it were decorated with sunchairs, colorful umbres, and a few drinks on some side tables. They must have torn the ce up from all the ship rocking, yet it looked pristine. Pok¨¦mon moves could really work miracles. Across the pool, Dinah had switched her costume. She was wearing a Wooloo costume now, but her fluffy hair was reced with colorful patches, and her ck eyes were just two messy squiggles. Wren was still wearing herb coat, but on seeing Brandy, she smiled and undid the top button and then, with a flourish, threw it out into the pool. Brandy blinked when she saw what was underneath. How had she done this? Had the Mimikyu made it while they were waiting to go out? It was a copy of Brandy''s dress down to every frillyce. As Wren straightened up and smiled, her hair began to shimmer, coiling up on itself. The long ck waves arched back into deep red spikes, her eyes deepening to a bright red glow. "Love you, Brandy!" Wren yelled, making a heart over her chest with her fingers. "I told you, you''re my new obsession." "Yes," Sparky said. "Oh, I am so d I am first now. Brandy, she''s you! She''s copying you." "That''s going to make this a little weird?" Brandy groaned. She''d inherited the Mimikyu''s Disguise ability. Of course she had. "No, no, no. You don''t get it. She''s you, but she''s still short!" Sparky grinned madly. "You''re going to get to top yourself!" She was still short. Wren could copy Brandy, but that couldn''t make up for over half a foot in height. This did not make it any less weird. More so even as she was now like Brandy''s miniature twin. Maybe that was Dinah''s sneaky n to copy her opponents so well they got self-conscious. Brandy had thought Wren was sweet, and she was, but she''d forgotten the Ghost Ace part. "It''ll be strange." Brandy bit her lip. "I could do it for you." "Brandy," Sparky gasped. "Maple is watching, do it for her. Do it for me. Do it for all of us. Do yourself." Maple was going to be absolutely screaming with excitement, and the idea of Calcine and Morganing out to this was both funny and exciting. They were going to melt, and Calcine and Lixi had fucked her brains out; she kind of owed her fiery rock a fun twins'' experience. Maybe Brandy was going to feel a little weird doing this purely for the sex. But she was part Bug at heart, too. Could she do this for the bit? She absolutely could. "All right then." Brandy pounded a fist into her palm. "C''mon Sparky, it''s time to go fuck myself." 214 – Mirror Match 214 ¨C Mirror Match "Love the look," Brandy called over the pool as her eyes scanned Wren and Dinah for any more tucked-away surprises. "I feel ttered." "You wear it better, but please. Enjoy looking all you like," Wren said with a twirl, the trail of the maid dress fluttering in the wind. "You''re a treat on the eyes." Damn, it really did look good. Was that narcissistic to think? Brandy had been happy to admit she was pretty. Cherry had drummed that into her, but she''d never gone as far as hot. Now she was eying herself up and actually getting a little turned on. So embarrassing. Was she going to fuck a mirror next? Brandy looked harder anyway; she had onest moment to gather useful information, and she was going to use it. A close inspection showed off how Wren''s copy of her wasn''t quite perfect. Sparky had noticed she was shorter right away; it was pretty obvious, but other little details gave it away. She didn''t have Brandy''s fit body, and while the outfit was trying to squeeze her into the right shape, the thighs and hips were a dead giveaway. Wren was thicker than Brandy, something that''d undoubtedly thrill Sparky to bits. While the Disguise ability she''d inherited from the Mimikyu could change her appearance, it didn''t copy everything. Brandy was probably safe, ruling out that Wren now had Compound Eyes and a Steam Engine. Thank goodness, that''d have been rough to deal with. If she didn''t get any physical benefits, then Wren clearly nned to pull some tricks instead. Tricks beyond just making this a little weird. Brandy was warming up to the idea of kissing her twin, but Sparky looked ready to dive in and check Wren''s work as thoroughly as possible. There was nothing more alluring to a Pok¨¦mon than their partner. The disguise would be more of a downside if she didn''t have something more nned, though what wasn''t quite clear yet. She just wasn''t a good enough copy to trick Sparky into thinking she was Brandy. Sparky would see right through it. Speaking of those wonderful Joltik Eyes, Brandy''s inherited eyes picked up a familiar tuft of yellow fur on the colorful patchwork hair that Dinah had for her Wooloo costume. They''d been quite sneaky taking that from Sparky earlier, but the fact they had gone to the effort gave away that Dinah''s disguise needed a physical part of whoever she wanted to make a costume of. It''d make sense she had Dinah''s other two Pok¨¦mon in that quilt somewhere; Brandy was ready for plenty of attempts to confuse everyone in this fight once more Pok¨¦mon came out. Though it wasn''t obvious from the patchwork collection what they could be, a few blotches of purple fur didn''t help with just how many purple-haired ghosts there were. That was about thest of the clues Brandy could gather in the time she had. The curiously familiar voice of the human judge was just finishing up hyping the crowd. Fuck, who was she? It made her brain itch trying to ce it, a helping of infectious enthusiasm and confidence all rolled into one. It reminded her of Shay, that rascal who''d pointed Brandy towards Morgan. But it wasn''t her, not just because the voice was a little different. It just wouldn''t make sense. Mercury had fucked Shay absolutely stupid, and her now being a judge with Mercury wouldn''t suit the Rapidash''s titanic ego. She''d find out after. Head in the game time. "When life drops surprise twins in yourp, it''d be foolish to drag introductions out any longer." the not-quite-Shay called out, "Competitors, keep an ear out for the bell. If you miss it, we won''t ring it again. Fight!" "Sparky! Elect-" Brandy said, pointing across the pool and choked. Wren hugged Dinah, burying her face in the puffy Wooloo costume as Dinah turned those big ck eyes on Brandy. She tried again, her heart skipping a beat, but it felt like the words were caught in her throat. "We- uh- We-" Fuck, Dinah''s eyes were just so soulful. Looking into their depths, seeing Dinah''s exposed heartid out for her. So open and raw. Brandy couldn''t bring herself to order an attack. It''d be too cruel to swing at something so nakedly vulnerable. "Electric what?" Sparky said, dancing on the balls of her feet. "Brandy?" Dinah giggled, a sound that echoed through the pool. "You want to skip the fighting, Brandy? We can get right to the loving." Brandy''s jaw went ck. That wasn''t Dinah''s voice, was it? The giggle was the same, but the tone waspletely different. It reminded her of Valerie the Dubwool, but somehow with even more confidence. Warm, inviting, and very insistent she be a good girl. "Yeah, we could do that." "Fuck that," Sparky raised her hands and whipped out two weblines right across the pool, one sticking to Dinah''s chest and the other clipping Wren''s shoulder. The electricity crackling along the webbing made their opponents twitch, and Dinah broke eye contact for just a moment. The warm fuzzy feelings Brandy felt for Dinah evaporated with it, her drive to attacking back so fast she almost lurched forward into the pool to try to get closer to them. Brandy knew the move. It was amon one, Baby-Doll Eyes. Look one person in the eyes, and they won''t be able to fight you. It was a nasty, disabling move, but it went both ways; you have to y nice while using it. Usually, it was not that threatening as long as you were careful, butbined with Dinah''s ability to disguise herself, it was going to be really annoying to deal with. "Don''t look her in the eyes and pull them into the pool!" "I''ll focus on the tits!" Sparky yanked on her webs, but Dinah flexed a hand, and the webs snapped, pieces drifting to orbit around the Mimikyu like a halo. That was new. Usually, it took fire or a sharp de to cut them, but Brandy hadn''t seen anything in Dinah''s hand. "She''s full of tricks," Brandy said, "Get on, and let''s close; she doesn''t feel like a brawler to me." Sparky nodded and bounced back lightly, flipping over in the air andnding on Brandy''s shoulder as light as a feather, her thighs mped around Brandy''s waist as she used her hand to shield Brandy''s eyes from Dinah. Clever, Brandy did the same, sweeping her arm through the air to break the line of sight as she walked around the pool briskly. "Not going to work Dinah, pull her in instead," Wren said, jogging to keep the water between her and Brandy. Her patchwork Wooloo partner raised her hands like two-finger guns, and Sparky hissed as Dinah fired her own pair of Electrowebs across the water. A Mimikyu that had Mimic. Big surprise. "Counter!" Brandy snapped, getting a firm grip on Sparky''s body. "I''ll provide the muscle!" Wren wasn''t counting on Sparky''s crack-shot eyes as Sparky fired her own webs in retaliation, and they met with an arc of electricity over the water. Brandy grabbed the thick cord, ignoring the fuzzy tingling in her hand as she gave it a firm wrench, throwing her body weight into it. Wren tried to steady Dinah, but Brandy had way more power behind her arms, and the patchwork Wooloo''s feet scrabbled over the polished wood floor before being hoisted off her feet over the water. "Sub out!" Wren yelled, and with a horrible crack, the back of the Wooloo costume tore open. A cloud of inky ck goo spilled out of the seams, a thick mass of the stuff sttered all over the poolside, some of it sshing through Wren''s red hair, soaking her copycat look with streaks of ck. The Wooloo costume flopped into the water, lying deted on the surface, slowly sinking under as it soaked up water weight. "Don''t look, I''m naked!" the mess of ck yelled, a burbling scratchy voice that changed in pitch with every word. The goo was coalescing, but Brandy wasn''t going to just sit there and let them find their feet. "Sparky, infest the costume!" "Aw,e on!" the burbling goo girl whined as Sparky fired a wave of little yellow bugs into the pool; they burrowed into the costume''s fur like ticks, chittering happily as a few of them sshed about in the water instead. "You wanted to get inside me," Sparky grinned, "Well, now I''m inside you." "Wren!" Dinah whined, the goo sshing over Wren''s side, sticking to her body, a few ck tentacles wrapping around her limbs. "Don''t leave me looking all gross. People can see me!" "Let them look. You''re beautiful," Wren said, licking the ck-goo woman clinging to her side. It barely had the shape of a woman, but it still trembled with excitement as it coated Wren''s tongue. Was Wren going to eat a bit of her doing that? Ghost Aces. So weird. "We''ll let her have it back if she sits the round out." Brandy said, "You can wait for your second, can''t you?" Wren smirked. Brandy didn''t smirk much, so it looked strange to see a mirror version of herself acting so smug, especially down her partner''s greatest strength; a Mimikyu without her costumes was basically a clingy pudding rather than a real threat. "I love your stockings, Brandy." "Thanks?" Brandy risked a quick nce at the stockings that Sparky had made her. They were deliciously well-fitting, but why did Wren care right now? Wren stroked her hand through the ck, gooey mess that was her girlfriend right now, soothing her with her fingers. "Dinah and I babbled about your maid costume while she was making mine, and you know what we realized? Those stockings don''t fit it; they''re gorgeous and hug your legs perfectly, but they''re not the right sort for a maid. Sparky made them for you with her webs, didn''t she?" This was leading to something. Brandy was just going to cut her off before she got to it. "Sparky, web her up," Brandy said, turning to point the Sparky on her shoulder at them. "We can get a little wet with her, then find a better use for that mouth." "Happily, they''re being weird," Sparky said, sting a twirled-together twin st of crackling electro-webbing. It raced to envelop Wren but exploded apart like confetti just before hitting her, the air filled with spinning shards of white webbing. "My Dinah''s something of a tailor and silks the perfect material for her to work with." Wrenughed. "How about I show you some future fashion?" The strips of webbing snapped in on Dinah''s gooey body,shing over it and binding her up. She was squeezed into a cocoon, the silk rippling to take a more human shape. Or at least sort of human; it was tall, really tall, and with more limbs than usual. Dinah rolled her new shoulders, ck slits forming in her face to make a row of eyes. Tall, with four arms, mouth-watering curves, and a cocky sway to her hips. Brandy had seen this look before, though she hadn''t been made of pure white silk. Sparky''s evolved form, a Galvant. "Ugh," Sparky groaned. "Ghost Type Gamma? She''s the worst without being creepy, too. I really hate this." "You can tear her up without getting into trouble." Brandy said, "Or bend her over." "Now that is tempting," Sparky licked her lips. "I can''t use my webs. She''ll just steal them. We need to put them both down some other way." Well, they had a pool full of water and an electric bug. They just had tobine the two and throw their opponents in. "Melee time then. Get them in the pool, and we got this. Your fangs ready?" "I want to suck on the mini-fridge Brandy." Sparky gnashed. "Lemme at her." Brandy charged, Sparky intercepting a few of the webby Galvant''s sts as Wren hopped onto the tall Bug''s back. Sparky was going to Evolve someday; it''d be nice to get a hand on a fake just to test out if Brandy liked it. 215 – Just Can’t Keep Away 215 ¨C Just Can¡¯t Keep Away The crowd cheering outside the walls was getting uproariously loud as Brandy chased her opponent around the pool. Wren was cackling like a maniac as she hung onto the back of her partner, two of Dinah''s arms holding her legs still while the other two used webs to grab deckchairs and umbres and sling them at the rampaging Brandy. A lot just ended up in the pool. Dinah didn''t have the strength to throw them that hard, but a few swept over the wooden decking and flicked up at Brandy. Sparky and Brandy ducked around it as best as possible, but every dodge slowed their progress to catch up with their opponents. "Go high!" Brandy said as one of the sun umbres bounced their way. Sparky pounced off Brandy''s shoulders and scrambled over the top of it, making it m into the floor. Giving it a good and hard kick, the umbre pinwheeled off the pool''s surface, skimming past Dinah''s slowly sinking Wooloo suit. It sshed at Dinah, who threw up her arms to protect her eyes. "Making an awful mess for a pair of maids!" "You''re the one''s throwing things!" Brandy huffed. "Let us catch you, and I''ll show you how nice I can be." Dinah responded by slingshotting another deck chair at Sparky, who webbed herself up to it and kicked off the top, getting some nice airtime beforending lightly at the edge of the pool with a graceful twirl, her tassels flicking in the air as Brandy caught up with her. "How''d you do that?" Brandy said, "Your webs worked. Why didn''t she just break them?" "I felt them tingle when they got near her. I think she can only control threads near her." Sparky quickly tested the theory by catching another sun umbre out of the air with her web, tossing it aside with a flick of her wrist. "So I can''t shoot at them, but I can go near." "We''re working your Moves out!" Brandy called across the pool. Arceus, that pool was turning out to be so annoying; she didn''t have a way to cross it, and Wren was using that to keep this fight a ranged one. Which should have been perfect for Sparky, but if Sparky was right, Dinah''s thread control gave her a perfect defense against Sparky''s webs. Worse, Dinah was mimicking Electroweb, using it herself and not even using it to full effect! Her aim with the thrown items was absolutely shit, bouncing off the soap-bubble like shield around the arena. "Pretty, tall, and smart!" Wren called back, her head on Dinah''s shoulder. The pure white Galvant flipping her off with her free hands. "Brandy, I love wearing your look, but I don''t know if I can live up to the pressure." Brandy balled her hands into fists; thepliments were getting to her worse than taunts would have. She wasn''t going to be shown up by an imitation! She just knew if she could get her hands on Wren, she could make her squeal. The Steam Engine in her heart was hissing, and spluttering, the fire in her veins all charged up with nothing to release itself on. "n?" Sparky said as she fired a stream of little yellow bugs over the pool. It just didn''t have the range of her Electroweb, and they all tumbled into the water, kicking their legs in panic as they tried to swim before disappearing. "I''m all for making out if you don''t have one." "I''ll make out once we got her. We have nothing to anchor on to make a web slingshot. We can''t trip them, and if we try to bridge the pool, Dinah can just break it when we try to cross." Brandy folded her arms momentarily, letting Sparky field the thrown items while she thought. Okay, it''s time for some Calcine solid logic. Getting at Wren was the goal, but why was it a problem in the first ce? Wren wouldn''t win by running away the whole time, and she wasn''t doing much damage. There were really only two reasons to be ying this silly game: she was learning more about how Brandy worked, or she was scared if Brandy caught her, she''d win early and was trying to drag the time out to the first bell so she could bring out another from her team. Either way, it suggested Wren was not confident she could win in a straight-up encounter. Brandy had to force it somehow. Brandy ducked to the left as a gob of electrified webbing flew past her. Dinah was using all four hands now, trying to shield her attacks with thrown objects. Her aim was still terrible even with the extra time to pick her shots, and as long as Brandy could see iting, she had no trouble dodging. It was like on the train when she''d been catching Morgan''s ying cards out of the air. She could tell where things would go and was more than fit enough to move fast to get out of the way. Sparky''s eyes gave her fine web control that the Mimikyu''s copied Move simply didn''t have. She just needed something to shoot, but there wasn''t anything. Just the pool, a few things to throw that wouldn''t do much damage, and Brandy, who Sparky wasn''t strong enough to throw. Dinah tossed a wet umbre their way, Sparky fielding it with her own web shot and throwing it back to crash off the arena shield, bouncing off with a spray of water. Bouncing off. Those shields were see-through, but they were also solid. "Got an idea," Brandy said, "But we need them to throw a lot of stuff at us, pile it up on our side." Brandy picked Sparky up to whisper the rest of the n to her, then got to do her part. Spreading her arms at the pair standing on the other side of the pool. "Okay, we''re not getting anywhere. So how about this?" Brandy twirled, letting her skirt fan out and catch the air. The crowd gasped at it, and the announcers squawked excitedly. Sadly, Brandy couldn''t hear what was said; it would be unfair to have thementation aired in the match; they might end up cluing people into things they didn''t know by ident. So all the sound outside sounded scrambled, powerful but unintelligible. You had to wait until you watched a rey to hear what they said. But Brandy knew her thighs were good enough to get a few choicements. More than good enough to catch Dinah''s eyes. "You''ve seen my outfit, but you''ve not seen all of it. You actually hit me with something. I''ll show you the bits you haven''t seen yet." "Underclothes?" Dinah said, pping her double set of hands together, Wren scrabbling to hold onto her back. "Maid bras," Wren bit her lip, "Can I see some tummy with it? I love how spry your body is; I feel I''m in for a treat." Did Wren get a little benefit from her Disguise inheritance? She wasn''t as quick or tall as Brandy, but she might have gotten a tune-up to get closer. It was a pretty cool inheritance if that''s how it worked; it was flexible in a way most weren''t. "Bra?" Brandyughed, "You think we skimped on this outfit? You know we can do better than that." "Maid lingerie," Dinah said softly, in a tone that sounded almost religious. "Holy fuck, I need it." "Wait, this has to be a trick," Wren said, but it was no good. Dinah was already fired up, all four arms outstretched and webs firing from fingertips to stick to almost every bit of furniture on their side. Dinah''s Galvant costume moved like a whipcord, bonelessly snapping back and then surging forward to give the push to send a death wave of deckchairs Brandy''s way. Brandy ran back to the pile Sparky had been assembling and began scaling it as stic chairs rained behind her. Sparky was cackling as she webbed them out of the air, hauling them in for Brandy to grab and add to the pile, making a small tower to climb about ten feet above the floor. It was pretty damn shaky, but they only needed it for a few moments. Sparky shot a web into the wall on their side just above their heads, then sted another across the pool, flying over Dinah''s and Wren''s heads. Dinah jumped to try to touch it, but tall as she was, she was still short by a few feet. "This is going to look so fucking sick on the rey," Sparky cackled as she mbered up Brandy, tossing a length of webbing to her before bouncing off her shoulder to grab her improvised zipline. She flicked herself up to get atop it and tightrope across. Brandy got a firm grip on the bit of webbing she''d been given and jumped, throwing it over the top of the zipline and grabbing it so she could ride it across the pool, legs kicked up to keep her moving. The webbing hissing as she slid down it at speed, Sparky hopping over her as she passed. "Dinah, stop staring at her outfit and move!" Wren was panicking, tugging at Dinah. "Mimic Agility and hop up. No, wait, use uh .... oh no ..." Brandy came down on them like an avenging maid angel; her skirt billowed out like a parachute to show her panties as she dropped and crashed into Dinah, wrapping her legs around her torso. A body made entirely of Sparky''s silk made for a wonderfully softnding, Brandy''s body squishing Dinah''s like it was a stress toy. All four arms iled as she tipped over, falling back on Wren. "Nope! Rescue time!" Sparky dived off the zip wire, webbing Wren and sliding her out of the way of Dinah''s tumbling body. Right into Sparky''s falling body, the pair crashed together and bounced across the floor, bodies entwining as they rolled together. "Got you! Finally," Brandy said, pinning the struggling Dinah down. It was challenging but not impossible. Dinah had four arms, but she didn''t have a lot of strength about them. Her body had give to it, like an overstuffed beanbag; whatever ck goo made up her body couldn''t act as a suitable recement for muscle. It was so soft, though, and the pure white of the Galvant''s skin was beautiful in its own way, the mouth and eyes the only glimpse of Dinah''s dark, glossy body underneath. "Dinah, Wood- aaaaaah!" whatever Move Wren was calling out was cut off by a trembling wail. Sparky had sunk her fangs into Dinah''s shoulder, and the Bug Bite coursed through her system, making her twitch with delight. The dry orgasm wasn''t as satisfying as a real one, but the suddenness of it was incredibly debilitating to a body that hadn''t gotten worked up yet. Wren had the breath robbed from her lungs as she rubbed herself against Sparky, who was more than happy to grab her right back. "Plush Brandy," Sparky said with barely restrained glee. "Squeezable Brandy! Thick Brandy! I''m spoiled. I''m so spoiled. This is the best." "Ha! Better than the real thing?" Wren gasped, hugging Sparky for support as her body twitched. "You wish," Brandy sniffed and turned back to Dinah, who was exploring her maid dress with all four hands. "Like it?" "It''s so beautifully made. I thought you''d struggle to move in it, but it''s almost a part of you." Dinah was lost in her craft, fingers tracing along the seams where the outfit met skin. Her wonderfully soft silk fingers did feel really good as they traced lines around Brandy''s body. One hand slid under her skirt and traced along her thighs, not even exploring that deep. But the promise they offered, with four hands? Brandy had tingles. "I can''t believe you made a whole Galvant costume in seconds," Brandy said, "You copied this dress for Wren, didn''t you?" "We couldn''t resist; you looked so gorgeous; nothing we could have put together would havepared," Dinah said, trying to get Brandy''s wrists with two hands. Brandy pushed them back, pinning them down as she leaned down on Dinah. She had two more arms to use but was enjoying squeezing and stroking too much to use that advantage. "I saw your panties as you slid down on us. A littlece on them? You''re so cute." "She''s a terror," Sparky said. She''d stuffed Wren''s face between her breasts and was stroking her fingers through her borrowed red hair. Electric pops raced along Sparky''s skin and made Wren twitch, but she hugged harder each time to steady herself as her sensation kept ramping up and up. Sparky was a terror herself up close; she could unmake a woman in moments. The bell was bound to sound soon, but Brandy could dy it and get more time for Sparky to build up an advantage if they entertained the crowd and judges. She had to do something showy and exciting while Sparky had just worked Wren into a moaning puddle, and she had the perfect idea. "I could show you my outfit, Dinah," Brandy said, kissing along the cheeks of the silk Galvant, "But don''t you want to get hands-on? Tentacle on? I''m not sure how you work. You can possess costumes, right? Can you possess them when they''re on a person?" "You want me to leap into your clothes?" Dinahughed, "You don''t want that. I''m a wriggly mess. You want a pretty Galvant to fuck." "I want you," Brandy purred, squeezing Dinah''s cheeks. "You''re incredible and exciting. Show everyone what you can really do. Get in here with me, and get familiar with what''s underneath." Dinah looked conflicted, tense at the idea, but thrilled, too. She clearly had body issues, and Brandy was having none of that. Dinah might not be human-shaped, but she was adorably enthusiastic about clothes. Coupled with Wren''s fascination with people, the pair had been afraid to get near Brandy, who''d brought an incredibly, if she was honest, incredible body to match. They were weak to what Brandy had, and trying to copy her hadn''t saved them. "Dinah," Brandy stared unwavering into her pitch-ck eyes. "I want the real you. I think you can do things to me other Pok¨¦mon can only dream of. Get in here. You''ve been eye fucking this dress the whole night." Brandy grinned. "Try me on for size." 216 – Wearing On Me (18+) 216 ¨C Wearing On Me (18+) Dinah shucked off her Galvant silk body like a dressing gown, bursting out of it in a mess of ck liquid tentacles. As stripteases went, it was awful, but as a power move? It pressed some buttons in Brandy that really enjoyed being hammered. The primal hunger of it was just appealing; a lot of Pok¨¦mon were human-shaped with extra features. Dinah was truly alien, a writhing mass that filled and powered the suits she made with writhing tentacles and liquid pressure. There was a razor-thin edge between being intensely horny and terrified, and the Mimikyu would have straddled that line if she had something Brandy could have called legs. To top all off and really get Brandy''s heart beating? Dinah was clearly embarrassed! A tentacle shyly covered something that might have been her eyes; two glowing white dots floated amongst a shifting pir of ck, glossy liquid. Her body flowed hesitantly towards Brandy, unsteadily rolling across the floor, spawning tentacles to bnce itself. Without a body to support her, Dinah was a wobbling mess, and it was adorable. The way Dinah writhed in a mixture of pleasure at the sight of Brandy and bent over backward with bashfulness at her own looks. All of it made Brandy want to hug this woman and ensure she knew it was okay. This was a bizarre fight, but if there''s one thing Brandy thrived in, it was making Pok¨¦monfortable with being themselves. "Lean on me," Brandy said, opening her arms and offering her maid dress for Dinah to ssh down on. "I''ve got you." Dinah copsed with a relieved sigh, sinking into Brandy''s chest, her tentacles slithering down and around Brandy''s thighs, wrapping her in a warm embrace. The feeling of Dinah''s shifting tentacles sliding along her skin was thrilling. They were wet and cold but so very soft, and when they wrapped around her, she could feel them pulsing with energy, a soft heartbeat against her skin. Brandy stroked her fingers through the skin, breaking the surfacing, and dipped into it to leave trails. The droplets that came away didn''t stain her warm fingers, flowing back into Dinah''s body, eager to be reunited with the rest. It reminded Brandy of Gilly, the Wishiwashi made of liquid and lights, but Gilly had been able to maintain a human form. Dinah needed support, craved it, and Brandy was happy to provide. Her embrace was wonderfully firm, extra tentacles squeezing around Brandy''s hips and wrapping around her waist. There was an odd, ticklish feeling, like an ice cube trailing down her back, the gentle caress of a lover with no real fingers or form. "Your body is as beautiful as your clothes," Dinah said softly, her voice thrumming out from her formless body. "I wish I could be as pretty." "You can feel my heartbeat, can''t you?" Brandy said, "You might not believe me when I say you are beautiful, but it can''t lie. Listen to it. Hear the truth." Brandy could feel Dinah''s body pressing into her, squirming and wriggling against her, the chill of Dinah''s own body seeping into her skin, a hot breath from a gap that may have been a mouth adding relief. One of many, others were suckling her skin, tasting her sweat, absorbing her heat. Dinah was slowly seeping into her maid dress, filling the small gap between fabric and skin. "I don''t know why humans are like this," Dinah said, incredulous but happy. "So willing to love something like me." "Shh. None of that. Enjoy my body," Brandy said and pressed her face to a ck tentacle, giving it a lick to tease it her way. "Taste my lips. Feel my love. Getfortable in my dress. I can wait." Dinah hesitated, then kissed her. An excellent trick for someone with no face, but a tentacle wrapped around Brandy''s throat and then teased apart her lips did the job instead. It was a challenging kiss, Brandy''s jaw feeling the stretch as Dinah''s tentacle pushed into her mouth, the taste of her sweet like syrup. Brandy had her own tongue, and she pushed back, fighting against Dinah''s tentacle in a futile effort against a far more nimble and bigger opponent, but the sliding over one another was a fun fight, and Brandy moaned in enjoyment. "This fabric, it''s such a joy to bring alive," Dinah purred, and Brandy could feel her clothes pinch as Dinah took them over. Being pressed by your own clothes was a unique experience, but all that rubbing of cloth over Brandy''s skin was getting her wet and eager. Dinah was so thrilled she wasn''t going hard, and Brandy didn''t want to rush her, so she spared a moment to check in on her partner. Wren had maybe made a mistake taking Brandy''s looks because Sparky had nted her head between thicker than usual Brandy''s thighs and was going to town. She had a death grip on Wren''s thighs, intent on squeezing them until she lost her fingers in there, and her tongue waspping away like she was trying to lick thest bits out of a yogurt pot, her face buried so firmly in Wren''s crotch that she was going to have trouble breathing. Sparky clearly didn''t care. She wanted to warm Wren up with all speed and wouldn''t let anything stop her from getting there. Wren''s hand was gripping the back of Sparky''s head. Fingers dug into her yellow hair as she rode the Joltik''s face with an arched back. Wren was clearly in heaven, panting and moaning in time to every bobbing thrust of Sparky''s body. Brandy could hear her calling out Sparky''s name, and Sparky''s response was muffled static growls of yful enthusiasm. Brandy was almost jealous. Sparky''s tongue was magical, and Sparky was weaving a spell Morgan would be proud of. No bell yet, which was a little odd. Brandy felt like she had a massive advantage over Wren right now; if Sparky got her wet enough to feel like she could fuck her properly, it''d be over. That wasn''t necessarily a good thing; in Tournaments, the scoring was aplicated affair, but boiled down to the basics, it wasn''t about speed. The first tournaments only cared about who won, and it''d been boring, with people just bringing a ton of disabling Moves. Now, judges scored performances, and pleasing your opponent was a huge part of your score. The best Tournament fighters were performers as much as they were fighters, able to put on a show and take their opponents to new heights of pleasure. Frying Wren''s brain with Joltik''s dick would mean Brandy won, but it''d be a thin victory if she just ended up behind losers of other matches because she''d bored the judges and the crowd. She''d help Wren out if Sparky got too enthusiastic. She needed to take her focus back because Dinah was settling in and beginning to y. Brandy''s Maid dress had be a part of Dinah now, her form spread out to coat the inside of the fabric, but with ck tentacles pouring out of the skirt and sleeves and wrapping around her arms and legs. The skirt was lifted up like she was floating, something thick rolling underneath it that Brandy couldn''t quite see but could certainly feel pressing over her skin. The rest of the fabric pulled tight, conforming to her body so firmly it was like the silk had been painted onto her, the slight wetyer of Dinah between her and the fabric wonderfully soft and softly kneading for an almost full body massage that had Brandy swaying on her feet. Two tentacles were tasked with holding her thighs apart, while a third tentacle squeezed around her ass, went between her legs, and the tip poked up at her pussy, ready to push into her and im her. Dinah wasn''t wasting any time. Brandy didn''t know where to even touch to find Dinah, so she settled for squeezing her own breasts, two handfuls of fabric with something soft underneath that writhed as Brandy''s fingers dug down. "Enjoying it?" "It''s perfect." Dinah''s voice tickled in Brandy''s ear. "You''re perfect. Your skin is warm and smooth, and I feel you, Brandy. Your heart is beating so fast. You''re excited. You''re wearing me, and you love the look. You really, truly do." "I''ve never worn anything better," Brandy said honestly, and Dinah giggled. A vibratingugh that tingled across all of Brandy''s skin and stole her breath. "Oh, that''s a lovely thing to say. I''ll remember that." The tentacle slid into Brandy. It wasn''t big, a few inches long, the size of two fingers, and very gentle as it went. It was rounded and smooth, but Dinah could control the surface, the texture rippling and changing, a softness that turned to a roughness, to drag just briefly over a patch and then back again to silky smooth. It was dizzying, entirely unlike anything Brandy had felt before. "I can feel your body heat, your sweat against my skin. Every twitch of a beautifully firm muscle," Dinah said, and a tendril of herself slid into Brandy''s mouth. It tasted intoxicatingly sweet, and Brandy tried to suck on it, but Dinah''s tentacles were as soft and malleable as jelly, and she almost ended up biting it in two. "I will give you the biggest treat for being so honest and kind with me. Hold on." Brandy held her breath, and the dress suddenly started vibrating. It was a full-body massage, a soft and gentle rumble that ran over her skin, pleasant but in a rxing way more than disabling. "That''s just the start. Wren," Dinah said, "What have you learned?" "Back of the neck," Wren gasped, "Her pussy is sensitive along the top with long prickling licks, and she likes a firm squeeze. y with her stomach, too. It radiates out to enhance the rest." Wait what. "Excellent," Dinah said, pleased. "Let''s see how she likes the rest." The dress didn''t just start vibrating. The whole thing was suddenly buzzing. Dinah was doing everything Wren had said, but with the all-consuming intensity of something literally coating Brandy''s body. It was fucking good, too, a hard press on her stomach as her skirt rode up, tentacles spilling out the bottom to drum beat against her abs. The tentacle inside her formed soft bristles that teased the sensitive top of her pussy, while a series of mouths sunk down to give the back of her neck some gooey hickies. It was so blissfully good Brandy almost copsed into a moaning heap. Only through pure stubborn will did she stay standing as Dinah''s guided touch tried to turn Brandy''s whole body to the same kind of melty goo she was. Brandy''s vision swam as she tried to catch her breath; it was just so overwhelming. Even thinking was proving difficult, but she tried her best for her team''s pride. Wren wasn''t mimicking Brandy to make the situation unusually racy. She was doing it to learn what Brandy liked! She''d let Sparky ravish her so she could see what felt good with her mimic-borrowed body. This made so much sense now; they''d lured Brandy in by acting weak up close so they could spring a trap. "Thunder Wave!" Brandy groaned. "Sparky reset, reset!" "I''ll make her sing!" Sparky nodded, hands gripping tight onto Dinah''s thighs as she began to spark up, but before she could explode, Dinah whipped a tentacle out and grabbed Sparky''s leg, throwing her back towards the pool with a yelp. Wren skidded along the wooden floor with her before kicking Sparky right in the tits to free herself. "Oh, you like it rough? NOTED!" Sparky yelled before she sshed into the water as her Thunder Wave blew out from her body, the water soaking up the charge in a giant crackling explosion that briefly blew out the speakers in the stadium, a crackling hiss filling the air over the excited roar of the crowd. *DING. DING* A bell sounded, and Brandy''s heart sank. As she thought, it''de in when someone was in trouble, but she hadn''t thought it would be her. She went for her belt, one of Dinah''s tentacles wrapping around her arms to try to stop her. Thankfully, Dinah wasn''t very strong outside of a costume, and Brandy was able to power on through her arm, pressing through the ck liquid as her whole body rolled in trembling pleasure. She got her hand around a Pokeball. Brandy needed someone to peel the Mimikyu off her and turn this back around. If she picked wrong, she would be almost useless guiding them as Dinah took her apart with what she knew. Brandy threw her selected ball just as Wren bounced up into her arms to take a kiss, her own face smiling back at her as lips locked and they shared a warm kiss. Wren''s tongue was still a bit sparky, and Brandy''s heart raced as a small amount of static danced over their lips. It was a fantastic kiss, and she could feel Wren''s smile against her face as Brandy melted into her. Pleased that she was learning more and more about Brandy by the second. She had to stop underestimating Wren. She''d made that mistake too many times now. She was clearly a lot smarter than Brandy was giving her credit for. If she didn''t take this fight seriously, she would lose. Brandy''s ball opened with a crack, and a red light spilled out, rapidly taking form. "... what am I even looking at?" 217 – Second Act (18+) 217 ¨C Second Act (18+) Calcine or Morgan? Brandy felt like shit about her choice immediately. Morgan was strong against Ghosts. Ghost Types were weak to Pok¨¦mon, who shared their own obsessive natures, and while Dark Types weren''t obsessive, their raw, instinctual nature hit all the same buttons. The Murkrow would easily make a Mimikyu melt from ttery and understanding. If Brandy wanted to win this, and she did, she made the most sense. Any tactician would have called on Morgan without a second thought. They''d even all agreed before the fight that Morgan should be second, especially with no way for Calcine to use Rock Tomb. In the heat of the moment, though, Brandy had reached for Calcine. She''d had her confidence knocked being yed, and Calcine was aforting rock to lean on when she let doubt creep in. Calcine believed in her stronger than anyone. Brandy could have justified her pick in other ways. Calcine would be best for ripping off the Mimikyu, but Brandy wasn''t about to lie to herself why she''d done it. Picking Calcine first was unfair to Morgan, and the Murkrow would be right to be disappointed. Something they''d have to talk out, butter. Morgan hated losing, and Brandy wasn''t about to pile on the disappointment when the moment came. "Sparky," Calcine called, "Why is Brandy growing tentacles?" "Invited a Mimikyu into her dress," Sparky said, fur wet as she breast-stroked her way back to the side of the pool. "Short Brandy is the other trainer. Wren. She can shapeshift a little. Squeeze her waist; she''s basically a thick Brandy right now. Almost makes up for her kicking me into the pool." Wren had turned the fight around, but she''d still had to endure Sparky''s tongue to get there, and Sparky had been enthusiastic in her efforts. Wren had rolled off Brandy and was on her back, breathlessly panting as she held one hand over her chest, feeling her own racing heartbeat. Not even making a move to get her second Pok¨¦mon out. Did she think she didn''t need it? Maybe she didn''t; Dinah pulsed against Brandy''s skin, the Mimikyu trying to press the tentacle in her pussy deeper so she could drag its bristly texture across her insides. Maws full of slightly pointed teeth dug into Brandy''s sides as tentacles slipped out of gaps in the fabric looped around her arms and legs, holding them fast. Dinah wasn''t trying to hurt Brandy, far from it. Her touch was simply intoxicating, but it was a grapple Brandy had no chance of controlling. She''d let Dinah be in charge, and Dinah wasn''t surrendering that easily. "Sparky, you up for round two with Wren?" Calcine said, cracking her knuckle and giving Brandy a fiery look that made her go so weak at the knees she was actually d her legs had Dinah''s supporting tentacles. "I''m going to save our hapless Trainer." "Oh, I''m ready," Sparky said as she pulled herself out of the pool. She looked so ridiculous with wet hair; her fluffy fur stuck down over her body clumped together, strands poking out all over the ce like an off-brand Zigzagoon. "Wren. Are your thighs ready?" "I''ll be fi-" Wren cut off with a choked cough when she saw Sparky in all her fur-soaked glory. She was swinging her dick about, literally, and the size of it had her tongue locked in her mouth. It was nice to see there was something that could finally put her off her game. She licked her lips like they were painfully dry and cleared a frog in her throat. "I could use some more forey?" "Shouldn''t have kicked me in the pool then," Sparky grinned as she dripped water onto Wren''s body and mbered on top of her. "If you''d only squeezed your thighs harder, I''d have been wetter than your Partner there." "Oh," Wren blinked, wide-eyed. "Can you take it slow? It''s a lot." "Only because you said that," Sparky kissed Wren on the cheek. "Now, where was I?" At least Sparky would have her pulling out her second very soon. Brandy didn''t know why Wren was stalling on that, but she wouldn''tst long against a worked-up Sparky. Now, she just had to pay for her own mistakes. "Can I ask who my trainer has trapped in her clothes?" Calcine said as she walked over; a tentacleshed out at her, and she just grabbed it with one hand and squeezed it with a hiss of heat. Brandy''s dress moaned, another weird first, her skirt fluttering up from the surprised exhtion as she felt Dinah loosen against her. "Dinah," the dress said back, "And I''m not trapped. I''m taking good care of her. She gave me a lot ofpliments." "Meant them all," Brandy groaned. The tentacle inside her was just unfair. It was learning what she liked so fast and was absolutely merciless in abusing it. With the ability to shift and change, the wet tentacle made up for itsck of pleasingly hard thickness with an ever-changing exploration of pleasure. "You''re amazing at fucking too. Wren''s a lucky woman." "Thank you," Dinah said, her voice emanating from the air around Brandy. "It''s tough having no real body. People can love you for all the wrong reasons. But you really do just want me, even if it puts you at a disadvantage." Dinah sounded so genuine Brandy didn''t think this was another trick. Dinah really did have body issues and appreciated Brandy''s disys of affection. For all of Wren''s team seeming deceptive, they weren''t being horribly sneaky. They were more just working out what Brandy wanted and using it fully. Oh. Wait. Oh no. That was what was really going on, wasn''t it? Wren had said Brandy was her obsession. She was doing to Brandy what Brandy did to Pok¨¦mon. She learned what she liked and then did her utmost to fulfill it. Fuck. That was far more dangerous than whatever cheating Brandy had expected. That could break her. "You want to reward her, Dinah? Bend her over," Calcine said, tapping her palm with her fingers as she made and unmade a fist. "I''m going to knock some sense into my Trainer." They were going to break her if Calcine didn''t first! "I shouldn''t be helping you, but I really want to see you do something to her nice, firm butt." Dinah giggled, and Brandy felt a tug from her clothes as she bent over. The dress shifted itself, her skirt pping over her ass and leaving it bare. She got a good look at Sparky and Wren. Wren was pinned down by Sparky as the Joltik slowly eased inch after inch of dick into her. Despite being a soaked, scruffy mess, Sparky''s shining eyes showed how much she focused on her work here. Her lip bit in furious concentration, eyesser-focused on Wren''s bright red face as Wren''s hands gripped Sparky''s plump ass like it was a life preserver. "They look good, don''t they," Calcine murmured as she bent her body over Brandy''s, yfully nudging away the tentacles as her hand smoothed itself along Brandy''s butt. Brandy drank in that warmth, her Steam Engine purring happily as it got an injection of heat. "Our Bug is going to rattle her brains. Only fair I get to rattle yours." "Calcine," Brandy groaned, "We''re in a fight." "If you wanted to win the fight, you should have called out Morgan," Calcine growled as she brought a hand down with a crack across Brandy''s ass. Brandy moaned as the strike rocked through her. Calcine wasn''t holding back; empowered by Smack Down, it made her whole body jerk as a wave of pleasure smashed through her. It might leave a red mark, and Brandy didn''t hate the idea of a burning reminder of Calcine''s touch. "But instead, you picked me. The fiery brute to save your skin. I can''t just peel that Mimikyu off, can I? She''ll grip inside of you. You got yourself in a real situation." "Why don''t you just fuck her with Dinah?" Wren offered. She was hugging Sparky with her arms and legs mped onto her to try to stop her from thrusting too hard. She looked exhausted already, skin soaked with sweat and red spiky hair almost as damp as Sparky''s fur. "Dinah can coat Calcine''s cock. Trust me, it''ll be better than anything you''ve ever felt." "Tempting, but Calcine, don''t let up, " Brandy said, trusting her partner to have a n. "Smack Down. Hard" The next strike sent her rocking forward. Dinah was nice enough to cushion the fall. The tentacles wrapped around her arms in a thickyer to break her fall against the deck''s wood. Calcine''s guiding hand on her hip could have stopped her, but she hadn''t. Instead Rapid Spinning on the spot with Brandy in her arms and freed her from Dinah with a tearing of fabric that had her Maid Dress splitting along the seams and a tentacle pulled writhing out of her pussy that nearly had Brandying apart. "Any more surprises for me?" Calcine said as she hugged the ruffled Brandy with one arm, her torn maid dress half hanging off her body as she leaned against her partner. "Not that I''m hating this." "Mercury is a judge." "Really?" Calcine snorted. "Well, I bet she''s loving this show." "It''s been pretty mixed sess, but you''re here now. Time to win it." "You''re the anchor of the team, Calcine?" Wren said, her voice trembling as Sparky crackled. She reached a hand out for the writhing mass that was Dinah, the ck goo slipping into her dress instead. "I can''t take any more, Dinah; this dick is way too good. Ceridwen time." "Not our new girl?" Dinah said affectionately as her tentacles stroked over Wren''s skin. "She could take the big one." "Ceridwen, please, quickly!" Wren gasped as Sparky rolled her hips, digging deep and making her body tremble. "And no spilling secrets! We''re here to learn!" Brandy and Calcine jumped to try to stop the tentacles, but they were wily, writhing around them and snapping a ball off Wren''s belt, throwing it out over the pool, where it broke open with a loud pop. There was a rustle as the light formed, and the white light exploded in a spray of ying cards flowing around the white light in four spherical bands, all separated by suits. The figure inside was tall and had a slim waist, but perched atop a truly curvy pair of hips and ending in broad shoulders that gave her a killer hourss figure. She was wearing a purple robe that looked about six times the size of her, open at the front and fluttering off the edge of it, ending in pink frills that danced just above the water. Thick thighs squeezed into fiss barely up to the task and delicate strappy dancing shoes that tip-tapped in the air. A thin smile and golden eyes full of mischief stared out from a truly massive purple witch hat covered in feathery tufts of fabric. "With mystic words and hat held high, I, Ceridwen, now draw nigh!" A magical ghost with a massive hat. Morgan was going to be livid that she missed this. "Ceridwen! Stop with the act and help us!" Wren begged. Sparky was Bug Biting her while humping now, and sweat was absolutely pouring off her as Brandy and Calcine joined in, squeezing her and the yful tentacles while raining kisses down on her. Brandy was sure to watch the new arrival as they worked. "I''m being eaten aliiiive!" Ceridwen was floating above the pool, and she raised a massive sleeve into the air, a slim hand sliding out the end as it bunched up around her shoulder. "For my first trick, then! Take a deep breath,dies. PAIN SPLIT!" Brandy braced herself, but nothing happened. Wren shook under them as Dinah massaged her chest with her tentacles. The floating Pok¨¦mon sighed. "Wren, can youe already? Making me look bad here!" "Easily, this Joltik is almost as magical as you," Wren gasped, grabbing a bunch of Sparky''s fur and thrusting her hip with a fleshy p to meet Sparky''s hips, then letting loose with a low, moaning orgasm that made her whole body tremble. She wasn''t the only one. Her Pain Split orgasm hit all of them just as hard. Even the Pok¨¦mon, Sparky, smashed her head into Wren''s chest as her body writhed with Dinah''s tentacles, and Calcine squeezed Brandy tight as they both moaned into each other''s arms. "I do love an adoring crowd," Ceridwenughed as she swept out her hands, collecting her cards and shing the top one. The Ace of Hearts. "And seems my luck is in. Shall we make it double orgasms or nothing?" "She''s got more stamina," Wren huffed. "You''ll have to get your hands dirty for a change Ceri. A Poltergeist clean up please!" "Sparky, Electroweb her! Calcine, help me lock Wren down!" Ceridwen floated back, the wet umbres and deck chairs rising out of the pool they''d been thrown into earlier to block the shots, as things began to randomly float around them, including Wren, who was trying to slip out of their grip. This was going to be a mess to fight. Worse, Morgan would be so mad she missed her dark reflections debut. Well, at least she''d get the chance to upstage herter. If Brandysted that long. 218 – A Sizable Development (18+) 218 ¨C A Sizable Development (18+) The Pain Split had the team off their game. Nobody on Brandy''s team was short of stamina, but when Wren had orgasmed, she''de good and hard. Brandy still felt a little puffy in her thoughts as her brain came down from the dopamine high. Calcine and Sparky were doing worse. Pok¨¦mon weren''t used to human orgasms. Brandy was lucky Morgan had at least given them experience with their Foul y Move; if this had been their first one, they might have been rendered useless while they processed it. Sparky was struggling to fight back. Her aim was still spot on, but her reactions were dulled. She was taking a few hits from floating deck chairs and soaking-wet umbres. The blows weren''t hard. Cerdiwen seemed to be trying to bury her under trash rather than smash her to bits. It meant everything Sparky webbed out of the air just ended up being added to the slowly growing pile she was fighting on. Either she''dnd a hit, or Ceridwen would knock her into the pile and bury her in Poltergeist-animated deck chairs. Given time, the distraction of the Pain Split orgasm would fade, and Sparky, with her full Agility, would trash that witch. Brandy was sure of it. The problem was it meant Brandy had to deal with something she''d never really had to deal with before. How did she make a woman not cum her brains out? Brandy wouldn''t im to be some kind of a women-pleasing machine, but it was a real problem right now. Because Wren was absolutely going to Pain Split her next orgasm, and worse, it seems she had a bit of a hair trigger. An ingenious way to turn what would usually be a weakness for a Trainer into a strength, but a real pain in the butt to deal with. There had to be a weakness to it. No move was a direct upgrade. Morgan''s Foul y required constant contact to work. Pain Split being ranged meant it had to have some ws to it. But with almost a thousand different moves, it was hard to remember every single trick. Maple would know because she knew everything, but Brandy was drawing aplete nk. "Calcine, you''re too hot to be here," Brandy said in a rush as one of Dinah''s tentacles tried to pull Wren free so she could float off. "But d you are. Get a hold of her, and do you know how to break a Pain Split?" "No, sorry, Ghost moves aren''t my thing," Calcine said as she pressed a hand to Wren''s chest, kneading it between her fingers and making her moan as Dinah''s tentacles tried to grip her wrist. "She looks like a soft, smaller version of you." "Is it working for you both?" Wren smiled, "You''re very rough, but I like it!" "I love it," Calcine said, her red eyes glowing hotter as she leaned in to kiss Wren. Wren moaned and wrapped her arms around Calcine, trying to pull the Carkol closer to her body, Dinah making space against her body. Brandy couldn''t deny the sight of it was hot. It was still strange to see a double of herself, but Calcine cramming her tongue down their throat, making Wren''s body tremble with excitement? Dinah''s tentacles writhing along her flesh, wrapping around Calcine''s legs and arms and squeezing the muscles? It took effort not just to order Calcine to fuck Wren''s brains out. She wanted to see her moaning around Calcine''s cock so badly. But she had to focus. Focus. Focus. If Calcine or Brandy made Wren orgasm, the Pain Split would hit her whole team. That was the established rules, so how did she get around them? Wren was fondling Calcine, but she wasn''t touching herself. The easiest way for her to set it off would be to use her own fingers or give into the tender touch of Dinah''s tentacles that were all over her skin, creeping out from her maid dress. But she wanted Calcine to do it. Why? Did Pain Split only activate if those afflicted cause the orgasm? Brandy could use that. "Can you feel her heartbeat, Dinah?" Brandy said as Calcine pulled her lips back from Wren''s, the two panting and sharing a heated gaze. "You can feel Dinah against your skin, can''t you. Isn''t she excited for more?" "Yes," Wren moaned, "She wants it." "The Pain Split is making it hard for us to give it to her," Brandy said as Calcine cut off Wren''s objection with another heated kiss, pressing their breasts together and grinding her hips up against Wren''s. Wren''s hands gripped Calcine''s hair, moaning into the kiss. Calcine knew how to please Brandy, and a softer version of her just didn''t stand a chance. "But if I have to, I will ravish her. She cums quickly, and I''m very good. I can take more than she can. I can ride her into a wet, contented puddle." Wren shuddered, her breathinging out ragged and desperate. Brandy had to speed this up before Calcine made her orgasm from kisses and heat alone. She didn''t have Brandy''s experience with the Carkol. She wasn''t going tost very long at all. "I don''t mind you fucking her," Dinahughed, a tentacle from the ruffles around Wren''s cleavageing up to stroke Brandy''s face. "Fuck her senseless for me." "No, she loves you more, and you''re clinging onto her clothes. If I''m going to have a threesome with her, you''re going to help." Brandy said, kissing the tentacle on her cheek. "You could shape tentacles when you were in my clothes, but I can bet you can do more, can''t you?" "You have a new costume for me?" Dinah said, "I am intrigued." "Mystical Fire!" Wren cried as she took a breath between kisses. "Dinah, don''t get distracted!" "Calcine, fill her mouth." Brandy grinned. "Dinah, I got an idea that''s way better than a costume." As Brandy whispered her n into Dinah''s skin, Sparky was avoiding Ceridwen''s thrown chairs just fine now she nearly had her senses back, nimbly dancing around them with teasing little cackles. "My Mistress calls for a fancier show!" the Mismagiusughed, swishing her huge witch hat about as her chest jiggled obscenely in her tight purple corset. "Observe in the audience! You don''t want to miss this trick." She sucked in a deep, dramatic breath that certainly didn''t help with the jiggling and then coughed out a burning ring of fire that swam with a rainbow of colors. Sparky dove right through the center of it, firing twin sparking webs that caught the edges of the Mismagius robe. Swinging underneath her with a mad cackle, the Mystical fire hit the pile of deck chairs and wet umbres, igniting them in a multicolored bonfire. "Missed!" Sparky cackled. "Did I spoil the trick? So embarrassing, our Mukrow''s never had a miss." That earned her another ring of fire, this one cutting Sparky''s webs and sting into the pool water, sending up a heated waft of steam as it sizzled away in the water. The Joltik shot a web across the pool edges and quickly tight-roped her way over the water, shaking her hips cockily. The Mismagius'' eyes narrowed, snatching a bunch of her floating ying cards out of the air and angrily shuffling them together. "Oh, I will enjoy watching your luck run out." Meanwhile, Wren pped herself to get Dinah''s attention, and the impact of every palm made the tentacles squirm excitedly. She managed to use Dinah''s tentacles just enough to get a breath. Calcine went for her throat as she escaped, sucking on it hard and making her back arch. "Dinah! Wood Hammer the Carkol!" "Calcine me Charge!" Brandy yelled as the ck liquid seeped out of Wren''s clothes. "Help Sparky, I got this! Trust me!" mes raced down Calcine''s arms as the ck liquid that made up Dinah''s body pooled together and swung out from Wren''s clothes, joined only by a thin tendril of goo. Brandy tried to snap the line, but it flowed around her fingers, a heavy ball forming on the end of the line and bouncing off the ground toe back like a tennis ball on a string. Though with a whole lot more mass. Calcine already had her body lit up with mes, and there was a sizzle as the ck ball mmed into her chest, sending her skidding along the wooden deck of the cruise ship. The edge of her Maid Dress was ame, burning so bright it was white hot. "Can you knock her down?" Sparky yelled as she danced around the multicolored mes. "Or just distract her for me!" "Sure!" Calcine looked about for something to throw, but everything that was a contender was already on multicolored fire. She tried firing off a st of her me Charge, but without a way to get a runup to Ceridwen, it fell way short of her. "Calcine!" Brandy yelled as Dinah''s tentacles pulled her into Wren''s grasp. "Jump in the pool!" Calcine didn''t need to be told twice, racing towards the edge and leaping into the pool. The fire around her body went out in a hiss, the pool water frothing from the heat briefly before settling. The Carkol powerbomb had water sshing over the side, soaking Brandy''s legs, her already torn Maid outfit getting soaked as Dinah wormed her tentacles into the gaps. "Dinah! No sneaking off. It''s amazing how quick you can react, Brandy," Wren gasped, catching a break from Calcine''s touches. "But I don''t understand the n. Drowning your Carkol seems like a loser." "I''ll tell you if you let me have Dinah back?" Brandy asked hopefully. "Deal, for what good it''ll do you." Wren smiled. "So what are you up to?" "Pool Tiles are Ceramic," Brandy said as she let the Mimikyu race back into her dress folds, silks forming to repair the damage. "Made from y, and my girl has Rock Tomb." "Wait, they are?" Ceridwen said as she hovered above the center of the pool. Looking down as she shuffled a pack of cards. "Aw shoot, that is a good trick." Pool tiles exploded out of the water, forming a tall spike that knocked the Mismagius spinning. She tried to fly up, but the more tiles were bursting out of the water randomly, sending her flying in zig-zags to dodge them. "Ceridwen! Don''t panic!" Wren called. "Lucky Chant, and I''ll get Dinah toe help." "Actually, you said I could have her," Brandy said as she heard web shots, rock smashing, and a rising singing chant backed by a bopping beat. Absolute chaos, and she had her back to it all so she could give Wren an evil grin. "And I''ve thought up a trick of my own. Dinah?" Wren''s eyes went wide as ck ooze poured out of her clothes, rushing under Brandy''s skirt and forming a lump that grewrger andrger. Stretching out the fabric until it was draped over the thickening, fabric tenting length. Wren was trembling, biting her lower lip, her hand moving down her stomach and rubbing a spot about where it''d reach. "B-Brandy? You can''t." "Dinah wants to do it," Brandy grinned. "I can feel her excitement buzzing against my skin. You going to tell her no?" "No, I mean," Wren''s face was getting nearly as red as her stolen hair. "You can''t! That''s Mercury sized!" "Wait, Mercury said she fucked you." "Yeah, like barely! She had to grease up so much, and it took ages. I''m half a foot shorter than you! You''d split me in two." Brandy tried to ignore how excitedly Dinah rippled over her skin at that suggestion, Ghosts weren''t the best judges of what a human could handle. She had a bit more sense. Still, Brandy needed Wren not to be thinking straight here. Things could get nasty if she managed to string together enough of her thoughts to realize Dinah wouldn''t trigger the Pain Split. Brandy had to keep her stunned, and luckily, she had a huge dick now to do that. Brandy lifted her skirt and pped down the pitch-ck length onto Wren''s stomach with a meaty p. "I could handle this. You wanted to copy me, didn''t you?" "Too much." Wren wheezed, chewing her bottom lip as she stared at the twitching length. Dinah wasn''t helping, shifting her shape constantly, trying to make it bigger and harder than it already was. "No way! Dinah, stop that!" "She wants you so badly." Brandy smiled as some burning ying cards showered over them, Dinah sending tentacles to p them aside. "You''re wearing my look, and I know what this body has been through." Brandy let her dress fall back down, trapping the bulge inside the tented fabric. "I know your tactics now. You copy your opponents and learn all about them. You thought you could handle being me." Wren''s eyes were wide, her hands rubbing over the tent in the maid dress, stroking the bulging silk. It was a shame Brandy couldn''t feel it. She really wanted to. She''d wondered what it was like to be a Pok¨¦mon a few times, and this was pretty damn close. "So, you''ve been watching me closely," Brandy smirked. "What do you think? You''re stroking what I can handle right now. You want me to make it easier on you. You''ll have to admit you can''t handle being a Joyce." Wren swallowed nervously. "You''re just trying to trick me into trying to take this monster." "It''s okay to not be able to handle it," Brandy said soothingly, cupping Wren''s cheek and smiling. "You''re still an amazing Trainer, Branwen, I''m struggling like hell to keep up." There was a wet explosion behind them. Brandy turned to nce. Ceridwen was high in the air, her cards spread out behind her and peeled off to shoot down like raindrops toward Calcine and Sparky. Calcine was reshaping the pool tiles into round shields with y stems to form a kind of leafy vine. Sparky was using the slowly ascending climbing frame to shoot her webs closer and closer at Ceridwen. Her song was doing something strange, though, her cards curling around to cut webs she couldn''t see. Her trailing purple robes twirled out of the way of the tile spikes Calcine was firing off from the bottom of the pool. Most of the pool water had drained away, and Calcine could not handle it, ripping it apart with her power. Hopefully, someone would catch it all, or the lower decks would wonder why it was raining. Brandy felt the brush of fabric, Wren pushing her skirt back to reveal that throbbing Mimikyu cock fused to Brandy''s hips. It really did look like it''d spear Wren if it went in her, reaching obscenely far past her belly button andying softly against Wren''s pudgy stomach. "There''s no way you can handle this." "I fucked Mercury to a draw. She said it herself." "I don''t believe it. Prove it." Wren huffed. "I''m not taking this if you don''t." "Not even for Dinah?" "Come on, Wren," Dinah said, the voiceing from the cock. "You want me." "No talking like that!" Wren said, choking back augh. "From Brandy''s stomach, please, or this will be too weird." "You want to try," Brandy grinned. "Do I have to get you ready?" "Yes! Fuck, Sparky was good, but you''re throwing around a monster there." Wren brushed back her spiky red hair and looked up at Brandy with her own red eyes. "And I mean it, you''re taking it too." "I only got the one." "My Dinah is very adaptable. Dinah, for every inch Brandy stuffs me with, I want you to do the same to her. Let''s make this a proper mirror match." Brandy blinked, then she felt her heart rate rise. Dinah was already working on her, the inky tentacle feeling thicker and more insistent as it squirmed around her legs, pulling her thighs apart and slipping between her pussy lips. "Woah, Dinah, wait, I haven''t even put it in her yet.!" "Ugh, get on with it then! I want to wear you both. You''re a gorgeous matching set." "Okay, I''ll start slow," Brandy said as she rubbed her tip up against Wren''s pussy lips. There was already a glistening there. Wren was more worked up than she''d been letting on. "Tell me if it''s too much." "It''s obviously too much! But if this is what it takes to make you admit it, I will prove my mimicry is better than you think." "You''re going to break before I even raise a sweat," Brandy grinned. "But at least I''ll get to see the faces I pull while I''m getting dicked down." Brandy took a breath. She could endure this. As ns went, it was the usual passion-fueled madness for her. She was used to it. Wren woulde worse off. "Calcine! Brandy has a dick! I told you she''d be bigger than me. You owe me a Poffin." Sparky yelled before immediately spluttering. "Ugh! Your card tricks suck, Ceri, shuffle up your act a bit, or pack it in!" Ceridwen''s song raised pitch as she did a bright, witchyugh. Brandy wanted to see what they were doing, but she had to trust her partners could win a two-on-one. Brandy was confident she could take Wren apart using a weapon worth of Mercury. She wasn''t so confident she would survive the teasing about it once she was done. 219 – Betting on Success (18+) 219 ¨C Betting on Sess (18+) A tournament fight shouldn''t be your first time, but in Brandy''s defense, this situation was pretty fucking insane. There were sex toys that let humans swing around a dick, and they were popr, especially among human couples. Still, they were usually a little more modest affairs. It''d seemed like such a bright idea to use Dinah to simte Mercury''s cock, right up until it was hanging off Brandy, the sheer weight of it pulling at her crotch. It was a small mercy she couldn''t actually feel through the cock as it pped across Wren''s stomach, her heat bleeding up into it and her soft skin stroking the underside. Dinah was wriggling happily against Brandy''s skin from the sensation, but Brandy knew if she were feeling it, it''d be hard not to go crazy. Not with the way Wren was moving beneath her, head back, eyes closed, as she rocked her stomach against the cock, chest shuddering with a mix of nerves and excitement. Brandy wrapped her hand around the length, and even though it wasn''t a part of her, she felt it in the tips of her fingers. Her hips bucked a bit as she stroked it, feeling the liquid smooth skin of Dinah, so frictionless her hand glided over the ck length, a warm heat pulsing through it. Dinah probably didn''t have a heart, but she had a heartbeat, and it was getting worked up from the attention. Wren was a panting mess on the floor. Her thighs pressed together as she tried to control her arousal. It didn''t really help, and her eyes fluttered open. She looked at the cock and then back at Brandy. "Are you okay?" she asked, voice shaking a little. "You''re not moving." Brandyughed, but the sound was shaky too. Arceus, it was such a monster! She didn''t have Mercury''s skill with this thing. Would she even be able to fit it in? It barely seemed possible. Reaching out, she took hold of Wren''s hand and moved it up to the cock, squeezing Wren''s fingers down on it, her own hand keeping Wren locked there. "I''m fine. Shouldn''t I be asking you if you''re okay?" "I''m your copy. I can take anything you can." Wren smiled, but with her all too perceptive eyes, Brandy saw beyond the bluster. Finding something familiar instead. The slight cringe of the body, rxing muscles, the stare that didn''t prate too deeply. Wren was copying Brandy, but at that moment, she felt like Sparky to Brandy. Not the bubbly, pun-filled bug, but the nervous Joltik who was worried she was just a small Pok¨¦mon in a big world. She would never match up to the tall women she lusted after. Brandy had always done her best to understand the women she slept with, and for a moment, she understood Wren a little better. "Your inheritance is really cool," Brandy smiled, stroking a hand along Wren''s side. Feeling the curve of an ass that was almost a copy of her, but thicker, and with a squeeze, her fingers dug in deep. "But you''re not me. You''re Wren Joyce, more like a sister." "Kinky!" Wren giggled, though it was horribly fake. She was putting it on, her body tensing up under Brandy. "Not what I meant, and you know it!" Brandy shook her head. She was more like Sparky by the second. Brandy dragged the cock over Wren''s stomach as she bent to undo Wren''s ck maid shirt and leaned in to kiss a breast. Wren''s were bigger than her own and smushed nicely under her lips, Wren''s breath quickening as she sucked at them, wet pops as she worked them over. Leaving a wet mark, Brandy tilted her head up, looking over the curve of Wren''s chest into her matching red eyes. "Sisters like our Pok¨¦mon. How they''re all simr but not quite the same. My Sparky''s taller than most Joltik. I''m sure Dinah''s different too." "I make quilts!" Dinah said, her voice chipping in from somewhere on Brandy''s shoulder. She couldn''t quite see, though a tentacle caressed her neck. "You threw it in the pool." The tentacle squeezed, catching Brandy''s breath as her head was pulled back. Baring her throat to Wren, her back arched to loosen the tension. "Don''t choke her, but good point Dinah. There is a fight going on," Wren said, blushing as she looked away from Brandy. "Ceridwen, Leaf Storm!" "WHO WANTS TO SEE A CARD TRICK." Cerdiwen cackled madly, though Brandy couldn''t see what she was doing. "PICK A CARD. BEFORE THAT CARD PICKS YOU!" "I''m sick of this already! Calcine, burn those stupid things!" Sparky yelled, "Ugh, why can''t we hit this stupid Ghost!" "Her song makes her ridiculously lucky if you don''t take her bets," Wren smirked. "She''ll keep them busy for a few more minutes. Maybe. Your Pok¨¦mon are powerful." Wren stroked Brandy''s hair and then flicked Dinah''s tentacle. "She''s stronger than you without a proper costume, silly, and she''s not going to fuck me if you choke her. Let her get to it." Dinah hadn''t been pulling that hard, but it was still a situation that made Brandy''s body rush with adrenaline. The shock made the engine in her heart rumble angrily, wanting to push her to strike back. Her body moved without thinking about it, and her borrowed cock pushed up between Wren''s legs. Wren''s inner thighs were soaked, the already slippery cock slipping over them as Brandy''s breath caught. The heat was insane, the scent of Wren''s arousal mixed with the sweetness of Dinah''s gooey body. The slickness, the soft, warm, weing... Brandy wanted to learn more about Wren, but this was turning her on so badly. Her hands were shaking as she grabbed at Wren''s hips. Holding her tight. She felt the warmth of the woman''s body. Her fingers dug into the flesh, and Wren squirmed beneath her, eyes closing again as she settled back. Resigned. No. Simply uneptable. "My Pok¨¦mon aren''t strong," Brandy growled. "They''re the best, and they adore each other. When Calcine and Sparky work together, I''d bet them against anything. Ceridwen is fighting against both and holding them off? That''s incredible." Brandy lifted Wren''s hips a little, pulling the woman to afortable height, the cock resting between her legs, pressing against her. "Feel that? That''s not me. That''s Dinah. Your Mimikyu. She''s incredible. Fighting her has been hell; you know how to use her, and she''s always got another trick to pull out. Your team is outstanding. If I win, it''ll be a close thing." "If you win..." Wren echoed, a question in her eyes. Brandy smiled and thrust forward. Gently. Wren still screamed in shock. Her thighs trembled as they pressed against Brandy, the woman''s body shaking as her head fell back from that slight pration. As promised, Dinah reflected it all, a lump forming on the base of the cock that also speared Brandy. Everything she did to Wren with this dick was going to be copied, but Brandy was bigger, and her Steam Engine was roaring. It wasn''t easy, Mercury''s cock wasn''t something you just took without blinking, but she could focus past it. She didn''t have to worry abouting first. Wren was incredibly sensitive; even that slight pressing of her lips apart already had her shivering with delight. Brandy couldn''t feel anything through the cock, but she wished she could, the way Dinah''s tentacles tightened on her limbs and her liquid body suckled against Brandy''s skin. It must have felt heavenly. Wren was panting and gasping beneath her as the tip of the cock pressed deeper and deeper inside her, the shaft stretching her apart. Wren''s thighs trembled and then clenched, holding the cock in ce. Her mouth opened wide, her eyes scrunched shut. Her head thrashed side to side. She was trying to handle a whole lot of sensation at once, but Brandy couldn''t me her for failing. This was a lot. An ace of hearts thundered down next to her and stuck in a crack in the wooden deck. One corner of it was on fire, and Brandy reached over and squeezed it out, feeling the heat course through her body. Her still-warm fingertips were perfect for Wren to suck on, slowly coaxing her back from her near orgasm. "I expected you to trick me when you changed. Try tomand my Pok¨¦mon around, but you haven''t done any of that." "I told you, you''re my obsession." Wren moaned around her fingers. "I wasn''t lying." "I think I get it now," Brandy said as her hands squeezed Wren''s hips. Her hips rolled to make them both moan with the stroking of that fat Mimikyu-made dick. "You didn''t want to be a copy of me to learn all my tricks. You want to be me." "You''re so confident," Wren gasped. "Tall, strong. Sure of yourself. I''m not like that. I''m a Postwick girl who cums a few moments after I drop my panties." "But we love that about you," Dinah murmured. "Ceridwen loves breaking you with her tricks. I love how you grip me as you melt. Calico''s tough as nails, but she couldn''t resist how your body fluttered around her dick." Calico huh? That''ll be her third Pok¨¦mon. A cat Pok¨¦mon? Or something to do with cloth again? Well Brandy would find out when she saw her. Because as much as Wren was doubting herself, Brandy knew the woman had a fire in her. It just needed some stoking. "So you cum hard and often, and you''re upset about it," Brandyughed, pushing her hips forward. The cock pressed in further, and Wren''s body shuddered. Her mouth was open, her breathing in sharp, ragged pants. Dinah''s cock was stirring deep inside her, and it wasn''t even halfway yet. Mercury really was something else. "Pain Split makes it a strength, and even if it didn''t, you''d inherit the stamina to fuck for hours eventually. I''ve had to pour out a lot of sweat and orgasms to get to where I am, and I promise you, I didn''t hate a single moment of it." "I can''t handle it!" Wren''s mouth hung open, her tongue rolling over her lips, drool running down her chin. "I''m not that strong. It''s always too much." "Then let''s train you. Right here, right now." Brandy thrust her hips forward. Wren screamed in delight as the cock sank in a few inches more. She was stretched so wide, the girth was too much for her, and the heat rolling off Brandy''s hips and through Dinah''s cock was driving her crazy. She came hard and then just kept cumming as Brandy sawed into her, Dinah''s cock throbbing as Wren''s body clenched down, her eyes going nk as her mind was overwhelmed. "We''re just getting started," Brandy whispered as she stroked Wren''s hair. "Come on, Dinah''s wriggling with excitement over my skin. Don''t you want to make her cum?" Wren''s reply was a mumbled mess, but there was some kind of loving affirmation in there. She reached a hand out to the air and, by what seemed to be pure luck, caught Ceridwen as she crashed out of the air. Her purple robe was coated with webs and burnt at the edges, a ring of me ran along her hat''s ridge, and soot marks smeared over her face. "Tough crowd," she grinned, and her golden eyes lit up as she looked down, clicking finger guns at Brandy''s crotch. "Oh wow, nice dick." "It''s Dinah''s," Brandy grinned as Wren grabbed bunches of Ceridrwen''s robes and silently screamed in ecstasy into her side. "And I guess Mercury''s too. But it is very nice." "Well, save some of it for the rest of us!" Ceridwen said as she petted Wen''s hair. Her other hand outstretched to scoop up some of her cards as they rained down all around her, half of them ame. After a few quick one-handed shuffles, she fanned them out and held the spread out to Brandy. "Pick a card." "I''m kind of busy fucking Wren''s brains back into order. She doesn''t think she can handle it. I disagree." "Teaching our Trainer we mean thepliments we pay her. A worthy cause! But you''re never too busy for a good trick!" Ceridwenughed. Sparky and Calcine jogged up behind Brandy and put hands on her shoulders, staring over her at the Mismagius. "Your lovely assistants have gotten tired of the act." "We were tired of it five minutes ago," Sparky muttered and then jumped, her voice raised to an excited shout. "I know that dick! Calcine, Brandy''s hung like a Rapidash." "Of course she is," Calcine patted Brandy''s shoulder. "I expected nothing less from our Trainer." "We''re trying to have an emotional moment!" Brandy huffed, though it was hard to be annoyed when theyplimented her, no matter how weird thepliments were. Raising a shaky hand, Wren fumbled to pick a card from Ceridwen''s deck and held it up to the Mismagius. "Ah! Our beautiful Branwen has decided to set her own game." Ceridwen said, turning around a Seven of Hearts. "Then, by my power as Mismagius, I''ll carry a tune and set the terms. This Lucky Chant says fortune will shine on a Trainer who can give our little Wren seven heart-fluttering orgasms. But if her heart cools and she fully wakes from her orgasmic haze, you fail, anddy luck will cash you out." Her eyes glowed bright. "And I''ll send you all for a swim." Lucky Chant was a scary Move. All luck-based ones were. A bit of luck might sound like it wasn''t that big a deal, but it was changing fate itself. Enough luck could let you do almost anything. If Brandy took the bet and Ceridwen kept singing, their bet would be honored. The universe itself would move to make sure it was. A suitably theatrical move for the wannabe witch. "We can take her without this," Calcine said, "Seven orgasms in a row are a lot, and they''ve been full of tricks. I don''t expect her not to try to interfere." "I can do it." Brandy said, "Besides, don''t you want to watch me?" "Fuck Wren''s brains out with your massive cock?" Sparky squealed. "Ceridwen''s act has sucked so far, but I absolutely want to see you fuck short and thick Brandy into a puddle." Calcine spread her hands and ducked her head, "I''ve given the practical option, but I think we''re all on board for the more fun one. Ceridwen, you got a bet." "Then we got a deal." Ceridwen grinned, tipping her witch hat to Brandy. "I''d start right away." Wren was still a little breathless, but she looked back at Brandy with a thin smile. "You really think I''llst? It''s an easy win for you." "I don''t want easy," Brandy growled and thrust into Wren''s pussy, forcing another squeal from her as she drove deep. Wren''s arms were still wrapped around Ceridwen, and the Mismagius floated up and back, allowing Brandy to sink a few inches more of Dinah''s dick into her. The woman''s legs twitched, and her hands wed at Ceridwen''s purple robes, the card in her fingers crumpling into a ball. "I want you to make me work for it. Can you do that?" Wren smiled, "You''re not used to being in charge. I''m not a Brandy expert yet. But I can tell that." "Well, this dick is giving me some underserved confidence." Brandy smiled and rolled her hips. Wren''s thighs shook with the pleasure. She was still a sensitive wreck, and a slight rocking would be enough to overwhelm her. But Brandy wasn''t going to settle for that. She gave a pound, not able to bring all the dick to bear, but enough that Wren''s whole body was rocked. She was panting, and her fingers were digging into Ceridwen''s cloak. The Mismagius looked down with a smile, and Wren''s breath caught, the woman looking up at her with adoration. "You could tell Dinah to take her dick away. I don''t think she can do seven with her fingers and tongue." Ceridwen said, giving Brandy a once-over look. "Well, maybe she can''t; she''s got some lovely muscle on her." "No, I can take this." Wren huffed. "I want to be like Brandy, and she could take this. I can take this." "You don''t have to be another Trainer for us, Wren." Dinah called out, "We love you, win or lose." "I don''t want to be her," Wren said, eyes closed as she tried to steady her breath. "But she sees something in me, something she has. I want it. Let me do this. Take a bit of her for myself." "You''re going to take more than a bit," Sparky sucked her teeth. "Brandy fuck her up. She''s been exhausting! I want to see her pretty ass squirm." "It''s basically my ass," Brandy snorted as she solidified her grip on Wren''s hips. "I know what I said." Sparky smiled as Calcine gave Brandy''s butt a squeeze. "Now stop torturing your team and give them a show." 220 – Being a Little More Brandy (18+) 220 ¨C Being a Little More Brandy (18+) Seven orgasms. Some people wouldn''t see the challenge in it. Brandy was an attractive Trainer with a deep well of stamina. She had the muscle to do what she wanted with a woman and the fire in her heart to use that muscle to please her. Combined with the gift of a cock that could be the stuff of legends, a lot of the crowd probably thought the spoils of this Lucky Chant would go to Brandy for sure. That''s because while most of the general public had plenty of sex, they usually settled for an orgasm or three before cuddles and sleep. Even Researchers would find seven orgasms in one session a challenge, so Brandy couldn''t just pound Wren silly. No matter how easily the Postwickdy came, she''d still pass out in a mushy heap well before Brandy got that high. Luckily Brandy had been blessed with plenty of experience from big dicked Pok¨¦mon who knew how to go the distance, and one in particr could help here. "Caught your breath?" Brandy said, stroking a hand down to feel the thickness of the cock that was still half buried inside Wren. The woman wearing Brandy''s look was a panting mess, her pussy hot against Brandy''s fingertips, sopping wet and clinging onto Dinah''s cock so firmly it was an effort to even move. This wouldn''t be easy if Wren was already this out of it. Dazed, Wren blinked, those big red eyes slowly focusing on Brandy and bringing a smile to Wren''s lips. "You''re a monster," Wren whispered hoarsely, the sound of her voice cracking a little with lust as Brandy gave a small thrust of her hips. "Oh, oh fuck. Fuck me." "I''m going to," Brandy grinned. "But I want to tell you my n." "Risky that." Wren sighed, a hand on her stomach as Ceridwen helped remove more of her copied maid dress. "But I think you love a bit of risk, don''t you, Brandy?" "Our Trainer is quick on her feet," Calcine said, one arm around Brandy''s waist to support her as she stroked Wren''s bared stomach. Her warm fingernails dug furrows in a belly a fair bit softer than Brandy''s developing abs. "If she was a real Maid, I think she''d have trouble cleaning up the mess she''s going to make here." "I''ll clean it all up," Sparky said, running her tongue down Calcine''s arm and over her hands, licking between her fingertips. "You''lle out spotless, promise." "Hot," Dinah growled, her voice emanating from Brandy''s chest. A tentacle curling out Brandy''s puffy maid sleeve wrapped itself around the Joltik''s arm and squeezed it. "Youp my Wren clean, and I''ll make sure Brandyes out of this shining." "Deal," Sparky said, rolling her arm. Her kisses crackled around Calcine''s fingers, leaving fizzling wet patches on Wren''s stomach. The Postwick Trainer was shivering with anticipation, her legs rubbing against Brandy''s thighs as the sparks flew. "Calcine," Brandy said, "me Charge her to keep her rxed for me. She''s going to need to rx. She''s got a lot to handle." "I won''t, no chance." "You will," Brandy pped a hand to Wren''s hip, making her jerk with a little squeak. "I''m Training you up, remember? So, how about I tell you how to handle big dicks. We might as well start with the owner of the real deal. Mercury." "Wested a while." Ceridwen says, "We set her difficult challenges, and she couldn''t resist them no matter how imusible. We only lost because we underestimated her. She truly can pull off the impossible." "I''ve seen Brandy pull off the impossible." Calcine smiled, her arm around Brandy''s back tightening in a hug. Her Fire gym badge shone on her chest, right beside her glowing Fire Stone. "She''ll encourage you to do the same, you watch. It worked for me." "The trick with Mercury," Brandy said, leaning slightly back to enjoy the hug briefly. "She knows her Partners better than they do themselves. She gets in their head. She fucks like you do Wren." "I''m no Mercury,e on." Wren blushed. "Love thepliment, but that''s nonsense." "It''s true. You learned about what worked on me so fast. Had Dinah here use that knowledge on me, forced me to pull out Calcine first. You won the first round acting like her." Brandy rolled her hips, and Dinah mimicked everything she was doing, probably so Wren had a chance here. But it also gave Brandy a nice advantage; she could feel everything she did, and Wren''s body was a much better copy on the inside. Her pussy might be a little smaller and stretched out more, but the soft spots that made her tremble? They were the same, and Brandy wasn''t afraid to hit them. "Fuck." Wren shivered, her hands moving down to grab at her breasts, her thighs flexing against Brandy''s legs. "You''re really, ah, really good at this." "So are you," Ceridwen said, stroking Wren''s cheek with her long, slender fingers as she let her Trainer catch her breath on the Mismagius'' firm chest. "I didn''t bond with you out of pity. I did it because you''re an incredible act. You don''t just please people; you get right in their heads and share their hopes and dreams. It''s an excellent trick." "Pretending to be something I''m not." Wren sighed, but Brandy just had to squeeze her ass and thrust a little harder to knock her out of that ck mood. "Fuck! Too big! Ridiculous thing. Fuck. So good though." "Mercury does the same trick," Brandy said, "She learns all about you, and then she fucks you better than you''ve ever had before. Wren, you''re not a faker. You haven''t tried to actually be me once this whole fight. Admit it, you''re a Trainer who adores Trainers." "Brandy''s the same for Pok¨¦mon," Calcine said, rubbing up higher, traveling over Wren''s navel with Sparky''s electric licking following the whole way. "She wants to know everything about us. She''s taken to Dinah already, and I bet she''s letting Ceridwen cast a spell on her. Because she cares about their needs, just like you do about Brandy''s." Brandy leaned in, making Wren twitch and squirm as the cock dragged along her insides. It felt like there was a fire in Brandy''s throat as she growled. "And I''m going to help you prove it. You''ve got my body. You''re in my head. If you''re good at this, you know me right now, Wren. What do I want?" "To make me orgasm my brains out?" Wren said, her breath low and excited. "Of course, but I mean more simple. What do I want to do right now?" "Make me happy," Wren said, breaking into a smile. She pushed up with her hands, coaxing Ceridwen to float her forward. Brandy carefully resisted hilting herself as their bodies were brought closer together, thigh muscles taunt as she locked her legs. The urge to fuck Wren back into her Pok¨¦mon was overwhelming, but she resisted to let Wren have her moment. Wren kissed Brandy on the lips. It was a hard, hot kiss. A passionate and desperate thing that was only possible for two people who trusted each other. One false move and heads would be knocked, and the moment spoiled. The trust was there, making Brandy''s heart soar as Wren pulled back with a grin. "I''ve never met a Trainer like you," Wrenughed, reaching out with a trembling hand to stroke Brandy''s cheek. The woman wore a smile, her face flushed with sweat and lust. The look in her eye was pure desire now, but not just for her own pleasure. She wanted to see Brandy cum too, and with a little roll of her hips, she experimented with fucking Brandy back. The sudden thick spreading made Brandy''s spine curl, and Wren matched her, melting back into Ceridwen''s arms. This cock worked both ways, and they could both put in the effort. Brandy''s hands moved, cupping Wren''s ass and pulling her up and back, dragging the thick cock from her pussy. Even going out was dizzying; Brandy''s heart thundered in her chest as waves of pleasure rippled out. Once, they''d have been overwhelming; now, they were just immensely distracting in the best possible way. "I can''t believe how good you are at this," Wren gasped, her hands moving around Brandy''s shoulders to grip tight, clinging onto her like a lifeline. "How good we are at this," Brandy said, her eyes fixed on where she and Wren were joined. The fat cock was glistening wet, the shaft soaked in the juices of the Trainer''s pussy. A thick trickle of it was sliding down the length, the cockhead throbbing as Calcine and Sparky kissed and licked up and down her side, nuzzling into her neck and teasing her hips with yful bites. "She''s so close," Calcine growled. "So incredibly close. I want to feel her skin grow warm, her insides burn." "So soft too," Sparky purred, her voice broken up with happy static crackles. "These thighs are a delight. A Brandy with a bit more meat. I just want to make a meal of her." "Hear how much my Partners love you?" Brandy said, "Dinah''s happy to be a toy to please you, Ceridwen, yourfortable bed. You''re not a bad copy of me, and you''re your own spin on a great thing, and everyone loves it." "Fuck," Wren''s head was rolling about like it might just fall off her body, "I don''t know what''s harder to handle, the praise or the cock." "Let''s find out," Brandy smirked, pushing Wren back as her hips thrust forward. Her cock slid into the woman''s soaking pussy with an ease that felt sinfully easy. Brandy''s body put up a bit more resistance; they weren''t quite matched, and that dragging length made stars sparkle in Brandy''s eyes as her body struggled to process it all. For Wren, it was worse; she just came utterly undone, her head snapping back with her mouth open in a silent gasp. Wren''s entire body convulsed, her hips bucking as the pleasure overwhelmed her. The spasms that made her thighs clench, and her stomach roll were almost violent. Calcine and Sparky pounced on her offered-up tits and just went at them with apleteck of shame, nting soft bites all over them as Wren thrashed. "Fuck, I can''t hear!" Sparky yelled; she had to because Wren was being noisy. Her wails were so loud it was almost deafening. Brandy swore something broke in her voice as she warbled on, a deep, bassy rumble to it before she finally sank back. Her orgasm had been so hard that Ceridwen had to pull her away from Brandy a little, or she might have identally hurt herself. "Look at her!" Dinah cheered, "Look at her face." "I''m watching," Ceridwen said as she hummed a pleasant tune, a hint of wonder to it. "She''s a sweetheart, isn''t she?" "She''s so beautiful," Dinah sighed, and her tentacles flowed along Brandy''s arm and up Wren''s body to stroke her cheeks and tease her gasping mouth. Wren looked utterly gone, her eyes rolling about as the waves of pleasure crashed through her. She was drooling a little, and her arms were trembling as her hips twitched and rolled. The pleasure had her in a tight grip and didn''t seem to be letting go. She wasing harder than anything Brandy had experienced, sweat trickling over her body, shining her skin as Calcine and Sparky did there best to try to lick her clean. Brandy couldn''t help but stare. Wren''s orgasm had triggered a sympathetic reaction in her, and the thought of all that pleasure was making her mind spin. She was trying to fuck Wren through it, her hands shaking on Wren''s hips as Dinah''s cock throbbed, but it was slow going. The sheer intensity of it was just so shocking. "One," Cerdiwenughed. "Oh, Brandy, you''re not looking so confident?" "She''s a wreck," Dinah crowed, "A beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, hot mess. You''re going to break her!" "And when you do, you lose. My Lucky Chant kicks in." Ceridwen grinned. "Fate will be on our side, and we''re both going to make you cum even harder than she did. We will win this for Wren because she deserves it." Fuck. There was no way Wren would survive six more of those. Brandy had to change tactics fast. "Calcine, use your heat to soothe her. Sparky, can you give her a little jolt? Stop her drifting off." Brandy said as she kneaded Wren''s skin and kissed her panting lips. She had to keep the poor thing awake, or their luck would turn fast. Ceridwen pushed Wren into Brandy''s arms as she worked, Brandy taking her weight happily as it gave her a bit more of Wren to kiss. The Mismagius rose, her slightly singed purple robe flowing around her hourss figure. Her golden eyes gleamed as she flexed her fingers. A ssh as out of the mess piled up in the pool, a soaking wet Wooloo costume rose out. Brandy''s sharp eyes picked a few of Sparky''s Infestation Bugs hiding among the long quilted cloak, still there despite the drowning. "That was close. I couldn''t beat the two of you, but you''re trapped in my trick now." Ceridwen smiled. "You bet big but shouldn''t y cards with a witch. Dinah, do you want your costume back?" "I''m having fun," Dinah said, "But keep it close." They were getting ready to fight. Ceridwen''s smug reminded Brandy of a certain behatted ckbird. Sparky grinned. "She screams on the end of your cock, but Ceridwen. Your games have been fun. But you missed a trick." Sparky bit down on Wren''s side, her fangs pricking the skin, and Wren convulsed again, this time crying out with a sharp heat in her voice. "Bug Bite," Ceridwen spat. "Fuck. Dinah, choke her!" "What?" Sparky spat before Dinah flowed out of Brandy''s clothes and jumped Sparky. Calcine roared and fired a me from her hand, instantly drying the air. A near-white hot me sshed off Dinah''s skin, and she recoiled from it with a hiss. It was toote; she had bits of herself on Sparky, seeping into her fur as her ck body clung to Sparky''s skin. "You''re not cheating your way out of this one," Ceridwen growled, fingers clicking and her ying cards rushing up from the ground to orbit her again. "Fuck Wren properly!" Sparky was trying to pull Dinah''s ck goo off her face, stumbling about as Calcine tried to field her, before getting interrupted with a spray of cards from Ceridwen, a house of cards forming in front of Calcine that burst into rainbow fire when she tried to push through. It didn''t really hurt her, but it sshed over her skin. It meant she couldn''t touch Sparky for fear of burning her. "Rapid Spin it out!" Brandy called, "I got Wren." "Yeah, you got me," Wren slurred happily. "Thanks for everything." "Call your Pokemon off?" "I could," Wren smiled. "Ceridwen, did you hear?" "I did," Ceridwen called as she dodged a few flung bits of her own magical me from Calcine''s spinning body, "Want me to hand it off?" "Poltergeist me babe." Wren said, tapping her head to Brandy''s. "Thanks for believing in me, Brandy. Fuck that was good, too; you should get a strap. Make a lover very happy." She seemed dippy, but Brandy took thepliment, giving Wren a peck of a kiss and stroking with her hands. "I''ll have to use my tongue now. You''re not getting off easy." "Mmmm," Wren rubbed her hands over Brandy''s back as she clung to her. "I''d love that. But I know what you want now. You want me to give you my best. You believe in me. So... I got a secret." Brandy began to sink with Wren, the pair holding each other as they went down to their knees. Wren was pliable as she was pushed back. "When I was screaming, I heard something. Ceridwen! Poltergeist, please." A small fat oyster bounced across the pool tiles, purple energy shrouding it and helping it float high. Wren snapped her hands around it just as Calcine punched Ceridwen''s jaw, sending the Mismagius skimming across the pool, her robe edge trailing through the water as she cackled. "Toote!" Wren gave Brandy a kiss, a firm, happy one. "You''re a peach, Brandy. But when you rang my bell. I heard the judges ring theirs." Wren pressed the button on the oyster, cracking it open with a red light that began to form between Brandy and Wren. Not an Oyster at all. A binding ball. "Calico! Switcheroo, swap the ball on her hip for yours!" Fuck! Brandy went to grab Morgan''s ball, but as her fingers brushed it, she felt the glossy texture change to a rougher, shell-like texture. The yawning mouth of a fat oyster, while Wren clutched Morgan''s mystical patterned ball to her chest. "I''m still tingling from what you did, but it''ll wear off soon." Wren grinned. "You believe in me? Then I''m going to win this." Brandy couldn''t be happier for Wren. She''d found her spirit. But like hell, she was going to let her win. She''d have to damn well earn it. "Calcine, I need you on me!" Brandy yelled as the red light took form. "Fast! Sparky, Thunder Wave that goop off you!" As Dinah yelled from a crackling explosion, Calcine turned to run for Brandy. She got three steps, and a massive anchor pounded her right in the chest. A long steel chain was attached to it, crashing onto the ground and snaking all the way back to wrap around the fists of the woman who''d pushed Brandy and Wren apart. Wild green hair, she was wearing a massive green frock coat with tattered edges, and she filled it out with more than her fair share of muscle. She looked incredibly sturdy, even more broad-shouldered than Calcine, and some fat tits stuffed into a white shirt that was straining to contain them. Thick ankle-length boots stomped the ground as the chain rattled, Calcine trying to push the anchor off her. She pulled the chain taught, dragging Calcine along the deck. "I''m called finally, and it''s to shovel coal?" she huffed, tilting up the peak of her hat. A huge tricorn with apass pinned to it like a carnation flower now settled on her head at a jaunty angle. "We''re on a ship, Captain!" the woman yelled. Her voice had a proud bellow that was a little overwhelming to hear point nk. "And you called me outst? I''m in my element here!" "Best forst," Wren smiled, stroking Morgan''s Pok¨¦ball. "You''ve already stolen me a treasure. Making up for lost time!" "Damn straight." Calico nodded. "Well, no point bellyaching about it. Orders?" Wrenughed. "I''m running a bit low on gas. Can you Mega Drain some off Brandy for me?" Calico turned her head to look at Brandy, her head tilting up as she wasn''t much taller than Wren, and that put her a few inches under Brandy. Her wild green hair writhed in long strands around her head like it was alive as she looked Brandy up and down with her cat-like eyes, a single slit of red against the white. It made her look even more feral than her piratical get-up already suggested. "Now, you''re a prize," Calico grinned, her hair rearing around her like the grasping tentacles of an octopus. "Tall, strong, and brimming with energy. Share a little with my Captain, and I''ll have you bent over something hard and rewarded with something harder." "Sparky Electroweb me!" Brandy said, jumping back as Calico''s hair raced out to snatch her arm. Two sparkling webs hit her shoulders, and she was hauled off her feet and slid across the deck towards a Joltik still slightly coated in ck goop. "You''re the best," Brandy said, hauling herself up with a squeeze of Sparky''s leg. "Sorry, but there''s no time for more praise. We can''t leave Wren to catch her breath andplete the Lucky Chant. I need to get back on her." "I will settle for being incredible," Sparky smirked. "We need Morgan. We all missed the bell. Now it''s bad odds. Dinah''s wriggling about somewhere here, and Calico looks like a mean tank." She was certainly cocky enough, tugging on the chain and dragging Calcine across the deck a bit more to stop her from freeing herself, twirling the heavy-looking thing around effortlessly, digging a massive gouge into the wooden deck with every spin. "She''s going to try to pin me the first chance she gets," Brandy said. "Then they''ll just wait out the clock." "Well, Calcine''s stuck." Sparky fired a web shot at Ceridwen, who cut through it with an Ace of Spades and a cheerful little hum. Sparky groaned. "I''m really learning to hate cocky flyers. I don''t think I can even fight her. All three of them? No chance." "You won''t have to." Brandy grinned. "It''s Coalossal time." "Oh fuck yeah, let''s see how big Calcine''s thighs get." Well, that wasn''t what Brandy was doing it for. But she had to admit, she was curious now. If this went well, she could spare a moment for a quick peek. 221 – A Coalossal Advantage 221 ¨C A Coalossal Advantage Ceridwen''s colorful mes spluttered off the ceramic spikes Calcine had made, turning them into fiery rainbow pirs. Holding hands, Sparky led Brandy through them at speed, floating ying cards, scything down all around them. Wren was behind the ghostly piratedy Calico, spitting orders at a furious pace with a breathless enthusiasm that made Brandy proud of her. Stoking Wren''s confidence made this battle much harder, but it was worth it. As much as Wren had tried to be Brandy, Brandy had already seen plenty of herself in Wren. She was quick thinking, adored her partners, and was incredibly creative using her Partner''s Moves. Wren cradled her binding ball to her chest as she bounced on her feet, trying to spot Brandy and Sparky through the magical mes. Her eyes weren''t as good, and the storms of ying cards certainly didn''t help. "You see Dinah?" Brandy yelled as Sparky used her Electroweb to grab a pir and use it as a fulcrum to whip them around the edge of the drained pool. Burning Ace of Hearts thundering into the wood behind them. They were trying to get close enough to Calcine to back her up when they fired off her Coalossal evolution, but Ceridwen''s constant barrage of attacks wasn''t making it easy. "Oh, don''t worry, I''ve already taken care of the Mimikyu." Sparky cackled as she bounced off a half-melted deckchair and fired off a flurry of webs at the arc of her jump. They stuck onto the Mismagius and began to pull her down to the ground, Ceridwen having to pull her ying cards back to cut herself free. "Trust me! Think about a n. I got this!" Sparky tried to turn her webs on Calico, but the sturdy-looking piratedy just snorted as the electricity crackled along it. Sparky didn''t have the strength to pull her over, and Dhelmise was Ghost and Grass Types. Electricity just wasn''t very strong against Grass. Calico could weather the shocks as she kept her grip tight on her anchor chain. Calico''s anchor was almost as tall as her, and it looked like it weighed a ton. Calcine was slowly raising it off herself, and if she''d been able to dig her feet in, Brandy knew she''d have freed herself. That was impossible right now; Calico was tugging on the anchor''s chain and undoing every bit of progress Calcine made. She had no footing to use Rapid Spin and couldn''t reach any of her ceramic pool tile pirs to Rock Tomb herself out. She needed a little help, and they were almost there to give it to her. They just had to avoid getting picked off by Ceridwen or Calico at thest hurdle. "Bugs! Bugs!" someone yelped and stumbling across the deck came Dinah in her original Wooloo costume. Sparky had used Infestation on it before throwing it into the pool. Now those little yellow bugs were finally getting to use their little chompers. "They''re wriggling about in here! Get them out, get them out!" "Dinah, use Mimic on Calico." Wren called out, "Phantom Force away from those bugs." Dinah began to shimmer around the edges with a ghostly green light, taking steps that dropped Sparky''s bugs out of her costume and onto the deck to explode in little balls of sparks. So Calico could go intangible; good to know; she likely hadn''t yet because that''d free Calcine from her anchor. It still left the problem that thest sprint to Calcine didn''t have any fiery pir cover. Calcine''s Smokescreen could fix that, but Brandy wanted to keep their sight advantage. Luckily, there was always a n B. The B was for Bug. "Can you get their attention more?" Brandy said, giving Sparky a p on the ass and a big smile. "Just for a few seconds so I can get to Calcine." "You''re asking me to be annoying?" Sparky grinned, wiggling her butt back against Brandy''s hand, her fangs sharp against her bottom lip. "You picked the right bug." Brandy gave Sparky''s butt a squeeze for good luck and then crouched, ready to sprint. "Hey, Ceridwen!" Sparky yelled. "You''re a second-rate act. We''ve got our own witchdy, and she''d make mincemeat of all of you." "You''re judging my act before the grand finale," Ceridwen smirked, her golden eyes glowing under the rim of her wide-brimmed witch hat. "Dinah''s almost got her breath back, and you are five orgasms short. That''ll mean my Lucky Chant finishes in our favor. Insult me all you want. We''re going to have you all on your knees very soon." "Don''t worry,ss," Calico winked. "We''ll arrange a threesome with your Trainer and Wren; we can make losing very pleasant." "That sounds good to me," Wren said, one hand shading her eyes as she tried to scan through the burning mystical fire for them. "Sparky''s got a wicked tongue I wouldn''t mind a bit more of." "Honoured! But if you''re sure you''ve won now, you shouldn''t be afraid of our third! Let me have her," Sparky said, shooting a web to try to whip the ball out of Wren''s hand. She was cut off again by Ceridwen, who was cutting the web with a fan of cards. Wagging a finger at Sparky and tutting before yelping as Sparky snatched her hat off with a second shot, whipping it back and catching it before putting it on with a jaunty rim spin. It was way too big for her, flopping around on her head as she ran amongst the ming pirs, cackling manically at her theft. Ceridwen gave an angry hiss, her long, flowing, lc-tipped hair wavering around. "I turned a Mismagius back into a Misdreavus! How''s that for a trick?" Sparky yelled, running off with one hand held to the hat to keep it on her head. "Ceridwen, don''t get baited!" Wren snapped, but it was toote. The Mismagus had already balled up two glowing balls of pink psychic energy in her hands, and she threw them out with an angry hiss after Sparky. Glowing rings flowed behind them as they crashed into ceramic pirs, and the whole thing exploded in a mess of colorful fire and broken tiles with a deafening explosion. Brandy had been waiting for just that moment of pure chaos only Sparky could provide, darting out from her hiding ce and crossing over to Calcine, giving the struggling Carkol a smile. "That looks heavy. Do you want a boost?" Brandy smiled, touching the fire stone around Calcine''s neck. The energy in it welled through her and back into Calcine, a feedback loop ready to have an ocean of fire poured into it. "We''re all excited to see how this goes." "Please," Calcine growled, still trying to push the anchor off. "I hate letting you all down like this." "The only one who made mistakes here was me. We agreed on Morganing out second," Brandy said, cing a hand on the anchor''s cold metal and bending to kiss Calcine. "But you turned my heart into an engine that needs your heat." The warm touch of her lips made Brandy forget entirely about the battle for a moment; as the power of the fire stone flowed through them both, Brandy brushed against Calcine''s mind for just a moment. Felt the unbreakable determination that gripped her every thought, the love she kept balled up tight to stop herself from overflowing with emotions. Calcine was loosening up, confident enough to earn a gym badge and order about a Trainer, but even all that, it turned out, was just a tiny pressure outlet for what she really had pent up. She cared so damn much it could easily consume her, and Brandy felt a wave of gratitude when she let all that passion wash over her. Letting that raging fire inside her own heart warm her own Steam Engine. On her own, Calcine was overwhelmed, but working together, they could contain a power that could move mountains. Calcine let out a growl, white smoke pouring out her mouth as the fire built. She pushed on the anchor, and her limbs cracked, the skin breaking open like someone had taken a pickaxe to them. White hotva flowed into the rents in her body, cooling and filling them out again. Brandy was pushed up as Calcine''s body expanded. Calcio''s warning call to Wren was a faint drumming in her ears that was barely audible over the sound of Calcine''s evolution. The maid dress stood no chance, shredding off her as her cloak fluttered up to merge with her hair, the two bing one until her now wavy hair came all the way down to her hips. It had a glorious byage fade, ck at the top, but as it flowed down her body, more and more burning red hot stands intertwined with it until the tips glowed. Brandy couldn''t help but give it a quick stroke, feeling the warmth of it under her fingertips. It had all the warmth of Calcine''s cloak but was sinfully soft to the touch. The smell was amazing; smoky and spicy blended together, it made Brandy''s mouth water. She wanted to bury her face in the beautiful silky mass and never leave. Brandy might have done just that, but the mountain rumbled beneath her and began to move. Calcine''s coal skin gleamed and had the delightful perk of making her muscles look like they''d been oiled up. The fire in her eyes was burning so bright that the eyes had to adjust, and those twin suns were filled with as much promise of power as the rest of her body. Calcine pushed her new,rger form up, and the anchor didn''t offer any resistance this time, her hands squeezing the steel hard and hot enough to leave an imprint. Calcine was enormous, a good nine feet tall, and then some. Brandy felt tiny standing beside her, her head only level with Calcine''s chest. A small grin spread across her face as she saw the shocked eyes of Wren and her team staring up at Calcine''s towering glory. The arena walls might mute the crowd, but Brandy could still hear them going absolutely fucking nuts out there. As entrances went it was going to be hard to top. "Sorry, all," Wren gulped. "I uh ... I think my heart has started pounding again. Fuck me, look at her! She''s nearly twice my size!" The shock was an understandable reaction when a fiery and incredibly naked coal-skinned giantess was suddenly released into a battle. Brandy''s own brain was jumping up and down in delighted excitement. "Calcine?" Brandy looked up, patting her hip. She had a lot of hip to pat. Morgan was going to freak out over this ass. Brandy really wanted to end this battle fast and get to exploring Calcine''s new body. It held so much promise it was overwhelming. "Give them a taste of what you can do." Calcine pulled on the anchor with a snort, and Calico''s thick boot soles screeched as she was dragged across the wooden deck. "st it. She''s a lot stronger! Wren? n?" "Uh, Dinah! Mimic, a Move of hers quickly!" "We can''t. We don''t have a bit of that giant smokestack yet," Dinah said, finally shaking out all her bugs. "Ceridwen, stop chasing the bug and snip me some hair! Poltergeist, your hat back already!" Ceridwen''s floppy hat had sunk over Sparky''s head from all the bobbing as she swung about randomly. Still, as it glowed and lifted from her face, the sudden burst of light had Sparky slip her grip on her webs and roll out across the deck with some cackling Agility-boosted cartwheels. She came to a stop in a cocky pose, one arm stretched to the sky and the other out, beckoning towards Wren''s team. "You''re fucked now, we''ve got a Coalossal, and you''ve got no hope. Get ready to get Smacked Down so hard you ... you ..." her words trailed off into a hoarse croak. She''d quickly turned to give Brandy and Calcine a grin and finally saw Calcine''s new form for the first time. "Hot." Sparky squeaked, her voice cracking, "Fucking. Damn." "Hey beautiful," Calcine said, her voice a spine-tingling confident rumble. "Like what you see?" "I''m head level with your dick," Sparky gulped. "You''re massive." "I am," Calcine grinned, a red heat glowing in her throat. "Isn''t that an exciting thought?" Sparky let out a weak, whimpering sound. "Oh fuck, I can''t breathe. I can''t breathe." "Don''t you dare faint," Brandy said, leaning over to stroke Sparky''s cheek. "Stay strong for me. I can''t handle her on my own. It''s going to take the two of us." Sparky just wheezed, fanning herself with a hand. ying cards flicked out from the magical mes shrouding the ceramic towers, their sharp edges going right for Calcine''s new hair. "Haul Calico in," Brandy snapped, "And if you got anything new from that, bust it out!" Calcine yanked on the chain and Calico was hauled off her feet as Calcine snapped a hand to begin wrapping the chain around one arm. She turned to the advancing ying cards, and her hair flowed like shiftingva. The red and ck strands intertwined and melted into each other; heat poured down over Calcine like a waterfall as the air itself bubbled, and then, with a loud hiss, jets of thick ck tarnced out from the ck parts of Calcine''s hair. It sprayed the cards out of the air and sshed all over the floating Ceridwen, sttering all over her purple robe and oozing down into her fis stockings. A whimpering moan came from the Mismagius as the muscle-soothing heat seeped into her body, with no easy way to scrape it off, a few beads of sweat rolling down her forehead. Calcine just hauled Calico off her feet, the ghostly pirate''s boots kicking in the air as she lifted her up by the chain to eye level. "I''m going to wrap you up in this chain," Calcine growled. "And fuck you until your voice breaks." "Uh, uh, uh, Captain?" Calico yelped. "We got a bit of a problem here!" "Dinah, Baby-Doll Eyes the Coalossal, and go get some of her hair," Wren called. She wasn''t giving up. Brandy had really set a seed of determination in her. "Calico just let her have the anchor! Switcheroo, the tar with something." "They drained all the water, Captain," Calico said as she let go of the chain and skittered back, hands sliding over the floor as she backed up from the towering Calcine. "Only thing that''d work is Dinah!" "Dinah, make a Substitute for Calico to use and-" Wren''s eyes widen, "Calico, Anchor shot right now. The chain! The chain!" With Calico letting go of the anchor chain, Calcine had used her Rapid spin until it was a whirling steel blur by her side. A meteor hammer that she threw out the moment Wren panicked, following Brandy''s outstretched hand for aiming. It wasn''t aimed at anyone in the fight but far above Wren''s head. Calico grabbing the chain just ended in her being wrenched off her feet and flown back by the sheer force of it. It was her anchor, and she was able tond a boot on the deck and wrench it into a curve that smashed into the deck, one arm of the anchor punching through the wood and nting itself there. Calcine''s handprints in the steel were still glowing bright, and Calico shied back from the heat. Wren let out a sigh of relief. Brandy was sure her heart wouldn''t be any calmer after that. She would need a proper breather to calm down and win the Lucky Chant bet, and Brandy wasn''t going to give it to her. "Okay, good," Wren gulped, shaking her head to clear it. "We still got this, stick to the n and-" The anchor had been thrown, but while it had flown through the air, Sparky had been right underneath it, running as fast as her Agility-powered little legs could carry her. She leaped and snatched out at Morgan''s ball. Wren tumbled back as fast as she could, but Sparky flicked out a web with a triumphant cry and snatched the ball right out of her hand, swinging her web to hammer throw the ball back to Brandy, the web trailing after her as Brandy fielded it with a jump that years of Volleyball had really helped her perfect. "Stick to the n!" Wren cried out. "This is going to really suck, but we will fight through this." With Calico wrestling with her anchor, Dinah made a copy of herself, and as it melted into goo, she Mimic''d Calico''s Switcheroo and swapped the tar off Ceridwen, who let out a heated breath and wiped her forehead with the back of her sleeve. "We''re not out yet. They''ve still got to make you cum five times. I don''t think they can do it." "You''re doing great, Wren," Brandy said, "But that sounded like a challenge, and well, I know a bird who just can''t resist those sorts of things." Brandy threw the binding ball directly at Calcine''s chest, and the binding ball sunk into her cleavage as it popped open. She would need to apologize to Morganter for leaving her sote in the order, but she could at least give her one hell of an entrance. It''d be hard to steal the show from Calcine right now, but if anyone could do it, it''d be Morgan. 222 – Show Stopper (A little 18+) 222 ¨C Show Stopper (A little 18+) Wedged between Calcine''s breasts, it shouldn''t have been possible for Morgan to have a cool entrance. Brandy had expected a few ruffled feathers as she worked out where she was and got used to Coalossal Calcine. Underestimate the Murkrow at your peril. As the red glow settled and feathered emerged, there was Morgan. Wings spread, one over each breast, reclined back into Calcine''s cleavage like a wise, somewhat smug queen looking down upon her subjects. "Hello, my little ones," Morgan purred, her red eyes glowing inside the shadow of her hat''s brim. "The star of the show is here atst. Now, which one of my new toys will I take apart first?" Morgan looked down at Calcine''s enormous tits and stroked them both, then kneaded her hands into the soft, firm flesh. Her head tilted this way and that in confusion as she explored her throne, and then she slowly leaned her head back to look up at Calcine. Looking into her new giant face with those white, hot, fiery eyes. "Star of the show, are you?" Calcine rumbled, Morgan''s body trembling with her voice. "I''m ready to be entertained." Eyes wide, Morgan pressed a hand to Calcine''s lips and pushed herself up out of Calcine''s cleavage to get a proper look over the Coalossal''s body. A slow breath escaped from her lips as she looked at the nicely muscled arms, chiseled abs, and powerful thighs. Calcine''s muscle wasn''t over the top, but it was close to the limit of what fitness could get you. She looked like she could bench press a bus as a warm-up. "Brandy, what the fuck!" Morgan hissed as she dropped to her feet and lifted a hand to run it over Calcine''s abs, "You make a goddess of a woman without me being there to watch? Hey! You!" Morgan pointed to Calico, who was trying to pull her chain back. She looked shocked even to be called out, looking around before tapping her chest. "Me? What you want,ss?" "Ooh, piratical, I like that. You''re going to fight this?" Morgan pped Calcine''s abs with a meaty thwack. Calcine didn''t even blink. "Because my palm is stinging, and let me tell you. By Arceus, she feels absolutely perfect. I wouldn''t fancy my chances. Maybe it''s best to just lie down and take it." This was probably the best Morgan had ever gotten along with Calcine. Clearly, the Dark part of her couldn''t fight back the urges much anymore; Morgan was being far more horny than Brandy was used to. One look at the new Calcine and herposure had been tossed aside. "We''re not just going to fight," Wren said, flicking back her spiky red hair. "We''re going to win." Morgan gave Wren a long, thin stare. Slowly extending her head out in curiosity. "Calcine. Why is Brandy short and plump? I have missed so much." "She''s Wren, the other trainer," Brandy yelled as Sparky creased up withughter beside her. "We have to make her orgasm six times due to a Lucky Chant bet. Need your help doing it." "Oh, is that all? Good thing I''m an expert at making you cum." Morgan grinned. Then she let out a low whistle, a long stream of green swirling wind flowing out her mouth and along her wings. That had Wren backing up, whispering something to Dinah. Dinah''s Substitute body fell apart. Warm tar Switcheroo''d over from it from Ceridwen pooled around her feet. "Alright team, back to it," Brandy called out as she tried to tug the cackling Sparky back up to her feet. "Calcine close in and pin them. Sparky with me. Morgan, fence them in with Gust!" "Wrong!" Morgan cackled, "Oh Brandy, it will be hard to top Calcine, but you know me by now. I love a challenge." The wind whipped up, and Morgan pped her wings hard. The force of the winds made Brandy brace herself against the floor; Sparky pushed back into her arms, her fur fluttering wildly. Dinah was pushed back by the building wind, Calico grabbing her with her free hand as she looped the chain around Wren to secure her with the other. Morgan was cackling. Her wings spread out wide as the wind kept building and building, far more potent than her Gust had ever been. "Ceridwen," Wren screamed over the building hurricane. "Mystical Fire that Murkrow!" Rainbow me came arcing out of the ceramic pirs of fire that Ceridwen had been using for cover. Most of it got picked up in Morgan''s Hurricane, but a few bits sshed onto her feathers. "Astonish!" Brandy called out, "Calcine, use Smack Down on the ground as hard as you can." Morgan disappeared in a burst of ck feathers just as Calcine smashed her hand into the floor. Her palm crashed through the wooden deck, the boards cracking under her and splinters exploding in every direction. Morgan''s building hurricane blew out with the ship rocking shockwave, everyone but Calcine stumbling for footing as Calcine''s pounding hit drove the Cruise Ship into the water just enough to make the crowd scream with excitement. Morgan reappeared beside Wren as the ship bobbed back up, one wing stretched out to gather up the wind, still glowing with rainbow fire, and directed it down towards Calico in one boiling hot stream. "Phantom Force it!" Wren cried before Morgan closed her wing over her to quiet her. Calico shimmered with purple energy, and the fire-infused wind just passed through her. Still, she''d made her chain intangible, too, letting Morgan snatch Wren out of it. "Morgan, pass her off! Sparky! Web Wren and spike her Calcine''s way." Brandy grinned. Morgan''s new Hurricane Move was really strong. She''d needed something to make her more of a threat when not ambushing, and Hurricane was absolutely perfect. "Let me take the hottie off you, Morgan!" Sparky called as she shot a web towards the Murkrow. Morgan opened her wing just enough to let Sparky get a sticky shot on Wren. Dinah went to grab the web and cut it, but Morgan pushed Wren to send her sailing and then pounced on Dinah. ck energy cackled through her fingernails as she dug them into Dinah''s Wooloo costume, deep enough that a little of the ck goo inside leaked out. Dinah dropped to one knee and let out a guttural moan that made Brandy''s toes curl. She''d really enjoyed that hit. "Ghosts love a nice Sucker Punch, don''t they?" Morgan growled, baring her teeth. "Focus on me, fluffy, or I''m going to make you cum so hard you go blind." "Oh, Arceus," Dinah moaned. "Yes. Yes! Be mine." She looked up at Morgan with adoring eyes, and Brandy saw Dinah''s Baby-Doll Eyes snatch Morgan up. Sucker Punch infused delight mixed with the Baby-Doll Eyes effect of forcing Morgan to focus on Dinah? They went at each other with lustful wet kisses that were absolutely feral, Morgan''s cheeks bulging with tentacle as Dinah showed off just how much of her there was to love. "Unbelievable," Sparky huffed as she swung the webbed Wren over to Calcine, who scooped her up in her arms. "Out for only a minute, and she''s already got someone ruining her throat." Brandy hooked a finger through Sparky''s chocker and pulled her back with a squeak. Turning her face with a hand to her cheek. "Don''t be jealous. I can spare a moment to ruin your throat. You just had to ask." Maybe it was the sight of Calcine, so tall and powerful, scooping up a copy of her. Or perhaps it was the sounds Morgan was coaxing out of Dinah with her fingers. But Brandy wanted a little sweetness herself. She leaned in and kissed Sparky''s neck, stretching the chocker to work her lips between it and Sparky''s chin. As the bug spluttered, Brandy worked up to her lips. Sparky melted as Brandy bent her over, taking a tingling kiss from lips so soft she just had to enjoy them more. She ran her tongue across Sparky''s lips and let out a little moan of her own as the electric got her fired up. "We need to let Cacline do some work. Are you ready?" Brandy whispered as their lips parted. "Or do you need more encouragement?" Sparky just let out a strangled gasp. Brandy slipped a hand up Sparky''s thigh and rubbed her palm along the cock that was already straining against the fabric of the maid dress. "Oh, so you did want a little more." Sparky squeaked, and her eyes went wide. "That''s not- I mean yes, I mean no. I mean- uh- uh-" Brandy gave Sparky''s cock a squeeze, and she gasped, her whole body shuddering as she arched her back. "You''re cute when you''re flustered," Brandy said fondly, kissing Sparky''s cheek and letting go of her dick. "Come on, we have to give our new Coalossal time to work Wren over. If you can get Morgan to focus on Ceridwen some, that''s all the better." "Right. Yes. You can count on me." "I know I can," Brandy murmured, smacking Sparky''s butt. "You''re the heart of the team." "You can''t just say stuff like that!" Sparky yelped, her face reddening. "More horny, less romantic!" Brandy grinned. "We''ll save the romance forter. Be a good little bug and get Morgan back in the game. Calcine knows what to do." The Coalossal sure did. She was entirely focused on the Trainer she''d been given. Calcine''s hand was massivepared to Wren''s body. With both hands, she could grip the entire way around Wren''s stomach, her fingers working into the muscle as she lifted Wren and gave her a lick. Long, thick, and hot. Wren shuddered as the Coalossal''s tongue dragged along her stomach, licking the sweat from her and heating up her body. "B-big," Wren spluttered, trying to wiggle out of Calcine''s grip as she held her up. Her feet kicked in the air as Calcine leaned in, pressing her nose to Wren''s stomach and taking a deep breath, hot air flowing around Wren. "Big, big, big. A little help!" "Mhm, that''s good, isn''t it?" Calcine smiled, "I''m going to enjoy learning how to use this." Yeah, Calcine had that very much handled, and Morgan was furiously smooching Dinah. Just the Pirate and the Witch to watch for. "You''re not going to steal this win from us," Ceridwen said as she floated out of the mes, her fis stockings alight with rainbow mes crisscrossing over her thighs. "Our luck is still in. Calico, pin Brandy down and show her a good time. I''ll deal with Wren!" "Wait!" Sparky called out. "I just gotta say. I loved wearing your hat." "Oh, thank you?" Ceridwen said, adjusting the floppy witch hat. "Thanks for not filling it with bugs." "Oh shit, I could have done that," Sparky clicked her fingers. "But I couldn''t ruin a hat so majestic. Easily the sweetest hat I''ve ever seen." Morgan''s head snapped up, her red eyes dted from the kiss, but a burning red anger in her eyes. "Your magic tricks are great too," Sparky said,ying it on thicker. "I love how you can make your cards fly about. I can only imagine what spells you can weave on a woman." "Our Ceri is a wonder," Calico nodded as she picked up her anchor. "I''ve seen her make a girl cum with a click of her fingers. Incredible fighter too; she earns that big hat." "Yeah, it''s great to see the real deal," Sparky said, stroking the back of her neck. "I know the crowd will be walking away from this one saying. ''That Mismagius is the best witch we''ve ever seen.'' " "Sweet stuff," Morgan said, digging her fingers into Dinah. "Wait here for a moment. Hey, hey!" Ceridwen raised an eyebrow as Morgan barked angrily at her. The Murkrow''s smile turned into a horrible, almost manic grin. "That''s right, you floppy-hatted ghost fraud. You want to see a real magic trick?" "Fraud? Hah. Murkrow are renowned card cheats," Ceridwen sniffed. "With a bad sense of fashion." Morgan dropped Dinah into a happily cooing puddle, her head twisted almost right around as she stared daggers at Ceridwen. "Excuse me?" "Did I stutter?" Ceridwen grinned, her golden eyes shining. "If your kind could do real magic, you wouldn''t have to crib Ghost moves off us. I saw that Astonish. I''ve seen Dinah mimic a better one than your pale imitation. How long have you been practicing that sad act, little crow?" "Her Ceri, lighten off a little, hun," Calico said, "Don''t lose your head; Wren needs our help." Brandy pointed Calico out, and Sparky took aim, firing a web shot she had to phase to go through again. The pair of them charged her down so she couldn''t interfere further. They didn''t need cooler heads right now. "Think of a card," Morgan hissed at Ceridwen as they ran past. "Any card." "Oh, you''re going to read my mind?" Ceridwenughed, her cards floating around in her orbit. "Cribbing Mercury''s tricks now? How sad." "Thinking of that card?" Morgan grinned, "Good." Morgan broke apart in a flurry of ck feathers just as Ceridwen sent her cards out in a stream, Dinah groaning as she got the brunt of them instead. Morgan''s feathers flowed around the cards, reforming right in the heart of the card storm. Morgan grabbed the edges of Ceridwen''s robes and glowered into her eyes. She had a card between her teeth and spat it out to bounce off Ceridwen''s face. An Ace of Hearts. "How did you know?" Ceridwen gasped. "You''ve only been out for a minute!" "Because you Ghosts are so predictable. You wouldn''t settle for anything less than the best." Morgan grinned. "Now I hope you like the taste of the Ace of Hearts, you bitch. Because if you don''t end this admitting that I''m the better witch? I''m going to feed it to you." 223 – By the Pricking of my Thumbs 223 ¨C By the Pricking of my Thumbs This team was insane. Ceridwen had thought she''d clinched the battle when she goaded Brandy into taking her bet. The Mismagius wasn''t a gambler. Lucky Chant was an incredibly powerful move, but most Pok¨¦mon never got the hang of it, giving it a bad reputation as a double-edged sword. Not her. She''d mastered it. Never make a bet you had any chance of losing. Wren was a sweetheart, the love of her ghostly life, but Ceridwen knew how hard that woman came. She couldn''t handle six orgasms. She''d be dripping out of her borrowed maid dress into a puddle on the ground long before the sixth hit her. That''s why they''d sought out a Dhelmise. Calico''s inheritance would toughen Wren up and make her the undefeatable, shapeshifting Trainer that Dinah and Ceridwen knew she could be. She''d bonded with Wren because she saw the seeds of greatness in her that so few in Postwick ever had. She was a quick-witted and determined woman who, with the right nurturing, would one day put on an act that put even Ceridwen to shame. All that still held true, but Ceridwen had a skin-crawling feeling she hadn''t had to endure for a long, long time. Despite stacking the deck so heavily in her favor, there was a creeping feeling that she was missing a trick. Throwing a burning hand of cards at the ck-feathered monster stalking her, Ceridwen clicked her tongue in frustration as she burst apart right before the attack hit. Sying her hands out, Ceridwen had the cards fan out, forming a scything storm around her. Morgan could Astonish out of her attacks as often as she liked, but she still had to return somewhere. Ceridwen was the team''s battlefield control expert. She wouldn''t leave that Murkrow anywhere to reform without getting her wings clipped. The feeling of fingernails on her stomach made her jerk erratically in the air, the sudden weight on her back throwing off her motions. Tucked under her hat''s brim, lips brushed her ears and whispered, oh so sweetly. "I''m loving the style, but I''m still waiting for the trick." Ceridwen''s mouth hung open. She''d slipped into the space just under her hat! Snapping her fist to draw her fluttering cards in, she watched helplessly as a swirling vortex of wind blew them back to ster all over the shimmering walls of the arena. Her legs pressed back against the fabulous ck feathers of the Murkrow, tickling between the gaps in her fiss. Ceridwen''s hat shifted on her head, her blue and pink-tipped hair ruffled as a hand with longer fingernails pulled her head back. Her hat squeezed t between them as she tilted back to meet the eyes of her tormentor. "What''s the matter, ghost witch? Are you not used to someone else getting the drop on you?" the Murkrow said, a long fingernail tracing Ceridwen''s jawline. Her feathers were cool against Ceridwen''s prickling skin, making her shiver as she brushed her thighs with her long legs. "I''d love to bet how long it''s going to take for you to start panicking." "You''re an interesting one," Ceridwen said, her golden eyes narrowing. "But dodge all you like, I only need to be lucky once." "You''re relying on luck?" the Murkrow asked, her lips curling up into an evil smile. "Oh, you poor thing, this was over before it began." Morgan leaned in, her lips brushing Ceridwen''s, sending a tingling chill through the ghost''s body. Ceridwen''s eyes snapped open as Morgan''s tongue invaded her mouth, the upside-down kiss doing an incredible job of also upending her thoughts. Morgan controlled the kiss with an effortless ease that didn''t make sense for a Dark type. She should have been hungry, feral, and easily led into Ceridwen''s tricks. Instead, Brandy''s team all acted like they barely needed her guidance. Ceridwen could feel her ectosmic blood pumping in her chest, the pulse beating in her ears, the throb in her dick from the need to sink itself into something. If she could barely think straight, how in Giratina''s girthy dick was Morgan so calm and collected? Morgan''s lips pressed harder as the storm whirled around them, her tongue twisting and dancing with Ceridwen''s. Her fingernails scratched along her skin as they slid up her thigh, leaving a trail of sharp pinpricks across her skin. Every one of them was a little explosion of pleasure, a spark that set her skin tingling and her mind spinning. Ceridwen could feel her resistance crumbling. Morgan knew exactly how to push her buttons. She shouldn''t have been so calm. Ceridwen wasn''t going out like a chump. Reaching up, Ceridwen gripped the back of the Murkrow''s neck. With a firm tug, she dragged the bird into a deeper kiss, their tongues wrestling against each other, her cock twitching in anticipation. Ceridwen could feel Morgan''s pulse pounding from the slight vibration of her tongue. At least the Murkrow wasn''t as immune to her charms as she seemed. Morgan broke the kiss with a gasp, her ck hair hanging over her eyes. Ceridwen smiled at her, the two still dangling in the air with Morgan''s legs hooked around her hips. The ghost''s hand slid down the bird''s slender, feathered body. "You''re good," Ceridwen purred. "But I''m better." Morgan''s eyes were a dark, deep red now. ck energy swirled over her body and dripped out of her mouth, sttering onto Ceridwen''s shoulder. The bird''s feathers were all ruffled and out of ce. Morgan''s hand drifted down, her nails brushing against Ceridwen''s cock and sending a shudder through her. "I''m going to be so disappointed if you''re all talk," Morgan replied. "I really wanted a good show. Just watching you squirm isn''t as fun." "Then let''s make this fun," Ceridwen said, gripping Morgan''s arms and ending her flight. Morgan hissed and wed into her, but Ceridwen just had to ride out the explosion of pleasure that came with it as they dropped like a rock. Morgan exploded into a burst of ck feathers, and Ceridwen span, her cards ripping off the arena''s walls anding back to shroud her as her hands lit up with pink psychic energy. She wasn''t going to leave even an inch this time; psychic power thundering out in arcing rings to fill the gaps between the cards, a criss-cross bird trap that squeezed shut around the fluttering ck feathers. With a flourish, she flipped an Ace of Hearts out of her sleeve into her hand and pointed it at the floating mass of feathers. "Got you!" Morgan burst out from the mass, her eyes zing red and her wings beating against the psychic trap. ck energy crackled out of her fingernails, forming long, razor-sharp ws. The psychic energy burst over her body, dashing aside her thoughts, screaming its ownmand to stop her body. Ceridwen saw Morgan''s mind crack, her thoughts thrown into disarray as Ceridwen''s order washed over them. It didn''t stop her for a second. The Murkrow crashed into Ceridwen, her nails raking across Ceridwen''s skin as their mouths smashed together. The impact sent them both rolling across the ground, the air bursting from Ceridwen''s lungs as they tumbled. She tried to find some control, but it was useless; with her nerves on fire with pleasure, she lost control. Morgan threw her onto her front and then was on top of her back in a sh, straddling her and pinning her down with the weight of her body. Her energy ws sank from either side of Ceridwen''s head, cutting a notch out of the brim of her hat. The mad-eyed Murkrow bit down on the back of Ceridwen''s neck, and a moan dragged out of her throat as the pain was turned into thought-melting delight. "I told a lot of lies. You''re very good at this. Against anyone else that''d have worked." Morgan growled, her voice breathy and dripping with lust. "But I want to win more than I want to listen to you. I want to be on top." Ceridwen felt the cock p down on her back, the thick hard mass stroking along her spine. "So I lied about wanting to see your act. Making you squirm is going to be so much more fun." Morgan said, humping herself against Ceridwen. "I''m going to fuck you until you see stars." Ceridwen couldn''t help but press back with her ass, teasing Morgan to take her prize. She couldn''t fight it any longer; she was all out of tricks. Morgan had just powered through them all. Even with the bird''s brain scrambled by psychic energy, Ceridwen had just stirred up what lurked underneath it all. Something in Morgan was so powerfully hungry for her that Ceridwen''s insides squirmed in eager anticipation. She reached her hand back, her fingers trailing along the side of the Murkrow''s shaft. Not huge, but thick, and her soft touch made the bird hum happily as she thrust her cock against her. Grabbing Ceridwen''s hips to get herself in position to really go at her. Morgan wanted to ruin her, and if Ceridwen could drop the act for a moment. She could admit she wanted that. As insane as the Murkrow was, she had a passionate drive to her that spoke to the Ghost. Shemitted to the bit hard, and that was deeply attractive. A little insane. But very attractive. Brandy''s team wasn''t just strong. They were genuinely impossible creatures, acting in ways you just didn''t expect. It was fascinating, if incredibly hard to fight against. All Ceridwen could do now was keep Morgan away from the others and hope Calcine fucked up and knocked Wren out before she could win the Lucky Chant bet. If Calcine was anything like Morgan, she probably wouldn''t be that lucky. But that was her fault; she wasn''t meant to rely on luck. She''d take the loss, enjoy it, and learn the hard lessoning her way. At least as lessons went, this wasn''t going to be an unpleasant one. 224 – Coal-Fired Confidence (18+) 224 ¨C Coal-Fired Confidence (18+) Brandy wouldn''t be trembling like this. Wren couldn''t help it. The tight grip of Calcine''s hands around her waist made her insides squirm, and the casual disy of strength holding her a few feet off the ground made her heart race. The staggering height of the woman, her defined muscles, broad shoulders, and the burning light in her eyes as she looked over Wren with naked hunger. It just wasn''t fair on a poor Postwick girl. As much as she tried to fight her nature, she had wool in her blood, and when faced with this kind of overwhelming power, her knees went weak. She could hear her team fighting and wanted to be there for them, but she couldn''t speak. But those damn white-hot eyes, boring into her with all the fury of a sun, just robbed her of any ability to act. She was lost in them, waiting for the Coalossal giantess to make her next move. "You sure you want to be wearing Brandy''s look?" Calcine asked. Her breath was hot on Wren''s wet skin. Calcine had already given her a lick from top to bottom with her massive tongue, the front of Wren''s maid dress damp against her skin. The casual ease with which she''d done it was so fucking hot it was unfair. "You can change back, I''d love to see the real you." "N-no," Wren whimpered softly. Her resolve was already a melted puddle in the face of Calcine''s overwhelming presence, and it wasn''t the only wet thing. She was pushing all of Wren''s buttons so hard it was making breathing hard. Wren had to think about it and force her lungs to work as her body just froze up in the face of her doom. "Don''t be nervous." Calcineughed and pulled Wren closer. Her face was so close now. Wren could smell her breath, like burning cedarwood; it wasn''t unpleasant. Wren raised a hand to stroke Calcine''s massive cheek and felt her palm warm instantly. The heat was rolling off Calcine in waves, the hands around Wren''s hips pumping her to the brim with an endless onught of warmth. Wren could feel her maid dress sticking to her skin as she sweated. Her skin prickled from the intense heat. It was overwhelming, and Wren hated that she couldn''t handle it. As much as she wanted to draw on her opponent''s strength with her mimicry, Calcine made it clear she wasn''t Brandy; she was a shy little Wooloo''s daughter. Her instincts were screaming at her to ept whatever was about to happen, to let herself be lost in the pleasure of being served by a smoking hot nine-foot-something coal-skinned Amazon. Calcine smiled and leaned forward, her soft lips pressing against Wren''s. Calcine''s tongue slipped out, parting Wren''s lips and exploring her mouth. The Coalossal was so hugepared to her that the kiss actually stretched her jaw. Calcine''s tongue was so long and thick. Yet, it explored her tenderly, gently ying with Wren''s tongue in an almost protective way. Gentle and passionate, Calcine could have ruined Wren, but instead, she warmed her up, giving her a taste of what was toe. Wren wished she could have given Calcine more back, but she''d frozen up, her body limp as Calcine kissed her, the heat from the Coalossal''s mouth tingling on her lips. Calcine was slow and thorough, exploring Wren''s mouth and melting like butter in a low heat until Wren''s thoughts were nothing but a dizzying fog. Wren gasped as the kiss broke, running her hands over Calcine''s smooth skin as she tried to stop her body from flopping about in Calcine''s hands. Calcine justughed, her smile so fucking dazzling that Wren felt her heart flutter. "Not hurting you am I?" Calcine asked, "First time with this body, I feel I could tear the moon out of the sky." "You''re good," Wren replied. Her face was red, and she knew Calcine could feel her racing pulse under her fingers. Her legs were still trembling, and the only reason they weren''t turning to jelly was the firm grip around her waist. Her stomach pressed up to the swell of Calcine''s breasts, letting her rest as she tried to gather her breath. "I wanted to win, but..." "Oh?" Calcine purred. The coal titan leaned forward and nuzzled her face against Wren''s neck, her warm lips caressing Wren''s throat and sending shivers through her. "Don''t feel bad. Your partners are still smiling and fighting hard. I can tell they adore you." "Why?" Wren asked, gasping softly as she felt the heat rise in her throat from the kisses, spreading down to fill her lungs and make her chest weak. The press of those soft breaths was turning her stomach into a fluttery mess, her body aching for more of the gentle care Calcine was giving her. "I''m not Brandy. I''m not as strong as her. You''re going to break me." "I''ve broken Brandy before," Calcine chuckled as she bit at Wren''s maid dress, slowly teasing her out of it with her hands and teeth. The silk sliding over Wren''s body, obscuring her vision, just worked her up more. She felt like she was a simple touch from cumming her brains out, and Calcine had barely touched her. "She''s taller than you, trimmer. More firm muscle than this lovely soft flesh, but you''re not as different as you think." Wren let out a sigh as her breasts were freed from the maid dress. Calcine'' kissed along the plush flesh, squeezing and fondling them with sucking toothless bites. She was so gentle about it all, but her grip was firm and confident, and the heat radiating from her hands left Wren with no illusion that Calcine was holding back for her. It was impressive that a Pok¨¦mon could even exercise this level of restraint without her trainer''s help. Usually, a wet and willing woman in their grip was enough for them to lose all self-control. Calcine held it together like she''d been training her whole life to resist her fiery urges. "You don''t believe me," Calcine growled, the rumble of her voice sinking deep into Wren and rxing her so thoroughly she almost slipped right out of Calcine''s grasp. Wren let out a sharp, panicked gasp, her hands grabbing totch onto the swell of Calcine''s biceps. The coal titan''s arms were so strong it made Wren feel like a doll. A ything. The thought of it was absolutely thrilling, and her body responded with a hot rush of arousal. "I''m sorry," Wren gasped. Calcine''s hands slipped down from her hips, her fingertips teasing along the outside of her thighs, hips, and belly, leaving hot trails along her skin. "I want to believe you, I do! But I can''t. I never stood a chance. I don''t have any special talents. I''m really not good at this. I''m not even a scary Ghost Ace." "You don''t have to be what everyone expects of you," Calcine whispered, her voice rumbling against Wren''s chest as the coal titan kissed and nibbled along the swell of her breasts, her teeth biting and pulling her dress off further. The maid''s outfit hung off Wren''s body like a loose cloak, and she felt even more warmed than when she had it on. The fabric had protected her from Calcine''s overwhelming heat, and now they were both naked. The difference in power was just all the more apparent. "I''m a Wooloo¡¯s daughter. A sheep." Wren felt the tears welling in her eyes, and Calcine lifted her, letting her hug around Calcine''s thick neck. Her burning eyes filled Wren''s vision. "And what''s so bad about that?" Calcine asked. "Wooloo are wonderful Pok¨¦mon." "They''re weak, easy to please." Wren''s voice caught in her throat. She could feel her resolve breaking, her body rxing as the heat washed over her. "I can pretend all I like, but that''s who l am. Who I''ll always be." "We''ve fought Wooloo, and they were far from weak," Calcine murmured,pping between Wren''s thighs. "Soft doesn''t mean weak. Easy to pleasure doesn''t make you useless. I''ll prove it." The sensation of that massive hot tongue licking between her legs was almost too much for Wren. Her mind short-circuited as the pleasure flooded through her. Calcine didn''t give her time to recover, her tongue tip dancing along her pussy''s slit, pressing against her entrance and slowly probing inside. Wren felt the pleasure building as her walls clenched around Calcine''s fat tongue, and a moan escaped her lips, her hips rocking in ce as she enjoyed that mind-dulling pleasure. She didn''t want to think about how useless she was right now. Calcine had other ideas; after only a minute of achingly good teasing, she withdrew, kissing along Wren''s thighs and stroking her back. "When I met Brandy, she was a cock-sure fool who raced into every battle without a n. A Fire-blooded woman through and through. She never beat me." "So, why did you let her bind with you?" Wren whined. The absence of Calcine''s tongue left her feeling cold and empty, and she desperately wanted more of it. "Because I didn''t feel like I had defeated her when she lost. I felt like we could be stronger together, and well, look at me. Am I not strong? Is she not strong? We''ve changed, grown together." Calcine pressed her lips against Wren''s pussy and kissed, the heat rolling off her mouth, making the strange kiss all the sweeter. Wren felt something inside her melt; a resistance she''d clung to couldn''t hold any longer. Was it that simple? She just needed to grow? Wren''s hands traced up Calcine''s neck, running over her cheeks, stroking her temples as she delivered a flutter of kisses. It was maddening; she wanted Calcine so badly, and yet Calcine insisted on a slowly building heat that threatened to turn her brains to mush. A rumbly purr between her legs was a strange way to deliver a message, but Calcine had Wren''s full attention as she spoke. "Every day you''re with your Partners, you''ll grow stronger. Inherit more from them, and learn who you want to be with them. You''re a soft Wooloo daughter? Then be the first soft Ghost Ace the world has seen, a smiling sweetheart with a truly wicked side. You''ve got Brandy''s frighteningly creative tactical mind, a remarkable inheritance ability, and a team that''s been a nightmare for us. " "You''re just being nice." Wren blushed. "We''re still going to lose." "Brandy felt like her first real loss was devastating, too," Calcine growled. ¡°I''ll tell you what I told her. Learn from it, and you''lle back stronger. You''ve got a gorgeous body and an incredible talent, Wren. I want to fight you again. Once you find your groove, I want to lose to you. Not easily, not easily at all. But I know you can beat us." "That''s..." Wren let her hands slide down, feeling the firm muscle on Calcine''s upper back. "You''re so kind. I thought you''d be smug about this." "That''s Morgan and Sparky''s thing," Calcine rumbled. "You''re a sweet little thing, and I just want to eat your pussy until you lose the ability to talk." "I''m not that small." Wren pouted, the heat burning her cheeks. "And I don''t get to fuck you back? I''m a little curious about the dick." "I''m hoping to save that for someone special," Calcineughed, kissing along Wren''s thighs, her soft lips tingling on her sensitive skin. "And I have to give you four orgasms, or that Lucky Chant is going to wallop us. If you can hold back till then, you can ride me." "Is that even possible?" Wren whined. "Never fucked a mountain before." "You''re more Brandy than you realize. It''s only a matter of time. Now shush, and let a mountain fuck you." Wren nodded, her legs shaking in anticipation as Calcine licked along her slit, her tongue flicking along the folds of her entrance and sending her mind spinning. The Coalossal''s fingers were tight on her thighs, and the grip made her feel safe and cared for. It was so strange. Calcine took her time, slowly easing her tongue into Wren''s pussy and working it around, her tongue tip gently stroking and coaxing her to open up. The caring, slow-burning, fiery build-up was almost as delicious to Wren as the feeling of Calcine''s tongue''s hot, heavy weight deep inside. She could feel the Coalossal''s hot breath with every long, drawn-out lick. The heat was overwhelming but oh-so pleasurable, sending waves of excitement rushing through her. Despite her size, Calcine was a gentle and passionate lover, and Wren''s body reacted to it like gasoline poured onto a campfire. Her arousal jumped with every slow and tender lick, her pussy tightening around the Coalossal''s tongue, her whole body melting under the beautiful giantesses'' attention. Wren''s hands ran through the Coalossal''s long, luscious hair, twirling ck and red around her fingers as she gently massaged Calcine''s scalp. It wasn''t fair. The Coalossal was so big, her body a literal mountain of power, yet the gentle and careful way she treated her was so sweet. Every lick and caress was a slow molten avnche, slowly crushing Wren''s resistance and recing it with wave after wave of warm, glowing bliss. It was hard not to cry from the intensity of it all. Hot, fat tears fell freely down Wren''s cheeks, and her vision blurred. Her lungs burned from the heat. It was all just too much in the best possible way. She wanted to scream her heart out, but the intensity had robbed her of her voice. Her mind was a blur of heat and pleasure, and she could feel her orgasm building like a roaring fire. The sparks inside her were jumping, dancing in a frenzy of pleasure as they tried to burst into a wild ze. It should have broken Wren, but Calcine was there, her soft, slow licking artfully keeping the inferno in check. It was like Calcine knew her better than she did. Wren knew she was sensitive, but Calcine made her painfully aware of how much her body could be made to dance when treated right. Every stroking lick and fluttering kiss sent a surge of heat racing through her, filling up her core until her entire body was aze. "Calcine," Wren whispered. Her voice was raspy, the words barely escaping her. Her mind was a white-hot haze. She couldn''t think of anything other than the intense pleasure. "I''m so close. Please." "Of course," Calcine replied. Her voice was like a warm nket wrapping around her, soothing and safe. Her hot breath tickled between Wren''s thighs. "Tell me what you want." "Deeper," Wren moaned, "Faster." "As you wish." Calcine''s tongue pushed into her, the coal-skinned Coalossal''s hands tightening around her thighs. The Coalossal was strong and sturdy, but her hands still moved with the grace and delicacy of a professional. Wren was held aloft with one hand while the other supported her ass, holding her in ce and spreading her thighs. She was at Calcine''s mercy, and it was a good feeling. Calcine''s tongue began a steady assault, sliding deep into her and thrusting. It was a constant pounding that left Wren gasping; the sensation of Calcine''s hot, wet tongue plunging inside her again and again was driving her wild. She wanted it, her body clenching, trying to pull the Coalossal deeper. It was the strangest thing, but Wren couldn''t get enough. She''d never felt anything like this. The pleasure was so intense, so all-consuming Wren should have broken. But she held on by a hair, even if the Coalossal was relentless, and her tongue was long enough to reach a part of Wren she didn''t know existed, driving her crazy. The fire inside her was roaring, and every lick brought her closer to the edge. Wren''s heart was beating wildly in her chest, and her breathing was erratic. She couldn''t stop panting, her chest heaving as she tried futilely to fill her lungs. Calcine raised her high, and she could see the glistening ocean beyond just over the top of the arena''s edges. A beautiful sight to finally break to. The orgasm hit like a raging inferno. It exploded from Wren''s body, surging through her and consuming her in an instant. Wren screamed, the sound ripping from her throat, raw and desperate. Calcine''s tongue kept moving, dragging her climax out until she was a whimpering, crying mess. Her mind and body melted, and she was floating on a cloud. "Oh, Arceus." Wren breathed, her arms dropping limply to her sides, her head lolling. She could feel her chest rising and falling, her body twitching and trembling with each shallow breath. Calcine was still holding her, the Coalossal''s warm hands holding up so firmly she didn''t even consider the idea she could fall. "Oh, Calcine, you''re something else." "Kind of a big deal," Calcine smiled, kissing Wren''s thighs. "And that was one. Three to go." Wrenughed; she just had to. The idea that she''d even survive that was hysterically funny to her. "If you say so!" "I do. You can take it." Calcine said, dead serious, and Wren could see it in her eyes. She meant it. "O-oh." Wren crossed her hands on her heart. "I''ll do my best." "That''s all we can ever ask for." Calcine nodded, "Believe me, nobody will ever think you''re weak again after this. Even if you lose, you''ll have made me really fucking earn it." "Okay. I can believe that" Wren smiled, letting her hands run along Calcine''s shoulders. Heavens, they were just so firm that she could happily be thrown over them once they were done. "Thank you, Calcine, for doing more than you had to." "Don''t thank me yet," Calcine winked. "I n to do a whole lot more." Wren couldn''t wait. Win or lose, she''de out of this stronger for the effort. She wasn''t Brandy, but if she braved this out, she wouldn''t be the same Wren after either. And who knows? Maybe she''d get lucky, and her partners would find a way to win while she kept the Coalossal busy. Brandy might be strong, but her partners were far from weak. Hopefully, they were making her work for it just as hard. 225 – Toe the Line (18+) 225 ¨C Toe the Line (18+) Being the new girl was rough. "Swapping!" Dinah yelled, using her Mimic''d Switcheroo to change ces with Calico. The Dhelmise felt her frock coat suddenly tug away from her body as crackling webbing clung to it. Frustrating but she could power her way out of it, she was incredibly strong and resistant to electricity on top. Dhelmise had iron in their blood. A little shock wasn''t a big deal. Tearing her way out of the webbing that''d snared up Dinah, Calico grinned. No, it wasn''t that you were expected to do the rough work. She''d happily work till her muscles ached to help out her team. It was theck of camaraderie, the missing feeling of unity. She craved it, yet there was a hole in her heart where her team should be. "Sparky," the red-headed trainer yelled. Tall and fierce, she was facing down two Pok¨¦mon like it was nothing to be concerned about. "Infestation, get her out of her costume if you can!" "Borrow my Phantom Force again!" Calico yelled, gathering up her chain, ready to swing her anchor. Dinah hadn''t had time to really get to know Calico. She fumbled a bit, changing gears, the patchwork-colored Wooloo hopping from foot to foot, shaking off biting yellow bugs until she could shimmer and go intangible, dumping them onto the deck. Dinah gave her a thumbs up, and Calico nodded back, green wisps of her hair floating around her shoulder dramatically as she heaved on the anchor, ready for an overhead m. It missed. The redhead took the Joltik''s hand, and the pair danced nimbly to the right spot to dodge the arcing anchor, which mmed right through the wooden nks of the floor and stuck itself firmly. The Joltik poured webbing to tie it down as Dinah stopped shimmering and lit her hands with rainbow-colored magical fire. Borrowing that from Ceridwen, who,st Calico had looked, was getting absolutely railed by that flurry of ck feathers they called Morgan. It''s a shame Calico liked the big-hatted mage. She seemed so effortlessly confident when they first met. Ceridwen''s careful nning had met its match, though, and when the Mismagius had to rely on her own luck, she''d found herself with a bad hand. There was no helping from there. Dinah flung a few balls of colorful, glowing fire, but the trainer stepped up and took the hits this time, and parts of her maid dress lit up in rainbow me. It was mesmerizing to watch her body slowly be revealed, so much so that neither of them spotted she was actually enjoying the experience. Bouncing on the balls of her feet like she was ready to run a race, the perils of not having a trainer to keep a cooler head and manage the team, they got distracted by a hot piece of ass. Arceus above she was a beaut though, a perfectly toned athlete with fiery red hair and a winning smile. Her red eyes were so piercing Calico felt like she was being sized up from boot to tricorn, not an inch of spared attention. It made a Ghost feel good to be seen with such open interest. She couldn''t help but pose a little, showing off her muscles and curves. She struck a good mix between a sturdy figure and curves you could be drowned in. She didn''t have the curvaceous bombshell look Ceridwen had, but she was damn proud of her looks all the same. She could still remember Wren enjoying stuffing her face between her tits onlyst night; once that gal really focused, she was a fury. They could use that focus, especially with how viper-quick Joltik was. They''d gotten distracted by a woman''s clothing burning off, and the little yellow gremlin had slipped out of sight. That was concerning. Calico''s crew were all masters of their roles; she had no fear of that, but the ship was not pulling together. She could have kept everyone together if she had been here earlier, but she was the new face. Not even a day with Wren, it didn''t feel right to bellow orders when she should be acting as her right-hand gal. With the Coalossal tying up Wren, she had to look to Dinah for leadership. Dinah wasn''t cut out for it; the poor dear was a great fighter but was as unsure of herself as Wren was. Calico wanted to hug her. Instead, the redhead, Brandy, they''d called thess. She''d stepped up as her clothes burnt off her, grabbed tufts of the Wooloo costume''s wool in her hands, pulled Dinah in for a kiss, and shoved her head straight into the mouth of the costume so she could kiss the ck goo inside. It was a slurping, wet kiss that made Calico''s breath falter from shock at just how unreserved it was. Brandy was a force of nature, Dinah a bobbing toy boat wrapped up in the storm of passion. "She''s the best, right?" Calico jumped at the sound of the Joltik speaking beside her ear, her green hair whipping out to snatch her up. One curl got around her forearm, and her hair pulsed. Mega Drain kicked in and drank deep from the excitable Bug''s vast reserves of stamina. It felt amazing, like a swig of rum straight from the bottle chased down with some extra sweet liquor. It was enough to make Calico''s thoughts swim as strength flooded into her limbs, making her feel giddy with power. "You''re a lot bigger than a normal Joltik. You''ll make a nice big stain when I squash you," Calico teased, trying to keep a firm grip on the situation and not let the sudden surge of energy overwhelm her. It didn''t have the effect she''d hoped. The Joltik giggled madly and pped her ass with her free hand. "This monster can squash me any time! Morgan will be spitting jealous, your ass is fantastic." "Thanks?" The Joltik grinned, showing her sharp teeth. Calico pulled herself up to her full height, dragging the Joltik onto tiptoes. She bit out but stretched tall; she couldn''t quite sink her teeth into Calico''s chest without getting her face batted back by a chest thrust from Calico. It didn''t stop her from trying again and again, each time Calico battering her in the face with one of her breasts. Ridiculous Bug, but damn tasty. If smashing her in the face with her tits gave Calico more time to drink her dry of electricity, then she was happy to rack up a few bruises. The crackling electricity running through her hair started beating her heart like a drum, but Calico kept drinking it up happily. "So, we''ve got the cute one and the smug one," the Joltik cackled after another failed chomp attempt. "Who are you supposed to be? The hot one? I love the muscles." "I''m the glue," Calico said. "And you''re stuck now." She reached back and grabbed the chain. The anchor was still stuck through the floorboards. Wrapping it around the Joltik''s other arm, she hoisted it up, dangling her in the air before her. A quick nce at Dinah showed she needed help. Brandy''s clothes had burned off, but the mes had passed onto Dinah''s costume now, and it was slowly burning away, the ck goo of Dinah''s body pooling out over Brandy''s skin. Dinah was strong but couldn''t use most of her Moves without a costume. A horrible weakness for a Pok¨¦mon was that she needed to stay dressed to be at her most potent. "Anyst words?" "Oooh," the Joltik grinned. "I do, actually. But is Thunderwave one word or two?" Calico was resistant to electricity, but she wasn''tpletely immune, and when Joltik''s body started buzzing with electricity, she couldn''t avoid it all. Lightning raced up and into her arm, and the Dhelmise couldn''t drop it as her arm seized up, refusing to obey her. The Joltik was a lightning rod, and the power poured through her. Had Brandy set this up? Had she asked Sparky to get captured and then turn the capture against her? It was a clever y. Calico wasn''t expecting such a shrewd move. She could hear the sounds of sex, but it was distant thunder in her ears now. Her whole body was buzzing with power but frozen in ce, the anchor swinging limply as the Bug descended on her, teeth biting into her flesh. It didn''t hurt. It''d have been so much easier if it hurt. No, this was worse, explosions of pleasure going off in her mind as her muscles clenched and rxed without her consent, the lightning sparking her nerves and making her shudder with the increased intensity of every bite. Her green curls twitched, freeing the Joltik from their clutches and letting her push Calico over onto her back. A heavy thump, her head swimming with pleasure as she panted. The Joltik''s small hands squeezed into her ass, parting her legs and smoothing themselves along her thighs. Was she going to get fucked now? Embarrassing for the tank to be taken down so quickly. "Hey, Brandy," the Joltik sang. "Can I enjoy my present?" "Go nuts," Brandy called back. "Calcine should win us the Lucky Chant soon. Just keep them down and confused until then. I''m going to let Dinah have a little fun with tentacles. She''s earned it." Teamwork. That''s where they''d all failed. They were facing a machine that all ran together, using their strengths to take them apart piece by piece. Wren had to learn to set the pace. Calico knew the girl would learn, and for all her faults of confidence, Calico had bonded with Wren because she sensed in her heart a Captain who wanted to run a tight ship. She just needed a little boost to get there. As her legs were lifted up, the Joltik''s face descending between them, her tongue licking along her exposed inner thighs, Calico let herself rx. No use fighting the inevitable and wasting time. Maybe she could exhaust this Bug and get back into the fight. For all her electric stamina, Calico was pretty sure she could fuck her into the ground. The Joltik had other ns, undoing her belt and fishing out her cock, her grin one of pure malicious delight as she looked at the prize she''d earned. "What''s wrong?" The Joltik cooed, leaning in and licking a long line up the underside of Calico''s shaft. "Your beautiful ass not used to getting your dick sucked?" Calico''s breath hitched in her throat. She tried to think of something clever to say, but the only sound that came out was a groan of pleasure. Pok¨¦mon didn''t usually go right for this. This was downright deviant behavior! Just what kind of monsters had they matched up against? "Don''t worry, I''ve had practice with beautiful stiff cocks. Just sit back and let the Bug make your toes curl." Calico tried to keep her head. She really did. She tried to keep her hips steady, not thrust into that soft mouth as it sucked eagerly on her length. Her green hair, usually so obedient, writhed in a mass behind her head, twisting around her face, the tips trying to bury themselves in her mouth, seeking an outlet for the excess power they had absorbed. Her own living hair muffled her cries of pleasure as she bucked her hips, the Joltik''s sharp nails digging into her thighs as she took the plunging shaft down her throat. It was an impossible fight to win. Every inch of Calico was buzzing with pleasure, and she was happy to drown in it. Her anchor and chain rattled as she thrashed, her head whipping from side to side, her wailing cries of ecstasy muffled by her hair as she was milked by the eager Bug''s mouth. Her hips jerked, and the Joltik was quick to mber around on top of her, sitting on her face, her thighs pressing in tight to either side of her head. Calico was all about teamwork, and the Bug had sacrificed. It was only fair she pitched in and sucked her dick right back. It couldn''t be that hard, right? It was, but Calico choked her way through it. She was a team yer, and this was a skill she could use someday. Being new to a team was tough; fitting into an established group took time. You had to put the effort in to make your ce, and if that meant she had to swallow some cock, then she''d do it. As they both went at it, Calico had plenty of feedback to show she was getting good at it fast. Licking and sucking, the Bug''s thighs squeezed in tighter and tighter around Calico''s head until her face was a red mask and her green hair a tangled mess. She felt the pressure building up. The Bug''s hips bucked and thrust into her mouth. Her hands dug into her scalp, holding her close. Calico wasn''t expecting the Bug to finish first, but she was ready. Swallowing down her cum was a treat, the taste salty and electric. It was a heady rush, her whole body shaking as the electric fluid made her throat ripple with pleasure. "That''s a good Ghost," the Bug purred, stroking her face with her thighs as Calico panted, "You''re not so scary when you''re choking on my cock. Now, my trainers going to finish you off." Calico blinked as she felt the Joltik get off her, her cock aching with near release as she looked up into fiery red eyes. Dinah''s ck goo was half hanging off the naked redhead''s body, nting flurries of kisses all along her body as tentaclesshed around her limbs and teased at her pussy. "Hi," Brandy grinned as Sparky yfully rubbed Calico''s cheeks. "Sparky''s a star, isn''t she?" Calico didn''t need to speak with Dinah to know that Brandy was controlling her, her ck-goo-covered hands reaching up and pulling Calico into a kiss. There was no resisting her; her tongue slipped into her mouth and imed her, and Calico found her mind swirling. Brandy''s hands were gentle but insistent, guiding her back and down onto the ground. "Fighting you all has got me all worked up," Brandy murmured, breaking the kiss to straddle Calico''sp, nting Calico''s aching cock against her stomach. "I want to see what you can really do. You up for the challenge?" "For Wren, I''ll do anything." "Perfect answer," Brandy smiled. "Now, let''s give you something to fight for." She didn''t waste any time sinking herself down on Calico''s cock. She was hot and wet, and her insides squeezed around her so nicely. It was all Calico could do to not snap right away. Sparky had left her so close to bursting. But no. Calico was a team yer and the new girl. She had to put in a good showing. Prove that she had what it takes. She''d hammer this cocky trainer into the ground and pull her team out of the fire. Or at least. She''d try. Calico was pretty sure it wasn''t going to be that easy. 226 – An Explosive Finish (18+) 226 ¨C An Explosive Finish (18+) The Lucky Chant was building in pitch, a happy, lilting tune that wouldn''t have been out of ce in a casino''s background. It made a great backing track to Brandy getting her brains fucked out. Face flushed, sweat rolled down her cheek, and matted her hair. Her chest bounced with every thrust from Calico, who seemed to have decided if she couldn''t be on top, she could at least fuck Brandy like she was in charge. Calico''s hand on her hip was pressed in so firm it would leave a mark. Dinah''s tentacles hung onto arms and legs to hold everyone together and provide some springy extra muscle to the whole thing that Brandy appreciated. Every thrust from Calico''s cock dug deep inside her and pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Brandy let her head drop forward, panting happily as she felt a warmth on her back. Soft fur and teasing nibbling teeth parading along her neck and attacking her earlobes. Sparky''s breasts bumped into Brandy''s back. She wasn''t actually joining in on the fucking. Just enjoying riding on Brandy''s back and absolutely teasing the fuck out of her. "You like that, don''t you, Brandy?" Sparky whispered in her ear. "You like having your pussy stuffed with big, thick, throbbing cock? Don''t you? You''re such a horny mess." Brandy gasped as Sparky teased her nipples, little crackles running through her fingertips to make her extra sensitive there. "I can feel your Steam Engine heart thrumming. You''re worse than Calcine. She can contain her heat." Sparky whispered between little wet bites against her earlobe. "You get so hot the only thing that can call you off is a few gorgeous women. Poor Calico here is doing her best, Dinah''s straining herself to fuck you, and you''re still insatiable." The teasing was doing it for Brandy. Her cheeks flushed, and her breathing was heavy. She wanted nothing more than to lean back, kiss Sparky, pull her close, and grind her beautiful bug against her. She also couldn''t do that. Stupid bones and their refusal to twist. Surely there was an inheritance that could fix that problem. Maybe a Decidueye? Until then, Sparky knew that Brandy wanted her, couldn''t have her, and loved being the center of attention despite not even being inside Brandy. "Steam Engine exins so much," Calico said, her voice breathy as she tried to hold herself back. "I''ve never had a womanst this long, not even Wren." "My heat vampire girlfriends are special," Sparky grinned over Brandy''s shoulder. "Even I can barely keep up with them. Once this redhead''s fires are lit, she''ll let a woman pound her until they''re drained dry." Calico''s eyes widened, her breath catching, "Oh, that''s..." "Hot," Dinah said, her voice bubbling out of the air, and Brandy felt a sudden burst of wetness, something hot and thick spilling into her and coating her walls. Dinah had found a gap and was letting her liquid body flow in to coat Calico''s dick. Calico''s eyes shot open. Her body locked, her hips bucking a few times before her breath came out in a low whine, her lips parted, and her eyes crossed. Dinah was massaging her and Brandy simultaneously, and it was such a sensory rush that both had real trouble keeping it together. She wasn''t just a slick coating; she could kiss, lick, and manifest tentacles to stroke. It was almost cheating. "Dinah!" Calico hissed, her hips thrusting harder, trying to keep her calm and failing. "Whose team are you on?" "What?" Dinah''s voice was all pure innocence. "Does our Ghostly Grass girl not like a bit of team love?" "It feels far too good!" Calico groaned, "We have to practice with you. You''ve been holding out." Brandy loved the sex and Sparky''s teasing, but somehow, giving the other team insight into how to improve was more satisfying than all of that. Her brain was a weird ce, and she felt that way, but she was happy with that. Her brain wasn''t the only one firing away, though. Calico was close, and Sparky''s teasing brought Brandy to the edge. She leaned back a little more, and Sparky''s breasts squished a bit into her back. The warmth and the pressure were lovely. "One of you stubborn idiots needs to cum," Sparky tutted, "You hold back anymore, and something is going to burst." Brandy''s eyes crossed, and she could feel a pressure building, her whole body was tensing and aching, hands clenched as she tried to hold it back despite Sparky''s warning. She wasn''t alone, either. Calico''s rather taut and gorgeous stomach was soaked with sweat, and it tightened even further as she held in a breath. Her eyes closed, and her whole body shook as she tried to hold off the inevitable. The edge of an orgasm was too much for her. Brandy couldn''t keep her head upright. She tipped back, resting it on Sparky''s shoulder and letting the bug kiss her cheek, sending an arc of electricity snapping through them just as Dinah pulsed inside. It cracked open the floodgates. Brandy''s whole body tensed, and she felt the pleasure rip through her like a storm. "Finally!" Calico groaned. She grunted in an exertion to m her hips forward onest time. Her cock buried in Brandy, she shook and twitched as the orgasm crashed over her. Her hips shuddered, her body spasmed, and she came hard. Her hands squeezed deep into Brandy''s hip as the pressure of holding herself together broke. The beautiful piratess spilled herself deep into Brandy, Dinah''s ck goo rippling as she found herself getting soaked with pearly white cum. Panting and exhausted, Calico looked up with half-lidded eyes, her green hair swimming around on the wooden deck. Brandy smiled down at her; a few aftershocks rippled through her body, but the fire in her heart hadn''t gone out. Her muscles felt loose but still worked with only a little ache. "Again?" Brandy asked, eyebrow raised. "Oh fuck off," Calicoughed, falling back onto the deck. "You''re a monster." "Don''t be mean," Sparky said, patting Brandy''s head. "She''s just a sweet little human who needs some love." "Wren is a sweet little human," Dinah said, sliding back from the lovers into her Wooloo costume. The patchwork wool on it fluttered as she filled the limbs and made it move to a seat. "I''d offer to make you an honourary Ghost Brandy, but I''m not sure we want the reputation you''d give us." Too much, even for the ghosts. Brandy was kind of proud of that. She was just in the middle of a stretch when Wren was dropped into herp with a wet p. Brandy had seen herself look bad in a mirror before, but poor Wren was on another level of messed up. The poor girl looked an absolute mess; her hair was mussed, her cheeks flushed, and her thighs absolutely glistening with her own juices. She reeked of sex and had the content, broad smile of someone who''d a woman had her bell rung repeatedly. "Hey, Brandy," Wren said, slow and spaced out. "Calcine is a real firecracker. You''re so lucky." "You look like you had a good time." "Yeah, yeah, I did," Wren grinned. "I''m learning to be a good loser." "Good, I''m d," Brandy smiled and looked up at the person who''d dropped Wren in herp. Up and up, she was sitting on her legs, and Calcine towered absolutely above them all, fiery white eyes high up in the clouds. Her arms folded under her chest, and a proud smile on her lips. She was such a majestic sight, with the firm muscle of her stomach, wide hips, and broad shoulders. She looked unstoppable, a towering figure of incredible power, and from the shine around her mouth, Brandy could see she''d been putting her tongue to good use. "Did you win the bet?" Brandy asked as Wren panted in herp, clinging to Brandy''s body. "I felt Sparky should have the honor of thest one," Calcine said. Or you. Maybe both?" "What about Morgan?" There was a wail from deep in the pool, a purple hand grabbing the edge with rainbow fire flooding over her fingers. It slowly slid back down to the sound of furious flesh pping and ecstatic ethereal moans. "I think Morgan''s good." Calcine smiled, "Ceridwen got her a little worked up." A little! It sounded like someone was being murdered down there with all that screaming. "I could still win this," Dinah said and shrunk back when Sparky and Calcine turned to her, eyes glowing. "Fuck. Well, I''m not about to let you win!¡± "It''s fine, Dinah," Wren said. ¡°Cuddle Calico for me? She looks a bit broken. I learned a lot today, and we have a lot of work to do together to be ready for next time. Let''s not drag the inevitable out." "What did you learn?" Brandy asked, stroking the sweaty, red spikes of hair from Wren''s face. Looking down at a slightly chubbier version of herself was still weird, but Wren''s smile was so content Brandy was starting to enjoy it. She wasn''t above making herself happy. "I can''t beat you," Wren smiled sweetly. ¡°But that''s fine. I thought I''d try to copy your team and own your strength, but that was a losing strategy. You''re strong, Brandy. I could have been unstoppable if I added that strength to my own." "You were close," Brandy said, leaning to kiss Wren. Her lips were delightfully warm. "Tournaments just started. Next time we meet, you''ll be one to watch out for." "Thanks, I''m going to bring a whole new suite of terrible tricks and enough stamina that even you might be impressed. Trust me." Wren huffed and cleared her throat. Then, she perfectly imitated Brandy''s voice. "Sparky, Bug Bite." Sparky bit down with a second thought, Wren breaking into a rtively gentle, dry orgasm that had her gasping and clinging tight to Brandy. The air sang out as the Lucky Chant reached a crescendo and broke into action. Dinah''s cuddling of Calico suddenly turned into a full-body glomping that left them writhing in a sweaty puddle. The sounds of vigorous sex from the pool reached a fever pitch, and Ceridwen''s voice cracked as she wailed out in orgasmic glee and Wren, twisted in shape mid-orgasm. She lost a little height, and the red, spiky hair tumbled into curly ck. She became plusher and huggable before Brandy''s eyes. It forced Sparky''s teeth deeper, and her dry orgasm cracked into an ecstatic wail that left her a shivering mess in Brandy''s arms. Lucky Chant was a frightening move that could change reality, and if it decided you were fucked, it made it so. Brandy was really going to have to watch out for it next time. "I think we can all agree that''s a showstopper!" a voice called over the speakers. "The winner of this match, Brandy Joyce and Maid for This!" There was a wild wailing cheer from the pool, the point of a ck hat just visible over the edge of it as Morgan danced about in victory. Calcine and Sparky gave each other high fives while Brandy caught her breath. Basking in the afterglow and the soft and tender hugs of Wren, who wastched onto her and drifting off to sleep. "There''s going to be a small intermission." the human judge continued. "While we repair the arena from the Coalossal amount of damage it took. A good time to grab a drink, sneak a bunch of quick kisses in a stall or maybe confront the rascally Trainer who fucked your daughter." Brandy snorted; she''d hate to be that Trainer. ... Wait, was she that Trainer? "Brandy Joyce, I''ll be seeing you in the showers." Fuuuuuck. 227 – Dampened Spirits 227 ¨C Dampened Spirits They were on a cruise ship, not a cheap one, which meant their private showers were excellent. Built to handle any Pok¨¦mon, it meant the ceiling was tall enough that Calcine didn''t need to duck, spacious enough that they could all fit in with room to spare, and the multiple nozzles had enough settings that they would have to drag Sparky away from the controls before she found one that drowned them. Brandy had begged for the heat on the high-pressure jets to be cranked up enough that there was a warm mist in the air. Calcine had her arms around Brandy, or at least what she could. She was so ridiculously massive now that her breasts were resting on Brandy''s head. The shower water pooled in her cleavage and then dripped down to wash over Brandy. Calcine rubbed her with herrge hands to soap up her skin and press in even more heat. It was everything Brandy needed to rx after the match; her Steam Engine heart absolutely loved the mix of heat and water. It was an almost perfect moment, if not for one lingering problem. A mass of wet ck feathers with a witch''s hat on wasthering herself on her own, the less scorching hot side of the shower. Still riding the high of her victory, Morgan had a smug grin that wouldn''t leave her lips. She should have been chatty, but instead, she was almost sinisterly quiet. Her red eyes watched Brandy with an intensity that was somehow more embarrassing than having sex in front of a few hundred people. "Morgan, can you pass the shower gel?" Calcine asked, her deep voice rumbling against Brandy''s back. She was trying to y the peacemaker, but she hadn''t made any progress cracking Morgan''s silence. Morgan waved a wing, water dripping off it. A sharp gust of wind popped the shower gel out of her hands and over to Calcine, along with an arc of sshing water that soaked Brandy and Calcine both. "Ah, sorry," Morgan said, words so sharp they could cut. "So forgetful of me. My wind''s a lot stronger now." "Morgan," Sparky snapped, looking up from the shower controls. "Come on, snippy doesn''t suit you." Morgan shrugged, shaking her hat so the water cascaded off the brim. She didn''t seem interested in saying anything else. Sparky looked to Brandy for help. The awkward mood in the air was clearly getting to the bug. She could handle peopleughing or being annoyed, no problem. Still, this kind of negative energy was making her shoulders sag. Brandy could have waited for whoever was meeting them in the showers to turn up, but no. It was on Brandy to fix the mess she''d made. "Sorry," Brandy mumbled, her heart sinking at what she knew woulde. "I fucked up." "You didn''t," Morgan said, "We won, you made some good tactical choices." "It could have been better. We agreed to bring you out second, and I didn''t. Things were getting crazy, and I panicked. I needed Calcine with me to level me out." Morgan didn''t look any happier about Brandy saying it, but why would she? It clearly wasn''t the tactical choice bothering her. Calcine gave Brandy a gentle squeeze for support. The sheer size of the woman made her a sturdy rock to lean against, which gave Brandy some strength to press on with tearing the bandage off what she''d done. "I felt like shit the moment I did it. You should have been second. You were the stronger fighter. You were perfect for untangling a messy situation. You thrive on the kind of mind games Wren had going on." "You fucked Ceridwen up so bad, we''d been struggling with her a lot." Sparky nodded as she tried to get in on the hug with Calcine and Brandy. She couldn''t; the water was way too hot, but she was trying anyway. Jumping back from every ssh of hot water, shaking it off, and trying again. "You just took her to pieces." That got a genuine smile out of Morgan. Something in those red eyes made the difference, a light there that wasn''t before. "I''m not deadweight. You know I can do this." "No. You are not dead weight." Brandy nodded. "I messed up. I picked Calcine because she makes me feel secure in myself. I needed a shot of confidence, but I should be able to feel that with you. I made a shitty call." "I don''t need a pity party." Morgan waved a wing to the controls. "Sparky, turn the heat down some. Brandy, you heard what Calico said. It''s tough being the new girl. You have strong bonds with Calcine and Sparky, a history I haven''t been a part of. I can ept that I''m not as deeply treasured in your heart." "Morgan-" Morgan held up a hand to stop Brandy. "It''s true, I am ying catchup. I don''t know you as well as Calcine and Sparky; if we get a fourth, she''ll have it even harder." As much as this whole thing sucked. Brandy knew this was really long overdue. Having arge team of Pok¨¦mon wasn''t easy. You had to juggle a lot of rtionships. There was only so much time to give and attention to spare. She felt she knew Morgan well, and if she''d just stuck to the n, this would have been a celebration. But she hadn''t. That was the issue. "I promised you time, and I didn''t give it," Brandy said, "I put Calcine before you." "It''s understandable, really! I mean, look at her." Morganughed, waving a wing to epass the nine-foot-four giantess with beautifully carved muscles who towered over them. "I understand why Sparky had to be first. She deserves it. She''s done so much." "Aw, you do care," Sparky said, skirting around Calcine and Brandy to hug Morgan as the water cooled. Morgan wrapped a wing around her, and Sparky snuggled into it. "You''re fun to have around Morgan. Always make me smile." She sniffed and scrunched up her nose in disgust. "Need to wash better. You smell like witch cum." "Ceridwen had quite an experience. There was some ssh," Morgan smirked. "Yourpliments have been noticed, Sparky, and they are appreciated. Now, be a good bug and clean me up if you think you can do better." Sparky eagerly jumped into it, ruffling Morgan''s feathers as the Murkrow tried not to be bowled over by the enthusiasm. She turned her attention higher, all the way up to the mountain of a woman above. "Calcine, as much as I love butting heads with you, I respect you. You''re powerful, smart, and very easy to love." "And you like my new ass." Calcine chuckled, shaking her hip Morgan''s way. "I adore your new ass," Morgan nodded, "It''s a wee huge addition. Are you going to stay a Coalossal?" "Not sure," Calcine rumbled. "Probably not. It doesn''t feel quite right. I don''t want to overshadow you all. You can all enjoy it while itsts." "It''ll be a shame when you''re smaller," Morgan sighed as Sparky dived in to get her fingers deep in her feathers. "I''ll enjoy the masterpiece while it''s still in view." "I am d my butt can bring a little harmony to the group," Calcine smiled. "We''ll get mad at each other, but if we can talk it out, we''ll always be a strong team." Brandy gripped Calcine''s hand and squeezed it. "Yeah, I feel a lot less bad now that I''m talking about it. I really am sorry, Morgan. I''ll do better." "I''d hold you to it, but I know you''re serious." Morgan tugged Sparky over into the cooler water cascading from Calcine. Pressing everyone into one big, messy hug. "And don''t think being huge puts you on top, Calcine. I just learned Hurricane and Sucker Punch. I''m kind of a big deal right now." "Stealing my catchphrase," Calcine wrapped her arms around everyone, squeezing them and picking them up briefly with a chorus of excited squeaks. "Murkrow are such sneaks. Morgan, I promise you. When I make you learn your ce, it won''t be just because I''m bigger." "Two Moves is big," Brandy said, "Something we should celebrate." "I have ruined the celebration mood, haven''t I?" Morgan sighed, giving Sparky a hug and nuzzling her chin into the top of her yellow hair until she wriggled madly in the group hug. How about I do my job on this team ande up with some clever ideas to make everything better?" "Please," Brandy nodded, relief flooding her. "Show off your wicked mind for us." "Flying types love a bit of independence. Brandy, take me on a date. Just you and me." Morgan said, "Give me a chance to get into your heart more. And, just so the group doesn¡¯t feel left out. I have the perfect rider for this." She let Sparky out of her wing and pushed her into Calcine''s hand until she gripped around Sparky and lifted her up, her legs kicking as Calcine aloft. "Arceus fuck me, she''s such a giantess!" Sparky squealed. "This is cool!" "Good," Morgan nodded. "Because you two are also going on a date." "With Brandy?" Calcine said, "Two dates?" "No. You are going to take Sparky on a date while I take Brandy on one." This was a genuinely incredible idea, and Brandy could feel Calcine''s thighs bouncing against hers in excitement. Brandy had to agree, that was going to be so good, the only bad part of this n was she wouldn''t get to see it! Morgan picked up on Brandy''s excitement, dipping in to give Brandy a wet kiss. "Does the Trainer approve of my devious ns? I''m not going to do any work for it; you, Brandy, are going to organize it all for me. I expect to be pampered." "Absolutely," Brandy nodded. "My hot witchy bird partner deserves something special. I''ll not disappoint." "Perfect. Then the mood is officially good again." Morgan smiled. "So! What did I miss in that fight? It sounded like it got pretty wild before I turned up." Brandy just kissed her, wrapping her arms around the feathery neck and letting the conversation roll over her as Sparky and Calcine hugged and told little snippets. Her heart felt like it had been torn out momentarily, genuinely scared for her rtionship. But they''d worked together to stitch it back in, and now things would be stronger than ever. It was worth the effort and that bit of misery. Everything had turned out so nice in the end. "Brandy Joyce." a woman called out as she entered the shower. "I''ve been looking for you." She cut all conversation dead in shock because her look was just that arresting. Completely naked, the eyes were immediately drawn to the gorgeous ck tattoos running all along her tanned skin. ck flowers that broke apart into ck mes and back again, hearts with thorns wrapped around them hidden among the rather intricate designs. Her figure was also incredible, incredibly fit, tall enough she might have an inch or two on Brandy, and curves that weren''t excessive but were sufficient to make the heart beat excitedly. She looked like what Brandy desperately hoped she might have with a few year''s inheritance. Her hair was a mussy ck pixie cut, the very tips a white that gave her a striking two-tone, and her eyes had changed until they were a sea of pink so deep it was almost red, with a ck pupil floating on it that darted over everyone in the room. "Professor Joan." she said, "I''m helping Mercury judge thepetition. We were very impressed with your performance." Being a Professor just deepened the shocked silence. Professors were Trainers who''d been so sessful in their careers they were given free rein and the funding to do whatever they wished. Tame a Legendary, do tough research with difficult Pok¨¦mon, or shepherd the next generation. They were living legends with an inheritance so strong they could go toe-to-toe with some Pok¨¦mon. Being cornered in a shower by one was a little terrifying. Especially since Brandy had apparently fucked her daughter. But who had she slept with that had a Professor as a mother? Surely that would havee up. Wren? No, she wouldn''t be able to judge a tournament fairly. Victoria? The Noibat-loving girl didn''t seem like she had a typical family, and Brandy doubted a Professor would let her daughter be out on her own. "I do love a woman with a strong style. That''s an incredible punk look," Morgan said, breaking the silence. "Surprised you don''t have any piercings, though. Skin too tough?" "Oh, I got plenty." Professor Joan smirked and poked her tongue out at Morgan, a silver tongue stud stamped right in the center of it. Then kept poking it out. And out. And out. A whole foot pierced tongue, a chain of little silver studs running along it in regr intervals, and she curled it to show it off with unmistakable pride. Two-tone hair. Punky. Ridiculously Long Tongue. Piercings. Bottomless confidence. A clear oral fixation. Oh no. Brandy knew exactly who this was now, and she hated it. "You''re Shay''s mom." Brandy groaned. Professor Joan snapped her tongue back in with a crack that made Sparky moan, the motion clearly disturbing her imagination. "Very good, Brandy. Mercury said you were smart. So, how has my wayward daughter been doing? She never calls." Brandy had patched things up with Morgan. Now she just had to exin to the scariest woman she''d ever met that she''d had to fuck some sense into her delinquent daughter after she''d caught her Morpeko stealing. This shower was going to be in her nightmares for weeks. 228 – Monster Mom 228 ¨C Monster Mom Brandy had met a Professor when she was young at a Sweetheart Celebration. She was so overawed that she hadn''t been able to ask the woman with hair like rainbow ss and a cloak of shimmering snowkes anything. Cherry had eventually rescued her from her awkward moment, and they''d spent the rest of the day blowing bubbles, eating fancy little choctes, and spying on the Professor to see if she''d do anything cool. She hadn''t flexed her power, but she didn''t need to. The way all the other adults treated her like she was a Legendary walking among them was enough to make it a sight to behold. It had been so much fun to see all these imposing adults acting like excitable schoolgirls around her, all while she just calmly spoke to important people until they went as quiet with awe as Brandy had. Professor Joan inspired awe but for apletely different reason. She just exuded so much shameless confidence, hips cocked and grinning wide after she''d shocked them all to silence with her long tongue disy. "You all look like you think you''re in trouble," Professor Joan said, water sshing around her feet as she paced across the shower to them. She got amongst the group, running a hand along the back of Morgan''s wings and a hand down Sparky''s spine, the Joltik''s fur crackling as her body shivered. "Maybe you all are; Shay had some nice things to say about you, Brandy. But that girl is usually up to some scheme; you haven''t been a bad influence, have you?" The question was just so unfair. Shay was the one who was a menace! "Her Morpeko was stealing berries, but we spoke with her, and she promised to make it up to the owner." Brandy said, "She never mentioned her mom was a Professor." "She finds me embarrassing," Professor Joanughed, "Determined to make a name for herself without my help, the little scamp." "That''s one way of describing her," Sparky said warily. "It is!" Joan booped Sparky on the nose with a finger, then swiveled to look up at Calcine, taking her in with her head tilted. I hear you did a lot more than have a word with her. She''s very eager for a rematch. After watching you today, I can see why. You''re a very unusual Trainer, Brandy." "I just love my Partners and want the best for them," Brandy said, "Shay included. I didn''t want her to get in trouble, and we left as friends." "Friends, is it? She seemed lovestruck to me. You a heartbreaker, Brandy?" Professor Joanughed, and then a swarm of ck feathers descended on her. She darted back, her hand stabbing out to get under Morgan''s chin as she reformed in front of her, arms outstretched, ready to sh. She tilted Morgan''s head up, fingers striking the front of her throat as Morgan stared daggers at her. "Rude." Joan tutted. "You''re the one ying games," Morgan said in a sharp voice that could have cut steel. "I know when a woman is just preening her feathers." Messing with a Professor was a terrible idea, but pissing off one of her partners? That was even worse in Brandy''s eyes. She stepped in, cing a hand on Joan''s tattooed bicep. "If you''re going to ruin the mood, you''re going to have to go." Calcine cracked her knuckles, and Sparky blew an electric kiss Joan''s way, grinning madly. Professor Joan raised her hands in cation and stepped back from Morgan. "That was rude of me, sorry. I''m being overprotective. Shay oftenins I scare away her girlfriends." "Do you?" Morgan said, straightening out her hat as Brandy smoothed her feathers with water. "Well, sometimes. Shay is attracted to troublemakers like a Ribombee to honey," Professor Joan said with a dirtyugh. "The idea that she might have set her sights on a good influence shows that she never fails to surprise." "I''m an angel," Sparky nodded, "Never done a thing wrong in my life." The sheer size of that lie made Joanugh. "I know what Bug Types are like. Nice try. But I am sorry. I''ve made a terrible first impression being a cheeky bitch. Can I go again?" Brandy was tempted to say no, but Joan seemed genuinely sorry, and she was incredibly easy on the eyes. The tattoos were so fascinating to look at in the water, and she had a body Brandy desperately wanted for herself. She understood Wren a little better as body envy crept in. Moms should not be allowed to look this good. It was unfair. "Sure," Brandy said, "All Moms get to be a little weird." "You''ve no idea," Joan said, then looked thoughtfully at Brandy. "Actually, maybe you do. You are Fenny''s kid." She''d met Fenny! Oh no, no wonder she was suspicious of Joyces. Brandy felt Calcine take up position behind her, hands on Brandy''s shoulders to give her some support. "What do you want?" Calcine asked bluntly, "Not to be rude, but we want to celebrate." "Of course!" Joan dipped her head. "I like to take my time with thedies, but I''ll speed this up just for you. I have a good reason to be here. I''m the reason you found Morgan." "You?" Morgan raised an eyebrow. "I''ve never met you. I have met your daughter, but it was a rather terse meeting. She yed the fool. I sent her on her way." "That does sound like Shay. She knew where to look because I asked her to check in on you," Professor Joan said, getting under her own shower head and letting the water run through her ck hair with the white tips. Annoyingly, it stayed immactely styled, as if her hair was stronger than the water. Could you inherit good hair? Brandy wanted to inherit that. Hers took ages to get right if the spikes copsed. "We were worried you''d been afflicted with something nasty." "It was just a bad experience," Morgan said. ¡°Brandy helped me work through it. If that was your work, then I am thankful for that. Not a lot. It seems it was mostly idental." Wow, Morgan really did not like thisdy. It made sense that Morgan felt a little raw right now. Joan had really picked the wrong time to mess with them. Maybe she''d been expecting the mood to be lighter? Still, she could read between the lines. "You''re not here to talk about the match we just had, are you?" Brandy said, "You were worried about Morgan leaving suddenly. You''ve been speaking to Fenny. This is about the bond troubles Mardi and the rest are having." Professor Joan nodded. "I wanted to lighten the mood before talking about it, fucked that one up. That one''s on me." "Ah, forget about it," Sparky shrugged. "Sometimes jokes don''tnd. You worry about that, and you''ll never stop worrying." "A Joltik spitting facts," Joan clucked her tongue. ¡°And you were a thunderbolt in that fight, too. That really impressed me. Even Mercury had to give you a little grudging respect. Brandy, your team is really fascinating." "Sparky''s an exceptional Joltik," Calcine said, "Brandy just drew out what was already there." "Oh, oh, so Brandy can''t be bullied, but you''re all going to tease the shit out of me!" Sparky huffed, burying her face in Calcine''s thigh. "Stop saying nice things about me, you evil bitches." Calcine patted the bug''s head as Joan grinned. "See? That''s what I mean! Strange but sweet. You''ve got a knack for understanding Pok¨¦mon that reminds me a little of myself." That puffed up Brandy''s ego a bit. A Professor saying you got talent wasn''t a small thing at all. They were some of the most talented people on earth. She couldn''t stop a smile, and Joan noticed it, clicking a finger gun at her. "Not saying it to butter you up, mean it. I''ve met your Wooloo Fanclub." "Her what?" Morgan snorted. "Tell me more." "You''ll find out." Joan grinned. "I have to keep this quick, with apetition to judge." Brandy doubted that; she just wanted Brandy to find out first-hand. She really was Shay''s mother with her love for mischief. "Back to business," Professor Joan pped. "We thought Morgan was afflicted by this problem, but we were clearly wrong there. Good job on all that, by the way, Brandy. I hope Morgan''s happy." "I''ve been keeping myself amused," Morgan smirked. "You got to see some of that in the arena." "I saw things I won''t unsee. No wonder Shay couldn''t handle you. Never seen a Ghost Pok¨¦mon tap out before." Apliment was precisely what Morgan needed to warm up to Joan a little. She preened her feathers as the Professor continued. "I''ve been speaking to Fenny about her research into Mardi, Gilly, and Zipper''s broken bonds. When she''s avable." Right, Fenny and Scoria were trying to have a kid. They were probably busy. Fenny never let sex stop her from answering calls, but with how worked up Scoria had been, it was likely Fenny wasn''t able to talk coherently even if she could prop a phone up against the pillow. "We said we''d keep an eye out for trouble but haven''t seen any yet," Brandy said. "Nothing drastic anyway. It''s just the usual rtionship drama." "It is blessedly rare," Professor Joan said. "But I bring it up because I have Shay chasing down some leads in Spikemuth for me, and I''d like you to find her when you get there." "Why?" Calcine asked, "Is she in trouble?" "Not yet, but it''s a town of punk rockers and goth girls. She will get into trouble, which keeps me up at night. I''ll owe you if you can cor her and make her report in." Professor Joan said, "If you can actually rub off some of your good behavior on Shay, I''ll let you marry her." "Pass," Brandyughed. ¡°But we can do the check up if nobody minds?" "I will make a thousand goth girls mad at me if that''s what it takes," Sparky said, rubbing her cheek against Brandy''s leg. "They can all line up to sit on me, and it won''t stop me from my task." "She couldn''t even handle one goth witch bird," Morgan snorted. "I doubt Shay can get in that much trouble." "Shay and trouble are the same word." Joanughed. "She takes after me far too much." "I''m all for watching Morgan and goth girls battle it out," Calcine shrugged. "I''m up for it." "Sweet, I''ll owe you. Nothing to do with the tournament, but I''ll make it worth your time some other way." Joan pped, "So! While I''m here, do you want to hear your battle review and scoring? I can wait until you''re dressed if you prefer." "No, your naked ass is a lot better than your personality." Morgan said, "Let''s hear it." "My ass is fantastic, that''s true. Try to keep up while I shake it." Brandy doubted Morgan would, but that''s all part of being good partners. The ones who weren''t taken in by the view could fill in the ones who were. Teamwork! 229 – A Little Bit Better 229 ¨C A Little Bit Better "So I can give you a long, boring breakdown of why the score is what it is. But you won''t learn much from it," Professor Joan said as she paced about the shower, water sshing off her skin. She took great enjoyment out of closely examining all of Brandy''s team, Brandy included, from tip to toe. She was handsy, prodding, and touching without an ounce of shame, and yet it was never too much. The attention was even a little gratifying. She genuinely seemed excited to be looking at them all. As bad as their introduction had been, Joan was fun to be stuck in a shower with. The mood had been pretty heavy, some emotional mistakes had been made, and it was clear Morgan wasn''tpletely over it all. Professor Joan had done her part to lighten the mood by teasing Morgan. Shamelessly brushing her shapely hips against Morgan''s wings as she walked amongst the group. "If you want, I can highlight areas for improvement andpliment what you may not have realized you did well." Joan said, "It''ll stick in the head better. I rmend it, but it''s your pick." "Actually," Brandy said, "I was wondering something before you started. Why aren''t you with Wren? It seems like you''d want to support the losers more." "Excellent question!" Professor Joan said as she nted her butt firmly in the crook of Morgan''s wing. Morgan squeezed her wing around Joan''s body, feathers brushing over her tattoos as she copped a feel of the Professor''s ass. Morgan''s worries might not be fully resolved, but the Dark wasn''t about to let all that get in the way of her enjoying the feeling of a good butt. "My Partner, Glossia, is with her right now. She''s well suited for cheering up a team of Ghost Types, and I think you''ll agree Wren doesn''t need tactical advice. She needs some confidence. Glossia will show her she can handle much more than she thinks." Well, that sounded both exciting and exhausting. Hopefully, Wren could still use her legs the next time Brandy saw her. "You made it sound like Glossia is your only partner," Calcine said, "That''s strange for a Professor." "Only ever needed the one," Professor Joan grinned. "I was a Bond Trainer when I was younger. Glossia and I have been together ever since she was little. Can you guess what Pok¨¦mon they are?" "From your ck hair with white tips, tongue, and tattoos." Brand said, "I feel she has to be an Obstagoon." Professor Joan flicked her hair back and gave her best grin. Her teeth looked a little sharper than was natural, not the kind of shark-toothed chompers Brandy loved, but a bit more dangerous than most. "Aren''t you smart? You''re right, of course. Glossia was just a troublemaking Zigzagoon when we first met, but we hit it off, so naturally, it was like fate. I inherited her Quick Feet, and that awoke something in me. The feeling of being so close to a Pok¨¦mon, you not only start looking like them but gain a little bit of their power?" Professor Joan kissed her fingertips, "Mwah. A beautiful thing. Inheritance is my passion as a Professor. I''ve only ever had one Partner, but we''ve earned me over forty inherited abilities and a long list of lovers that are so much fun to drop in on now and then." Forty Abilities! That seemed incredibly excessive. Most Trainers didn''t even get into double digits. Brandy only had two herself: Sparky''s Compound Eyes and Calcine''s Steam Engine. She was reasonably sure it wouldn''t be long before Morgan added her own, whatever it was. She should ask her what it was on their date; it might be a subtle one. Professor Joan showed off by drawing in a breath, and all the shower water bent in the air to flow towards her. It stted against Morgan''s wing and ran through the feathers to sink into her tanned skin. She breathed hard and squeezed Morgan, pressing the breath out of the Murkrow''s lungs. Professor Joan had a glow to her skin that made her pop out against the bathroom tiles. It was an impressive showing of what she could do. It was not as powerful as a Pok¨¦mon Move, but the abilities weren''t. They were perks, sometimes really nice perks, but still just perks. "Water Absorb. Cool right? What I loved in your match is that you both have abilities I want to inherit but never got the chance." Joan sighed wistfully, "Wren''s Disguise is incredible, and she uses it cleverly. I''m very envious of her. Your Steam Engine isn''t quite as exciting, Brandy, but it is handy. You''ll be able to oust most Trainers on your level, and with enough heat or water, you can really punch above your weight." "Well, you can''t have Calcine," Sparky said, "I got a date with her." "Are you sure?" Joan said. "We could turn that date into a threesome? Let this Professor show you both a trick or two. I already have Compound Eyes, but I''m all for testing my eyesight." "No, thank you," Calcine said as she stroked her giant fingers through Sparky''s shoulder fur as the water hammered down on them. Her skin was smoking from her internal heat, wisps of evaporating water curling off her, and it looked so damn sexy. "The offer is tempting, but I''ve been offered Sparky all for myself, and I didn''t realize until now how much I wanted that." Sparky squirmed in Calcine''sp excitedly but was held down by Calcine''s firm grip. She was almost twice the size of Sparky, yet they were so incredibly at ease with each other that it seemed natural. Brandy was happy for them both. They deserved a night together. Long timeing. "You know humans used to turn into prunes?" Sparky said as she melted back into Calcine''s fingers, the water cascading down her fur. "Sparky, what are you talking about?" Brandy said, "I don''t get the joke." "No, I''m serious! Old humans were so weird. You put them in water, and they turned into prunes. Super wrinkly. Common knowledge! They need all the Inheritance they can get, or they''re just wrinkly fruit." That soundedplete nonsense, but Brandy wasn''t entirely sure it was a lie, so she settled for a nonmittal nod. She''d look it upter. "I feel Morgan would love to get to know my ass more," Joan said, "Not a wrinkle in sight, it''s perfectly smooth. You have a feel babe, and I''ll be good and get us back on track. You picked which exnation you want, Brandy?" "I''d like the fun exnation," Brandy said, trying to steer things back on track. Tell me the major things you think I did right and what I did wrong." "Right!" Joan put an arm around Morgan''s shoulder and pressed the Murkrow to her side. Morgan''s lousy mood melted away under the squish of a fit woman and a nice ass in her hand. Joan seeded with Morgan using actions where she failed with words, and Brandy took notes forter. "So you closing on her early was very smart, the zipline was especially clever. You yed things well, closing in on her and turning it into a melee battle. Even when Wren got tricky, you had the physical edge on her. Keep ying to your strengths like that, and you''ll do well." Brandy felt a bubble of pride, more for her having noints about Sparky than her own actions. Their start had fallen apart, but she was d to get it confirmed it wasn''t forck of effort. "I will say you were a little too open to Wren''s needs," Joan said, holding up a hand as Brandy opened her mouth to object. "Don''t get me wrong! The crowd absolutely ate up your dynamic. Mercury nearly blew out her microphone when you copied her dick, and the crowd was just feral. You''ve earned yourself a reputation as a big-hearted trainer today. Dinah listened to you more than Wren in that match; that''s impressive. Even Dragon Aces can¡¯t usually pull that off and beingmanding is their whole thing; you really dig into a woman''s wants and needs and try your best to satisfy them. People will remember that." "It works," Morgan said, letting Joan out of her wing and crossing the shower to scoop up Brandy instead. That''s why it''s hard to be mad at her. She genuinely cares about what you want." Brandy kissed Morgan''s cheek to show she recognized the Murkrows'' feelings. Morgan was mad at her, but it was taking effort. Brandy could work on that. "Well, as a Professor," Joan said, "I encourage you to experiment with doing things in a new way; I''m just warning against being too soft. There''s fun to be had in friction. It''s nice to have a woman who wants to please you. But you want to elevate that technique, learn when not giving them what they want makes things better." "I''ll educate her," Morgan said, sinking her ws into Brandy''s side. The pinpricks of her fingernails sent pleasurable thrills along Brandy''s skin. "I think that''s a lesson I can really make stick." Scary thought. But exciting. "Perfect." Joan grinned. "Your fighting was a little sloppy, but that''s something that''lle with practice. Emotionally, the fight was a st to watch. The sex was good, and the orgasms were great. Your Lucky Chant bet was a fun way to keep things fresh, and your Maid outfits give you a fun team style. I think the group split up a bit too much near the end. You could have gotten a bit more involved with each other, but you gave everyone something to do, and nobody left unhappy. The final scores aren''t judged until the whole round ends, but I''d expect you to be in the top five." That was good, but the way the tournament worked, early sess meant you fought the other people on the top in the next round. Her next match would be against someone tough if she ced that high. Maybe not thepetition''s leader, but another of the top five. She needed all the advice she could get. "Ultimately, I want your takeaway to be that your method might be new and exciting, but it''s still going to be hard to learn." Joan tapped her heart. "It might seem simple in the moment, but faced with a Mercury-sized dick strapped to your waist, most women are going to want you to fold them into a ball and fuck them stupid. Outside of that, it''s not going to be so simple. Not everyone is honest with themselves. You''ll have to learn how to read people better than they know themselves." "I''m not great at that," Brandy slicked back her hair. "I can do it with Pok¨¦mon really well, but humans, I struggle." "You''re a beginner, Brandy, a promising one." Joan smiled, "Believe me, everybody has a lot to learn when they''re starting out. I spent a year trying to woo Glossia. I had to be honest about what I wanted before she epted me. It was hard, but it was worth it. You did good with Wren, I think you''ve set that woman up really nicely for her future. For that alone, you''ll get a well-deserved good score. But that might mean your next fight is against a Trainer whose only clear desire is she and her team just want to fuck you stupid, and what then? Are you just going to take a loss?¡± "No," Brandy said, "If they''re that simple, I''d ... find something." Brandy knew that was ame answer. Professor Joan had a great point. What could she do when she faced someone like that? Just lying back and taking it didn''t feel right. There had to be more about it than that. "Think about it," Joan said, patting Brandy''s cheek. ¡°Get a bit of training. Talk with Mercury once she''s free; she knows the head stuff a lot better. Now then, I''d like to review a few other little bits before we all turn into prunes." Brandy was still pretty sure that wasn''t a thing. Going over the fight y-by-y with a true expert was engrossing enough that Brandy regretted not asking for the long answer. She genuinely loved Pok¨¦mon fights, and it made her long for a partner who put the fighting above the fucking. A Fighting or Poison Type would be a fantastic fit for that as the fourth member when they got one. Something to think about. Not just because Brandy liked thinking about Pok¨¦mon. Though it didn''t hurt. When Joan finally had to leave, Brandy checked herself over from top to bottom. Not a single wrinkle. Sparky was so full of it! 230 – The Coalossal Weight of Missing No Talent 230 ¨C The Coalossal Weight of Missing No Talent It was a relief to see Professor Joan''s back, and not just because Morgan had been hiding her butt with her wings so only she could enjoy the sight. Shay''s mom was surprisingly fun and smoking hot but was also really intense to be around. Professors were the best of the best, and Joan acted with a level of confidence that actually suited that position. Her body was wless, and Brandy had the remarkable Joltik eyes that let her really check closely on it. Everything about her had been refined exactly to Joan''s wishes; Brandy was seeing what a Trainer could aplish with decades of inheritance, and it was both awe-inspiring and almost impossible not to envy. Professor Joan made Brandy feel small and awkward, which wasn''t something Brandy was used to. Her Partners were a realfort to draw her back from that mood; she listened to them talk as they dressed and fell into their hugs. The first impression Joan made with her partners had been terrible, but she''d put in the work to turn it into a good mood before leaving. That was almost as good a lesson to learn from as the ones she''d openly shared, that you didn''t have to let a bad experience poison a rtionship if you were willing to work on it. It made Brandy think of Maple and her team, especially Mahi. She wasn''t exactly friends with the Goldeen now, but with Maple''s prodding and a little more honesty between them, Brandy felt they might actually get there with time. Working on a rtionship was tough, especially when you had some bad memories, but as Joan had proved, if you wanted it and put in the effort, you could turn things around. Morgan was giving Brandy a final check over, making sure her shirt was on perfectly. This was mainly an excuse to tug at her Trainer''s sides and sneak in a few nipping kisses on Brandy''s earlobes. Brandy got fingers in the Murkrow tail and stroked them in return, the feathers swishing around her hand as Morgan hummed happily into her neck. "I''m going to make things up to you," Brandy mumbled as Morgan''s teeth grazed her ear. "A dream date, you''ll see." "You got nothing," Morgan whispered to Brandy. "But I know my Trainer is exceptional at improvising in a tight spot, so I''m looking forward to it." "I love you, you know," Brandy whispered back, turning her head to look her partner in the eyes under the shade of her hat. "You''ve grown on me so fast. It''s been so fun seeing you get to spread-." "If you do a spread my wings metaphor, I''m going to introduce you to my new Sucker Punch," Morgan smirked back and patted Brandy''s cheek. "I was a little upset at you, but right now, I am enjoying myself. You are forgiven. For now. However, make sure it''s a really good date. I''ve expensive tastes." Cheek. Brandy let Morgan go with a pat on the butt. See how she likes it for a change! Turns out she liked it a lot because as soon as Brandy turned, Morgan ran back and pped Brandy''s ass, then ran past out onto the ship''s deck cackling. "Oh, that sucks!" Sparky grumped, "Now if I do that, I''ll just be copying her." "You could p my ass?" Calcine said, turning to offer the side of it up to Sparky. "Break my fingers," Sparky snorted, "And I''d have to find adder ... Brandy,e here!" Brandy had just gotten her shirt neat and tidy, but her partners needed her, so she stepped up. Sparky gracefully mbered up her sides to sit on her shoulders and wind up her arm as her thighs pressed into Brandy''s cheeks. The ass p was so loud it made Brandy''s ears ring, and she felt the squeeze on her head as Sparky''s legs tightened and the bug bent over to rest her chest on the top of Brandy''s head. "Fuuuuuck," Sparky whined, "My palm feels like I tried to fist a stove." "You won''t get to do that on our date." Calcine said, "Unless you get me really drunk." The silence that followed was incredibly worrying. Brandy knew Sparky was already calcting how many drinks it''d take to get a nine foot two woman of rock and fire drunk. She squeezed the piggybacking Joltik''s hands, pressing her fingers into Sparky''s palms. "I like these hands. You two have to look after each other. Don''t do anything I wouldn''t." "Wow," Sparky snorted. "What a huge list of things off the table for us, Calcine. How will we ever manage with all those rules?" Brandy turned her head and got a nice bite on Sparky''s thigh. It didn''t help prove her responsibility, but the squeal she got was so gratifying it was worth it. Walking outside took some careful stepping, thanks to Brandy''s passenger. Even sitting up on Brandy''s shoulders, Sparky only reached the bottom of Calcine''s chin. Sparky was taking a rare chance to lean against the giant Carkol''s arm like some besotted lover. Which she kind of was. The pair of them were so earnestly sweet on each other that it was worth putting Brandy''s shoulders through the effort of lugging the Joltik about. Outside, Morgan had already found trouble, taking the center spot in a small flock of Wingull women who were absolutely barraging her withpliments and offering her bites from their chip cones. They were all wearing brand-new straw sunhats and practically bouncing excitedly as they barraged the Murkrow with questions. Morgan''s takeover of the local bird gang was a little side adventure Brandy hadn''t really paid much attention to, but maybe she could include them in her date. Chip cones were cheap. She was confident she could buy them enough to rope them into some kind of scheme. Something to think about. The deck was packed with people who''de to watch the fights or take the chance to pick up women in a crowd, and with drinks flowing freely, the atmosphere was pretty wild. The glowing arena walls had a "Next Fight Soon!" message glittering over them, and people were making their own entertainment while they waited. There was music ying from a boombox someone had set up, and a couple of people were dancing with a Ciino, at least three different women using her long fluffy tail as both scarf and rope and shamelessly rubbing themselves against her. One of the ship''s railings was buckling under the weight of a Carracosta who''d risen out of the water and was having a st showing off. Her powerful arms and cool spiky shell mask were being admired by a few blushing women in swimsuits who looked like they were one flex away from fainting. No wonder tournaments were so popr. It got people so hyped up they were drawing in Pok¨¦mon. "Brandy! Brandy!" Turning to the calling voices, Brandy only got a glimpse of white before being consumed by an onrushing wooly tide. She stumbled, nearly falling to the deck, kept up by Calcine''srge hand on her side as the Coalossal refused to be moved by the mob of Wooloo who''d jumped them. It didn''t save her from the noise, an endless barrage of excitedly squealed statements. "It''s the Joltik too! Aw, look at the little cutie!" "She''s got such nice definition now. She''s inherited!" "The Carkol was not this tall before! Were we just far away?" "I want her to bite my fingers!" "Oh, I know her mom, she''s really friendly. Like, really, really friendly~" "Brandy Shots! Brandy Shots!" "Hey, hey,dies, slow down!" Brandyughed, waving her arms. "You must be my fan club?" The Wooloo all fell silent, staring at her with big golden eyes. Brandy had the briefest moment of fear at being the center of that much attention before their sheepish expressions turned into the most adorable, toothy smiles. "She made us official!" They sounded so proudly possessive about it that. Calcine patted a few Wooloo on the head as her grip tightened on Brandy, just in case she needed saving. "Are you all from Lea''s gym? I think I see some new faces." Sparky said, "I''ll let you all kiss Brandy if I get one too." "No!" Calcine snapped quickly as the Wooloo all leaned in, ready to pounce, "Ladies. As lovely as this is, we''d like to enjoy the tournament. We''ve got a friend to support." There was a theatrical ''Ooh'' at that, and one of the wooly women called out, "That''s Maple! I know that Brandy fact!" Brandy fact? "Maple, let me eat her out at her gym challenge," another said proudly. "She called me a good girl. I supported her friend!" This brought on a chorus of cheers that Brandy couldn''t help butugh at. Their enthusiasm was infectious, and while her Steam Engine was purring along nicely after a shower, emotionally, Brandy really wanted a moment of calm and a drink. "Ladies!" Brandy said, raising her voice and patting Sparky''s thighs loudly until they all settled down. "We''re going to be in Hulberry for a bit. Come find me tomorrow, and I''ll be happy to get properly introduced." "But for today," a voice called out, "She''s mine." Parting the Wooloo seas, Maple''s blonde hair caught the sun in a perfect golden glow. She strode through the crowd and grabbed Brandy by the arm. "Come on, there''s private areas for the Trainers. You should get there before more people mob you. You are very popr right now." "People liked my fight?" Brandy grinned. "Brandy," Maple tutted, "You''ve made it almost impossible for me to follow your show. Come on, Marina''s getting drinks. I think you''ve earned a few." "Can we do body shots?" Calcine asked. "Well, that''s on you to convince Brandy. I still have a fight, so I can''t drink." "Brandy let us taunt Maple with body shots," Sparky said. "She''s going to be so envious." The things she did for these dopes. She''d just got dressed! 230 – The Coalossal Weight of Missingno Talent 230 ¨C The Coalossal Weight of Missingno Talent It was a relief to see Professor Joan''s back, and not just because Morgan had been hiding her butt with her wings so only she could enjoy the sight. Shay''s mom was surprisingly fun and smoking hot but was also really intense to be around. Professors were the best of the best, and Joan acted with a level of confidence that actually suited that position. Her body was wless, and Brandy had the remarkable Joltik eyes that let her really check closely on it. Everything about her had been refined exactly to Joan''s wishes; Brandy was seeing what a Trainer could aplish with decades of inheritance, and it was both awe-inspiring and almost impossible not to envy. Professor Joan made Brandy feel small and awkward, which wasn''t something Brandy was used to. Her Partners were a realfort to draw her back from that mood; she listened to them talk as they dressed and fell into their hugs. The first impression Joan made with her partners had been terrible, but she''d put in the work to turn it into a good mood before leaving. That was almost as good a lesson to learn from as the ones she''d openly shared, that you didn''t have to let a bad experience poison a rtionship if you were willing to work on it. It made Brandy think of Maple and her team, especially Mahi. She wasn''t exactly friends with the Goldeen now, but with Maple''s prodding and a little more honesty between them, Brandy felt they might actually get there with time. Working on a rtionship was tough, especially when you had some bad memories, but as Joan had proved, if you wanted it and put in the effort, you could turn things around. Morgan was giving Brandy a final check over, making sure her shirt was on perfectly. This was mainly an excuse to tug at her Trainer''s sides and sneak in a few nipping kisses on Brandy''s earlobes. Brandy got fingers in the Murkrow tail and stroked them in return, the feathers swishing around her hand as Morgan hummed happily into her neck. "I''m going to make things up to you," Brandy mumbled as Morgan''s teeth grazed her ear. "A dream date, you''ll see." "You got nothing," Morgan whispered to Brandy. "But I know my Trainer is exceptional at improvising in a tight spot, so I''m looking forward to it." "I love you, you know," Brandy whispered back, turning her head to look her partner in the eyes under the shade of her hat. "You''ve grown on me so fast. It''s been so fun seeing you get to spread-." "If you do a spread my wings metaphor, I''m going to introduce you to my new Sucker Punch," Morgan smirked back and patted Brandy''s cheek. "I was a little upset at you, but right now, I am enjoying myself. You are forgiven. For now. However, make sure it''s a really good date. I''ve expensive tastes." Cheek. Brandy let Morgan go with a pat on the butt. See how she likes it for a change! Turns out she liked it a lot because as soon as Brandy turned, Morgan ran back and pped Brandy''s ass, then ran past out onto the ship''s deck cackling. "Oh, that sucks!" Sparky grumped, "Now if I do that, I''ll just be copying her." "You could p my ass?" Calcine said, turning to offer the side of it up to Sparky. "Break my fingers," Sparky snorted, "And I''d have to find adder ... Brandy,e here!" Brandy had just gotten her shirt neat and tidy, but her partners needed her, so she stepped up. Sparky gracefully mbered up her sides to sit on her shoulders and wind up her arm as her thighs pressed into Brandy''s cheeks. The ass p was so loud it made Brandy''s ears ring, and she felt the squeeze on her head as Sparky''s legs tightened and the bug bent over to rest her chest on the top of Brandy''s head. "Fuuuuuck," Sparky whined, "My palm feels like I tried to fist a stove." "You won''t get to do that on our date." Calcine said, "Unless you get me really drunk." The silence that followed was incredibly worrying. Brandy knew Sparky was already calcting how many drinks it''d take to get a nine foot two woman of rock and fire drunk. She squeezed the piggybacking Joltik''s hands, pressing her fingers into Sparky''s palms. "I like these hands. You two have to look after each other. Don''t do anything I wouldn''t." "Wow," Sparky snorted. "What a huge list of things off the table for us, Calcine. How will we ever manage with all those rules?" Brandy turned her head and got a nice bite on Sparky''s thigh. It didn''t help prove her responsibility, but the squeal she got was so gratifying it was worth it. Walking outside took some careful stepping, thanks to Brandy''s passenger. Even sitting up on Brandy''s shoulders, Sparky only reached the bottom of Calcine''s chin. Sparky was taking a rare chance to lean against the giant Carkol''s arm like some besotted lover. Which she kind of was. The pair of them were so earnestly sweet on each other that it was worth putting Brandy''s shoulders through the effort of lugging the Joltik about. Outside, Morgan had already found trouble, taking the center spot in a small flock of Wingull women who were absolutely barraging her withpliments and offering her bites from their chip cones. They were all wearing brand-new straw sunhats and practically bouncing excitedly as they barraged the Murkrow with questions. Morgan''s takeover of the local bird gang was a little side adventure Brandy hadn''t really paid much attention to, but maybe she could include them in her date. Chip cones were cheap. She was confident she could buy them enough to rope them into some kind of scheme. Something to think about. The deck was packed with people who''de to watch the fights or take the chance to pick up women in a crowd, and with drinks flowing freely, the atmosphere was pretty wild. The glowing arena walls had a "Next Fight Soon!" message glittering over them, and people were making their own entertainment while they waited. There was music ying from a boombox someone had set up, and a couple of people were dancing with a Ciino, at least three different women using her long fluffy tail as both scarf and rope and shamelessly rubbing themselves against her. One of the ship''s railings was buckling under the weight of a Carracosta who''d risen out of the water and was having a st showing off. Her powerful arms and cool spiky shell mask were being admired by a few blushing women in swimsuits who looked like they were one flex away from fainting. No wonder tournaments were so popr. It got people so hyped up they were drawing in Pok¨¦mon. "Brandy! Brandy!" Turning to the calling voices, Brandy only got a glimpse of white before being consumed by an onrushing wooly tide. She stumbled, nearly falling to the deck, kept up by Calcine''srge hand on her side as the Coalossal refused to be moved by the mob of Wooloo who''d jumped them. It didn''t save her from the noise, an endless barrage of excitedly squealed statements. "It''s the Joltik too! Aw, look at the little cutie!" "She''s got such nice definition now. She''s inherited!" "The Carkol was not this tall before! Were we just far away?" "I want her to bite my fingers!" "Oh, I know her mom, she''s really friendly. Like, really, really friendly~" "Brandy Shots! Brandy Shots!" "Hey, hey,dies, slow down!" Brandyughed, waving her arms. "You must be my fan club?" The Wooloo all fell silent, staring at her with big golden eyes. Brandy had the briefest moment of fear at being the center of that much attention before their sheepish expressions turned into the most adorable, toothy smiles. "She made us official!" They sounded so proudly possessive about it that. Calcine patted a few Wooloo on the head as her grip tightened on Brandy, just in case she needed saving. "Are you all from Lea''s gym? I think I see some new faces." Sparky said, "I''ll let you all kiss Brandy if I get one too." "No!" Calcine snapped quickly as the Wooloo all leaned in, ready to pounce, "Ladies. As lovely as this is, we''d like to enjoy the tournament. We''ve got a friend to support." There was a theatrical ''Ooh'' at that, and one of the wooly women called out, "That''s Maple! I know that Brandy fact!" Brandy fact? "Maple, let me eat her out at her gym challenge," another said proudly. "She called me a good girl. I supported her friend!" This brought on a chorus of cheers that Brandy couldn''t help butugh at. Their enthusiasm was infectious, and while her Steam Engine was purring along nicely after a shower, emotionally, Brandy really wanted a moment of calm and a drink. "Ladies!" Brandy said, raising her voice and patting Sparky''s thighs loudly until they all settled down. "We''re going to be in Hulberry for a bit. Come find me tomorrow, and I''ll be happy to get properly introduced." "But for today," a voice called out, "She''s mine." Parting the Wooloo seas, Maple''s blonde hair caught the sun in a perfect golden glow. She strode through the crowd and grabbed Brandy by the arm. "Come on, there''s private areas for the Trainers. You should get there before more people mob you. You are very popr right now." "People liked my fight?" Brandy grinned. "Brandy," Maple tutted, "You''ve made it almost impossible for me to follow your show. Come on, Marina''s getting drinks. I think you''ve earned a few." "Can we do body shots?" Calcine asked. "Well, that''s on you to convince Brandy. I still have a fight, so I can''t drink." "Brandy let us taunt Maple with body shots," Sparky said. "She''s going to be so envious." The things she did for these dopes. She''d just got dressed! 231 – Show a Little Love 231 ¨C Show a Little Love Maple led them into a small booth that was joined to the arena. It was a private viewing area where trainers could watch the match without excitable fans pawing at them. There were a few in a row, no doubt, for other trainers to rx in. Saffira must have been in one of the others because she wasn''t in the one Maple opened up. Or maybe Tansy had just got lost again. Shame, Tansy''s infectious enthusiasm would have been nice to bask in for a bit. Exhaustion was a strange beast. Physically, Brandy knew she was fine; her Steam Engine was purring away happily, and her muscles felt loose and ready to spring into action. But all it took was the lightest touch of a plush velvet sofa, and Brandy felt her whole body give out. She sunk into it like she was trying to be one with the sleek, soft fabric. At that moment, she understood Dinah perfectly. The desire to merge with something soft and cuddly and take on its properties as your own. Lacking bullshit Pok¨¦mon powers, she had to settle for hugging the shit out of a giant pillow with a grinning Whimsicott printed on it. "Look at you," Maple smiled as she tucked herself in by Brandy''s side. "You really gave it your all out there." Brandy snorted and pressed her cheek against Maple''s shoulder, snuggling into her warmth. Calcine sat beside her, the whole sofa sinking under her sheer bulk and nearly tipping Brandy into herp. Which wouldn''t have been unpleasant at all, but she was stopped by Calcine''s beautifully muscled arm. Some of her red and ck hair brushed over Brandy''s side, and it wasn''t just silky soft; it had that glowing warmth of her cloak infused in it, and Brandy''s Steam Engine drank it up like it was a life-giving elixir. Mapleughed as she slid into the crater Calcine had made on the sofa, cradling Brandy against her chest, her fingers stroking through her spiky red hair. Sparky dove across everyone''sps with a cackle,nding with a heavy thump and a chorus of groans. Her cackling squeals weren''t enough punishment for what they''d done, no matter how much they all poked and prodded her. "We really showed them, huh?" Brandy said, her eyelids already drooping. Her mind was still sharp. There was no call for sleep. Her body just needed a rest and recharge. To beforted and held by her lovers, their touch helping soothe something in her that had reached its limit. "You were all incredible," Maple said as Morgan poured a ss of water and offered it. With Maple''s help, they got it to Brandy''s lips, and the cool, soothing water slid down a throat that Brandy didn''t even know had been parched. "Saffira and I were vibrating with excitement when we saw there were two of you, and then you bust out the Mercury dick! It was good that Marina was there to cool me down, or I might have fainted." "I always knew Brandy had a massive cock." Sparky nodded. "Inherited it from me." Brandy squashed the bug, massaging her palms over her back and ying with her butt. It didn''t do anything to settle her down, but it at least felt good. "The crowd adored you both," Maple went on. "It was honestly getting a bit deafening. Wren might have lost, but I''ve never seen Postwick women scream that loud. She''s going to be a town hero." Good for her. Wren hadn''t won, but she''d found herself in the match and given Brandy one hell of a challenge. She deserved all the rewards she could get. "She''ll probably want a rematch someday," Calcine said, wiping a dribble of water off Brandy''s chin. "If not in this tournament, then when she''s found her groove. We made an impression on her." "How could you not? You be a giantess," Maple gasped, "You smacked the boat so hard it rolled under our feet. And the Mercury dick! Oh god, the Mercury dick. I didn''t know I needed to see that, and then it saw it, and... oh, Arceus, that was the hottest thing I''ve ever seen." "My keen gambling senses are telling me Maple wants something from you, Brandy," Morgan grinned as she grabbed a seat on the other side of Maple, brushing her wings along Maple''s exposed shoulders, her talons tugging at the straps of her dress. "You''ve awoken an urge in your girlfriend, one that can only be satiated by that glorious Brandy dick." Maple turned a gorgeous shade of bright pink. She looked over at Brandy, her eyes dark with a need that made Brandy''s stomach flip. She could see Maple''s desire radiate off her, her hands scrunched on her light blue dress, the lip bite, the dazzling shine in her sea-blue eyes. It was so strange to see someone else be the horny mess for a change! "Brandy owes me a date," Morgan said, "But if she does an outstanding job of it, and I do mean very, very good job. I will take her shopping after and fit her with a present that both of you will treasure." "Morgan, you''re the best," Maple breathed, and she dove into pressing kisses along Brandy''s cheeks and neck. She was careful not to jostle her against Calcine, and Brandy appreciated her restraint. Morgan took the opportunity to nt a few kisses along the bare skin on Maple''s back, leaving behind ck lipstick smudges. From her smug smile, Brandy suspected she wouldn''t warn Maple she was wearing those into battle. Well, Morgan deserved her fun. Brandy wasn''t about to tattle. Besides, it truly was heaven being surrounded by her lovers and feeling their bodies against hers. Soft and sweet Maple contrasted so beautifully with the firm and powerful Calcine. Sparky as a fuzzy, plushp pet almostpleted the feeling. All that was missing was Morgan''s cooling feathers draped along her neck. "Where is Saffira?" Calcine asked, her deep voice vibrating through her chest and into Brandy''s body. Her gigantic presence was so damnedforting. Brandy had never felt so snug. "I thought you''d be trying to wheedle information out of each other." "I''d love to, but Saffira admitted she''s got a teammate she caught literallyst night. I let her go off to be in private with her, to build up somest-minute bond." "That was kind of you." "Well, she''s also clearly a Rock Ace, and I''m a Water Ace. I already have such a massive Type advantage against her that I can afford to give her a bit of mercy." Maple grinned. "The only thing that''d worry me is a Cradily. I doubt she''s lucky enough to find the perfect Rock Fossil Pok¨¦mon just lying around." "We saw a Carracosta on deck," Brandy mumbled. "She''s a Fossil type. Water and Rock. It could be Saffira''s. Maybe she is that lucky?" "She wouldn''t just be lying around on deck," Maple said, taking Calcine''s hand and bringing it over to rest on Brandy''s chest. Then she worked in tandem with Calcine to massage some titty, and well if Maple wanted to prove she could make a woman melt, she was doing an excellent job. "Unless Saffira snuck out to try to capture her and add a sneaky fourth." Maple''s eyes narrowed, and Brandy could practically feel the cogs turning in her head. "Are you all confusing my trainer?" Marina swept into the room with a tray of drinks bnced on one arm, with a poise that even Sparky might have struggled to replicate with agility. Her sparkling blue dress was extra glittery, tiny ice shards dangling off it and tinkling against her silver corset as she walked. The Lapras was intimidating; she didn''t have Calcine''s staggering height, but she made up for it by drawing on all the regal haughtiness of the old Pok¨¦mon queens. "If I am," Sparky said, "Will you sit on me?" "For a darling little bug like you, I''d do that by request." Marina smiled, and Sparky started choking in Brandy''sp as she nearly swallowed her tongue. "But perhaps not right now." Sheid out the drink tray on the booth''s table; it was a big square with insets for row upon row of shot sses filled with colorful liquid. "This is a present for you all while you watch my match," Maple exined. "I said Marina could pick out every vor she thought would be fun and then mix them all up. You can y roulette with it while we''re gone. Some of them are spicy." "Noooo," Sparky groaned. "And some of them are very sweet." "I''m back in," Sparky said. "Morgan, lend me your luck!" "You''re going to get hot sauce shots first if my luck has anything to do with it." "Brandy, you can''t let her do that! I''m too small and cute to have hot sauce shots. Calcine is the only hot thing that should be getting inside me today." Brandy leaned over and kissed her, her mouth soft and sweet against Sparky''s. "Calcine will clean out your mouth if you get a bad one, won''t you, Calcine?" Calcine just licked her lips at Sparky. Her massive tongue lolling out like that made everyone, but Marina squirm, who was happily taking a seat in front of Maple instead, leaning her head back into Maple''sp. An adorable gesture from the tall Pok¨¦mon, letting Maple pet her from on high. Brandy only had glimpses of their team dynamic, but Marina had learned to draw confidence from submitting to Maple. Brandy doubted she could pull that trick off. It really showed how different their styles were. They didn''t drink, they didn''t say anything. They all just hugged and stroked each other and enjoyed a quiet moment. Sharing out their love in silence, every caress and kiss gentle, a little sip of affection. It was all deeply erotic, and yet, not at all horny. Brandy hadn''t had much of that since she''d begun. She liked it. "I got an offer," Maple eventually piped up. "Once this tournament stage is wrapped up and we¡¯re sick of Hulbury, the girls and I are going to hire a boat to sail over to Spikemuth. We want the chance to make a bond at least or two with some deep water Pok¨¦mon. I''m not looking to expand the team, but having a future candidate or two for the spot would be great. It''ll be a long time until we''re back near the ocean again once we head on, which means we will miss ess to some of the best Water types." "That sounds lovely," Brandy nodded. "And smart, like you. What''s the offer?" "Want to join us? A Water Type wouldn''t be terrible for your team. You need something to cover your crippling weakness to Rock." "They are all putty in my hands," Calcine growled, sticking a thumb in Brandy''s mouth. She dutifully sucked on it. "I enjoy the power." Goodness. That did something for Brandy. It''s a shame Calcine wouldn''t stay as a Coalossal because the idea of being under her thumb more was very appealing. "I''ll talk it over with the team," Brandy said around Calcine''s thumb. ¡°But I think we''d all be open to it, right?" Everyone agreed, Marina smiling serenely as Maple''s n fell into ce. "It''s a date then." Maple said, "We''ll form a pirate crew and terrorize the high seas. The oceans won''t know what hit them." The speaker in the corner of the room bursts to life with a crackle of static. "Maple Haze, pleasee to the deck to prepare for your match. A staff member will direct you to your position." "Wish me luck." "You won''t need it," Morgan grinned, "Go amaze us with what you can do." "Take my luck anyway!" Brandy smiled, "I''m going to be right here." "Are you going to see any of my match?" Mapleughed, "Your partners look hungry." "I''ve got good eyes, didn''t you know? I can multi-task." "There may be a test after," Maple said as she unpicked herself from the tangle of limbs. "I''m going to make sure Mahi knows if you miss her big moment." "She''s going to have a big moment?" "It''s Mahi," Marina said as she epted Maple''s hand to pull herself up. ¡°She''ll find a way to make one. Enjoy the drinks! We''ll try to bring Saffira back with us once it''s over if I don''t pound her into the lower decks." "Oh, please do try." Sparky said, "I want to see you obliterate her. That would be hot as hell." "Maybe," Maple smiled. "She''s a tough girl. Type advantage might only carry me so far. You may have to watch me really work for it." As bad as it was for Brandy to not fully support her girlfriend in a crushing victory, she really did hope she got to see Maple work for it. Maple at work was a delight. 232 – Pre-Gaming (18+) 232 ¨C Pre-Gaming (18+) "Ladies," Morgan said, taking Maple''s spot on the sofa by Brandy''s side. "We have to address the nine-foot giantess in the room." "Nine foot four," the giantess in the room replied. A little unusually smug for her, Calcine''s lips were turned up at the edges, and she held her head high to make herself even more imposing. Even sitting down, she was massive. "I don''t think any of us have been ignoring her," Brandy grinned, pressing her head into the side of Calcine''s chest. There was just so much of it to use as a pillow. With Morgan''s wings added as a nket, Brandy didn''t need to sleep, but she wouldn''t have minded at all when she felt thisfy. Calcine''s hair was wonderful too, warm as her cloak but softer and able to finely drape over Brandy''s skin. The red and ck strands practically caressed her as they shuffled better to mold Brandy into the side of her body. "I have been captivated," Sparky giggled, legs kicking. She''d spread herself across Calcine and Brandy''sp and looked so rxed she was in danger of bing a liquid. It was cute, even if her fat tits were a lot of weight to have pressed over Brandy''s thighs. At least Brandy''s body didn''t mind Calcine¡¯s cloying warmth, drinking it up to fuel her own Steam Engine. "She''s majestic. But I am wondering if this willst until our date? I love Carkol Calcine, but I can''t lie. Coaloassal Calcine has me a bit excited." "The Fire Gem still feels hot against my skin," Calcine said, pulling the stone out of her chest. It was a good thing they''d had the forethought to make the chain on it extra long, or her neck would have snapped it like a twig. The inside was swirling with me, red and white heat mixed a little like a candy swirl. "Our fight with Wren was intense, but I spent most of it caring for Wren instead of fighting. I think it''llst until the morning. Or maybe sometime during the night." "You did spend most of the fight tonguing Wren," Morgan nodded, "I did notice that." "How could you not?" Sparky giggled, "She wasn''t exactly quiet. Calcine is ady killer." "Wren was very sensitive," Calcine smiled, looking down at Brandy wistfully. Brandy reached up to cup her cheek and enjoyed her hungry gaze. "I''m more of a challenge?" "A little bit," Calcine shrugged, "You''re pretty noisy too." She was definitely a lot more smug. Brandy squeezed Calcine''s cheek and wiggled her eyebrows, practically daring her to do something. It got a blush out of Calcine as she called her hand over Brandy''s, fingers stroking together. Was Calcine embarrassed about something? Morgan had said they needed to talk about something, and she was very in tune with Pok¨¦mon urges. What would Calcine need to talk about her new form? Well. There was one obvious contender for arge problem. "So, are we going to get to see it?" Brandy teased. "I doubt you''ve got anything to be shy about." "Oh, she''s not shy," Morgan said, "She''s conflicted." "I don''t want to spoil the mood," Calcine said, leaning her head to kiss Brandy''s fingers. "I''ll work it out. Give me time. The match is about to start." "I think we got a little time yet," Morgan leaned over to bat Calcine with her wing. "You could have fucked Wren but didn''t, you just used your tongue. I know what''s happening, and they''ll work it out." Pok¨¦mon biology was a fascinating subject that Brandy had adored at college. They were super varied, yet almost all of them had some shared traits. The ability to bond and eventually have a child with humans. A sixth sense for human arousal. A form that some people would find appealing. Hands capable of fine maniption, kissable mouths, and, of course, a cock. Brandy wouldn''t say she was an expert on Pok¨¦mon dick, that was a very hotly contested position in Gr, but she knew that they were even more special than women thought, like all Pok¨¦mon''s ability to make them somehow disappear. They didn''t actually physically disappear; they were still there, and if you got hands on, you''d find it. But they could broadcast some mental signal that switched off people''s perception of it. You just didn''t notice them, your mind sliding off what was there. It might be a gift from Arceus, giving Humans and Pok¨¦mon a chance to talk without constantly getting horribly distracted. Not that they didn''t manage it perfectly fine anyway. Still, Morgan had a point, as she often did. Calcine had been very shy about showing herself off, and Brandy didn''t want her beautiful, firey heart to feel like she needed to squirm around them. "We''re here for you," Brandy said. "Right Sparky? Morgan?" "Absolutely," Sparky said. "Bigger or smaller than me, I will be thrilled either way. I love the gorgeous bit of coal it''s attached to." "It''s not the size." Morgan said, "I think I know your actual issue, Calcine, but do you trust me enough to fix it? I have a solution." Brandy could make guesses, but it''d been clear recently that she needed to work harder to let Morgan integrate herself into the team''s hearts, so she just supported. "There''s no way you could disappoint us, Calcine, but I don''t want you to feel you have to hide yourself either. If you''re ufortable, we''ll drop it, but know we''re full of support right now." Calcine sighed, but it was a happy sigh. A valve of tension within her body released, and she smiled again as she gently pushed Sparky off herp and then brushed her free hand through Morgan''s wings. "Letting you have ns for me is terrifying. But I do trust you. You share a lot of Brandy''s craftiness when ites to making sure everyone gets what they want." "The trick is that what I want should be what everyone wants," Morgan grinned and rubbed her hands together. "Marina left us a whole tray of shots, and I think it''s about time we got some use of them." Sparky chanted ''Body Shots'' over and over again as Morgan scooped up one of the shot sses and held it up to sniff, the light glinting off the pale blue liquid inside it. "I thought they''d be vodka. These smell like gin to me. " "Good!" Sparky said as she hugged Calcine''s lower leg, her blue eyes looking reverently up her body. "My throat is going to have it rough enough tonight; I don''t need Vodka making it worse." "Well, now you''ve volunteered to be our test," Morgan said, bending to pour the shot. She applied the shot ss to Calcine''s knee and dribbled it down her skin, and Sparky caught on quick enough top it up before it got past her. There wasn''t a lot, so it only took a few seconds, but Brandy enjoyed how Calcine rolled her body underneath her, her chest pressing into Brandy''s face as her breath caught and she tried to keep from kicking her leg as Sparky''s tingling tongue brushed over her skin. "Lemony," Sparky said, smacking her lips. "I like that one, it''s good." "Darn, sours are my favorite." Morgan huffed and grabbed Sparky by the cheeks. She squeezed her fingers into them, Sparky''s eyes widened as she pulled her forward to kiss her. Calcine''s body warmed up against Brandy''s side as she watched the two tussle tongues. A tiny, needy growl rumbled in her throat, and something very briefly throbbed against Brandy''s arm. Morgan was working her up. The evil schemer. But her results were undeniable. "Another!" Sparky said as she came up for air, her cheeks bright pink. Morgan poured another and shook her head. "Wait your turn. This is a game for everyone. Brandy, are you ready?" Brandy nodded furiously. She absolutely was. Morgan went for the breasts this time, pouring the shot along the top and running down those mountainous curves to fill the cleavage. There was nothing to do to catch it all but get her face right in there and lick. Calcine''s tits were incredible, and it wasn''t just because they were big. The skin was soft and warm, yet it had a delightful firmness that the rest of Calcine''s body shared. Enough give to be pleasurable, but you could never forget that Calcine, in this form, was so incredibly powerful. It was a huge turn-on, and as Brandy ran her tongue through the valley between her mounds andpped up the gin, all the warmth and the smoky scent of Calcine made it hard to even focus on the vor. It didn''t help that Calcine had a hand supporting her ass, fingers digging in to keep her close and that Brandy''s face was just so close to those rock-hard nipples. She wanted to take one into her mouth and suckle until Calcine had to hold her close, the other ying with her spiky hair as her chest heaved madly. Brandy felt absolutely treasured and immensely aroused. The idea Calcine could be embarrassed about anything when her body had this effect was insane! Ridiculous! "Brandy?" Morgan''s voice broke through the fog, and Brandy blinked her eyes a few times as Calcine pulled her out with a light tug on her hair. "Yes?" Brandy slurred. She had a stupid smile on her face and didn''t care one bit. Calcine was too good to worry about that. "I was wondering what it tasted like," Morgan said with a sinister sparkle in her eyes. She loved being the ringleader, was that tied to her Evolution? It didn''t feel right; she indulged in it confidently, but it had to be connected somehow. It was such a unique part of her personality. Brandy licked her lips and thought about it. The gin had been rtively mild tasting but had a definite edge she was familiar with. Brandy liked her tea, and the slightly bitter floral edge of the taste stood out. "Lavender." she smiled. "Pleasant enough, but the service elevated it." "I''m d you''re having fun," Morgan grinned, then turned to Calcine, who was watching Brandy with an intensity that could have started fires. "So, you get one drink, and I will fix your problem. Because I am the best," Morgan said shamelessly. "But I''m going to need you to spread your legs and show it off for us first. Soe on, it''s time to see how colossal a Coalossal really is." Calcine nodded, her hand squeezing Brandy''s butt a little tighter as she picked her up and set her aside. She looked nervous, so Brandy gave her arm aforting squeeze. Calcine''s body was beyond gorgeous; her muscles had an incredible definition. Not bulky, just big. The idea that there was anything to be ashamed about was absolutely ridiculous. Brandy knew that, and she was pretty sure Calcine knew it. Calcine''s fears couldn''t be about herself. It had to be something from the Rock side of her personality. A conflict of loyalties. Brandy felt the edges of the problem, and it made sense, but she''d let Morgan have her moment. Besides, as Calcine slowly parted her thighs, she also put Brandy''s attention in a headlock. Sparky was no less captivated as she rocked back and forth excitedly, eye level with Calcine''s crotch. "The girls want a show, Calcine," Morgan said, running her fingers over Calcine''s lips. "Lean back and open that mouth for me, I''ll wet you up, then you can give everybody what they want." Calcine swallowed, a bit of pink in her cheeks as she leaned back on her hands. Her thick thighs flexed as she faced up to the ceiling and opened her mouth. "Is it wrong that this is already the hottest thing I''ve ever seen?" Sparky whispered. "She''s so fucking perfect." Brandy certainly couldn''t disagree. Morgan cupped Calcine''s chin with a hand as she poured the gin shot, gently massaging Calcine''s throat as she drank. A weirdly intimate motion that seemed to soothe Calcine enough to finally let loose. Something emerged from between her legs they''d all been finding ways to ignore. Looking at it, it seemed impossible that they could have done that mental trick. A long, thick, smooth column of ckness slowly unfurled, the heat radiating off it intense enough that Brandy could feel it without touching it. The air above her cock wavered from the heat, and a single drip of something that looked like molten rock rolled off the head and dripped down the shaft. "Holy shit." Brandy gulped. "It''s so big," Sparky whimpered, reaching up to touch the base. It was a cock genuinely worthy of the Coalossal name, rock-hard and throbbing, the heat rolling off of it in waves. And the size, oh, Arceus. It was a monster, but Brandy couldn''t see that as a w. Calcine was a massive Pok¨¦mon, and it was only fitting her cock reflected that. Brandy could only imagine the feeling of being speared by it, and her imagination was more than happy to run wild. "That''s a ... woof, that''s a lot," Sparky fanned herself with a hand. "You''re going to make my jaw ache." "It''s not bad," Morgan said, taking a deep breath. She''d been pretty confident, but Brandy noticed her pupils were dted, and her wings twitched nervously, the feathers fluffing out as she tried to hide her arousal. "I''ve seen bigger." "Liar," Calcine chuckled, smug pride returning to her voice. Morgan stuck her tongue out at her, but the cheeky gesture became more bashful with the blush on Morgan''s cheek. "Yeah, okay, I haven''t. You are ridiculously hung." Morgan patted Calcine''s cheek. "And you''re torn on who you want to give it to first, aren''t you? You sweet-hearted giantess?" Calcine''s gaze softened, and she nodded. "I want to share it with them both," she said, looking between Sparky and Brandy, her voice thick with guilt. "But one has to go first, and I can''t decide who. It''s impossible. Sparky deserves it for all she''s done, but Brandy does too. She''s our glue. Without her, none of this would have happened." "I, of course, don''t deserve it." Morgan sniffed, head held high. "The terrible fate of the new Pok¨¦mon on any team, to always be the third wheel in a strong rtionship, s I-" "You can have my ass first. Get to the point." "Deal! It''s an exquisite ass." Brandy would have been shocked by the sheer audacity of that if she didn''t fully expect it from Morgan. "Oh, what shot did you get, Calcine?" Morgan said as she picked up a new one, "So that we can keep track." "Vani" "Nothing vani about this," Sparky gulped. "Oh wow. I know you''re a fire type, but this is so hot." "Don''t touch it," Morgan said as Sparky''s finger moved towards the tip. "Calcine was struggling to work out which of you she wanted first, but that''s because our fiery, sex-starved mountain can''t think of anything but fucking your holes and is anguished that she can''t fuck you both at once." "I wouldn''t put it like that," Calcine said, "But I want my first time with you both, and I''m just-" Morgan shushed her, putting a finger to her lips. "Shut up and let me perform. Brandy? Sparky?" Morgan shook a shot ss and then very carefully put the lip of the ss to the side of Calcine''s cock, just about past the halfway mark. The ss gave the whole thing a sense of scale, making Brandy''s stomach flips. Then Morgan poured, and the gin slowly drizzled down the shaft. "Both of you, clean that up." Brandy didn''t hesitate. She crawled over and pressed her tongue to the base, her mind reeling from how much her cock filled Brandy''s vision. Her lips and her cheeks tingled, and her whole body shuddered as the heat sank into her. Calcine''s cock was even smoother than she''d expected, and Brandy''s tongue was treated to a delightful honeyed taste as she ran it over the hot dark flesh. Calcine''s cock was fat, but not so much that she couldn''t see past it at all, and on the other side of that ck b were Sparky''s glowing blue eyes. Her fizzing tongue brushed over Brandy''s as she cleaned up Calcine''s cock like she was going to get a prize if she got every drop. "Oh wow," Calcine breathed. Her hands were balled into fists, her whole body tense as her thighs flexed. Brandy didn''t feel brave enough to look her in the eye, so she focused on the job. She could hear Morgan whisper to Calcine, but not the exact words. They were too low. Brandy felt Calcine move as the cock shook between theirpping tongues, and a firm grip of her hair guided Brandy to the head of Calcine''s cock. Calcine''s thighs parted further as Sparky came up, too, the little bug moaning loudly as she slurped up the little dribble of molten liquid that''d run from the tip. It didn''t burn her. She seemed to quite enjoy it even, her hands finding Brandy''s and squeezing tight as they were both made to kiss around Calcine''s fat cockhead. "I am a genius," Morgan said, "That is a beautiful sight." "Feels even better," Sparky purred, her soft, tingling tongue brushing against Brandy''s as she licked away. "You ready to tackle this, Brandy?" "Thank you for waiting, Ladies!" the tannoy red with Joan''s voice, "We had to chase down some pool water. But now we''re ready to start the next round. Grab a seat, grab a drink, and grab the cutest nearby woman. You''ll want somebody to hold onto for these twopetitors. They''re both breathtaking." "Calcine," Morgan tutted, "You''ll have to let us all see the match. Let''s stop this." "Not a fucking chance," Calcine growled. "Well, then I''m taking a video so we can mollify Maple after," Morgan said, shuffling through Brandy''s bag. "I hope you''re prepared to make a lot of noise, Brandy. Maple needs you to cheer for her." "Oh, she''ll make plenty," Calcine smirked, and Brandy shivered. Her thighs rubbed together, and she squeezed Sparky''s hand, the little bug giving her a look so full of dopey love it was almost overwhelming. She couldn''t be happier right now, and Brandy''s heart swelled with her, feeding off her excitement. She leaned past Calcine''s cock to get a proper kiss off Sparky, that thick shaft battering at their cheeks as they mauled lips around it. Insistent that it had more attention paid to it. "Good luck," Sparky whispered. "Don''t need luck, got all of you." "Ladies," Morgan snapped. "Less pre-game talk and more sucking. I want to see that thing covered in sloppy kiss marks." Well. Brandy couldn''t argue with the rules now, could she? 233 – Braving the Mountain (18+) 233 ¨C Braving the Mountain (18+) "Come on, Maple, you''ve got this!" Brandy''s shouts were loud, but the thick length of Coalossal dick between her lips muffled the sound. Calcine''s hand was aforting, firm presence on the back of her head, and she could hear Sparky''s tongue fizzing as shepped happily at the base of Calcine''s shaft. Unlike Brandy, all her attention focused on the monumental task at hand. Behind Calcine''s shoulder, red eyes gleaming brightly, was Morgan. Wingsid across the back of the couch, she smirked down at Brandy as she craned her head to get one eye on the arena fight. "Look at her. Like a dog trying to carry two bones. Will she watch her girlfriend''s first fight or help her two partners have an experience that delights them both?" Morgan rested her chin on Calcine''s shoulder. "Who does she love more? The drama, it''s killing me." "You''re a viin," Calcine said, rolling her to bop her head against Morgan''s hat, tilting it on her head. "You nned this, didn''t you?" "You can just ask her to stop," Morgan huffed. "She''d listen to you." "You are not as sexy when you''re being this petty." "I got two beautifuldies to suck your dick, and this is the thanks I get." Morgan sniffed. "I''m not the one who enjoys you being mean, Calcine; turn your attention lower for that." Calcine rolled her eyes and looked at the twodies doing their best to tackle a leviathan. Even though the angle was incredibly weird, Brandy caught her smile and winked back at her to let her know she was okay. Morgan''s revenge for being pickedst in the arena fight was barely a punishment; it just meant Brandy might have a sore neckter. "You might be a viin, but I have to admire how you get results." Calcine leaned forward, pressing on the back of Brandy''s head, and the soft heat pressed into her mouth was incredible. As much as it would be hard ever to argue this point to someone, Brandy wasn''t crazy about dick. She loved Pok¨¦mon, and the dicks were a fun bonus. Despite her recent love life, she wasn''t even that crazy about size. She doubted there was a Pok¨¦mon out there who couldn''t make her cum her brains out. They were all good at it. So she was able to judge Calcine''s dick impartially. That huge, thick cock, that felt amazing to bathe with her tongue. The smooth, firm muscle pressed back against her face with the perfect amount of gentle force to make every lick a tantalizing experience. The promise of incredible power was locked up in a dick that Brandy felt really suited Calcine. She wasrger than life, breathtakingly powerful, and talented enough to make a woman feel small. Brandy adored this woman and her dick. Better yet, out of the corner of her eye, she could see another woman she adored show off what she was best at. Maple had entered the arena on the back of Marina''s shell. Her light blue dress fluttered in the sea breeze, and the crowd ate it up, the cheers almost deafening. "Another Turrfield woman for us to enjoy!" Mercury''s voice cut through the roaring crowd easily; she wasn''t even using the speakers, just psychically broadcasting. "This one tried to tame me on her first day as a Trainer. For sheer guts alone, there''s not a singledy today who can beat her. Maple Haze and her team, The Pond Lilies." Brandy had to admire Maple''s pick there. It was a callback to when she first met Mahi, but also a rather humble name. She really seemedmitted to improvement, and good for her! It almost made Brandy feel guilty for not giving her full attention. "You know," Calcine said, pushing against the back of Brandy''s head once more. Her nose pressed into the thick, yellow curls of Sparky''s head as the pair of them were mashed together around Calcine''s dick. Brandy''s skin tingled against the bug''s as Calcine continued, "You finish quick, and you can watch the whole thing on myp." "Mmmmmph," Brandy replied, her voice muffled by the fat, throbbing cock that she was trying to get her lips round. Finally tackling the head, Sparky was there with her, and their tongues wrestled around each other''s as they fought to take as much of Calcine as they could for themselves. "That''s what I like to see," Morgan cooed, running her finger along Calcine''s neck. "You show those brats whose boss." "You don''t want in on this?" Calcine said, "There''s space. Somewhere." "No, I''m enjoying the show. I''ll take my piece of Brandy when I get her to myself." Morgan said, "This is part of my payment to you and Sparky for stealing her." "Stealing implies ack of consent," Calcine shrugged casually, which did some beautiful things with her chest towering over Brandy. "Enjoy having Brandy to yourself. Bring her back a smiling mess." "Yeah!" Sparky said, briefly letting Brandy have the dick all to herself. A moment she used to full effect, taking the head into her mouth and swirling her tongue hard enough to make Calcine''s throat rumble happily. "If Brandy can walk in a straight line tomorrow, I''m going to know you didn''t really try. You can destroy this human." "Destroy is such a simple word; I don''t think it really epasses the ruin I have nned," Morgan giggled. "But our Trainer''s too busy choking herself to even listen in. The arena battle is happening! Come on, Brandy. You want to watch, don''t you?" Brandy let Calcine''s cock pop out of her mouth, Sparky taking her turn attacking it. Brandy wiped her lips, cheeks red from the exertion, and said, "I''m listening! This is good multi-tasking training." Morgan flicked her fingers to the translucent wall adjoining the arena, where Saffira stepped out with Tansy. Their team uniform was adorable; they had matching leather jackets, both ck with red trim. The jacket was the only thing Tansy had on, and rather daringly, Saffira was only wearing some figure-hugging gym shorts with it. Her abs and cleavage were fully on disy, and clearly, the crowd was as big fan of that as Brandy was because somehow the cheering got even louder. "You know I love a nice bit of inheritance," Joan called over the speakers. "And thisdy is clearly as beautifully chiseled as her Rockruff. We can only hope that jacketes off. I want to see those shoulder muscles. Until then, let''s hear it for Saffira Bangun and her team, Sarsen Detonation!" "Fancy name," Morgan cooed. "You all know what sarsen are?" "You had some curiously specific wood knowledge, and now stones, too?" Sparky said as she passed Calcine''s cock over to Brandy, a trail of spit arching out from her lost prize. "Morgan, you are hiding something." "They''re monolithic stones," Calcine said, steam curling out of the corners of her mouth. Her cock was throbbing in Brandy''s mouth. She couldn''t be that far off a detonation of her own. "A lot of the old ritual sites have them. I guess her team name is about blowing up old ideas? She did seem pretty crazed for a Rock Ace." "I have wide and varied interests, and yes, full points to Calcine, they''re monolithic stones," Morgan said, flicking her fingers dismissively. "Now, if you two would hurry up and make this Coalossal cum. You''ve got a battle to watch, and I''m not cruel enough to make you actually miss it." "Not easy," Brandy mumbled around Calcine''s dick. "She''s hard to break. Trained her too well." "Do I have to get involved?" Morgan flexed her fingers. "I can make you all feel what it''s like to have a dick the size of my arm." It wasn''t that big, but up close, it felt it. It was so big Brandy couldn''t get her jaw open wide enough to get in more than the very head, and she''d have a sore neck trying to make it fit anyway. It was worth it. Every little ache was worth the warm glow she got when she felt Calcine''s muscles tense and her feet scrape against the floor. Making Calcine lose her mind was helping Brandy focus hers quite nicely. "We''re making progress," Sparky said, and with a hand around Calcine''s shaft, she pulled it back between them. Her blue eyes glowed as she stared at Brandy meaningfully. "Ready to show off our teamwork?" Brandy nodded. "Calcine''s not going to stay like this, but let''s show her that it''s not because we can''t handle her." The pair of them took hold of Calcine''s thick dick, their fingers wrapping around each other''s and squeezing tight. Together, their tongues met, licking up the shaft and pushing against each other in their attempt to cover every inch. Sparky''s lips brushed against Brandy''s, and for a second they paused their worship to kiss. "Come on," Morgan whispered, watching them intently. For some reason, she was really enjoying this voyeuristic activity. Sparky let her tongue wrap around Calcine''s throbbing tip, and Brandy mped her mouth over it and sucked as hard as she could. Calcine was big enough that Sparky''s tongue made it a real cheek stuffer. Still, Brandy ignored the jaw ache because the pair had the Coalossal shuddering and groaning above them, her fingers clenching into fists and the room steaming. "You''re both too much!" Calcine groaned. Her body was shaking, her thighs twitching, and her stomach rippling. Brandy and Sparky looked across her twitching dick, and their eyes locked. "Mmrphh?" Brandy asked. "Mmmm!" Sparky agreed. They both let loose. Together, they sucked. They kissed, and they licked withpletely reckless abandon, and in the maelstrom of affection, one Coalossal could not survive. Mt. Calcine erupted. It wasn''t the first time Brandy had tasted cum, but it was the first time she''d choked on it. Calcine''s release was as big as the rest of her, and she couldn''t swallow fast enough. Her mouth filled up, and hot pearlescent cum ran down her chin sttered all over Calcine''s quaking thighs. Sparky wasted no timepping it up, looking as proud as anything as she pulled in Brandy to help her. "Wow," Calcine gasped, her breath steaming the air. Her eyes were closed tight as she rested her head on the back of the sofa. "That was a lot." "Wow indeed," Morgan whispered. Brandy blinked, her mouth still full of cum, and she looked up to find Morgan''s glowing red eyes. "Brandy, give Sparky a kiss for a job well done." Brandy dove into the kiss without a second thought, and Sparky moaned as Brandy''s tongue found hers. Together they shared the task of swallowing down Calcine''s cum, yfully swirling it around each other''s mouths as their tongues battled. Messy, silly, very salty, and yet somehow, it was fun in how utterly depraved it was. They''d passed a point where they could possibly feel embarrassed and just enjoyed a bit of manic fun together. Sparky eventually swallowed and pulled away, rubbing her sticky cheeks. "I''m getting good at handling that dick." "I''m sure there''ll be a reward for it on your date." Brandy smiled and reached for a water bottle off the table. The arena fight had started; Marina had frozen the pool, jumped onto the surface, and was gracefully sliding along it, being chased by a slip and sliding Tansy, who was howling madly as she rolled around to dodge ice javelins that Marina threw hard enough to leave cracks in the pool that had be a giant ice cube. Saffira had already lost the jacket, wrapping it around her hands so she could try to wrest one of the javelins back out, eventually settling to kick off the end of it and brandish it like a pike. "Come on, you two, grab seats," Calcine said, patting her thighs. "There''s a spot for both of you." "I''d be d to sit on your cum drenchedp," Sparky said, climbing on up with Brandy. Sparky was quicker to getfy as she curled her legs up onto Brandy''sp and wormed her head under Calcine''s breasts. "Hey Morgan, I got a new hat." Sparky said proudly as Calcine''s breast pressed down on her head. "Even better than yours." "So d you''ve found a headwear that suits you." Morgan teased, batting Sparky with her wing. "You both look beautiful," Calcine told the two women she''d half-painted white. She gave them both a warm kiss in turn, having to reallypress Sparky to get in there, which she didn''t mind one bit. "Thank you for making my first time so memorable. I''ll never forget this." "Brandy''s jaw won''t either. She really risked it all," Sparky teased, her finger poking Brandy''s stomach. "You sure you didn''t inherit a snake jaw from Spitfire? That was impressive." "Maybe a little," Brandy shrugged. She was smiling like an idiot. She couldn''t help it. Calcine was just so warm and sweet, even with her cock still out and resting on Sparky''s thigh. "Though if I wanted to inherit a big mouth, I got a bug right here." Sparky spluttered as she tried to think of aeback. Eventually she gave Brandy a respectful nod, her mouth hanging open in amused shock. It was a perfect little button to the moment. Everyone was happy and satisfied. They''d had their fun, and Brandy felt a sense of calm as she leaned her head against Calcine. There wasn''t anything better than the feeling of her girlfriends pressed up against her. Watching her fourth kick some ass. "Ten Chip Cones Maple loses," Morgan called. "You''re on!" everyone called back. "Fuck," Morganughed. "I thought one of you would join me. This is going to be expensive." 234 – Fours a Crowd 234 ¨C Fours a Crowd Brandy was in a special kind of heaven. There were endless drinks, warm partner hugs, and a nice big Coalossalp to sit in. It was the best seat on the cruise ship to watch the trainer she loved fight a muscled and tanned beauty. She might be a little sticky from Calcine''s rather enthusiastic orgasm, but even that, she wore like a badge of honor. Everything was simply perfect right now. "Freezing the pool was smart, but has Tansy got Agility?¡± Morgan said, more interested in the match than thefort. ¡°She''s handling it really well." She sure was. Her grey-furred ears with brown tips flopped about as she skidded around the pool like a professional skater. Saffira grabbed onto her ne of white bows when she needed her to move her around, but mostly, she was off the leash and moving frighteningly fast. Marina could weather the hits, using a sleek spear made of ice to fend Tansy off from getting to Maple standing on the back of her shell, but any advantage they''d hoped to get by freezing the pool didn''t seem to be amounting to much. "No Agility," Sparky said, still wearing Calcine''s chest like a hat. If Brandy was in heaven, then Sparky was on some higher ne. Smiling up a storm as Calcine pawed her up, she said, "She''s not got the grace I do to her steps. It''s got to be one of her abilities. Brandy?" As the Trainer, Brandy was expected to be the encyclopedia of Pok¨¦mon knowledge, and luckily, she could provide this here. "Steadfast," Brandy said confidently. ¡°It allows her to treat any terrain as if it were solid ground. It means the ice won''t slow her down at all. Saffira has it, too. She''s not struggling to skate." "Good eyes," Calcine smiled, rubbing Brandy and Sparky''s hair. "I thought her inheritance had something to do with her abs. Are they just a happy coincidence?" Brandy nodded and leaned back to elbow Calcine''s stomach. "I got mine off you, didn''t I?" "If I recall, you already had those started. I just firmed them up a bit." Brandy was about to reply when Tansy was smacked hard by an ice spear. The whole crowd gasped as the Rockruff was pitched off her feet by the impact, twisting her body to avoid getting pinned by it. Marina was on her the moment her feet left the ground, ice rising around her feet and crackling over her body. Saffira warded her off, using one of Marina''s ice spears to press her back, the ice cracking on her steel corset as she tried to push through Saffira''s jabs. It gave Tansy the moment she needed to regain her footing, exploding in a Tackle that forced Marina back. Tansy tried to follow it up with a Crunch, her fangs glowing with dark energy as she bit out at Marina¡¯s arm, but Marina jabbed her ice spear in Tansy''s mouth and pushed her away, leaving her holding it between her teeth like a dog carrying an overlyrge stick. Tansy''s head shook, but she couldn''t get her lips free of the ice, and a growl started in her throat. "Good disable," Morgan nodded. She was watching right by the arena window, hands linked behind her back, the long wings attached to her arms draped along the ground like a vast ck cape. "Marina''s having to improvise a lot. If she has a Water Move, she can''t use it while on her own. I wonder why she got rid of all the water right away?" Snap! Of course, Morgan was on the same wavelength. Was it a slip-up from Maple? "Our fight," Calcine said. ¡°I pulled all the ceramic tiles from the pool to use Rock Tomb. It was the only earthy thing in the arena to use. Maple''s used her ice to lock it all down right away." "That''s our Maple!" Brandy grinned, "Thinking way ahead how to slow Saffira down. Tansy can''t use her Rock Tomb, and I don''t think Saffira''s Boldore had any earth-summoning moves. Maybe she realized that when she got her third?" It was so interesting seeing how other teams fought. While they needed minerals around for Calcine to use Rock Tomb, it wasn''t required for Brandy''s team to be effective. Saffira was suffering more from theck of it; Tansy had a lot of solid hitting moves, but with no way to pin Marina down, she was left chasing her tail. Meanwhile, Marina had some staggeringly powerful ice moves, but without Mahi and Holly making water for her, she had to rely on what was around. Maple wasn''t doing much, just directing Marina from her back, but she didn''t need to. Saffira was getting frustrated trying to break through Marina''s defense and repeatedly getting rebuffed. Thementary had been a gentle background thing, just describing what Brandy could easily follow herself, but eventually, Professor Joan broke in with a dirtyugh. "Much as I''d love to see these two circle each other all day, we''re all eager for real action. Shall we ring a bell?" The crowd roared in response, and inside the room, Sparky joined in. "Yeah, more hotties, please! Watching Saffira run about shirtless is neat, but I want to see some Maple butt." "Maple knows she''s a Rock Ace. She''s going to pull Mahi and end this." Calcine said, "Watch." "No points for stating the obvious," Brandyughed, leaning up to kiss Calcine''s chin. "Morgan''s already made our one bad bet." "Saffira might win!" Morgan huffed, "You''ll owe my whole gang chips." Her gang, was it? That would make getting the Wingulls involved even messier than Brandy had nned. Well, if she got savaged by hot birddies, it couldn''t be helped; she would just give it her best. "They''re both far too stubborn to bend," Mercury added, "But I can''t wait to see those lovely muscles get used. Let''s step it up!" A bell rang over the arena, and both Trainers went right for their belt. A twin crackling of light as two new Pok¨¦mon were thrown into the battle. Maple shouted something as Mahi came out of the light, just as they''d predicted. Her arms were already outstretched, a water sting out of her hands with a sharp hiss and sshed all over the forming light of Saffira''s Pok¨¦mon. Marina snatched out for it, but the water jerked away from her grip. Saffira''s new Pok¨¦mon was hard to work out right away. Her form was strange, her limbs and hair bleeding into each other to give her only the rough outline of a woman. Her arms seemed overly thick, and her legs werepletely lost in a ball gown dress. Brandy''s Compound Eyes picked out a few odd details quicker than everyone else. Her arms weren''t as thick as they looked; she was wearing a massive sandstone-colored jacket the same color as her skin with absolutely huge sleeves. She also had more shape than it appeared; her long, dirty blonde hair spilled down to almost wholly shroud her face and make her head look like a mound, two grey eyes glowing in the shadow her hair cast. Sandygast''s posture was a little hunched as Mahi''s water flowed into a swirling ball that floated in a small hollow in her chest. Mahi''s dress-like frills fluttered as she took a step back, looking to Maple for guidance as her Water Pulse was just sucked away. Saffira''s new Pok¨¦mon''s chest slowly closes to eat the water ball with one bite. It wasn''t a movement powered by muscles; it was more of a mudslide, just pooling down to swallow it up. Wait. No, she wasn''t sandstone colored. She was sand. Saffira hadn''t caught a Rock Pok¨¦mon on the beach. She''d found a Sandygast. "Oh shit," Morgan whistled. "She has Water Compact. She can use it to tank Water Moves for Tansy''s team and probably has a Move of her own to make sand for Tansy. That''s a really good addition to the team. I might actually win this." Sparky pulled her face back, sulking as she wormed further under Calcine''s chest. "I know I was getting along with Ghost types, but I didn''t want to see another one! What happened to Saffira being a Rock Ace?" "She met a Trainer who seemed to be doing just fine without being an Ace," Calcine smiled and stole a squeeze of Brandy''s butt. "And was impressed?" "Ground and Rock types get along well," Brandy said with a giggle, squirming her rear back into Calcine''s grabby hand. "Ground and Ghost is a nice bit of spice on top of her usual team. Good on Saffira for trying to handle a bit more." Maple had adjusted quickly, though. Rather than firing more water at the Sandygast, Mahi slid back to join Marina and summoned water straight into Marina''s hands. Their teamwork was exceptionally well practiced, Marina sshed a hand through the water to rain ice shards down on the Sandygast in a dazzling disy, peppering Tansy and Saffira, hiding behind her. The Sandygast raised one arm, and the thick sleeve got a glossy sheen as the sandpacted until it was hard enough that the ice bounced off. "Harden," Calcine called, "Nice move." "You don''t have it?" Sparky snorted. "I feel you hardening all over again with Brandy and me in yourp." Calcine responded to that by squeezing Sparky until she squeaked happily. It was one way to shut the pest up. "That Sandygast is their tank. Their team was short one," Morgan said, "She''s inexperienced at it though. Look down and ignore the ice storm. Maple''s baited their attention." The glittering ice spray was all a cover. While Saffira''s team was distracted from above, they didn''t see that Maple had dismounted as they were distracted and had sent herself skating forward at speed. She pounced right on the Sandygast, a cloud of sand kicking up as she pushed back her sandy hair and kissed her full on the lips with both arms flung around her neck. The Sandygast''s eyes popped open with surprise, and she iled in panic as she had to deal with the hot girl suddenly kissing her. Marina slid Mahi along the ice like a Curling stone, and the Goldeen slid past the Sandygastpletely unchecked. Water sprayed out from her dress and down her arms, rushing out in a wave to soak Tansy and Saffira with a meaty p of water on flesh that made the crowd gasp. The Sandygast tried to il back and catch the water up again, but Maple clung tighter and kissed her with renewed enthusiasm until her sand arms began drooping. That was the issue with Pok¨¦mon; no matter how strong they were, everyone had a weakness to a pretty human woman trying to press their tongue down their throat. Saffira had a better chance than they had all thought, but only if she stepped up and proved she was every bit the trainer Maple was and it seemed that Maple really wanted this. She was getting sand everywhere. 235 – Let Me Into Your Heart 235 ¨C Let Me Into Your Heart Maple had the Sandygast down on the ice, a bed of sand spread out for them to lie on. The sand was swirling around them, partially obscuring what was happening, but what could be seen was enough to bring some color to Brandy''s cheeks. Maple had just melted the poor Sandygast, who acted like they''d never been kissed before. The poor thing clearly had a shyness streak to her, and she''d been hit point-nk by a Trainer with something to prove. That her body was malleable and Maple was rather clear about what she wanted was making a pretty entertaining show. Filling out the Sandygast''s chest so they could be squeezed, lengthening her legs so that they could be kissed. She was now shaping her cock like pottery y, and even the announcers were short of words. "Adjustable girlfriend," Sparky said in awe, "I love you a lot, Calcine, but I am having some thoughts." "Brandy, hop off my thigh, please." Calcine said, "I need to scramble a little bug''s brains. Before she gets to mischief." "I don''t think even you can keep her from mischief," Brandy smiled as she got to her feet. Her legs ached; she should have kept stretching after the fight, but with Professor Joan catching them in the shower and just how difficult a fight it had been. Betterte than never, she got on her toes and raised her arms as if trying to touch the ceiling. "Brandy!" Sparky whined, "Go be hot over with Morgan. Calcine''s eyes will fall out of her head if she tries to look at both of us." "I was just stretching." "I know. Your effortless hotness is one of the many reasons we love you. Shoo!" "My own Pok¨¦mon shooing me!" Brandy gasped, "Calcine, I''m wounded." "Sparky''s not wrong. You''re being very distracting." Calcine said, "Which I enjoy, so you do what you want." Brandy giggled, grabbed two shots from the tray on the table, and left them to be affectionate with each other. Morgan was still at the window, watching the fight with rapt attention. "Tansy and Saffira shouldn''t be handling two Pok¨¦mon at once," Morgan said, opening a wing for Brandy. She clucked her tongue happily when Brandy put a drink in her hand. "Very kind, but I''ve been thinking about us. Look at how the fight is going, and tell me what you see." With Maple taking down the Sandygast, Marina and Mahi were ganging up on Tansy. Together, they were a fearsome pair. Mahi shot out water sts that came with rippling sound waves that cracked the ice around Tansy. Her Steadfast ability meant she could run along it without problem, but the water was seeping into the cracks, and with one touch, Marina could sh freeze all of it. She had to be extra careful where she stood. Saffira had already gotten her boots frozen in a puddle of water, and ice clung off her skin where Mahi had soaked her. Humans were tough; a bit of ice wouldn''t hurt them, but it slowed her down; she needed the warmth of a Pok¨¦mon, and Tansy couldn''t stop dodging to give it to her. Still, there was something off about it. Saffira was ordering fast, helping Tansy stay ahead of their Moves and almost getting close enough to swipe a few times. She almost got Mahi with a Tackle, but the horn on Mahi''s head glowed, and she fended her off with a flick of her body, her dress billowing out behind her. She could have pressed the attack if she''d taken the hit, but she wasn''t risking it. "Saffira''s being cautious," Brandy said, "Which isn''t like her? In our fight with Victoria, she was crazy aggressive." "Very good," Morgan said, wrapping her wing around Brandy and pulling her closer. "What''s a Trainer''s purpose in these fights?" "A lot of things. They''re what everyone is fighting over. They can befuddle Pok¨¦mon by getting close like Maple is. I was taught that keeping our cool was something we''d have to do, as Pok¨¦mon can''t." "Shouldn''t be able to," Morgan corrected. "Usually, when Pok¨¦mon have no Trainer to back them up, they get more aggressive, fighting in the simplest way. Their urges take over." The way Morgan said ''urges'' was so damn sexy. She rolled the word in her throat. Her grip got tighter. It made Brandy''s breath quicken so easily. "Mercury was smart, though, and so are all of you. I''m not exactly great with urges." Morgan smiled and tapped the brim of her hat on Brandy''s head. She took the invitation and ducked under the brim, stealing a quick kiss. It was a trick. As soon as she was close, Morgan wrapped her wings around Brandy and squeezed tight. She felt her muscles squish, and her bones creak, and then ... "Ah fuck, that''s good," Brandy mumbled, slumping into the massaging hug as tension in her body melted away. "That''s really good." "I like to think I have my talents." Morgan smirked, "Maple does too, from the look of it." Maple was riding the Sandygast, her handsced in their sandy hair. She looked like she was having the time of her life, but Brandy''s special eyes could see her in perfect detail. Up close, she was squinting, trying to see through the sandstorm swirling around her. "Maple''s trying to direct her team." Brandy said, "But she can''t see." "She doesn''t know that Tansy has Rock Tomb either." Morgan moved her massage to Brandy''s shoulders, pressing her gently against the shimmering field on the arena edge. "If Maple could see, she''d realize what''s going on. Every moment she''s with the Sandygast, more sand is summoned. Saffira is being aggressive here. She''s just being smart about it." "You worked it all out. You''re smart, smarter than me." Morgan leaned in and bit Brandy''s earlobe as her fingernails dug into Brandy''s shoulders. There was a burst of thrilling pleasure to it, hot enough it made her breath falter. It didn''t hurt one bit, but it did feel exquisite. "Feel that rush in your veins? That burning in your heart?" Morgan purred into Brandy''s ear. Brandy couldn''t respond. Her heart was beating in her throat, choking the words out of her. "Feel that urge? That''s me using Foul y. Letting you feel what I feel when I''m around you." It was hard to think like this. Brandy just wanted Morgan to tear off her clothes and ravage her. The desire was overwhelming; her hands pressed the ss, and she caught the Sandygast''s eyes. Brandy saw in those pale grey eyes what she was feeling right now. Morgan wasn''t tricking her here. This really was how she felt. The burning desire brought a tear to Brandy''s eye. She knew her team loved her, but so much it could make them ache like this? Her warm breath misted the arena wall as Morgan chewed away on her earlobe. She watched as Saffira sprang her trap, the sand suddenly veering through the air to swamp Mahi and Marina. Sticking to the water and ice and making it thick and cloggy. Tansy was on them instantly, biting into Mahi''s arm and making her wail excitedly before trying to bullrush Marina. She bounced right off, Marina not even moving an inch. "Excellent use of Endure," Mercury''s voice floated directly into Brandy''s head. Trust her to announce in such a showy way. "Able to weather the very worst of attacks for but a moment. This Lapras is well trained, and Goldeen isn''t taking it lying down." Mahi might be squirming, but that didn''t stop her from firing a water stream to pound Tansy into Marina''s grip. Marina grabbed her in a big hug as the water froze, sand racing into the gap between ice and Lapras as Saffira yelledmands. The sand expanded into a thick wall, pressing them apart. The water had only partially frozen on Tansy. Still, it was enough to slow her down that Saffira had to step in to help as Marina and Mahi swung at her, knocking her over onto her back. Mahi grabbed Saffira the moment she got close, nting a kiss on her and wetting up those fabulous muscles with a surge of water over Saffira''s skin. "It''s anyone''s game. They''re both very stubborn." Morgan whispered into Brandy''s ear. "They''re like you, they just won''t give up." The fire in Brandy''s heart was overwhelming; her Steam Engine let her turn all that heat into energy, but she felt absolutely saturated even with her Steam Engine purring away. Her fingers scratched at the arena walls as her vision blurred from sheer need. "How do you all fight while you feel like this?" Brandy said, "It''s crippling!" "Isn''t it?" Morgan growled, "But I need you to do something for me. Something important. Stop scratching the walls." Brandy''s hands halted. She wanted to scratch; she really did, but for Morgan, she halted despite the need. "Calm your breath." Brandy tried. It was hard, so hard. But she used the breathing lessons she''d had in Volleyball practice. Slowly, she breathed in through the mouth and out through the nose, clearing her head enough to let some of the tension bleed out of her. Morgan withdrew her Foul y Move as shey against the shimmering wall, the battle still raging past it. "We do it for you." Morgan said, "That''s why you''re so interesting, Brandy. You do something special, which makes it all easier; even when you''re not guiding us, you soften the edges." "I just love you all a lot; it''s nothing special," Brandy blushed. ¡°I couldn''t even do right by you and give you the time you deserve." "To us, you''re incredibly special," Morgan kissed the back of her neck, "You''re barely starting to master this strength, Brandy. You''ll fuck up, but I know with you, I can win. You''re worth the effort. Now let''s watch your girlfriend fuck somebody almost as hot as you." Brandy couldn''t help but smile at that. The fact that Morgan still believed in her after everything that had happened? She wanted to reward Morgan for believing in her. Something special, just for her. It was going to have to be a date to remember. 236 – A Window Seat is the Best (18+) 236 ¨C A Window Seat is the Best (18+) "I''m impressed with both of them here, showing real guts in the face of adversity!" Mercury''s psychically boosted voice was like a warm hug. A really elegant trick. "The Goldeen is really showing the benefits of a woman who doesn''t need air to breathe, and Maple Haze has clearly inherited that knack." Mahi was kissing Saffira with such a frenzied passion that Saffira looked like she was about to faint. While Brandy was having difficulty concentrating, she could see Maple''s technique on the Sandygast was an almost perfect match. One hand was on the small of the back for control, and the other was pressed to a cheek so they could guide their partner in the kiss. With plenty of tongues and seemingly no need to breathe, they were trying to drown their opponent with affection and leave them both breathless. Brandy got to see all this clearly because Morgan had her pressed up to the arena wall hard enough that her chest was squashed. Brandy could have shrugged off the weight of the Murkrow''s body, but Morgan had such amanding aura about her right now she didn''t dare. She let those feathered wing-arms explore her body, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples, rubbing between her thighs and slipping under her skirt to tease with yful scratching fingernails that left trickles of thrilling pleasure wherever they touched. "Maple looks good riding a Pok¨¦mon, doesn''t she?" Morgan said her words hot in Brandy''s ear. As she spoke so close, Brandy could feel her breath. "She shaped that cock for herself. You should use your wonderful eyes to take notes if you want to buy the perfect strapter. You''ll never get a better chance." A good idea, but it was impossible to concentrate. Brandy''s eyes wanted to close tight and enjoy the love Morgan was spoiling her with, but she also wanted to see the show. Her body was still achingly aroused from feeling Morgan''s lust, and just because she''d stopped using Foul y, it didn''t mean the heat inside her had stopped growing. Brandy could feel her Steam Engine heart purr hungrily in her chest, eager to drink up the warmth of Morgan''s wings and work off some of this pent-up frustration. She had to settle for the showid on for her. Maple fucking a Pok¨¦mon senseless while thirstily drinking her fill of kisses. Brandy''s imagination ran wild with the thought of the wetness coating the Sandygast''s cock and sliding down Maple''s inner thighs. Brandy could tell how Maple was loving it from the way her hips were so enthusiastically rocking, and Maple''s grip on the Sandygast''s ass sunk in so far you could barely see her fingers. Her moans were soft as she pounded sand, but the sound of Maple''s pleasure cut through the crowd''s noise and wormed its way into Brandy''s thoughts as surely as if Mercury herself was broadcasting her thoughts. "Maple''s trying to keep the Sandygast busy," Morgan said as her fingers brushed over Brandy''s panties, "She''s seeded in getting at least one woman wet." Morgan''s touch was as soft as her feathers. It was pure teasing. Morgan was giving her just a little taste, and Brandy was going crazy with the need for more. Brandy''s breath misted against the arena wall as she panted. All she could hear was Morgan''s steady breathing and the wet, hungry sounds of Calcine and Sparky making out like crazy on the sofa, a little bug buzz being swallowed up by a raging inferno. Morgan didn''t push it any further. She just let Brandy simmer as they both watched the fight unfold. Rock Tomb was an explosive way of moving minerals about, but it suited Tansy''s frantic pace. She''d send a wave of sand at Marina, then race up it as Marina''s ice javelins tried to puncture through. For all of Tansy''s efforts, though, Marina was able to tank any hit she could dish out without even breaking a sweat, the sand breaking off Marina''s metal corset as she just barreled through the wave with twin ice javelins stabbing up to try to knock Tansy off bnce. The Rockruff bounced between them, sliding down like a firepole to try to drop her weight onto Marina, but it was no good; the Lapras was just too tough. If her ability to take a big hit with Endure wasn''t enough, she''d briefly shimmer with a hexagon light shield that''d soak the hit instead. Protect. A nice, simple defensive move that you could eventually wear down, but Marina wasn''t making it easy. Tansy''s bites and rushing hits either couldn''tnd or did nothing when they did. Knowing Maple''s academic skills, she''d have ensured Marina had one Move she hadn''t shown that she''d use if Tansy ignored her. Something big and nasty that forced attention back on her, but Tansy should have at least forced her to reveal it by switching. However, Saffira was too tied up with Mahi''s tongue to call out, and it wouldn''t have done her much good if she had broken that kiss. Mahi had summoned a shimmering water bubble around them, separating Mahi and Saffira from the rest. "Maple''s got this if she''s isted Saffirapletely." Brandy said, "There''s going to be a bell." "Very perceptive," Morgan whispered in Brandy''s ear. Her grip tightened on Brandy, flexing her body against the ss and working out some of the tension in her lower back. Brandy trembled as she felt the ache fade. Morgan must have been using Foul y to feel what Brandy was, making her an exceptional masseuse. "Though look closer." Brandy squinted to see what she''d missed. Mahi had isted Saffira, hadn''t she? Morgan thought there was a trick, though, and Brandy trusted Morgan''s ability to spot a scheme, so she thought about it harder. Mahi trapping Saffira seemed like all upsides, but that assumed Mahi would win in a one-on-one. The issue with trapping someone with you is you were also trapped with them. Mahi was a ranged fighter, and taking it in close had backfired. Saffira had her pressed up to the shimmering surface of her own water bubble, using one hand to pin Mahi''s arms behind her back and stick her chest out proudly for Saffira to savage with some enthusiastic licks as she ground their bodies together. If Saffira kept up that pace, she would mush Mahi into a fishy paste. Maple could only watch as she tried to call out orders that bounced off Mahi''s water bubble. Eventually, Maple snapped a hand out, and Marina waited for Tansy to bounce off her chest before turning and spiking an ice javelin right through Mahi''s bubble. It popped and spilled the Goldeen out of Saffira''s firm grip. Saffira barked an order, and Tansy stretched her head back with her tail wagging and howled to the skies. Brandy thought that would boost Saffira''s chances of catching Mahi again, but it turned out to be far worse than that. The whole floor of the arena erupted as the sand spread around, and the ice erupted into the air and swirled into the Sandygast. Maple managed to keep her pinned even as her body swelled, pressing down on her as she stretched out until she was taller than Maple. "Oh, everyone''s just getting taller, is it!" Brandy heard Sparky huff before being silenced by something. Calcine¡¯s tongue, cock, or titty, it was hard to tell as Sparky was more than capable of choking on any of it. The Sandygast''s transformation wasn''t to be a giantess. Instead, the sand around her bubbled. Marina tried to step toward Maple, but a sand wall burst in front of her face. A second wall fenced Mahi in with Saffira. The sand under Mahi became an incline, the ground too loose under her feet to grip as she slid back towards Saffira. Who had no trouble walking over it to grab Mahi''s leg and drag her across the sands towards Maple. "The Sandygast''s Shore Upbined with the Rockruff''s Steadfast inheritance is a beautifulbination," Professor Joan called over the speakers. As much as I love a bit of skin-on-skin action, a big shy bit of terrain control like this excites this old heart just as neatly." Tansy dying with Marina, Saffira not trying to free her Sandygast, it all made sense now. "This match was on a timer, and Maple didn''t know," Brandy said, her fingers grasping at the arena wall like she could pierce through and take Maple''s hands. "The more sand that builds up, the stronger the terrain gets for Saffira''s team." "You all assumed Maple would win because it''s Water against Rock." Morgan grinned. "But you can lose with a great hand if you get careless. Are you going to be careless with us, Brandy?" Morgan''s fingers had parted past Brandy''s panties and were stroking her slit, one wing pressed against her back like a feathered cloak to keep her pinned to the wall. Her touch''s warmth was enough to make Brandy melt and whimper. She could barely think straight. "Are you?" Morgan demanded an answer. "Never," Brandy panted. "Good." Morgan''s finger flicked against Brandy''s clit. The jolt was so intense that it made her knees buckle, and Morgan had to press her against the ss harder. Her voice was so quiet when she spoke again that Brandy had to strain to listen. "I like winning. I tasted it today, and it''s made me so hungry. I get you all to myself tonight, and I will rack up enough victories on your pretty body to eat my fill." The wing on her back curled round to cover Brandy''s mouth, stuffing it with feathers so she couldn''t reply as her fingers down below yfully stroked her insides. Every touch of the fingernail should have hurt, but instead, it was a dizzying spark of pleasure. "But I''m a greedy bird. I want more." She bit Brandy''s neck as punctuation, and the thrill that came with it was just exquisite. "I want a piece of Calcine for myself, a piece of Sparky, and a piece of Maple too." Morgan''s tonguepped against Brandy''s neck, and Brandy knew that if she hadn''t stuffed Brandy''s mouth, she''d have cried out for the sly witch. "I barely know Maple, so you''re going to let me see her through your eyes. You believe in her enough that I feel I''m missing something in this match, so show me what makes her so special to you." Morgan said, "Then, even more importantly, show what will make her special to me. Because I want to treasure her in my own way. Understand?" Brandy nodded. Morgan wanted to, in her own tricksy, forceful way,municate better with Brandy while keeping her boundaries securely up. If there was one thing Brandy knew she was good at, it was showing her love for others. Still, those probing fingers bringing their own Dark-Move infused delights wouldn''t make it easy. 237 – Honest Hearts 237 ¨C Honest Hearts Show Morgan why she loved Maple. Easy right? In her heart, Brandy knew that she loved Maple. Not as much as her Pok¨¦mon partners, she found Maple hot and loved being around her, but she wasn''t going to pretend all her love was equal. Calcine, Sparky, and Morgan mattered more to her. They relied on her and shared more personal moments and trials together. Maple was a wonderful woman, but she wasn''t on their level, and Brandy was okay with admitting that to herself. It was honest, and that didn''t mean Maple was worse for her; they just didn''t spend as much time together. Brandy ced her hands over Morgan''s, which were having a bit of fun squeezing her breasts, and gently pressed for some contact. Morgan needed that time, too, and she''d give it. She deserved to be on Calcine and Sparky''s level. It all took time and work, and Brandy was willing to put in plenty of effort to make it happen. Knowing she loved Maple was simple. Putting into words why was harder. Brandy had just never thought about it. The feelings were there, but Morgan wanted a deeper answer than that. Luckily, their time at the beach had given her some answers. "She needed my help, and I enjoyed giving it to her. So much that I caught the Maple bug." Brandy said, "I think that''s just something I love doing." Marina was stuck in a battle with Tansy again while Mahi was being dragged through the sand dunes by Saffira. The sand soaked up her water like a sponge, and she struggled to fight off the Trainer, who kissed up her side. If Maple kept fighting, she''d lose. That was obvious to Brandy. But she had faith that Maple had at least learned a little from their time together. "You help lots of people," Morgan said, taking a deep breath of Brandy''s scent. She seemed to really enjoy holding onto Brandy for herself. Morgan''s Dark Typing was an obvious part of her personality, but Brandy had mainly ignored her Flying Typing. Clearly a mistake, Flying types loved independence and one-on-one moments, Morgan was taking the moment in with such shameless enthusiasm it was like she''d been starved and finally had a meal put before her. "If helping people was enough to be their lover, you''d have hundreds." "If I''d been more observant at college, maybe I would have," Brandy smiled. "But it''s more than that. Some people I give to, and I''m happy I did it. But it ends there. They don''t need me after. You, Calcine, Sparky, and Maple? You all need me." "I need you?" Morgan said, amused. "Exin that one." Brandy pressed her body back against Morgan, who shoved her more firmly up to the window in response. It was nice, that squeeze of her lover''s body on her back. Oddlyforting. "I''m still learning a lot about you. You''replicated. But I know you love doing clever things and need someone who can understand and appreciate it. You love entertaining us all anding up with challenges and games. You adore it. We''re an audience who appreciates your show. You want that, and I provide it." "I do enjoy your wicked little mind." Morgan smiled, "Maple has that in her too. She''s realized she can win the fight. You can see that, right?" Brandy could. Maple wasn''t ordering Mahi. She was letting Saffira wear her down. Taking her distraction to get in close. She didn''t club Saffira once she did or push her; she wrapped an arm around her, leaned in, and licked the back of her neck. Saffira tried to push back, but oddly, she couldn''t move Maple. Saffira looked like she should have been able to toss Maple around like a rag, but she couldn''t even make her bend. A few words and Mahi rolled under her so they were face to face, trapping Saffira in a hug sandwich. "She''s not ordering her team anymore," Brandy said, "She''s going to try to take Saffira in a tumble herself." "Maybe Maple''s ran out of ideas," Morgan grinned, "Saffira loves fighting with her body, so Maple has finally revealed her own strength. Something to press back against for Saffira. Maple just challenged Saffira to try to tangle with her, and Saffira''s clearly not weak. That''s the sort of foolish thing you''d do in a fight." "Maple''s mom is a Falinks. She''s got Fighting inheritance from her. She''s way stronger than she looks." Brandy blushed. She''d been carried like a sack of potatoes by Maple a few times, and it was always a delight. Still, Saffira looked ripped as hell, so Maple should have at least been sweating. Something had changed there. Brandy still remembered her terrifying Volleyball spikes, but she hadn''t thought more of it then. Still, watching two Trainers wrestle and kiss while a gorgeous Goldeen soaked them both down with water and squeezed at whatever she could get at was a hell of a sight. "She''s incredibly hot." Brandy said, "I like that about her too." "Noted," Morganughed, shaking her wings to show them off, "You only pick the prettiest partners. And Sparky." "Sparky is adorable. Let the fluffball into your heart." "I''m going to work on you first. I''ll leave achieving the impossible forter." That was the problem with Flying Types. They really didn''t take to other Pok¨¦mon easily. As ridiculous as it sounded for Morgan, they were introverts at heart. It took time and effort to warm them up to a team. When they got there, they''d be almost inseparable, like Cassidy''s flock, but Brandy didn''t want to repeat Cassidy''s mistakes with Morgan and see her as a piece that needed to fit into a puzzle. Morgan would find her own space, Brandy was free to guide her, but she wasn''t going to try to force it. Morgan touched her cheek with a wing brush, angling Brandy''s head for a kiss. "You''re getting lost in thought. What''s in your head?" "Thinking about us. Maple puts in the work for her team. When we first met Mahi, she was ... difficult." "A huge bitch is what Sparky said." "Difficult," Brandy insisted. "But Maple''s worked on her, made her see what she''s doing wrong. She''s trying to help her be a better person. The same goes for Holly. All she thought about was sex, but on the beach, she seemed more in control of herself. She still loved sex, but she didn''t let it rule her. Marina, I know she''ll help, too." "I am not blind to the fact that you also do this for us. You let us indulge in what we like and try things. Calcine''s Fire badge, my brilliant and wise ideas, Sparky''s ridiculous ns." Brandy wasn''t so sure Morgan and Sparky''s ns were that different, but was also smart enough not to say that out loud right now. "You love Maple because you see a bit of yourself in her and want to nurture it." Morgan bit her bottom lip. "Brandy, you sure you didn''t get too excited fighting Wren? Maybe fucking yourself was always the goal." "You''re pushing your luck." Brandy snorted, "I just want her to be the best she can be. Because I know her best is something incredible." "Interesting. You think we''re all going to be something incredible?" "Are you not?" Brandy teased, "Modesty isn''t your thing. I think you can admit you''re a big deal." Morgan grinned, "Wait till you see my Evolution. You don''t even know what big means." Fuck. Brandy hadn''t even thought about Honchkrow Morgan. What would that be like? A better hat, a massive chest, and an ego to match? She might be impossible to deal with. Still, Brandy had a bit of experience with impossible now. "I got Calcine. I think I know what big means." "She is a lot, isn''t she? Maple is, too. Look at her." Brandy had gotten distracted, and the battle had gotten a little wilder. Marina had finally ice-blocked Tansy and was now fighting the sandcastle itself, walls trying to crush her and the floor rising up to try to snag her heels with gaping maws. But that was a sideshow to what Maple was doing; she had Saffira''s legs over he shoulders and her head between her legs, and she was driving her into the sand so deep she''d dug a furrow. Maple was eating pussy like her life depended on it, and Saffira wasn''t able to do much but flop about and moan with the biggest smile on her face. Mahi whispered into her ears, no doubt trying to stir things up. Saffira seemed to be absolutely loving it. "If you adore Maple for her pussy eating skills, I understand," Morgan said. "She is really getting in there." "Well," Brandy bit her lip. "The other stuff is more important, but that doesn''t hurt." "I can tell that Saffira looks like she''s about twenty licks from proposing." The bell ring was a cruel mercy, as Saffira was enjoying herself way too much. But clearly, the judges felt she wouldn''t survive Maple''s tongue without help. Morgan and Brandy were swept off their feet and into Calcine''s arms, and Sparky slipped around to tickle their legs and make them kick in fits of giggles. "You two are being so mushy!" Sparky cackled. Her hair was aplete mess, and her fur had gone frizzy from the heat of Calcine''s affection. "Let''s enjoy this ending together." "Have your giantess pin us to the ss then," Morgan said, "So we can get a proper view." "Calcine, smush these horny idiots," Sparky said proudly. Calcine obeyed, and Brand found herself squeezed into Morgan. Calcine kept a firm grip on both their stomachs. "You don''t love Calcine for this?" Brandy whispered. "This is so hot." "I''m warming up to it," Morgan smirked. "It was nice to talk like this. I learned a lot. It gave me some ideas." "I''m nning the date tonight." Brandy said, "I want to spoil you. Save your ideas." "Spoil away," Morgan snuck a quick kiss as she rubbed a hand along Calcine''s bicep. "Ruining your ns with my own is part of the fun." Rascal. She really was more like Sparky than she wanted to admit. "I still think Calcine''s ass could convert you." "My ass is incredible," Calcine nodded. She was covered in tiny little wet kiss marks. The two really had just gone mad at each other. Cute. "Morgan, do you want a look? You haven''t had a proper look at my gigantic and shapely ass yet." "No," Morgan sniffed. "I want to focus on the fight. Assester." She wanted to so badly, but she knew she''d lose her head like she had with Aniseed, so she put it off. It made Brandy smile to see Morgan willingly ying a game she knew she''d lose. It showed she cared more than she could admit. Drawing it out would take work, but it''d be worth it. There was a lot of good in that Murkrow chest, and it''d only grow when she evolved. Brandy still didn''t quite know what would make Morgan evolve, but just like Morgan, she wouldn''t give up. She had some idea of the rules now; she just needed to keep going until she could master this game. 238 – A Whimper (A lil’ 18+) 238 ¨C A Whimper (A lil¡¯ 18+) As rough as Maple had been having it, getting Holly on the field changed everything. Brandy had seen the blue mousedy''s power during Volleyball when she''d given Maple a shot of Helping Hand. That short burst of power was devastating,bined with Holly''s ability to bounce about on her water ball tail and drop that buff on anyone at a moment''s notice. Nova might have all the glittering raygun power, but it wasn''t much against a boosted Marina barrelling over her like a steamroller. "Someone''s about to owe us a lot of chip cones." Sparky teased as they watched Marina use Nova as a club to break down one of the sand walls. Holly bounced through the gap, her tail shing with water as she spun and bombed into another wall, which broke apart and swarmed her, trying to slow her down by mixing water and sand to make a sludgy mess. "Though maybe the Sandygast will save their asses. She''s really doing work!" "She''s trying, but water and sand is a thixotropic mixture." Morgan tutted into the translucent arena wall Calcine was pressing her into. "It won''t slow her down." "I wonder how you know these words sometimes," Brandy said, shuffling in Calcine''s grip. Warm, firm, and squishing her up against a wall? Heavenly. "It means it''s gel-like, but the more force you apply to it, the more it acts like water," Calcine said. "I know because Lapidary told me paint works like that." "Maybe she watched our match," Brandy grinned. "She said she wanted you to be a Carkoal next time you saw her. Imagine what she''d say about you now." Making a giantess blush was a lot of fun, but the giantess had a counterattack. Calcine wrapped an arm around Brandy''s waist and hoisted her up for a devastating kiss. Hot and heavy, with Calcine''s massive tongue rolling inside her mouth, her breath hot on Brandy''s lips, the smell of her hair still faintlyced with the snappy electric scent of Sparky. The sheer size of the body that pinned Brandy against the wall. arjwghesahgew... "Is this why you can''t stay a Coalossal?" Morgan said, "You''ve broken our trainer." "She needs to learn to take a break," Calcine smiled. "Look, Saffira''s going to get Nova back in the game." Holly had burst out the other side of a wet sand wall. The watery ball of her tail spun and whipped around to loosen the surrounding sands further. She struck a dramatic pose, one hand on her hip, and then got buried under an avnche of mud. Nova cackled as she flexed her red ws to shake thest bits of mud off the end of her ws and gave her long, messy blue hair a dramatic flick. "Tansy''s Rock Tomb, Nova''s Mud p, and the Shore Up from the Sandygast." Morgan whistled. "That''s a lot of terrain control. Saffira''s put together a clever little team. Bog your opponents down, and then use Tansy''s speed and Nova''s sts to wear them down." "Is mud thick as Anisotropic?" Sparky asked innocently. "Thixotropic." Morgan corrected. "You''re saying that wrong on purpose, and no, not oily enough. Mud just gets boggier." "Mud?" Brandy mumbled in the kiss, her words slurred by the huge, warm tongue trying to explore her throat. "Maple mud wrestling?" "Not yet, sweetheart," Morgan smiled. "Sparky, what did you do to Calcine? She''s worked up." Sparky just gave the dirtiestugh Brandy had ever heard. Morgan squirmed out of Calcine''s grip and gave chase, trying to catch the Joltik so she could tickle the information out of her. It led to a chaotic smashing chase through the room that they''d have to clean upter, or Brandy would feel incredibly guilty. It probably was far from the biggest mess trainers made of these ces. It left her with Calcine, who used her free arm to get under Brandy''s ass and cradle her into a toe-curling kiss. Brandy didn''t really know how much time passed before the kiss was over. Still, without the arena wall to lean on, she''d have shown she was thixotropic herself and oozed onto the floor. "Wow." "You were sucking my dick a few minutes ago." "Yeah, but that wasn''t a kiss. Holy shit." Calcine bent to get eye level with Brandy, which really showed off how much she loomed. It suited her. Brandy always felt Calcine had a big personality, and now she finally had a body to match. "Why don''t you want to stay a Coalossal?" Brandy said, "You wear it really well." "I like stealing your shirts," Calcine said, a massive hand stroking under Brandy''s chin. "They wouldn''t fit anymore." "If you''re worried about size, don''t," Brandy said, stroking Calcine''s hand. The thrill of all that power made Brandy''s blood boil in a good way. It wasn''t a pure-size thing; Brandy didn''t much care about that sort of thing; it was just howfortably Calcine owned it. This new body fit her. "I like you being bigger than me. I feel safe when you hold me. You look stunning." "I know I do. Watch this." Calcine said and rolled her hips. There was a crash, and Brandy saw that Morgan had run right into a chair and fallen into a feathery heap. "Put that ass away!" Morgan squeaked. "Fuck, it''s so beautiful." "There are a few reasons I''m not keeping it," Calcine grinned, shaking her hips and getting some weak groans from Morgan, who was both trying to shield her eyes and desperately looking. "Some I''m still working out, but this is one reason. I''m not going to go around with an ass like this all day. You''re all just going to get distracted. It''s not just about my strength; we''re a team, so it''s about all of you, too. You need to work hard and prove you can handle all this. Until then, I always got the stone to bring it out as a treat." "I can handle it!" Sparky called. "I''m going to prove it on our date." "I''m going to end her, Brandy," Calcine whispered. "I am going to squish the bug." Brandy just patted Calcine''s cheek. Good. It''s what Sparky would want. There was an almighty bang, a deafening roar that rattled everything. The crowd absolutely lost it as the roar died down. Brandy leaned back to look and saw that the Sandygast''s castle had been absolutely annihted. Nova had exploded, her broken body glowing in the air, scattering everyone across the arena. Except the Sandygast was already getting up again, shaking her head off, sand spilling down her blobby form to make her hair. "Ghosts are immune to Normal Moves. Including Explosion." Brandy gasped. "That''s why she got a Ghost. That''s genius." "Great idea, but she should have paid more attention. Marina has Endure," Calcine said, "She just tanked the big hit. Should have worn her down first. Now it''s the Sandyghast against Marina and ... " Weak to Ice and Water, the Sandygast was just outmatched. Marina''s ice javelins turned her into a pincushion, and then she was thrown back into the mud and frozen there. Marina trudged through the mess of the arena and dug about for her Maple and Saffira while everyone squirmed on the floor. Brandy needed a solution to Explosion, she might have to fight Saffira sometime, and it was a devastating Move. Without Marina, Maple''s team would have been cooked. Instead, Marina had both Trainers plucked out of the sand and mud, shaking the two dripping messes clean and nudging Maple back to life. Maple whispered something and pointed at Brandy. Wait, what? "Oh, of course, she knows we''re here." Calcine chuckled, "She''s going to give us a show. Maple, you really are a good girlfriend." Marina walked Saffira over to the Arena wall Brandy was looking through and mmed her right up to it, hands behind her back and her breasts squished up against the barrier. Saffira struggled weakly, and Marina pped her ass and then slid her fingers between Saffira''s legs, stroking to coax her back to life. It was an insane view. Saffira''s face was right up to the barrier, and Brandy could see every detail. Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were slightly parted, all that desire painted on her so inly in mud, sweat, and needy muscle twitches. Brandy was too distracted to notice Calcine shift and push her up against the wall, her thick fingers slipping between Brandy''s legs in a mirror of what Marina was doing. "Calcine!" Brandy gasped. "It''s what Maple wants," Calcine said, "But if you want, I''ll stop." "No, I want it," Brandy whined, matching her chest press with Saffira. Pressing her hands to the same spots, a handhold separated by the thin barrier. She was just as exhausted as Saffira and just as worked up. She knew this was going to be a long show. "Just... fuck, your fingers are giant. You might have to take it slow." Calcine growled to signal she''d heard Brandy''s advice. But it was apparently discarded. She was not slow. The moment Brandy had given the go-ahead, Calcine went into a full-on assault, her giant fingers curling up and driving up and down, the pad of her thumb pressing at her clit. The roughness of her touch, the power behind the thrusting, was absolutely perfect. Calcine was inmand, and Brandy could only hold on for the ride. In front of her, Marina''s fingers were eventually reced by Maple''s tongue as she crouched between Saffira''s legs and let her sit on Maple''s face so she could eat her out. All the while, Marina held Saffira fast and slowly worked on her rear. Brandy couldn''t see the ass fuckinging her way, but she could hear the ps of it, and she could see how Saffira just broke down into a mewling mess. "Saffira really was close," Brandy whined, her hips bucking up as she ground into Calcine''s fingers. The Coalossal was relentless, her fingers driving deeper, rubbing faster. "But I knew my Maple would pull through. She wanted it so bad." "Saffira''s pretty stubborn, and Maple''s got a lot to prove. They were a good match," Calcine agreed, her fingers driving a bit faster, the pad of her thumb pressing harder. She effortlessly unwinded Brandy''s thoughts into a happy blur. "You''ll have to fight one of them someday. Are you going to be ready?" "You''ll all make me ready," Brandy gasped. "We''ve got to get stronger so you can be a Coalossal all the time." Calcine''s free hand curled around Brandy''s neck, and Calcine bent her back for an upside-down kiss. It was the most beautiful way to shut her up. She wasn''t sure how long it was, but when the announcers barked out to give the match to Maple. Brandy broke the kiss, a whining, moaning mess, her hips bucking into the hand between her legs. A rush of ecstasy tore through her and made her toes curl, her back arch, and her mind just shut off. Everything became a soft, fuzzy white noise. She''d watched the match, cheered for her girlfriend, and endured a lot. Now, she needed to rest. She could trust her partners to handle things from here. 239 – Brandy Sitting 239 ¨C Brandy Sitting "You can''t do this!" Morgan hissed, "I will destroy you both." "You wanted more time with Brandy!" Sparky grinned, "You can have the whole rest of the day. She''spletely at your mercy." Morgan cradled Brandy to her chest. The sleepy redhead had stayed awake just long enough to watch Maple win. Now, she shuffled in her sleep, trying to getfy in Morgan''s feathers. A rather annoying nasally snore rumbled in her throat. "You were with Cassidy for a good while. You know how to take care of humans, don''t you?" Calcine said with a gentle smile. Morgan squinted at Calcine, trying to spot any malice in her eyes. Unfortunately, the triangle white-hot glow of Calcine''s eyes wasn''t exactly easy to read. She was probably being sincere. "Of course, I can handle her," Morgan huffed. "But ... ugh, whatever, go on. Shoo." "We can stay and help if you need it," Calcine said, "I''m serious." "I''m fine! I don''t need help." Morgan rolled her eyes and waved Brandy at them, one arm dangling out of her wings. "I can handle one sleepy human. You go have your date. It''s my gift to you both for the win." "It''s genuinely cool you set this up for us," Sparky grinned, holding a hand in the air. Calcine took the hand and squeezed it, to Sparky''s obvious squealing delight. "I want a bite of the Coalossal. I''m officially willing to tolerate you now." "Your praise is as thin as you are short," Morgan said, shuffling her hold on Brandy''s body so she could flip Sparky off. "I hope you break your jaw." "Oooooh, degrade me more!" "Calcine," Morgan sighed. "Take your trouble with you, please?" Calcine just hauled Sparky up off her feet. A surprised gasp from Sparky before she was tucked under Calcine''s arm like a kitbag. She kicked her feet wildly, wearing the biggest grin Morgan had ever seen. "She''ll be a lot quieter when I bring her back." Calcine rumbled, and she looked concerned at Brandy''s sleeping face. "Don''t be afraid to ask for help if Brandy wakes up feeling poorly, she overexerted. Lots of water and some heat packs should-" "Okay! Okay, you big worrier," Morgan flicked a hand, and a small stirring puff of wind blew over Calcine. "She''s just napping. It''ll be fine. Have fun together. You''ve earned it." Calcine''s expression softened into a smile. "We''ll be back tomorrow morning." "Meet back up at the Pok¨¦-center. Don''t rush; I may bete. I have ns for this redhead." Morgan smirked. "Evil ns." "I trust you," Calcine nodded, "Make sure she enjoys it." "If you get her a tattoo, it has to be a kissable one! Nothing weird!" Sparky cried as Cacline carried her off. "Take pictures if the tattooist is hot! Bonus points. Bonus poooooints!" Sparky''s voice faded out as they disappeared into the crowds on the cruise ship, trying to dry themselves off after thest fight. Nova''s Explosion had also sent the entire pool airborne and gifted everyone a free shower. Morgan looked down at the dozing Brandy in her wings, her spiky red hair still damp from her shower. Brandy mumbled and turned, burying her face into Morgan''s warm feathers. Cute. She couldn''t wait for the date. She just had to keep her safe until then. Which she absolutely knew how to do. One hundred percent. Morgan tipped her head to listen for Calcine''s heavy footsteps, but they''d faded away. Calcine and Sparky had to be out of earshot by now. Morgan darted for the couch, gingerly lowering Brandy onto it and digging through her backpack for her Pok¨¦dex. It took a few tries to turn it on. Morgan could never remember the buttonbo to do it, and once it fired up, she started cycling through Brandy''s contacts. "Hot Bunny Maid. Leek Knight. Hot Surfer Mom." she read aloud and shot an evil re at the couch. "The worst organization. Hot Zigzag Crew. Hot Hottie. Hot Hottie? Brandy!" Morgan just got a snore in response. Downing a shot of left-over gin, which turned out to be a coffee-vored one that really didn''t work, Morgan swallowed it down and kept flicking rapidly through the messy list of people Brandy had met. She nearly threw the Pok¨¦dex across the room when she finally saw ''Hot Calcine Bird friend.'' Perfect! It did its chirpy ringing tone three times, Morgan staring daggers at the nk screen before it finally popped to life, the screen full of white feathers. "Harper! Harper!" Morgan whispered, not wanting to wake Brandy up. "Harper, I need help." The white feathers pulled back to reveal the Swanna with those beautiful silvery eyes and neatly clipped andyered white hair. She was lying on a pillow, but she shifted across the bed, hip jutted out and the very picture of elegance. "Fuck, you look good even with bed hair," Morgan whistled, "Did I wake you up?" "Morgan!" Harper trilled, "I''d say I''m thrilled, but do you know what time it is?" "I don''t know," Morgan said, looking out the window at the sun still high in the sky. "... sometime after lunch?" "Wait, really?" Harper snapped her head up. "Oh shit, Cassidy''s going to pluck, cook, and eat my ass." "Lucky you," Morgan said, "Well, since you''re already in trouble with your boss, can you help me with mine?" "Sure! Sure, I''d love to catch up, but let''s make this quick. What''s the matter with Brandy?" Morgan turned to show Brandy sprawled out over the sofa, her snoring cheeks still wet from all the kisses. "She''s asleep? That''s not a problem." "They left me with her," Morgan replied in a whispered rush. "I barely ever took care of Cassidy! Bash, and you did all that." "Only because you always overthought it and went into a panic." Harper smiled, pushing up to sit in her bed. The camera showed the edge of someone in the bed with her, lying face down on a pillow, with long brown hair that came down to her waist and a few tufts of blonde poking up out between her forehead and the pillow. A brown feather or two peeked between the hair along her shoulder. "Do you really need help with Brandy? Or do you need someone to calm you down?" "I''m alone with her!" Morgan whined, gripping the edge of her hat. "What if she chokes? Or she gets too hot and starts to feel feverish? Or wakes up with aches?" "Then handle her. You''re good at handling things." Harper said, "Make sure she gets water; don''t let her run about if she''s tired, and just cuddle up. If you''re panicking, just ask for some help. People are good. They''ll help." "Water. Cuddles. People. Check." Morgan nodded. "Right. She''s going to take me on a dateter." "You''re such an odd Flying Type," Harper said with an amused chuckle as punctuation. "Don''t you want her to yourself? You loved getting to steal Cassidy away." "I do, but fuck. She''s a lot, Harper," Morgan sighed. "I wanted to impress her today, but she didn''t give me the chance." "And you''re furious?" "No! I''m not," Morgan fidgeted with the brim of her hat. "It doesn''t bother me much at all. Shouldn''t it? I''mpetitive. That''s what I wanted to be. So why aren''t I angry about it?" "I''m not sure these are questions I can answer," Harper said, her hand drifting through the silky brown waves of her bed partner''s hair. "The one who can is snoring beside you so loudly I can hear her. You''re upset you didn''t get to impress her?" "Yes! No. Kind of?" Morgan bit her lip. "Her partners don''t love me like you all do. I''m worried I won''t fit in. Did I fuck up?" "Morgan!" Harper gasped, "You''re worrying? Holy shit. You featherbrain. You''re so in love." "What?" "So in love," Harper repeated. "You care what she thinks about you and what her partners think about you. L-O-V-E." "I''m not in ..." Morgan waved a wing in the air. "That word, and even if I am, what if I can''t fit in?" "Morgan, you are a terrifyingly effective Murkrow when you want to be. I shared your head for a long time. I know you''ve got a sharp mind, and when you set your sights on something, you won''t let anything stop you. You''ll break any rule. You broke a bond with us." Morgan guiltily shied her gaze from the camera. "Hey! No, I''m not mad, get your eyes back on my perfect neckline." Harper called out, "That took guts. I couldn''t have done it, but you know you had to if you wanted to be happy. Morgan, you''re ruthlessly effective when you set your mind to something. If you want this woman and her partners to love you, I know you can pull it off. Gather up all your sly Murkrow spells and steal her fucking heart." "Sappy bitch." Morgan blushed. "But thanks." "Send me some topless pictures of Calcine, and we''re even." Harper sniffed. "You good?" "I''m good." Morgan bit her lip. "Are you good? Who are you in bed with?" Her partner''s neck twisted a full one-eighty degrees to face up at the ceiling, her long golden eyebrows waggling as she smugly hooted. "Who? Who indeed?" Harper screamed and then dropped the Pok¨¦dex with a thump. Morgan could hear someone getting mercilessly beaten with a pillow. "You''re not getting on the team now! You bitch!" "Worth it." the owl-woman cackled, "Does your friend have a spot for a Noctowl?" "You can''t handle what I have here!" Morgan called out, massaging Brandy''s butt as she stirred in her sleep from the sound. "Thanks, Harper. Bite her feathers out for me!" "I will! Come here, you!" Morgan looked down at the sleeping Brandy, tension bleeding out of her as she started to cook up a n. "Ask for help," Morgan tutted. "I wonder..." --- It was nice to get out of that stuffy viewing room and onto the ship''s deck. Morgan was by the railing, her summoned help perched along it, craning their heads in to look at the redhead sleeping soundly in her arms. "We should feed her some chips." one of the Wingulls said, "That always makes me feel better." The rest of the Wingulls nodded sagely at this. Harper was an elegant vision of perfectly kempt white feathers. The Wingulls all looked like they''d just been dragged out of bed by their feet and had a single-minded hunger for chips and women who could give them chips. They had a kind of scruffy charm to them. Morgan rather liked how simple they were to understand. "She''s tuckered out; she can''t eat anything right now," Morgan snorted. ¡°I thought you might know a ce for her to sleep this off. Somewhere cozy. She owes me a date, so we¡¯ve got to take perfect care of her until then." "We''re all cozy. You look real cozy," another Wingull said, slinking an arm around Morgan andying her head on Morgan''s shoulder. Looking up at her with glistening ck eyes. "Onerge portion of chips, and we''ll take turns being a cuddle puddle for her when your wings get tired." "Pick a good spot and don''t feed her any chips, and we got a deal." "Sick. Can you teach us how to flirt more?" a third asked hopefully. "I tried it on a tallss with tattoos and a slinky tongue earlier, and she looked so shocked she said she needed to fix me." "Did she?" Morgan asked suspiciously. A slinky tongue? Wasn''t that Professor Joan? "She gave me a chip cone. Fixed me right up. Flirting rules." Morganughed. Even a Professor couldn''t handle smooth Wingulls. She needed to pay that Professor back a bit for trying to bully her Trainer. "One feather bed for chips and flirting lessons is a deal. You can show that talldy you met what you''ve learned after. I''ll bet she''ll buy you a whole packet." "Fuckin'' A. You''re the best ckbird." Morgan hugged Brandy to herself and took a deep breath of ocean air. "Trying to be." she smiled, "That''ll have to do for now." 240 – Good but Buggy 240 ¨C Good but Buggy Big Calcine. Huge. Massive. You could almost say ... Colossal. Hehehe. "What are you giggling about?" Calcine said fondly, squeezing her palm down on Sparky''s hand. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough that it sent a shiver up Sparky''s spine. The me-haired giantess was being oh-so careful with her strength, and that filled Sparky''s blood with nervous lightning. It wasn''t pleasant to feel this anxiety. Almost nauseating even, and yet, the fact it was Calcine making her feel this way made it a rush that made Sparky want to bounce about the deck of the ship. To climb her shoulders and yell excitedly to everyone nearby, then draw down enough lightning that the skies would crack open, and she could let it all out in one pyrostic burst that''d finally clear her head and stop her body trembling. Sparky expressed all this bottled-up feeling with apletely mad grin as she turned up at the smiling Coalossal, her messy yellow hair bobbing about as she skipped to keep up with Calcine''s long stride. "You have to admit we make a funny pair! The Bug and Volcano!" "Nothing funny about it," Calcine said. "There''s no one I''d rather be with right now." Sparky''s reply died in her throat, and with a bite of her lip, she leaned into Calcine''s thigh and let the Coalossal steer their walk. It was so unfair how blunt Calcine could be! Sparky had no defenses against that kind of sincerity. Calcine brushed aside her jokes and squished down on Sparky''s heart as effortlessly as she breathed. Calcine wasn''t stupid; Sparky didn''t need to wait for her to earn a Fire Badge to know that. She had a tactical mind and a calm, methodical process to everything she did. Her being blunt wasn''t because she couldn''t pick up on Sparky''s jokes; it was because when Calcine did something, it was with serious intent. When Calcine yed a joke, you always saw iting. But it was still funny because of how hard she ran you over. Since her evolution, Calcine had found the courage tomit fully to everything she did. How was a bug meant to handle that? She was just a little thing, being told she was treasured by the coolest person she''d ever met. Brandy included. Sparky adored the leggy Trainer, but with Brandy, Sparky never felt undeserving. Brandy made it very clear she needed them all. If Sparky felt a bit useless, the woman attached to those legendary thighs would smooth her fur and patiently exin how Brandy needed them. Not just sexually, though the insatiable minx certainly did thirst for that, but what her Trainer was inheriting was bing a strange mix of all three of them. It was so funny to see Brandy act like a little brat, and when they''d fought together, she''d brought the same manic energy and speed that Sparky loved. Calcine though. Fuck, Calcine was her own impossibly beautiful thing. Every crack that let her take charge just made her more blisteringly attractive. It wasn''t the size of her, though, that did do wonderful things for Sparky. Every bit of new confidence she had made her shine brighter. Her smiles were sharper and easier to get lost in, her eyes burned hotter, and even being around her made Sparky''s skin prickle from the heat and sweat bead in her fur. Sparky had it so bad for this woman that it hurt, and she endured it happily. "You two! Aw, look at you both. You look so cheerful." Sparky hadn''t been paying attention to where they were going, so lost in staring at her date that nothing else had mattered. Calcine had steered them to a poolside bar table, where an incredibly curvy woman was sitting surrounded by Wooloo, a tall ss of lemonade in hand and a massive sun hat on her head. Her curly ck hair with red tips was like a less vivid version of Calcine''s. She was slightly slumped into her chair, azy smile on her face that wanted to be brighter but didn''t have the energy. The Wooloo around her were having fun giving her little kisses to her fingertips and thighs, nuzzling up with their soft coats as gently as they could, all content smiles and bright glowing gold eyes. "Wren?" Sparky said, "I like the hair. Red tips are cool." "I''m trying them out. It was fun being Brandy for a bit. I wanted something to remember her by," she said, stretching her arms up with a pained whine. It made her massive chest push out in a way that was really pleasing to the eye, and from her sly smile, she knew they were both looking at it. "If you''re after my team, I''m sorry, but you broke them. They''re having some Binding Ball time." "I wanted to find you," Calcine said. "I have a favor to ask. Before that, you seem to be doing well for yourself. Do you have any hard feelings about the match?" "I really wanted to win, but you gave it your all. We had a nice debrief with this Obstagoon called Glossia, who jumped in on our shower," Wren sighed wistfully, "I only half heard what she said. She''s so hot. Like a lean punky Calcine with massive hair and a stare like she just wants to eat you right up. I was trembling the whole time, but she was great. I hate that I was so tired. I would have let her destroy me." "Big, handsome, and with a hungry fire in her belly?" Sparky whistled, "Imagine being destroyed by someone like that. Wouldn''t that be great?" Calcine snorted and stroked Sparky''s hair. Sparky leaned into it, letting her scratch deep. Yessss. "I don''t have to imagine being destroyed. It happened, remember?" Wren blushed, pulling a Wooloo close to let her lick along the top of Wren''s chest and around the curve of her neck. Thevishing affection seemed to calm her blush down. "I didn''t win this time, but everyone from Postwick treats me like I''m the next Red. It''s embarrassing but also really cool?" That little uncertainty. Sparky knew that tone and the best way to cut it off; you had to show you affirm them but yfully. "Being draped in women while looking hot as sin is very cool," Sparky grinned, "No wonder you captured Dinah. You wear Pok¨¦mon really well." It got augh out of Wren, and Sparky could see her worry flit away. yfully pointing out she looked like a superstar right now was the perfect pin to puncture her nerves. "Charmers. Okay, what do you want? I have some pampering to get back to." "I''d like to borrow your Pok¨¦dex for a few hours." Calcine said, "I''ll get it right back to you after. I need it for something important, and it didn''t feel right to leave Morgan without Brandy''s in case of an emergency." Sparky looked up at Calcine, who was keeping a perfectly straight face. Hugging round her hip, Sparky nuzzled her cheek into the smooth skin and enjoyed the wonderful thick curves of a Coalossal before she looked up at Calcine with big blue eyes. "What do you need that for?" "It''s a surprise." "Look at you! Scheming. I''m so proud of you!" Sparky said, briefly debating if she should bite it out of Calcine. No, as fun as it''d be to get punished right now she didn''t want to break the mood. "Is this for our date?" "You''ll find out," Calcine said, putting a thumb in Sparky''s mouth to keep her quiet. Sparky was happy to give it a lick, and to her delight, Calcine tugged, drawing a moan out of Sparky she couldn''t hold back. "I''m not nning to do anything for the rest of the day except rx. Who am I to get in the way of a good scheme?" Wren said, "Merino, can you pass Calcine my Pok¨¦dex? It''s in my handbag." Wren''s Pok¨¦dex was a matte ck with little swirly lines, making it look a bit like Dinah''s dripping goo-like skin. It was a bit weird, but she was a Ghost Ace. If she was only a bit weird, that was a mercy. Calcine immediately started tapping away at it, leaving Sparky to hold the conversation. "So, a date?" Wren said, her eyebrow raised, "She''s twice your size." "I know, it''s awesome." Sparky grinned, "You know what she''s like? Overwhelming. I''m going to get ttened." "Certainly overwhelming," Wren tipped up the chin of a Wooloo and snuck a kiss. "I''m surprised you''re not tired, though. Was I really not enough for you?" "You were amazing, and you know it. I''m an Electric Type, we''re full of energy, and Calcine is..." Sparky waved up at Calcine as she tapped away on Wren''s Pok¨¦dex with her giant fingers. "A lot to handle." "I didn''t actually get to fully handle her. She just used her tongue." Wren tipped down her sunsses, showing Sparky her swirling pupils. It was such a weirdly intense look, but Sparky could see the hunger in there. "Though it was more than I could handle this time. Maybe that''s the favor I''ll call in someday. Find out if I can finally handle the full Coalossal package." "I''ve seen the full package. You''re gonna need to train hard. You''re going to be a terrifying Ghost Ace Wren," Sparky shivered. "Keep at it; I want to watch with horror as you try to use Calcine as a measuring stick for your progress." "You have some wonderfully strange tastes." Wren said, "Go on, if you''re taking my Pok¨¦dex, you can leave me to rx. I''ll be here when you get back. You broke me." "Enjoyed doing it," Sparky grinned. "d I was effective." "You''re a little terror." Wren smiled. "But big where it counts." Sparky couldn''t help but feel proud of that. "Come on," Calcine said, pocketing Wren''s Pok¨¦dex and giving her a nod farewell. "It''ll take about half an hour for them to get ready. Let''s go check the shops on the pier. I want to buy you something nice." "Them? Who''s them?" "You''ll find out." "Tell me!" Sparky mbered up Calcine''s body as she took off. "Or I bite." "I can tell you, or I can buy you something nice. One or the other. Won''t have time for both." Fuck. An obvious choice, but it was devious of Calcine to make Sparky pick. Maybe Calcine was learning a little from Morgan. "I want you to spoil me. I need spoiling Calcine." Sparky sniffed. "I''m just a poor little bug on this team of terrors." "You''re the worst of all of us," Calcine smiled, sliding an arm around Sparky and picking her up for a breathtaking kiss. Fast, hot, and overwhelming. It was great. "But if you''re scared, I''ll protect you." "You''re the biggest terror." Sparky blushed as she dropped her weight into Calcine''s arms. "I''m weak to Fire and Rock. You''re my perfect counter." "I''d never do anything you don''t want," Calcine said, "And I know you want a lot. If I make you melt today, it''s because you want it, need it, and deserve it." Fuck. It was unfair. Sparky couldn''t match this level of hotness. Not even close. She''d burn up and be crushed and just have to hope Calcine enjoyed such an effortless victory. Even a taste of Calcine''s dick had made her thoughts rattle to a mush. If Calcine actually went at her with her full strength? All Sparky would be able to do was squirm and take it. Put like that, having such a big weakness for Calcine didn''t sound so bad. She''d just have tost longer than Wren, she wanted the full Coalossal package. No matter how out of her league she was. 241 – Hammering the Message Home (18+) 241 ¨C Hammering the Message Home (18+) It was hard not tough at Sparky sometimes. Calcine had said she could buy whatever she wanted when they''d reached the pier. Sparky had gravitated to the food carts with an adorably mischievous smirk. They''d held hands in line, and then she''d ordered the biggest hotdog she could find, with all the trimmings. Now, she was making a whole show of eating it while pointedly staring at Calcine. The little scamp wasn''t hungry. It was a really stupid joke, an excuse to get Calcine fired up by shoving half a massive hotdog around her throat while making slurpy noises. Calcine was a Rock Type. Serious, dependable, and reserved. She really shouldn''t have found it funny at all. Instead, she was choking down augh. Every littleically overdone "Mmm!" from Sparky made Calcine''s breath burn in her throat. She had to breathe slowly and steadily, or she''d startughing so hard that she''d end up in a coughing fit. It was still incredibly tough. Sparky alwaysmitted so hard to her jokes. "It''s so big! I''m going to need help with it." Sparky sighed, "We should get a second Pok¨¦mon in here. It''s the only way I''m going to survive it." Her eyes were wide and innocent as she looked up at Calcine to see her response. The Coalossal couldn''t hold it togetherpletely. Hernose twitched with the urge to grin, and a faint flush ofva-like red glowed on her cheeks from holding herughter in. Calcine swallowed hard and brushed her hair back topose herself. Sparky''s lips parted in a victorious grin, her eyes sparkling with amusement. The only hope of keeping dignity was to strike back. "Don''t be ridiculous. You can handle it," Calcine said, trying to ignore the obvious joke. "Just be patient, and you''ll get there. We don''t want to make a mess." Sparky''s grin widened as her gaze drifted to the hotdog, "Mess? Oh, I don''t mind making a mess." Sheughed. "I just can''t get the thing in my mouth." Justughing at her wasn''t the right move. As funny as Calcine found Sparky, their rtionship had a rhythm. Sparky enjoyed trying to get a rise out of Calcine, and the fun of it was not giving it to her, making her try harder and harder until Calcine cracked. At least that''s how it usually went, but Calcine felt she''de a long way since they''d first met. She''d evolved once, and if she really wanted to, she could feel at home in this massive Coalossal body. She didn''t just have to endure Sparky''s jokes. She had ways to strike back. Calcine stopped walking along the pier, and Sparky froze in ce by her side. Just the tiniest flick of fear in her eyes that she''d pushed things too far before she regained her nerve and sucked the end of her hotdog with a lewd little growl in her throat. Sparky only came up to her hips, so Calcine had to bend over almost ny degrees to get eye level, steadying herself with one hand on Sparky''s shoulder. The sheer weight of her upper body pressed down on the bug''s shoulder and made her legs wobble, but she locked those legs for Calcine and held firm. Sparky had four beautiful, expressive blue eyes, and right now, they were wide open in anticipation, utterly unsure of what Calcine was going to do to her. The slight tremble Calcine could feel in her fingers could have been mistaken as fear, but she knew Sparky. That was pure, nervous excitement. Calcine gripped Sparky''s jaw and her hand was so massive it could cup a lot of Sparky''s neck as well. Rather than try to make it fit, it was easier to tilt Sparky''s head up so she couldn''t avoid staring into Calcine''s burning white eyes. "Open your mouth," Calcine ordered. She had a Fire badge studded onto her belt, and she hit thatmand with all the borrowed authority it gave. Calcine felt Sparky swallow, the lump in her throat passing along her palm as she opened her mouth. Her jaw gently pressed against Calcine''s powerful grip. "Wider," Calcine said firmly. "Don''t y around. Make an effort. Stretch." Sparky did as she was told. Her eyes locked on Calcine, her gaze full of anticipation; Sparky''s mouth slowly opened wider and wider until it looked like her jaw might pop.Calcine grabbed the hotdog with two fingers and stuffed Sparky''s mouth to burst with it.Sparky''s cheeks bulged as she tried to adjust her mouth, her lips stretching around the greasy sausage. It was impossible not to think of it in other ways, but Calcine wasmitted now, and she would see it through. "Chew," Calcine rumbled, her red and ck hair trailing over her shoulders and mixing with Sparky''s yellow fur. "I know what you can handle, and this is nothing." Calcine let her go, and Sparky fell backward,nding on her butt and barely catching herself with her hands. She''d managed to catch herself in time not to take a bite and choke, so the hotdog was nted in her mouth like a gpole. Folding her arms, Calcine tapped her foot impatiently. "Well? The longer you take to eat that, the longer we wait here." Sparky started chewing frantically to amodate the sudden mouthful, using both hands to get her meal under control. She had a mission now and went at it with a hunger that made the fire in Calcine''s chest re up. Sparky was so eager that her eyes watered as she gulped the hotdog. After finishing it in a few madly eager bites, her eyes narrowed and sparkled with excitement. "That was hotter than a Magcargo," Sparky said, ketchup and mustard spread all over her face. "It''s amazing what I can fit in there with some encouragement." Sparky scrambled back up to her feet and tried to lick the mess off her lips. When that failed, she globbed a big lump of webbing in her hand and used the sticky mess like a towel; it didn''t really work, just spreading it all around into one big, multicolored, greasy mess. "What do you think?" Sparky said, bouncing with excitement. "Am I beautiful?" Her smile was so proud despite the mess it broke Calcine. "One of a kind," Calcineughed and got her hands around Sparky''s waist, picking her up for kisses. "Come here, let me get that off you." It wasn''t an effective method, but it did draw a crowd. After taking a few photos of the pair, a kind couple even gave them a whole packet of napkins to clear it up. It was horribly undignified, shameful even. Calcine smiled the whole way through. --- The pier was more touristy than a proper shopping district, so they''d only ended up buying a few silly T-shirts to try to get Brandy inter and some rock candy from aDwebble who was so excited by the idea of a Joltik and Coalossal dating that they''d had to remind three separate times that they needed to pay her. Sparky had negotiated a small discount for letting her touch Calcine''s abs, and she''d hidden in her shell afterward, giggling to herself with glee as her wed hands scooped up their loose change. It was all horribly cute, but it was all just a dying tactic for the actual n. Calcine knew where humans had settled. They were private ces you could hire out for a bit of money, and sure enough, at the very end of the pier and down a short walk of steps to a small jetty were some quaint wooden waterside cabins that you could pay to rent out. Calcine just booked it for the rest of the day; she was the first Pok¨¦mon ever to get a Gym Badge payout, and splurging on her first actual date with Sparky was worth every pok¨¦-cent. On the inside, it was a lovely little wood cabin, an old-fashioned wooden build with a beautiful view of the ocean. Inside, it was sparsely furnished with a couple of chairs, a table, and a double bed that could barely fit in there piled high with pillows. It wasn''t the height of luxury, but it was cozy and private, and that''s all it needed to be. Clearly, a ce where people fucked their brains out, not somewhere where people actually lived. They hadn''t rushed to that, gettingfortable instead. "Nervous?" Calcine asked as theyy together on the bed, enjoying the sea view through the tall ss doors that opened onto a seaside patio. Sparky rested her head against Calcine''s chest and traced lines between her abs."Me? Nervous? Nooo, why should I be nervous? Going to pin me down and devour me? Crush me into a tiny ball?" "No," Calcine said, stroking the soft, fluffy fur behind Sparky''s ears. "You know you''re safe with me." "You''re not going to tie me up and stuff?" "No," Calcine murmured, stroking a finger along Sparky''s neck and making her shiver. "I just want you." "That''s good," Sparky groaned. "That''s really good.But if you change your mind, I won''t be upset. You can do anything you want with me. Ie with my own webby rope!" Calcine leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "Anything?" "Anything." "Well, you said it." Sparky squeaked as Calcine stood up and fished Wren''s Pok¨¦-dex out of their shopping bags. "You all ready?" Calcine asked. "Holy shit!" a reedy voice came from the Pok¨¦-dex speaker. "Gamma wasn''t lying! You''re real!" "Dyna?" Sparky blinked, "Why is she-" "How tall are you?" a second new voice piped up, quickly followed by a third. "You could grate meat on those things, I need them in my life." "You ever wear suspenders? You''d fucking rock suspenders." "How big is that dick? How big is that diiiiick?" There was also just a lot of excited squealing. The screen was a mess of blue eyes and yellow fur. Gamma had a death grip on the Pok¨¦-dex on her end, but an endless hoard of Joltiks were mbering over her, trying to get into the camera''s frame. "What''s your shoe size? You could use me as a slipper. Please use me as a slipper." That one got Calcine, and she shook her head in mock disapproval as she propped the Pok¨¦-dex up on the table so it could see Sparky on the bed. Who was hiding behind a pile of pillows, her blue eyes glowing through the gaps. "Calcine!" Sparky whined, "What the fuck!" Calcine couldn''t help butugh as she strode to the bed. The mattress creaked in pain under her weight, spilling some of Sparky''s hastily erected fort into herp. "I asked Gamma to get them all together." "But it''s our date!" "Trust me," Calcine said as she picked pillows off Sparky, "I know what I''m doing." Sparky grumbled as Calcine revealed her and pulled her out of her nest.She made a pathetic attempt at resistance but couldn''t escape Calcine''s strength. Calcine scooped her into herp and cradled Sparky, letting her use her breasts as pillows as she pointed her toward the Pok¨¦-dex and the mad scramble of Joltiks swarming the screen. "Sparky!" one of the Joltiks yelled and waved, "HOW DID YOU SCORE SO HIGH?" "She''s so sexy!" another cried, "Look at her, Gamma! Look at her." "Okay! Okay!" Gamma grabbed two Joltiks by the scruff and picked them, shaking them until they crackled with electricity and then using them to static cling to two climbing her shoulders. It took a little mopping up, but eventually, she had them all stuck together and flicked the nose of any who tried to speak. "I''ll take questions and pass them on, so we can get through this before the sun sets." "Why are you even running this Gamma?" Sparky groaned, "You''re my nemesis." "We all watched your fight, and you kicked some ass, then the Coalossal everyone was foaming at the mouth over called me and said she was your girlfriend." Gamma grinned, "I love beating you, but I am willing to take the L to hear more about this. How the fuck did you score someone this hot?" Calcine buried her smile in Sparky''s hair. That wasn''t just apliment. Gamma was practically drooling. "It wasn''t hard," Sparky mumbled, "We just hit it off. She''s great." "Oh,e on!" Gamma said, "That''s it? You''ve got to have some stories! This bitch is huge. She looks like she could put three fingers in you and use you like a bowling bowl." Calcine couldn''tugh at that. She couldn''t! Instead, she bit a mouthful of hair, Sparky tensing in her arms at the little spike of pressure. "Well ... I did suck her dick," Sparky said as the Joltik all started squawking questions, "And she''s been deeply in love with me ever since." "It''s true," Calcine said, "She''s got a special mouth." The squawking grew louder, Gamma''s cussing echoing through the yelling questions as she tried to establish order. "I can''t hear a word they''re saying," Calcine whispered to Sparky. "I''m going to y with you until they calm down." Calcine''s hand glided down Sparky''s side, her fingertips brushing along the thick curves of her body. A squeeze of her hips had the Joltik squirming in herp. Calcine was a very firm woman, and Sparky''s plush body was a delightful contrast. She could lose fingers squeezing into that bubble butt, and Sparky''s chest was a pleasingly heavy weight in Calcine''s cupped hands. "You''re a demon," Sparky whispered, her eyes locked on the screen and the squawking mass of her family. "Making me your little toy and have them watch? Evil." "Evil?" Calcine chuckled. "Look at them. Completely feral. Any one of them would beg to be in your position. Use those sharp eyes of yours on Gamma and tell me what you see." As Sparky squinted at the screen, Calcine gently tore her top off. It was just a simple blue belly tee and had no chance against Calcine''s incredible strength. It ripped apart like paper.Sparky writhed at the sudden exposure, but there was no escape from Calcine. She bent Sparky over herp, and then she dived her face into Sparky''s chest, kissing her way along her breasts as her red and ck hair bobbed down and brushed over her skin. "Fuck," Gamma said, the Joltiks quieting as they watched the action. "Sparky, you lucky little bitch." "You''re jealous," Sparky gasped, though that may be because Calcine sunk her teeth into a nipple and tugged."Aren''t you?" "So fucking jealous," Gamma groaned. "This is bullshit. How am I going to top this? I''d have to .... top a Gardevoir or something." Calcine didn''t stop her kissing as she tugged away Sparky''s shorts. She let Sparky deal with the crowd, and she focused on giving Sparky a very, very good time. "Aw, that sucks," Sparky giggled, her eyes glowing with smug satisfaction. "How does it feel, Gamma? Knowing your rivalnded the hottest Coalossal on the, while you''ve got to just watch with a dozen horny Joltiks crawling all over you?" "It''s terrible," Gammaughed, "Calcine, use Chomp." Sparkyughed, and thatughter turned into a squeal as Calcine bit down on the nipple and then licked away the hurt. "Oh, you bitch," Sparky said with a scandalized gasp, "That was hot, but you can''t take orders from her." "Sure I can," Calcine said, her hand trailing along Sparky''s inner thigh. "Because she''s just saying what she wants. We''re going to make her burn with jealousy." "I can hear you!" Gamma yelled, "You''re lucky you''re both hot. Calcine, strip for your girlfriend?" The Joltik began chanting ''Strip'' over Gamma,and Calcine gave them a show. Her fingers hooked into her tank top, and she slowly lifted the fabric away from her skin, making her abs pop as she revealed herself. "I''m gonna lick them," Sparkypurred, and Calcine smiled, flexing a little harder as she felt Sparky''s fizzling tongue run along the grooves of her abs. Calcine hooked her top so it didn''te off clean, and her biceps bulged and strained, stretching her tank top until it was fully taught and then letting the fire out. The fabric went up in one quick burst of heat, and her breasts dropped out to smack the top of Sparky''s head with a heavy p.Sparky was not deterred and just licked higher, coating the underside of Calcine''s breasts with her spit. "I can''t believe this," Gamma had her head in one set of her hands, but her eyes were still wide watching. "This is like a fever dream. Fuck even her shoulder muscles are a work of art. Sparky you have to give me blowjob tips. You must be a prodigy." Calcine was a little distracted to reply. She''d been trying to think of a sexy way to get her pants off, and Sparky had taken her distraction to sink her teeth into the bottom of her breasts. A hefty bug bite that sent a dizzying shock ofpleasure straight through her chest and into her heart. Her dick was already hard with anticipation, but it found a way to get even harder, Sparky bouncing in herp to rub her ass against it. "She''s getting excited, girls. You wouldn''t believe how big she is." Sparky said gleefully, "Even I don''tpare." Sparky was loving this; as soon as she''d worked out, she could tease everyone, and she hadn''t stopped grinning. She deserved it; Calcine had seen her agonize over whether she was pulling her weight with the team. She needed to know not only was she loved, but she was a big deal with a big dick, which Calcine took in hand and shook at the screen. "I had to grow a lot to catch up. She set a very high bar." "Azelf, save me," Gamma whimpered. "Please say it''s not all about dick size." "Much as I love the bat Sparky swings, it''s not," Calcine said, her grip tight as she stroked Sparky, making a show of it. The Joltik were in awe now, whispering amongst each other with excitement, while Gamma looked like she''d had the light in her blue eyes crushed out of her. Deserved, no one teased her bug but Calcine. "It''s not Sparky''s dick-sucking skills either, though she is very good at it." Sparky actually blushed and buried her face in Calcine''s chest to hide her face. "I love her because she''s never, not once, given up trying."Calcine smiled as she guided Sparky''s hands to the edge of her pants and let her begin the fun job of getting them off. "She''s taken losses, had rough times, and taken hits I should have, but she always bounces back. Because as much as she jokes and teases, I know she loves us." That got a big ''a'' from the crowd. Even Gamma gave one up, a half smile as she hung her head to the side, defeated. "That''s cute," Gamma said, "But I can''t let you get away with being sappy. I need to see some real proof you two are legit. You really love her? Pound that bug." "dly," Calcine growled. She lifted Sparky up off herp andy her face down on the bed, lifting her ass up and spreading her legs wide open so everyone could see Sparky''s dick swinging between her legs.Sparky moaned and wriggled, pushing her butt up against Calcine''s hands, trying to grind against her. "Patience," Calcine said, giving her ass a p. "All you Joltiks should learn from your heroine here. You can be little brats all you want. You want tond someone like me, you got to put in the work. The rewards are incredible." Calcine undid the pants Sparky had already loosened up and slid them down,letting her cock swing free and smack between Sparky''s butt cheeks. "Fuck," Gamma whispered, and the Joltik around her echoed the sentiment. "Sparky, we''re all going toe to your funeral." "What was that?" Sparky said, wiggling her ass at the screen. "Sorry, I couldn''t hear you past this massive piece of meat." "You heard," Gamma shot back. "You just love being the center of attention right now, right?" "I''m really warming up to it," Sparky smirked. "But maybe we should turn the Pok¨¦-dex off for this." The protesting was so loud Wren''s speakers began crackling from the angry screams. Sparky cackled evilly as she balled the covers in her fists. At least some part of her brain was bracing for what wasing. Calcine took a moment to appreciate her tool. She was proud of her Coalossal dick. It was long, thick, and had a really satisfying heft that felt incredible when she pped it against her partner''s ass. Sparky loved that, and Calcine couldn''t wait to get in her, but it needed to be done carefully. Pok¨¦mon and humans were stretchy, but her new size was intimidatingly huge. It was part of why she couldn''t stay like this; Brandy wasn''t ready yet, and she needed to inherit more. Maybe once she''d beaten Mercury properly? A worry forter. She had a Joltik to destroy. Sparky was panting and squirming on the bed as Calcine used some lube to get herself ready, enjoying the hoots and cheers as she shined up her cock for the crowd. Sparky''s dick was hard and twitching between her legs, and Sparky nearly copsed when Calcine reached through to trail two hot fingers down the underside of it. "Are you ready?" Calcine asked, her hand cupping around Sparky''s cock, squeezing a little tighter as her fingers ran all the way to her tip. "You''ve cracked my heart open a few times, felt the heat flowing out. But I don''t think I can hold back if we do this. I love you." "I love you too," Sparky''s voice was a little shaky, partly from the stimtion and partly from the words. "No jokes. I really do." "Hear that girls?"Calcine said, and the audience erupted into frantic cheers. She smiled and then pushed herself forward. Her cock was heavy, and it had an unerring gravity that slid along the crack of Sparky''s butt and settled in the waiting hole."This beautiful ass is all mine. Let''s see it bounce." The first push was a little tentative, testing the limits of the stretched opening and sliding along the ring of muscle. It was an impossible challenge, but they''d both done the impossible before. This was just fucking, they could do this. It took a little heat to go with the lubrication, a firm grip on Sparky''s hips, an absolute boatload of muscle that made the bed creak beneath them and a pornographic amount of moaning from Sparky. But all that mixed together allowed Calcine topush forward with excruciatingly blissful slowness. Tight couldn''t begin to describe it.Sparky''s was so small she was barely getting through it, but the fire in her blood wouldn''t be denied. The difference in strength was so incredibly unbnced that Sparky''s body simply had to yield to Calcine. It had no choice. Sparky''s blissful moans kept her going, no matter how much it felt like hurting her, the feedback she was getting said anything but. Sparky wanted this so badly. She often joked about being squeezed and crushed, but she genuinely did enjoy a bit of rough and heavy fucking. Calcine had the body to do plenty of both. The first few inches were the hardest. Once the thickest of her dick was past the muscle and into the soft inner walls, it got easier.It was still slow; the heat of Calcine''s cock was making Sparky mp down hard, and the tightness was a huge tease that made her cock throb, which certainly didn''t help, but bit by bit, she imed more of Sparky for herself. "F-f-uck," Sparky groaned, her fingers tearing into the bed covers. "I''m going to break. I''m going to snap and break and cum, and fuck, I''m going to be in pieces. Oh shit, oh fuck, please keep going." "I will," Calcine grunted. "But if you break, I will put you back together. Stronger. Better." The heat of her Coalossal body was overwhelming in the small space. Sparky was hot inside, but nothingpared to the burning heat that radiated from Calcine now, and when she pped Sparky''s ass, the heat poured in to soothe her aching muscles and kick her voice up an octave. "I''d apud, but I''m just in awe," Gamma said, though her voice sounded far away. It was unimportant. "Our girl''s a legend." That overwhelmed reaction was why Calcine had called Gamma. Sparky''s confidence bounced from highs to lows, and she never fully epted that she had a ce in her and Brandy''s hearts. She worried she wasn''t good enough, so tonight, Calcine was going to put on a show. Every time Sparky picked up a Pok¨¦dex, she would be bombarded with jealous messages and praise from her sisters. Even Gamma would have to change her tune a little if she wanted to keep her rivalry going. Calcine was going to create a very smug bug today, but it was worth it.Because Sparky deserved to be praised until she got sick of it. "You''re amazing," Calcine said. "Look at you. You''re going to take all of this." "I''m so full," Sparky panted. "I''m stuffed. I can feel you in my belly." "I''m not there yet," Calcine growled, "But let''s fix that." Calcine leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Sparky''s chest. The extra weight drove her even further down onto the bed, but she didn''t stop. Not until Calcine had pulled herself close, and Sparky''s ass was pressed tight against her groin. "There we go," Calcine rumbled, stroking Sparky''s chest, "You took it all." Sparky just panted in response; her eyes were crackling with electricity, and her mouth hung wide open. She was outright drooling into the covers. "Wish it was me," Gamma sighed. "But the girls hope she''s having the time of her life. What now?" "I''m going to make her cum, of course,"Calcine said. She didn''t wait for a response before she rolled her hips back, pulling out of Sparky and drawing out a low moan as the friction made her quiver. Calcine couldn''t pull out entirely; Sparky''s body clung needily to her,but she had enough room to set a rhythm and bounce Sparky off the bed. Her incoherent mumbles were slowly fucked back into coherency as her fur fizzled with built-up electricity. "Holy fuck!" Sparky yelped. "Yes, yes, fuck yes!" Her hands had been digging into the bed, but they found a new purpose, reaching behind to try to grab at Calcine''s butt. She couldn''t; it was too far, but Calcine took the offered arms by the wrist and used the leverage to absolutely pound Sparky into the covers. It was impossible to tell ifSparky wasing from the noises she was making, and the tightness was so incredible that it''d have been impossible to feel any contractions. Sparky was tight and warm, and when her body began sparking, her insides buzzed with a tremendous friction that had Calcine''s blood roaring. "She''s going to explode," Gamma warned, but Calcine couldn''t stop now.She was close. The heat had reached a boiling point inside her, and her heart was thundering with a wild beat. "Let''s do it together," Calcine growled."Cum with me, Sparky. Give them a show." "F-f-f-f-FU-UCK," Sparky was being hammered so thoroughly her word came out in a disjointed crackle of warbling tones, her entire body seizing up as sparks raced off Calcine''s hardened skin.Calcine roared like a beast and threw her head back as she came, her muscles locked up as a torrent of heat raced out of her, filling Sparky up and then some. Her partner squealed and shook as her body was flooded, the excess of cum pouring out of her to run down her legs. Calcine had no idea where she was for a moment. The release had hit her like a train, and the aftermath left her body tingling and her mind in a foggy daze. Wren''s Pok¨¦-dex was crackling. Sparky''s surge of electricity had managed to arc into it and fry the screen some, a tinny warblinging through the speakers, Gamma''s face frozen on the screen in wide-eyed amazement. Sparky''s entire body was still buzzing as Calcine slowly came to and pulled herself out, her legs shaky from the effort. She looked down and saw the mess they''d made of the bed already, her cock coated and sticky with her own cum. That got pped on one of Sparky''s ass cheeks, a sticky p that got an exhausted moan from the bug. Cuddles. Kisses. Care. She got them all and Sparky hugged back weakly, the biggest smile on her face. "You''re perfect," Calcine said. She could still see the self-doubt hiding in Sparky''s eyes but also the belief building up. "If you never evolve, it''s only because you don''t need to." "I might need to," Sparky wheezed, "You''re too much." "Yeah," Calcine grinned. "I am. And I paid for this room. I''m going to use every surface I bought." "I don''t deserve you," Sparky whimpered. "But if I''ve got you, I''m keeping you." "Don''t deserve me?" Calcine stroked Sparky''s hair and then picked her up. "We can work on knocking those thoughts out of your head. How about the table? I think you''d look good bent over a table." It would be a long day for Sparky, but if that''s what it took to sear into her memory, she was loved. Calcine was up for the challenge. It was the very least she deserved. 242 – Galarian Chips not Unovan Chips 242 ¨C Grian Chips not Unovan Chips Brandy woke up in a heavenly state of softness. Her journey had got her used to a lot of different pleasures. The warm gooey feeling of a hug from a loved one, the more visceral heart-pounding excitement of fighting and fucking, when your body was pushed to the limit, flooded with adrenaline, and your mind seemed to run faster than you could think. Softness was totally different from that. It was indulgent. Brandy wanted to sink into it and just let her thoughts drift away. The quiet whispers above her were pleasant, but opening her eyes to see who they were would be a step toward getting up, and she didn''t want to leave this spot. She could have spent hours just enjoying the cool air on her skin, her body warmed by the soft material all around her. The Steam Engine in her heart wasn''t fired up; the battle had been more than enough to sate it, and her rest had only let it recover to rattling away at a soft purr like you''d just had a coffee and a bacon butty but hadn''t gotten around to pulling any clothes on yet. That glorious moment when waking up where you were no longer groggy but not quite fully awake yet. Pure contentment. A finger ran through her hair. She smiled and leaned into the touch. Feathers brushed over her cheek, and with that little knowledge, Brandy knew it had to be Morgan. Much as the soft feather cuddle was bliss, now she knew who she was ignoring; it was impossible to continue ying dead. "Hey you," Brandy said, rubbing her eyes with the back of her arm to clear the sleep out of them. She could see more faces than just Morgan''s above her. There was a whole gaggle of pretty smilingdies with long white hair and ck stripes painted on their cheeks up there. The smell of salt and grease gave them away immediately. "Hey Wingull Gals, you all getting along?" "Making a nest for a champion?" one said, "We''re doing great. Want a chip?" Brandy snorted. Of course, they''d go right to that. It was amazing how Wingulls kept their trim figures with their almost voracious love of greasy food, maybe that''s why they were so popr? Getting to eat what you like and still look hot as sin had to be worth having a girlfriend who could get a bit greasy now and then. "You owe them a chip packet," Morgan said, the brim of her hat blocking the twinkling stars above. No wonder the air was cold. She''d slept until night. "And you owe me a date." "What happens to me if I don''t pay up?" Brandy smirked. "Are you going to punish me?" Morgan''s smile turned dark, "If that''s what you want." The Wingull girls cooed and giggled, their feathers ruffling as they shifted their weight from foot to foot. "Well, that''s an offer I can''t turn down," Brandy said. "Do your worst." "I will," Morgan said, pulling Brandy''s Pok¨¦dex out of her cleavage. "I''m going to text Maple and tell her you fell asleep during her match." "Wait, no! Not that bad!" Morgan tapped away with her fingers. She was absolutely terrible at typing, which thankfully gave Brandy time to pull herself up using some eagerly offered white wings and then slide in between Morgan''s arms, cutting her view off from the Pok¨¦dex. Kissing her way up the side of Morgan''s neck, Brandy could feel the shiver running through the Murkrow as Brandy sucked along her skin. "Are you trying to distract me?" Morgan asked, chin tilted up to the sky. Brandy sank her hands into Morgan''s feathers and scratched at the gorgeously soft, downy fluff beneath them. "I thought you wanted pain?" "I changed my mind; I want you now." Brandy said, "All to myself. I''m following my instincts." "All to yourself? We''ll make a Flying Type of you yet," Morgan said, pushing Brandy back into the swarm of Wingulls. "But you''re paying your debts. Girls, show her what I''ve taught you." "Yes, Morgan!" the flock of Wingull chorused eagerly. Hands ran all over her skin, the Wingulls taking her arms and legs and spreading them apart. Soft feathers were draped along each one, tickling Brandy''s skin and making her giggle. She tried to wriggle free, but the sheer weight of Wingulls kept her pinned. The teasing quickly turned to pleasure as they peppered kisses in between their wing brushes, the soft fabric of her clothes pressed into her as the Wingull traced the lines of her muscles and nuzzled their heads in against the curves of her body. If the feathery nest she''d slept in had been heavenly, this was pure paradise. "I sent Maple pictures of you sleeping." Morgan said between giving head scratches and little words of encouragement to her Wingull students, "I told her you watched it all. She was gushing about how cute you are. Don''t worry. I''ll always have your back." "I know, I didn''t doubt you," Brandy said, feeling her bones melt from all the Wingull attention. It was so good. "This is incredible." "My girls are quick learners," Morgan said, running her hand under Brandy''s chin and raising her head to look up at Morgan''s hungry red eyes. She looked smug, clearly enjoying seeing her mischiefe to fruition. "If you don''t promise to buy them their food, I will have them eat you instead. Do you want that to be our date?" Tempting. So tempting. But no, Brandy knew what Morgan wanted, and she was going to give it today. "Let''s get them chips, then I will improvise a nighttime date. I''ve got an idea," Brandy said with a smile. "I think you''ll enjoy it." Morgan''s fingers trailed along Brandy''s cheek. She couldn''t stop herself from turning her head and nuzzling the hand, enjoying the sensation of feathers and soft skin. "You think I''ll be happy with a thrown-together date?" "I do," Brandy smiled. "If I do a good job, will you take me flying?" "I want to take you flying," Morgan said, closing in until their lips almost touched. "You give me a good date. I''ll let you pick if you want to keep your clothes on for it." "Deal," Brandy grinned. She''d learned from Morgan. Never refuse a challenge where you can''t lose. "And chips?" a Wingull cooed in her ear. "Where do chips fit into this date?" "I dunno. I feel chips aren''t date food," Brandy said. Unwisely. --- "You brought this on yourself," Morgan said, her voice just round the corner of the stall. The pier''s lights had overstimted her a bit, so she''d found a shadowed bit to watch the sea over the pier''s railing, her tail swishing back and forth. "Chips fit into their mouths was the correct answer." "Ma''am, are you sure you just want chips?" the woman with long white hair with blue tips working the fryer asked. She had an apron with a colorful cartoon Wingull holding a chip cone on the front. She was surprisingly rxed, considering Brandy had four Wingulls carrying her, one holding a limb each and gently swinging her as they watched the chip fryer crackle. "They can be a handful, but if you need help..." "Nah, I owe them." Brandyughed, "Can you give them extra chip sauce?" "My girls get whatever they want," the fry cook smiled. "Put her down, gulls. If you menace them into buying it, you know it''s on the house." Wait. Was the chip stall owner dating a bunch of Wingulls? That made sense but also seemed utterly criminal. The Wingull put Brandy down on her feet and took turns kissing her before crowding around the window of the chip stall, trying to distract the cook by praising her ass. Brandy took the chance to slink away, going up behind Morgan and grabbing her from behind in a hug, her thighs getting brushed by Morgan''s flicking tail. "I can see you''re excited." Brandy smiled. "You ever yed Carnival games?" "Once or twice with Cassidy," Morgan said, sinking back into Brandy''s arms. "Why?" "Well, the pier is open for the night. Most people are enjoying the party on the cruise ship, so all the games here will be wide open for us. I was thinking. We get some sticky food, then you can show off your talents beating the games." "They''re not difficult," Morgan snorted, "Why would that be fun?" "Unovan carnivals must be different from ours. Everyone knows the stall owners here cheat. They only let people win if they get flirted with, and winning with skill is almost impossible." "Almost?" Morgan said thoughtfully. "What if you''re lucky?" "Luck alone won''t cut it. You''ll have to be incredibly devious to win me a stuffed toy through skill alone." "I''m going to win you three." Morgan sniffed. "You''ll see, Prepare to be amazed." A chance for Morgan to show her skills was an odd date, but it fit. She felt she''d missed out in the battle, so winning some rigged games was perfect for bolstering her confidence. That it was going to be fun to watch Morgan work her magic on some sneaky cheats was just a lovely bonus. 243 – Fair Play 243 ¨C Fair y The ring hit the edge of the golden-coloured bottle, but it wobbled on the table, shaking the ring off. "Shoot," Brandy clicked her fingers. "That one was really close." "You''ll get it this time." The woman running the booth was a peppydy with long white hair tied back in multiple ponytails. Maybe a Ciino inheritance? It was a cute look, and she''d taken to Brandy and Morgan instantly. A nice benefit of being the new hotness. "Maybe I can give you a few tips with some encouragement." "Oh, I''d usually go for that," Brandy grinned. "But my date loves to work things out herself." Morgan looked at the bottles thoughtfully, spinning a ring on her finger. She didn''t have as good an aim as Brandy, but she hadn''t really been throwing to try to get the rings onto the bottles. Brandy could see her working through the possibilities; skimming over the top hadn''t worked, and neither had to send the rings high to drift them down. They were big enough to fit on the bottlenecks; the trick wasn''t that obvious, but every time they got close, the bottle shook it off. It wasn''t a Pok¨¦mon Move. They''d ruled that out fast. All Pok¨¦mon Moves had a visual aspect. Even Morgan''s wind power wasn''t invisible; it left green and white trails in the air. She threw one more ring and deliberately knocked a bottle, her hand waving to match its motion as she watched it rock on the table. "Well, while she''s working it out, I''m Pillow! I saw you both at the tournament. That was a wild match!" "It really was," Brandy grinned, "Ghost Pok¨¦mon are no joke." "No kidding, every time we have a Full Moon, there''s a bunch of Curs whoe up out of the sea, and they''re an absolute riot," Pillow said, sitting on the ring table, legs kicking in the air as she watched Morgan walk around the table with the bottles on, tapping her chin. "They can knock a girl out with a kiss. The Rangers ensure nobody falls into the sea, but it''s like a field of bodies by the time they''re done. They''re the best." Pillow''s long white ponytails. Morgan might still be working out a mystery, but Brandy had solved hers easily. "Are you dating one?" Brandy pointed to her ponytails, "The hair matches, is all." Pillow bit her lip and grinned. "It''s a bit of a tricky rtionship, but we''re making it work. She''s getting more and more used toing up here. Eventually, she''ll be able to stay, and we''re going to try joining the Rangers. Think it''d be nice to help others have rtionships with out of the way Pok¨¦mon, you know?" "Absolutely. It''s cool that you''re putting in that much effort for her. She must be special." Brandy looked to Morgan, who was looking at her own hand and wobbling thoughtfully. She thought the bottles were moving unusually, which they were. They were shaking an awful lot when rings touched them, but their bottoms had to be weighted because no matter how hard they''d hit them, they never toppled. So why would they even shake at all? She could give Morgan a hint. "You love thick bottoms, right, Morgan?" Brandy grinned. "My Trainer¡¯s slowly expanding ass has been a delight. You should give it a squeeze Pillow," Morgan said, "Thick bottoms. Thick bottoms. Oh, it''s not the bottles." "You''re meant to get the hint after you flirt!" Pillowughed, but when Brandy waggled her butt at her, she took the squeeze. "Tournament Fighter ass, ooh. Cortini is going to be sad she missed a pinch of this." "Well, take a second for her," Brandy grinned. "I used to be kind of t if I''m honest. Like a tube. I''ve really grown a lot thanks to my partners." "What has Morgan given you?" Pillow asked. "You''re kind of tall. Is that her?" "That''s my mom. So far, Morgan''s given me a much more devious mind," Brandy grinned as Morgan spiked a ring into the table and watched the whole thing wobble. "Speaking of which, I think she''s worked it out." "Your table is wobbly." Morgan said, "When the rings hit the bottles, the table is shaking and throwing them off." "Wobbly tables aren''t illegal," Pillow said with her nose held high. "It''s not my fault; I am a poor stall owner who can''t afford a good one." "Sure, sure. Brandy, put your tongue down her throat, I''m going to win this." While Brandy made sure Pillow couldn''t object, a delightful task, Morgan took all but one of her rings in her right hand and then swept her left wing out in a big fan. The whole table creaked from the wind, the wobbly surface tipping with all the heavy-bottomed bottles. They couldn''t fall off but could slide, and they all piled up on one edge of the table together. Morgan walked around to the other edge with a smug smile and started tossing rings,nding them one after another. All packed together now, they had no room to shake, no matter how wobbly the table was. Pillow sighed happily as Brandy broke the kiss. "I didn''t see that. Doesn''t count." "Really?" Morgan shrugged, "Then I guess we''ll just move on." "Wait!" Pillow squeaked, "Okay then, what prize do you two Tournamentdies want? Just one, you bankrupt me, I won''t have an excuse to hang out here waiting for my girl! And I want a Murkrow kiss for it too." "I love a hot woman collection, but I''m thinking of starting a plushy collection too." Morgan smiled as she straddled Pillow''sp. "You wouldn''t happen to have a Joltik, would you?" --- "This is silly huge," Brandyughed as they walked hand in hand. Clearly, Pillow had taken a little bit of a shine to them because she''d passed off a Joltik Plush about the size of Brandy''s head onto her. It wasn''t human-shaped; there was a rtively long-running trend of drawing Pok¨¦mon to look more like animals, so the Joltik was more a fuzzy yellow ball with spider legs and big fangs. It looked so dopey, and Brandy fell a bit in love with it. "Why a Joltik?" "I want to collect the whole gang," Morgan said as she eyed the stall prizes. "You''re right, though. This is fun working out the tricks. That dart game had weighted darts that fell fast, so they''d be hard to aim. The Milk Bottle towers were filled up so they wouldn''t fall easily from the beanbags. The ring toss, wobbly table. I''m learning a lot of interesting physical tricks." "Why do you love tricks so much?" Brandy asked as they pulled up to a Water Gun game. Shoot water into the Feebas mouth to inte the balloon and make it pop. Easy in theory and rather silly as games went. The stall owner was rather vigorously making out with a cat-eared woman with white fur that was so sleek it looked like shebed it, and a gorgeous bright red gem on her forehead. The Persian just waved at them to go ahead, and Brandy and Morgan took a gun each. They watched as the water rather pathetically dribbled out of the end. They looked at each other as they soaked the ground andughed. "This trick is kind of obvious." Morgan said, "How do we increase water pressure?" "You shoot, I''ll squeeze your gun''s hose," Brandy said, getting a good grip on the gun''s feeding hose and squeezing tight. "I used to step on the hose for Fenny when we were doing work in the garden, and she wanted to spray Scoria. You can shoot miles if you do it hard enough if it doesn''t pop off the tap at the other end." "That seems dangerous. Scoria''s not someone to annoy," Morgan said as she used her now high-pressure ster to drench the Feebas. "She seems formidable." "She is, but Fenny gets away with it. Kind of. She''d be angry for a bit. Then their making-up would be ... " Brandy shuddered. "Noisy." "We did notice that. I wonder if you have a little sister already. They''re very enthusiastic, and it is adorable how embarrassed you are about your parents having sex," Morgan said as the Feebas inted. The stall owner and her partner noticed what they were doing. They both rolled their eyes and went back to making out. Not even going to fight it. "They''ll let me know when it happens, and I''m fine that they have sex. I''m not weird about it. But they''re so loud." Brandy groaned. "You have no idea; they''d be banging on the walls every night. I learned to be a heavy sleeper." "I have noticed you are impossible to wake up once you nod off. We thought carrying you would jostle you awake, but all you did was drool on people." "I don''t drool!" "You''re like a faucet. The Wingull were worried you''d do it so much the sea levels would rise." "They were not!" Brandyughed and started squeezing and unsqueezing her hands, making Morgan''s gunfire impossible-to-aim spurts. "Take it back, or you''ll lose!" Morgan turned the gun on Brandy instead, the cold water hitting her skin and making her squeal. "Morgan!" "That''s me, well spotted!" Morganughed, firing in quick bursts to make Brandy hop back, the water arcing and sshing her front. Brandy grabbed her own gun and returned fire or tried to. The water guns were really shitty. Luckily, she knew another way to boost them, putting her finger over the nozzle so the spray intensified and fired out at an angle, arcing it over Morgan to soak her from the tip of her hat to the bottom of her boots. "..." Morgan''s red eyes narrowed. "Come here, Brandy Joyce." Fuck. Was she in trouble? Bad trouble, not sexy trouble? "Finger my gun so we can win," Morgan said, wrapping her in a wet hug. "And I got you a present, too." Brandy felt the Foul y take hold of her, Morgan''s experience mingling with her. Then Morgan dumped the soaking wet feelings onto Brandy and cackled as she writhed in her wings tight. "I''ll warm us both up!" Bad trouble and sexy trouble. She should have seen iting, that''s basically Morgan''s whole theme. "You''re evil! Evil!" "I''m about to win us a Rolycoly plushy." Morgan said, "I''m not evil. I''m a winner, and don''t you forget it." "Well, you did bond with me." Brandy grinned. "Does that make me a prize?" "A grand prize," Morgan kissed her wet neck, letting her Foul y slosh the feeling of the kiss back and forth between them. It almost made up for getting all the feeling of being soaked. Almost. "And one I haven''t fully won yet. I have a lot more work to do before I im you." The balloon popped, and they imed their Rolycoly Plushy. Morgan had more work to do, but that was one more win under her belt and one more plushy under Brandy''s arm. ... Though looking at it, why did the Rolycoly have a wheel? How''d that make sense? 244 – Rigged For Her Pleasure 244 ¨C Rigged For Her Pleasure The Rolycoly and Joltik plushies had been easy; they were native Pok¨¦mon to Gr. Murkrows weren''t, and finding one had been a bit of a quest for the pair as the night went on. Brandy didn''t actually mind if theypleted the set or not. She was just happy to spend time with Morgan and get to know her better. Part of learning more about her was learning just howpetitive Morgan could be. She''d said she hadn''t minded losing tournament fights with Cassidy. Still, there was no ignoring the tension setting on Morgan''s shoulders at the idea she wouldn''t be able to finish what she had started. It bothered her, and while they could always ask Wren and Diana''s help to make a Murkrow plushy, it would be a triumph of the date if they could find just one in the carnival to win. So far, no luck, but their game-winning spree had continued. Brandy had smashed out a strength test with a hammer, feeling quite proud of how strong her swing was now, and Morgan hadpletely ruined a Cloyster''s shell game to the point the poor Pok¨¦mon''s head was spinning trying to keep up with her own shells. They''d showered her with kisses to make up for it, and while she didn''t have the coveted Murkrow plush, she offered some free toffee apples instead. It was funny how confused Morgan was about the idea of a toffee apple. She waved the candied apple on its stick back and forth, looking at it like it mighte alive and attack her. "You don''t have these in Unova?" Brandy asked, taking a big bite out of her own. The crunch made Morgan jump, and she gave Brandy a horrified look. "It''s an actual apple?!" "Is that weird?" Brandy crunched again, to Morgan''s growing horror. "It''s nice, the sweet goes together." "This is the least sexy thing you''ve ever done." Morgan huffed. "I need to go home. We just eat fried food." "You cannot resist my sexy Grian culture," Brandy said with a grin as she held her toffee apple out to Morgan, waving it near her mouth and waggling her eyebrows. "We''re famous for our food." "Yeah, not in a good way," Morganughed, leaning in to take a bite. The apple crunch was partially loud as Morgan really chomped down on it, apple juice running down her chin as she chewed thoughtfully. A messy Morgan was hot, and Brandy had a bit of a blush when Morgan licked her lips clean. "It''s not as terrible as I thought it''d be." "It''s good! I can see you smiling." Brandyughed, "I read up on Murkrow. You like intense natural vors. Sweet fruits and bitters, though you can''t taste anything spicy." "I don''t think toffee apples are exactly natural," Morgan said, taking a tiny lick of the shell of her one. "Maybe I''ll warm up to it. So you''ve been reading up about me?" "I read up about all of you," Brandy said. "You''d think Sparky would be all about the sweet stuff, but Joltik actually like sour vors the most. Something about the acidity. Carkol like spicy food that''s also crunchy? I''ve not worked out something good for that, but I''m looking." "You do try your best to spoil us all," Morgan smiled. "I do! I want you all to know you''re appreciated," Brandy said, reaching out to grab Morgan''s free hand and squeezing it as they walked between the stalls. "Making you happy makes me happy." Morgan buried her face in her toffee apple, chewing away thoughtfully. Brandy let her think, turning her Joltik-enhanced eyes on the stalls to see if she could spot that elusive Murkrow plushy. The problem was that wild Pok¨¦mon rarely traveled far from where they appeared. The drive to find humans meant they quickly got entangled in the localmunities and didn''t really leave them. Someone like Mercury, a Pok¨¦mon that had been wild for a really long time, eventually started to travel to meet new people, but crossing the ocean for a wild Pok¨¦mon was rare. A few came across on ships and nes, so it wasn''t impossible, but it was unusual. Since people wanted to win the faces they knew, Pok¨¦mon not native to Gr weren''t as popr. But there was also something to be said for the exotic. So Brandy was looking for a particr stall. She knew she''d find what she wanted in one of them, and when Brandy spotted the fuzzy, squirrely face of a Bidoof, she knew she''d hit it. Her luck was in. "Look," Brandy said, pointing to a simple-looking stall with a purple-furred cat woman absolutely tonguing the heck out of a woman with glittering blue crystals in her hair. "Her prizes are all Pok¨¦mon you don''t find in Gr." "Good catch," Morgan said after a heavy swallow. To Brandy''s amusement, she was absolutely demolishing that toffee apple. It seemed she''d warmed up to it very fast. "You''ve inherited my luck?" "Is that something I can inherit?" Brandy asked innocently as they walked over. "You''ve never said which abilities you have. Do you have Super Luck?" "Wouldn''t you like to know?" "I would!" Brandy nodded. "That''d be a lovely thing to learn on a date." "Fine! I''ve only one ability so far, and yes, it is that one. It isn''t as cool as it sounds. Cassidy inherited it. It''s not really luck. It''s more a gut instinct. A feeling about how things will go, and if you listen, you''ll usually be right." "That sounds really good," Brandy said as they waited for the purple-haired cat-like Pok¨¦mon, almost for sure a Purrloin, to stop kissing the woman in front of them senselessly. "Sounds super cool to me." "It''s less luck and more a gifted skill," Morgan smirked. "If you flip a coin, you''ll know how to do it, so it alwayses up the side you want. But if someone else is going to flip it? It''s useless. You can''t make them do it the right way." "That sounds really, really good." "It takes practice. It only activates if what you''re doing is meant to be based on chance, like shuffling a deck of cards or rolling a die." Brandy was curious about exactly how the ability knew when to kick in. However, the power behind Pok¨¦mon and inheritance was still a mystery for almost everyone. Wait. "Hey!" Brandy turned to stare at Morgan. "Wouldn''t that let you cheat at Strip Poker? You''d be undefeatable." "I don''t know what you mean," Morgan said, staring back with an excellent poker face. "I didn''t cheat once in that game." "I caught you cheating fifteen times." Brandy said, "Your ability was giving you new ways to cheat! I couldn''t win!" "You''ve learned something new about me. This is a nice date so far." Morgan said smugly, "And oh look, she''s finished." Shameless topic change, but it was true. The woman staggered away with a Beautifly plushy, which was a pretty good get. They were famously pretty Pok¨¦mon and their little butterfly animal form was cute as heck. But Brandy wanted the Murkrow, which was really just Morgan if she was a very short crow instead of a tall crow-woman. The talons did look a bit weird instead of feet, but birds had to be birds. "Hey there, you two," the Purrloin said, leaning on her stall''s desk. There wasn''t any obvious game setup to get in her way, so she''d spread herself across it, her legs kicking up in the air behind her. "I saw your match earlier. You were really impressive!" "Thanks," Morgan grinned, "We''re here to y a different game." "I can see that. It''s my job to tempt you to y." The Purrloin grinned, revealing a sh of fang. "This is a kissing booth." "We have to pay to kiss you?" Morgan squinted. "Surely you''d do that for free." "But I''m going to charge you anyway. Criminal, isn''t it?" she swished her tail behind her. A tuft of purple fur on the end made it look like it had a hook, and it hissed as it sliced through the air. "You''re Tournament fighters, too. I should charge you a lot. You''re probably loaded. I enjoy the kiss? You get a pick of your plushy." Although she didn''t have much chest to speak of, the Purrloin made up for it with a thick set of hips that Morgan was devouring with her eyes. She clearly wanted to get a hold of that butt, and the Murkrow plushy would be the sweet cherry on top. "We''re doing okay," Brandy said, "How much?" The Purrloin said a number that made Brandy''s usually fire-filled blood run ice cold. "Brandy, I want that plushy," Morgan said, leaning into Brandy, her witch hat rim bumping against Brandy''s neck. "Can we afford a kiss?" "Nooooo," Brandy whispered. "Absolutely not." "But I want it," Morgan whined. She was putting it on; her eyes were sparkling with mischief, but that didn''t help Brandy! "The date will be ruined if I don''tplete the set." "I''m not bankrupting us for a plushy," Brandy said, tucking her arm around Morgan. "Stop being evil." "No, this decides the date." Morgan grinned. "You get me that plushy, and you can keep your clothes on when we go flying after." "Guess I''m flying naked then," Brandy gulped as she looked into the Purrloin''s emerald green eyes. She was having as much fun with Brandy sweating about this as Morgan was. No help there. "Don''t give up so easily," Morgan said, leaning her head onto Brandy''s shoulder. Her hat was half-tipped off as it got in the way and hung on through pure Pok¨¦mon cheatery. "Use that clever brain of yours and think of a way to get it off her without paying a small fortune." "I''d love a small fortune." the Purrloin said, licking the palm of her hand and slicking back her hair. "I''m built for penthouses and fine dinners. You''re going to have to be exceptionally convincing." Brandy sighed. Morgan wasn''t a Poison type, but she sure did love to test Brandy. How was she going to get a Purrloin not to be greedy? That was their defining thing! This was the most rigged carnival game yet! 245 – Knot a Problem 245 ¨C Knot a Problem Tail flicking back and forth, the purple-furred Purrloin was absolutely luxuriating in Brandy''s indecision. Morgan was no help either; a sly smile on her lips and a quirk of an eyebrow was all Brandy got out of the Murkrow when she looked for help. Morgan loved to set Brandy these odd little challenges. Usually, that''d be Poison behavior, but unlike Poison Types, Brandy never felt like Morgan cared if Brandy won or lost. She just loved the games themselves. Whether it was bouncing coins off Brandy''s butt or watching Brandy lose apletely rigged card game, her delight came from Brandy''s willingness to y. To indulge Morgan in her flights of fancy, even if they might be embarrassing or, in this case, financially ruinous. Brandy wouldn''t spend a small fortune on a kiss just to get a Murkrow plushy, and Morgan knew that. The game was getting Brandy to find another way. The first step was learning more about the Purrloin. Brandy was proud of her ability to please Pok¨¦mon, and she just had to do it without giving uppletely this time. Wait. Maybe this was actually a lesson. Her Murkrow partner really was a mystery sometimes. "Before I make you the richest catgirl in Gr," Brandy said, "What''s your name?" "Purrloin," the Purrloin said with a fangy smirk. She was lucky her cat ears were so cute, or Brandy might have just left in embarrassment at that. "You''re a wild Pok¨¦mon?" "Absolutely feral" That made sense. Purrloin were a pure Dark Type. They were driven by their instincts, and not easy to settle down. A carnival game that was barely a game and more just an excuse to get paid by pretty women to do what you wanted to do anyway? Perfect for them. Purr-fect. Hehe. Brandy kept that pun on the inside. Sparky would haveughed because she was Brandy''s little gremlin, but what made Morgan smile was watching someone full of themselves get brought down. This Purrloin was so very full of herself, licking her fangs as her eyes roved over Brandy''s body. "I''ve been told my lips are the softest in all of Gr," the catgirl said, trying to tempt Brandy. "And the sweetest too. You saw thedy who stumbled off? She''ll be thinking of my tongue all night." The Purrloin poked out her tongue. It wasn''t remarkable in any way, just a cute pink muscle, but the throaty purr that apanied it made Brandy''s spine tingle. This kind of cocky self-confidence was attractive. Morgan had it in spades. Oh. Now that''s an idea! Brandy casually leaned her arm on Morgan''s shoulder, then slid her hand up Morgan''s cheek and pushed two fingers into her mouth. A questioning ''hrm'' rolled in Morgan''s throat as Brandy''s fingers curled under her tongue, lifting it out of her mouth. She went along with it, looking amused as Brandy stroked her fingers along the wet muscle. "Oh, really?" Brandy asked. "You think you''re better than this?" The Purrlion''s ears twitched in irritation. "You can''tpete with a Murkrow''s tongue," Brandy said. It''s so long and feels like silk. A tournament-winning tongue." Morgan tweaked her hat as she slid her tongue around Brandy''s fingers. It actually wasn''t that long of a tongue, but it was longer than the Purrloins, and the silky smoothness was one hundred percent fact. It felt nice against Brandy''s skin, and Morgan yfully pulled it back when Brandy went to nab the tip of it. "This is a tongue ady never stops thinking about," Brandy said, grinning as she chased it around her fingers. Morgan was quick. She couldn''t quite nab it. "Look how dextrous it is." "Please," the Purrloin huffed. "You think that''s dextrous? Amateurs." She spun on her table and reached back to her stash of prizes. While the Unovian plushies were the best things there, she had some cheap packets of candy hanging off a rack, including a pack of those gross red liquoriceces that nobody actually liked. Flexing her hand, a single ck w popped out of a finger and she sliced the packet open with a swift flick of her wrist, pulling ace out. Wordlessly, she snapped thece tight and poked her tongue out. She worked on it fast, curling thece into her mouth and looping it around her tongue twice before pulling it tight. The knot slid down thece, and she tugged on the licoricece like a lead, waggling her eyebrows at Brandy as it tugged on the edge of her lip. "Oh, that''s pretty hot." Brandy swallowed. "Morgan?" "I can do better." Morgan smiled. "What do I get for it?" "A Murkrow plushy, of course." "Ah! That''s not yours to give," the Purrloin wagged a finger at Brandy. "You pay for your own things." "You top her, and I''ll top you." Brandy said, "How about that?" "I''d love to see you try to top me." Morganughed, reached forward to tug at the licoricece, and pulled the Purrloin over the desk towards her. Morgan leaned like she was about to kiss her but stopped short, snapping her lips over the knot in thece instead. A few cheek swelling motions, and she showed the knot half undone before taking it back for another swirl and then proudly presenting the unknottedce. "You''re out of your league, kitty cat." Morgan growled, "But I love watching you try to keep up." "I did the hard part." "Oh, I''m sure you believe that." Morgan patted her cheek. "But my trainer¡¯s about to show you just how fucked you aren''t getting today." Morgan pulled thece off her and presented it to Brandy. "You used to date a cherry. This sort of trick should be easy." Brandy hadn''t actually been much good at those cherry stem knot-tying tricks. Cherry could do it wlessly, but Brandy could never quite get it down. She''d need a little help. Luckily, she had some right to hand. Brandy took the licoricece between her teeth and slipped under the brim of Morgan''s hat to kiss her, pushing thece into her mouth with the tip of her tongue. They couldn''t speak like this, but Brandy took Morgan''s hands and squeezed her palms. Her eyes wordlessly pleaded for help. Morgan pulled through. She wrapped her tongue around thece and started to wind it into a neat coil. The tussle their tongues made doing this weirdly pleasurable, and Brandy felt all the sensations Morgan was feeling slowly bleed through. Foul y shared feelings, and Morgan was letting Brandy feel thece between both their tongues. It took some getting used to; it was a really good kiss, and there was some grinding going on below that was incredibly distracting, but the ability to feel both their bodies moving made reacting to Morgan''s work so instinctive it was like reading her mind almost. She didn''t need to prompt Brandy to hold thece while she spun it, nor to pull with her teeth to tug it tight. When their tongue tips touched in their mouths, a wet slurp as Morgan passed thece back, Brandy knew she had to repeat the trick and did it with an ease she''d never been able to find before. Morgan hadn''t just shown her how to do it; she''d made Brandy feel every step. Burned it into her memory. It took a few minutes, mainly because they were just enjoying it so much, but eventually their bodies parted and then turned to stick out tongues at the Purrloin. Thece hung between them, both their tongues tied up in intricate knotteds. She let out a long, hot sigh, her tail swishing so hard that she knocked a few of her plushies off their hooks. "You''re going to win that tournament, aren''t you?" Brandy bit through herce and grinned as she began to chew it up enough she could speak. "We''re going to crush it." "Fuck. You really are out of my league." the Purrloin sighed. "Not got a spot for a second Dark type?" "I''m hogging the spot, sorry," Morgan said, "Besides, you''d break the hearts of all your customers. I''m sure you get plenty of repeats. You might not be the best, but you''re pretty good." That made the Purrloin puff up again, and she extended an open hand to them both. "One kiss from each of you, and you can have the plushy. Final offer." Morgan looked at Brandy and grinned. Then they both went for her, the Purrloin yowling as she was pressed back onto her desk. She was squished under their bodies but not unhappy about it. She purred like a generator as Morgan''s tongue swirled around her cheek, and Brandy kissed her neck. Her tail flicked up to wind around Brandy''s arm, but that didn''t save her from Brandy''s fingers as they pinched her nipples through her tight shirt. It got a gasp, and they both dove on her open mouth like it was a race, their lips mashing together and their tongues squirming over each other to try to stuff the Purrloin''s cheeks. The stall table creaked under all that weight. Brandy had a fleeting worry it was going to copse before the Purrloin''s tongue slithered out to join them, her jaw stretched wide to amodate them both and a long, happy moan rumbled out of her throat. She did her best, but she had to tap out eventually, the poor thing. Brandy and Morgan kept going until the Purrloin was able to stretch her tail far enough to grab and throw the Murkrow plushy at them. The plushy bopped off Morgan''s hat, making her pull back to hold it on. "Full set, I am happy." "I can''t fucking move." The Purrloin was still lying on the desk, her ears perked. "Fucking trainers. Impossible creatures." "Sorry," Brandyughed. "But not sorry." "No, you aren''t," she replied, not a hint of venom in her tone. "Go show your Murkrow a nice time. I''m going to stay here and turn into a puddle." "She''s going to take me flying," Brandy smiled, gathering all the plushy prizes in her arms. "It''s going to be magical." Morgan pped Brandy on the butt and gave it a squeeze. "You did a good date, Brandy. Let''s stash everything and then I''m going to tie a bow on this night." "I get to keep my clothes on," Brandy smiled. "You said I could if you enjoyed this." "I did, but I can still convince you to take them off." Morgan grinned. "And I do love a challenge." 246 – And There You’ll Always Be 246 ¨C And There You¡¯ll Always Be Piling the plushies up in the Pok¨¦-Center room they''d rented out for their stay had been a fun little stacking challenge. Her team''s odd stylized forms were all very round. Eventually, they''d managed to keep them stable by wedging in the Rolycoly between the spider-like Joltik and the Murkrow''s hat. "She''d crush us." Morgan smiled as Brandy dusted them off. "She''s heavy enough as a Carkol. Her Coalossal butt would turn us into pancakes." "Like you''din about that," Brandy grinned. "I see the looks you give her butt." "That thing could end me," Morgan said wistfully as her tail wagged, "But I just wanted something to brag about. There''s nothing more to them than that." "Sure you''re not falling for the team just a little?" Brandy sat on the bed, holding her hands out to Morgan. After a bit of a re, the Murkrow settled for sitting sideways in Brandy''sp. One wing gripped around Brandy''s back for support as Brandy shuffled happily to fit Morgan up against her body. "You letting them go on a date together was a lovely gesture. The kind of thoughtful thing I like to think I''d do." "I''d never be so kind to those rascals," Morgan said with a scandalized tone. She couldn''t hide the waggle of her tail, though, and her feathers ruffled slightly as she leaned into Brandy. "Just needed them out of my hair for a bit." "Of course," Brandy teased, "You''re the big bad Murkrow, and they''re your rascally, adorable minions." "That''s right," Morgan replied with a huff. "I guess they''re pretty good minions. Deserve their treats." "Well, you deserve your treats, too." Brandy smiled, tucking her head under Morgan''s hat. It was cozy under there; the feeling of their cheeks touching was incredibly soothing. Morgan''s eyes lit up, and her feathery tail wagged harder, tickling at Brandy''s side. Brandy tried to hold in the giggles, but a few snorts and grumbles in her throat soon had Morgan grinning. "I''m just happy I could make things up to you," Brandy said, resting her chin on Morgan''s shoulder. "I''m still a little raw about being ignored," Morgan said, her voice quiet and gentle. "I know I''m the new team member. I can''t expect you to suddenly trust me as much as Calcine or Sparky." "Sure you can," Brandy quietly said back. They didn''t need to speak softly, but it felt right and helped them avoid putting heat into their words. "You''re part of the team. You should all get an equal share of me. I won''t be perfect, and I will slip up, but you shouldn''t ever feel like you deserve less. I just have to try harder." "I''d like to try harder with you", Morgan''s voice was soft, and her tone a little nervous. She shifted on Brandy''sp, her wings tightening slightly as she snuggled closer. "I made a mess with Cassidy. If I''d just spoken up, maybe things never would have..." Brandy usually saw Morgan as unppable. Confident, assertive, and always eager to try her own thing, there was no question that Murkrow had been having a great timetely. It was easy to forget that her time with Cassidy had been tough. They''d loved each other, but Cassidy wanted the flock to be one unit. To spoil them all simultaneously rather than take each one on their own needs. It''d left Morgan feeling loved and left out, happy to be a part of something and miserable that it was never entirely her own thing. It wasn''t a terrible way to be a Trainer, but poor Morgan had gotten trapped. Not wanting to speak up about it and cause hurt while hurting herself. Until she''d cracked under the pressure and ran away from her problems. It suggested there was a nervousness to the Murkrow in her that she rarely showed. Was it a fear of rejection or failing to entertain? She put a lot of effort into games and challenges, trying to make things more fun. That could be how her Dark typing expressed itself. She wasn''t a witch but a showwoman and wanted to dazzle everyone around her. There wasn''t a good answer to Morgan''s fears, but aforting hug never hurt. Brandy quieted Morgan''s worries with gentle contact, rxing as they enjoyed each other''s warmth and scent. Brandy''s nose tucked just under the Murkrow''s feathery cor, letting her breathe in her soft, dark feathers. Enjoy the smell of that strange shampoo Morgan used to keep herself glossy, wild oranges, and something flowery and sweet. It felt great to associate the scent with Morgan and wrap herself up in it. Brandy had gotten as used to it as Sparky''s sharp, crisp scent that made her nose tingle or Calcine''s warm, slightly spicy burn that always helped clear her head. "We''re all getting better at this," Brandy reassured Morgan, nuzzling against her. "I can''t promise I''ll never fuck up again. But I promise to be better tomorrow than I am today. You can bite me if I''m not." "You like the bites." Morgan smiled. "Not tricking me, I know a can''t lose situation." "No bites then!" Brandyughed. "Just don''t be scared toin. I won''t find it weak. I won''t get upset. I''d rather know and do something than let it fester. Promise." "Promise?" "Big promise." Brandy nodded. "And speaking of promises." Morgan bit Brandy on the bottom lip, her teeth grazing gently across her flesh. Just a little nibble and a tug on it, but that was enough to make Brandy''s heart thump a little quicker in anticipation. It hurt a tiny bit, Morgan wasn''t using a dark move, but it was an exciting little shock of pain. "I did promise flying, and I want you to share the skies with me. But thisp is sofy. And the bed is right there." Morgan whined. "We could skip it." "Ah, I thought your flying would be a magical experience. But if you''re saying it''s not that big a deal, we can just have sex." Brandy giggled when Morgan dragged Brandy off the bed and tried to put her under one arm. She didn''t have the strength for it, Brandy hanging off her side and pulling her boots on the ground as Morgan tried to get her to the door. "We''re going flying," Morgan said, a wing raised to the ceiling. "I''m giving up sex for this, so you better love it. Or else." "Or else what?" "Or else I''ll drop you." "Mean," Brandy grinned. "I like it when you''re mean." "You get way too much from Sparky," Morgan groaned. "Come on, younky brat, let me show you how I see the world." --- The sea was gorgeous at night; the stars reflected off it, turning the dark, rolling waters into a glittering endless expanse. Small fires dotted the beach and had tiny figures moving around them, enjoying thete night like Brandy and Maple had. Brandy''s eyes were really good; she could spy on them if she focused. She was resisting, and thankfully, her partner tonight made resisting that temptation easy. "You fly well with one wing," Brandy said, holding one of Morgan''s wings as they glided through the sky. Morgan''s grip was tight, and she was using Hurricane to form a thick wall of air below them, so even if Brandy slipped, she''d just be standing on the swirling white winds. "I can fly with no wings, but I need to really focus on Hurricane to do it, and it isn''tfortable." Morgan said, "It''s so much easier if I have a wing to steer with." It should have been impossibly noisy up here, but Morgan''s wind control was still quite good. Not as precise as she''d been before with Gust, but still good enough she could buffer them as they flew so they weren''t bothered by anything more than a light breeze. It was chilly up in the air, but Brandy had burned hot ever since she was born. She was a warm woman, and Morgan enjoyed having a heater with her while she flitted across the starry ocean. She was having fun making Brandy scream with some dives, which was more terrifying than any rollercoaster because there were just some feathers and air between her and a long drop into a cold ocean. Yet any time the fear crept in, Morgan tightened her grip and whispered some sweet encouragements into Brandy''s ear, and it worked. She had to trust Morgan tonight, and she did, with her very life, and it was worth it. Flying was incredible. "Can you go low?" Brandy asked. "Can we touch the ocean?" "For you? Absolutely." Morgan dropped like aet out of the sky and pulled up with her wing tip dipped into the water. An arc of spray flicked behind them as she zigzagged across a wave, and Brandy yelped. They barely cut out of it before it copsed, Morgan spinning with her and shooting off for another. She was ready this time, even if her head was spinning, and she stretched out a hand to stroke the water. With how fast they were going, it stung her fingertips, but it also made her feel oddly powerful like she was dragging her hand through solid concrete. The angry hissing mingled with theirughter before Morgan''s Hurricane cut right through a wave so they could shoot out the other side, only a light stter of cold ocean water on their skin as Morgan raced back to the sky again. "Break! Need a break." Brandy gasped, "That was, that was insane." She was panting. Although she hadn''t exerted herself, her body was so flush with adrenaline that it felt like she''d run a mile at a sprint. Her heart thumped in her throat, and it only thumped harder when Morgan pressed a hand to her neck and squeezed. "Slow breaths," Morgan said as they stopped in midair. Brandy felt the thick air beneath her boots, firm enough to stand on. As weird as it felt to just be standing in midair, Morgan''s soft voice helped to calm her. "I don''t want you passing out. You''re getting too excited. Breathe with me. In. Out." Morgan''s firm tone bypassed Brandy''s rational thought. All she could do was obey, breathing in and out in time with the Murkrow. It helped. She slowly regained her senses, the panic and fear fading away. "Better?" "Better." "Want more?" Brandy ran her hands along Morgan''s wings until she could find her hands and then squeezed them, wearing Morgan''s wings like a cloak. The Murkrow''s body pressed against her back, her breath hot on Brandy''s neck. "Can we enjoy this moment? Just the two of us, the ocean below. Nothing above. Alone together." "Absolutely," Morgan said, and Brandy could hear the smile in her voice. "I''d love nothing more." Brandy closed her eyes, letting the sensations take over. Morgan''s body was against her back, the wind rushing past her, and she felt weightlessness. The world was so small and distant right now. It was just her, Morgan, and a beautiful nighttime vista. With a breath for courage, Brandy let go of the Murkrow, her arms drifting out wide, and she could hear Morgan''s breath catch, the Murkrow shifting to catch her again. "You''re pretty awesome, you know," Brandy whispered. "Yeah. I know," Morgan said with a quietugh, "But it''s nice to hear." Brandy leaned her head back, the spikes of her red hair brushing over the underside of Morgan''s hat brim. She opened her eyes to watch the stars with her partner. Morgan was being sweet, but they''d spent a lot of time together today. Brandy had been paying attention through all of it, and some things had to be said. "I used to suck." Brandy said, "When I started? I was a pushover." "Where''s thising from?" Morgan brushed her wings down Brandy''s side. "I refuse to believe this. You''re incredible." "It''s true." Brandy blushed. "When I started, I was kind of a pushover. I''d let people make fun of me and never put my foot down. It wasn''t horrific. I still had a great time but put up with a lot I probably shouldn''t have." "Is this one of those things?" Morgan said, "We can return to our room if you want." "No, no, this is great. I feel like we''re in space, floating amongst the stars. This is everything you said it''d be and more." "And this reminded you that you suck?" Morgan shook her head. "Make sense for me, Brandy." Brandy held Morgan''s hands, and she had to twist about in her grip so they were face to face. She danced back and forth on her feet, just a gentle side to side, but it meant they were both dancing while floating above the ocean. A gesture so romantic it was almost sickening, and all that feeling balling up in Brandy had toe out. "You never saw me like that," Brandy said. "Calcine never saw my fumbling first time with Sparky, and Sparky never saw my hopeless romantic life with Cherry." "Are we ever going to meet her?" "I hope not," Brandy blushed, "That''d be so embarrassing. But what I''m getting at is that when I met you, I was more confident than I''ve ever been in my life. You worry about impressing me, and you shouldn''t." "A-" Brandy silenced Morgan with a finger and spoke over her. "I''m very good at knowing what Pok¨¦mon want, and I know it''s true. You know you''re good, but you worry I don''t see it. That I won''t appreciate your talents. That you''ll end up like you were before, ignored, left out. Always watching instead of taking part." "This is very personal," Morgan huffed, "I just wanted to show you a good time." "You can do that effortlessly, and you know it," Brandy said, twirling Morgan in the dance. The Hurricane wind whipped up around them to catch her, cutting into the sea like a drill and sending water spraying all around. Hopefully, they weren''t waking up sleeping Water Types; that''d be embarrassing. "I''m telling you that I notice it and won''t put up with things I don''t like anymore. Calcine worries about being herself. Sparky''s worried she isn''t good enough. You worry that we don''t appreciate you." "I''m the new Pok¨¦mon. That''s all it is." "No, you''re not," Brandy said, closing the dance into a hug and swaying their hips together. "Coalossal Calcine is newer than you. Galvant Sparky will be newer; I feel she''s close to it. Maybe we''ll even get a fourth soon. We''re all changing constantly. You''ve left new in the dust Morgan. You are part of the team, and I love you." "What?" Brandy kissed Morgan, a quick little thing that barely pressed their lips together, but it didn''t need to be long. The contact was electric enough. Morgan''s cheeks were burning hot, and her bit bottom lip was all Brandy needed to see to know this was going perfectly. "You heard. I love you." "I''m sorry, but can we go back a bit? To where we weren''t confessing our undying love?" "Toote," Brandy said, kissing her again, "And I think only one of us has confessed." "Fuck. You''re serious, aren''t you?" Morgan''s voice was soft, nervous. Scared, even. "Yes. I want to hear how you feel. If you return it or don''t, I won''t mind. I know you can enjoy sex and ourpany without it being anything more." "Liar," Morgan scratched her ws into Brandy''s side. "If I don''t say it, it''ll hurt. You''re soft, Brandy, despite all the muscle. You have a big, squishy heart, and none of us have hurt it yet. I could be the first." "Do you think I''ve inherited Super Luck?" Morgan quirked an eyebrow at Brandy. "Because I''m taking the chance." Brandy smiled. "This feels right to me." Morgan''s smile was small and awkward, and she looked away. She was blushing furiously, her feathers all fluffed up. Brandy gave her time, stroking a hand along Morgan''s shoulders, gently brushing the soft, fine feathers down. She wanted to keep touching them. It was so calming and sweet. "You''re a brat," Morgan said finally. "I''m scared. You''re putting me on the spot." "You''ll never say it if I don''t do this," Brandy said. "Tell me you need time. It''ll hurt, but I will give you that time. You''re worth it, Morgan; I know you are. I''m just scared that it''ll never happen if you don''t get a little push." "And you want it to happen." "With all my heart." Morgan closed her eyes, and the Hurricane beneath them died. They dropped. "Morgan!" They fell a foot. Not far at all. Morgan snapped a wing around Brandy''s waist and her free wing pped to steer them as the Hurricane picked back up. "That''s for putting me on the spot!" Morganughed as they raced out over the waters. "This is for caring enough to do it." She pulled Brandy into a kiss. It wasn''t like their previous ones. Morgan was going in with overwhelmingly confidence and control, and she was kissing her deeply, pressing her tongue into Brandy''s mouth. Not even giving her a chance to kiss back. This was pure domination in kiss form. It was very good. Brandy could get used to this. When it finally broke, Brandy knew what wasing. How could she not? "I love you," Morgan said. "Brandy Joyce, I love you, and it scares me. Please don''t hurt me." "Why would I ever do that? I love you too." Morgan kissed her again. Once more, twice, then what felt like a hundred times. The pair of them lost in their kisses as the world around them faded away. Just the rush of wind along their skin, the warmth of their bodies shared, and a bed waiting out there somewhere for them toe home to. 247 – A Foot Out the Door (18+) 247 ¨C A Foot Out the Door (18+) "Fuck!" The door mmed against the wall, making the whole room shake and a picture fell off and slid behind the bed. Brandy gasped as they spilled out onto the carpet of their Pok¨¦-center room. A cushion of wind broke their fall, but she had no time to recover before Morgan was on top of her, pressing her down with their weight and continuing to kiss her frantically. Morgan had raced them home through the skies and let Brandy run through the corridors of the Pok¨¦-center. They''d gotten a few cheers and whistles; the staff knew a Pok¨¦mon about to fuck their partner senseless when they saw it. It made sense to cheer. It was good for business, after all. Brandy pped the keycard against Morgan''s side. Morgan had been excited to return, but the moment they''d finally stopped, she''d pounced on Brandy and driven her right through the door. Brandy was covered in feathers from head to toe, her legs still half hanging outside their room as Morgan tried to strip Brandy with her teeth. She was holding back augh at just how ridiculously horny Morgan was, "I want you so badly," Morgan moaned between kisses, ignoring Brandy''s keycard ps as she tussled with her trainer. "Oh, fuck, I love you, I love you so much, I love you..." "Morgan, calm down," Brandy said. She pushed back the rim of Morgan''s hat that was messing up her hair and smiled at the lust-drunk Murkrow. "I''m all yours, and we have the room all night." Morgan paused for a second, breathing hard. They blinked a few times, and then a sly smile crossed their beak. "You''re all mine?" Brandy''s heart skipped a beat at the assertive punch in Morgan''s words, her cheeks turning rosy. She swallowed, but her mouth was suddenly dry. "All yours," she whispered. "Then why are you still dressed?" Morgan''s eyes were hungry. She grabbed the hem of Brandy''s skirt and pulled it off, throwing it into the corridor outside. The skirt had barely evennded before Morgan''s lips were on her inner thigh, teeth nipping and pecking at the sensitive flesh. Brandy''s head was spinning at the speed of it all, her whole body feeling light and fuzzy, and the Dark energy infused in Morgan''s bites made them sinfully pleasurable. All Brandy could do was moan. It was just that good; it robbed her muscles of any strength. Just when she felt like she''d pop, Morgan moved on, leaving her panting for air and desperately wanting more. Her tongue trailed along Brandy''s legs, clearly loving the taste of every inch until her face was fully pressed between Brandy''s thighs. Brandy squeezed. "Got you." Brandy taunted. Morgan''s tongue flicked against her panties and gave a dirtyugh as Brandy''s hips jumped at the sensation. She effortlessly wriggled out of Brandy''s trap and kissed her way up to Brandy''s belly button. "You''ve had me quite a while, Brandy, but tonight, you''ll finally get all I can give." She sounded ravenous and in no rush to get Brandy to bed. They were in a Pok¨¦-center. Public sex was a little embarrassing here, but it was a ce for adults. It wasn''t going to get them in trouble. The idea that anyone could walk by and see them was exciting in a way that Brandy wasn''t entirely used to. She''d been in a Tournament and had hundreds, maybe thousands, people watch her have sex, so it wasn''t the act of being observed that thrilled her. It was that someone finding them here would be getting an unexpected show, a sneak peek at what was nned to be a private moment. Morgan''s head came up, though all her work was obscured by her witch''s hat. Brandy had to go by feeling, like the pressure of a mouth on her stomach, the wet sensation of a tongue tracing down her navel and dipping under the fabric of her panties, just above her pussy. Morgan was taking their time to tease her now, enjoying the anticipation. "How should I fuck, my beautiful, lovely, sexy trainer?" Morgan whispered. "Do I rip off her underwear and lick her pussy until she cums? Or do I carry her over to that bed and fuck her until we break it? Choices." "I-" Morgan tugged down Brandy''s panties and dragged her tongue through her folds. Whatever Brandy had been about to say was lost to her moan as she felt the slick muscle slip through her. Her mind went nk, and all that was left was the hot sensation of Morgan''s tongue working over her. She was good, really good, either her Super Lucky ability in y or just sheer practice, but it didn''t matter because Brandy was losing it. "I wasn''t asking you," Morgan said after she came up for air, smacking her lips loudly like she was chewing down on the taste of Brandy. "I was thinking out loud. You just keep looking like a tasty treat for me and let your wise Unovan girlfriend figure everything out." Morgan''s tonguepped against her folds, and Brandy shuddered, a weak whine escaping her. That tongue kept moving inside her, exploring the surface of her pussy, finding the most sensitive parts of her so fast it was uncanny. She was using Super Luck on her, and Brandy was eager to inherit these particr benefits. Morgan was using it as a kind of assisted learning for pussy eating. She didn''t know how to make Brandy squirm yet, but Super Luck let her hit the right notes anyway. It''d be even better once Morgan knew how to take her apart and could spare the luck for other things. Like the hands that had found her tits, they weren''t getting the benefit of Super Luck. They were squeezing and caressing with gleeful abandon, and it still felt good to be mauled like this. Stipping Brandy''s top off for better ess was an even less elegant act than below. Morgan just pulled off buttons until the shirt parted. Her fingers danced along Brandy''s bra, tracing the edges of her breasts, following the seam until she made it all disappear off her in a burst of ck feathers. "How?" Brandy gasped, "You can''t teleport others." "You thought it was more mine than yours," Morgan said. Fascinating. If Brandy felt she waspletely Morgan''s, did that mean the Murkrow could teleport her with Astonish? It wasn''t impossible. Other people had done that over the years, but their exnations for how never matched up. It seemed unique to each Pok¨¦mon, and Brandy would have to research it afterward. Morgan clearly felt Brandy''s mind wandering, and a thorough breast massage with some digs into her nipples from the Murkrow''s fingernails brought her attention screaming back. "I can tell what you''re thinking. You want to be mine," Morgan growled. "I''m going to make sure you know that right down to your bones." Brandy shivered at Morgan''s words. Morgan''s voice was so deep and possessive. She''d had a good run tonight being assertive and helping Morgan admit her feelings; this felt like a reward, and she was going to indulge. She felt her own wetness coating her thighs as her partner''s breath brushed against her bare skin. "Say it. Say you''re mine." "I''m yours," Brandy said, "All yours." "To do with as I want?" Morgan growled, "My toy for tonight? My ything?" "Yes," Brandy whispered. "All of that." Morgan crawled Brandy''s body, her teeth shining as she pinned Brandy''s arms to the ground with her wrists. "You''re not going to regret this." Brandy felt Morgan''s weight on her and couldn''t resist as her girlfriend started to kiss her neck, her breath hitching with excitement. It felt like she was floating again. The only thing holding her down was the heavy press of Morgan''s body. The anchor of her stiff cock brushed against her stomach. She didn''t feel scared; she knew she was safe with Morgan, and there was something exhrating about being under Murkrow''s spell. Brandy whined as the Murkrow''s teeth started to bite her neck, making her shiver. "Fuck, Morgan, please. I-I need it." "Oh, you''re going to get it," Morgan purred. "You''ve told me to embrace my feelings, so I''m going to let them run wild tonight." The Murkrow''s fingernails scratched up Brandy''s thigh, leaving a trail of red marks. They hooked onto the hem of her panties, and Brandy heard a faint tear, the sound of thin fabric giving way. The next moment, her panties were gone, bursting apart in a flurry of feathers. "What an interesting trick." That wasn''t Morgan speaking. The shock made Brandy push her head up to look at who it was, but Morgan''s hat blocked her vision. She knew she was hanging out in the hallway; the door was open. People wandering by were expected, but she hadn''t expected them toment! Morgan didn''t seem to care. She was lost entirely in Brandy''s body, biting and licking with gleeful abandon. Her cock was rubbing against Brandy''s thigh as she tried to line herself up, though she was far too excited to do it without a hand down there to help. "Who is that?" Brandy gasped. "No idea. Don''t care," Morgan said between licks. "Oof, I''ve not been dismissed like that for a while." the familiar voice said. Confident, cocky, effortlessly proud. Oh no. "Mercury?" Brandy groaned. "This isn''t a good time." "I disagree. This looks like a really good time." Mercuryughed. "I felt the presence of a Murkrow and wanted to meet the terror you unleashed in the tournament. This is better than I could have imagined, though." "Well, use that imagination to jerk yourself off tonight," Morgan said as she stroked her fingers in Brandy''s palms, staring up at her with a hunger that made Brandy''s insides quiver. "This beauty is all mine." Telling Mercury to just fuck off was kind of hot. Morgan sounded utterly sure she could handle her, and Brandy thought she stood a good chance. Dark Types were powerful against Psychic Types, and Morgan was a powerful Pok¨¦mon on top of that. Mercury was infamous, but she might get humbled today if she pushed her luck. However, Mercury wouldn''t let that stop her; she leaned into the room. Brandy could see her rainbow hair flowing around the edge of Morgan''s hat. "I do love feisty. How about a challenge?" "Mercury," Brandy clucked her tongue. "This is Morgan''s night. She tells you to go, you go." "... what kind of challenge?¡± Of course, Mercury knew precisely what''d grab Morgan''s attention. "Out of respect, I won''t touch either of you tonight. I''ll even keep quiet," Mercury sounded so smug, but Brandy knew she wasn''t much of a liar. She was too self-confident to do that. "But if you pound Brandy hard enough that even I''m impressed? I''ll give you both something that''ll make this nightpletely unforgettable. Make Brandy mewl in ways even your Foul y can''t pull off." "Oh, you''re going to be impressed," Morgan grinned. "Get in, close the door, and if your beautiful ass annoys me even slightly, you''re leaving." The wind whipped up in the room, making Mercury''s hair whip to one side, the floorboards creaking as her weight slid along the ground. "Through the window. Deal?" "Deal," Mercury said, making Brandy''s heart jump as she felt the pair of them being lifted up by a purple light and nted on the soft mattress of the bed. The click of the door lock made her heart skip a beat. She''d expected Morgan to go wild, but apetitive Morgan? She really was going to find out what Ceridwen went through. 248 – Heart Flutters (18+) 248 ¨C Heart Flutters (18+) Morgan was weaving some spell with her fingers, her lips moving soundlessly as she stroked her nails over Brandy''s skin. Brandy felt her muscles twitch under the gentle strokes, Morgan''s touch leaving trails of pleasure on her skin. The soft sheets of the bed brushed against Brandy''s body as Morgan''s touch became more forceful, dimpling Brandy''s skin and forcing her to shift to getfortable. It was gentle y, but Brandy didn''t believe for a moment that was all it was. Morgan''s blood-red eyes were fixed on her own, and the pleasure she felt exploring Brandy''s body was clearly written in her gaze. She didn''t need Foul y to share Morgan''s desire to touch her; it took distraction not to grab a handful of feathers and pull her closer. Thankfully, Morgan was very distracting. Brandy studied the beautiful face above her, wonderfully framed by Morgan''s witch hat. That wide brim was a part of her Murkrow, sharing her moods. The slightly jaunty angle showed how much fun she was having. Morgan had bared her heart tonight, and she''d left that vulnerability open and wore it proudly. Theplete opposite of Mercury. The giant Rapidash was slowly peeling off her clothes and folding them neatly onto Brandy''s coffee table, but it wasn''t a strip tease. She was absorbed in the show in front of her. She pulled herself out of her white blouse with an enthusiasm usually reserved for washing the dishes or making your bed. Necessary but boring. Maybe she was just being nice and trying not to distract, but it was hard not to steal nces. Mercury was tall, well-built, and just effortlessly gorgeous. Her colorful hair caressed her body, highlighting her massive chest and the slight tone of her stomach muscles. She''d been keeping fit since Brandyst saw her, and it was hard not to have all the times she''d seen Mercury naked run through her head. Moments of pure terror or exhausting pleasure. All that from Mercury just keeping to herself. Brandy felt she''d grown stronger since they''dst fought, a lot stronger, but she hadn''t really gone out of her way to learn anything about Mercury. Her impression of her hadn''t changed, while the feathery vision before her couldn''t be more different to Brandy''s eyes. The bed creaked as Morgan moved closer, her legs rubbing against Brandy''s, the touch sending little shivers of sensation up Brandy''s spine. Morgan''s hands pressed down onto Brandy''s shoulders and pinned her to the covers as she let her cock rest against Brandy''s thigh. The warmth and heft sent a shiver of desire running through Brandy, one she couldn''t hide from a Morgan this intimately close to her. It got quite the smirk out of her. "I love you," Morgan said, this time with a heavy weight behind it. Pressing the words into Brandy''s flesh, marking her with them. "And I''m going to make love to you." Brandy raised a hand and lifted her shoulder to try to reach out for Morgan, only for Morgan to lean on her heavier, pressing her body back down. Her short ck hair brushed over Brandy''s cheeks as she leaned so close the tips of their noses touched. "Listen to me. I am. Going to make love. To you." Every short sentence fragment was hammered down so firmly Brandy couldn''t deny them. She just bit her bottom lip and nodded meekly. Morgan got a handful of her red hair and sped it tight, forcing Brandy''s gaze to match hers and not leaving her any room to shy away from it or look over to Mercury. Brandy had to confront the intensity burning in those eyes. "For all your faults, you''ve been monstrously kind to me," Morgan growled. "Dragging me out of despair, providing a warm space to feel wee. You might slip up, but I know you care. Deeply." "No more than I should," Brandy said. "You deserve it." "Hush." Morganid a finger over Brandy''s mouth. "You are going to lie there and let me pleasure you. While your rival watches, seeing how strong you''ve let me be." Morgan turned, finally acknowledging Mercury, who had settled back into an armchair, one arm lounging over the back while the other casually undid her pants belt. Morgan pointed a wing at her. "You could fuck anyone in this building if you tried. But here you are, watching us." "Want to know why?" Mercury said, tilting her head proudly at Morgan''s usation, her purple horn gleaming from the moonlight filtering through the window blinds. "Couldn''t care less," Morgan grinned. "Probably some nonsense about strength or appreciating a powerful rival. Some high-minded Psychic thing. Forget all that nonsense. Let me tell you why." Morgan sank a hand to squeeze Brandy''s breast, drawing a moan from her lips. "This. The noises she makes, the rise of her chest as her breath quickens, the shiver of her body under my hands. You''re here because you want a good show, so sit back, shut up, and enjoy the best one of your life." Mercuryughed, a genuine chuckle of amusement. She leaned forward, resting her elbow on her knee with her chin on her hand. "Go on then. Show me something new." They weren''t fighting over Brandy exactly, but it felt like it. Watching Mercury''s titanic presence being smothered under Morgan''s wings was fascinating. She''d found a strength that seemed unshakable, and she turned back to Brandy to apply it with enthusiasm. Morgan''s fingers dug into Brandy''s sides, pinning her down as Morgan''s body slid over hers, her hips pressing down between her thighs. Brandy gasped as her pussy was spread open by the stroking head of Morgan''s cock, feeling the heat and the thickness of it rub against the sensitive flesh. A tiny taste of what was toe, but Brandy wolfed that feeling down ravenously. Her body trembled under Morgan''s weight, her silky feathers softening the rubbing of their bodies. Brandy didn''t feel trapped. Far from it, it was an exhrating feeling, like when they''d be soaring among the skies. She was letting Morgan take control tonight, a total surrender of her body and needs, and it felt strangely liberating. Morgan''s mouth was right next to Brandy''s ear as she worked herself up to some very gentle thrusts. Brandy was treated to deep, lustden whispers that sent shivers up and down her spine as Morgan began to break her in. "I''ve dreamed of this," Morgan murmured. "Getting to be greedy. Taking more than my fair share of you. Now I have you in my clutches. You''re mine." Morgan''s fingers curled around her neck, and she felt the soft fingertips tickle against her pulse. It wasn''t a firm grip on Brandy''s throat, barely a feather touch, but the idea that she was now truly Morgan''s ything had Brandy''s body tingling in anticipation. "Do you know how good this feels?" Morgan said, her voice a little thick from the pleasure she was getting having her cock squeezed by Brandy''s pussy, "Knowing that you''re not just sharing your body, you''re letting me have it?" "I trust you." "You better," Morgan said, a hint of steel entering her tone. Her hand squeezed slightly firmer around Brandy''s throat, not enough to choke, but it made Brandy''s breath hotter and her throat ripple with every breath. Morgan''s slow gyrations were pleasantly filling, but like any show Morgan put on, there had to be esction. Her cock teased out Brandy''s clit and then masterfully rubbed its girth along the small nub in one long stroke that summoned a long moan from Brandy like a spell. Her hips arched up to press harder against Morgan like they were pulled by invisible strings, entirely out of Brandy''s control. She tried to lie there and take it, but Morgan was too good at this. Brandy couldn''t help but react. "That''s it, my love," Morgan purred. "Tell me what you like." "That. More. That!" Brandy squealed. "That''s it, be greedy with me," Morgan whispered, her soft words teasing Brandy''s ear. "I''m going to spoil you." Morgan''s thrusts were starting to speed up, a firmness and purpose entering them, driving Brandy wild. The bed was shaking as Morgan began to fuck her, the steady, heavy thrusts rocking Brandy''s body. Each time she felt her pussy had nothing left to give, that thick, warm cock sunk deeper and deeper. Morgan was coring her out, and every inch was bliss. A bliss that was shared; Brandy could feel that tickle of Mercury in her mind, not deep, the Rapidash was only lightly tasting what Brandy was feeling, using it as a mental lubricant for the rather enthusiastic handjob she was giving herself. Brandy could hear the p of flesh, but Morgan was such a domineering force. Brandy didn''t even sneak a peek. She was entirely under the Murkrow''s spell. Morgan''s weight felt wonderful on her hips when she sunk deep and ground their bodies together. Her long wings trailed over her stomach and brushed her breasts as one hand pinned Brandy''s wrists to the bed so she could do nothing but happily writhe underneath Morgan. Even her legs were brought under control, the pressure of Morgan''s legs on her thighs pushing Brandy''s knees back into her chest and just spreading her pussy wider for her partner. It was greatly appreciated. Morgan wasn''trge by Pok¨¦mon standards, but she was thick, which made her overwhelmingly present inside Brandy. Brandy was being stretched out, and the idea her body was being reshaped to better suit both their pleasure? Hot. Scorching hot. Almost too much. There was a growing heat inside Brandy, a growl from her Steam Engine heart, and a tightness in her throat that wasn''t just from Morgan''s fingers. A rising whine rattled about in what little space it had as her body was pushed and pulled and fucked by a partner who had felt her body and the blood rushing through it all with Foul y plenty of times. Morgan knew what to do, and she was being merciless now. The softness was gone; the passion was all that remained. Brandy couldn''t hold back, not from a force like Morgan, and so with total surrender, she let her cries of pleasure spill out of her without any shame. She was lost, her mind a mess, and all her thoughts were dragged into the singr focus of the pleasure stuffed so deep it felt like it was in her gut. She was getting pounded. This wasn''t tender sex between lovers. Morgan was using her. Manipting her body, steering her emotions, and forcing the pleasure to rise higher and higher at her will. Brandy was a warm hole for the Murkrow to use, a ything she was sinking her talons into with barely controlled delight, and it felt good. To just rx and enjoy her partner for what she was. Horny, skilled, and fiercely determined to make Brandy absolutely cum her brains out. "Morgan," Brandy gasped. "You''re beautiful." "Shhh, sweetheart, you''re almost there. I can feel it." Morgan''s voice was thick with concentration, and her thrusts were starting to falter. Not from exhaustion, but with the rising need to find the perfect stroke, to squeeze everyst drop of pleasure from Brandy. "Let go. Give me everything." All Brandy could manage was a moan. She had nothing left to surrender. The only resistance left was out of her control; her body, with all its built-up inheritance, demanded effort to give Morgan what she wanted, and Morgan, bless her, was putting it in. "Fuck. Fuck, you feel so good," Morgan panted, the sweat on her brow dripping onto Brandy''s cheeks. A few drops found Brandy''s open mouth, and she savored the salty taste of her partner''s efforts. "So fucking good." "im her." Mercury said, "No words Murkrow. Take what your heart desires." Morgan snarled, her eyes zing as she pressed her cheek against Brandy''s, their faces rubbing together with the sweat and heat and passion, and then, just as Brandy reached her limit, Morgan kissed her. It was a deep kiss, passionate and possessive. Brandy''s heart pounded in her chest as she moaned her orgasm directly into Morgan''s lips, and as Morgan''s feathers cradled her, she felt Foul y kick in, and Morgan''s feelings washed back. The high of sheer power Morgan was feeling flooded into her, and Morgan''s love and passion followed. She could feel the tension in Morgan''s body; the sheer effort she''d put into holding back Brandy came first. Now that Morgan had, Brandy got to feel the relief of Morgan letting go. That stab of pleasure as she came. Everything that had built up in her heart and body poured into Brandy together, and they both rode that high together, their bodies twitching in unison as they were caught up in a feedback loop of pleasure. When they finally came down, their bodies were still, and Morgan had slumped on top of her. Fingers still stroking her neck, but tenderly, just enjoying the feeling of her skin. "Thank you," Morgan whispered. "For trusting." "No. Thank you." Brandy gasped, "For making me cum so hard, I''ve got spots dancing in front of my eyes." "You don''t have to say that. I know I''m good." Morgan said, voice dripping with smug satisfaction. Brandy could see the faint flush of red in her cheeks, Morgan protested a little much, she loved the praise. "Oh, shut up," Brandy said, "And cuddle." Morgan happily obliged, her wings wrapping around Brandy like a warm, silky nket. They cozied up tight, luxuriating in the afterglow together, Morgan yfully swapping sensations back and forth until they were both so mellowed out that sleep was tempting. Tempting, but not likely. Not yet. "We should hear what Mercury has nned," Morgan whispered, though more than loud enough to be overheard. "Or she''s going to stain the armchair over there." "She cums like a faucet," Brandy nodded. "Huge mess." "Cheek. I only said you''d get rewarded if you impressed me." Mercury said, "You think that was enough to impress me?" "Think?" Morgan snorted. "We both know it was, but if you want to get bent over a coffee table and convinced more thoroughly, I can do that. I think Brandy would love the show." "It wasn''t bad," Mercury said, the shuffling as she got up heard through the thick mat of feathers that was Morgan''s wings. "You''re clearly doing well, Brandy. She''s good for you. I can excuse a Murkrow pushing her luck if it makes you better. Now hug her tight, it''ll help whates next." Brandy didn''t need an excuse, not when it was this nice to hug her partner. She snuggled tight, her arms wrapped around Morgan''s neck and her head buried into the Murkrow''s soft feathers. She was thankful for something soft to squeeze when Mercury''s psychic power yed over her body and slowly locked down her limbs. Pulling tight against her skin. She didn''t resist it. This was Mercury''s gift. She''d made it clear, a reward, not a punishment. She''d trusted Morgan tonight. She could share a little trust for her Pok¨¦mon rival. Brandy let the energy wash over her. Then, let it soak in, filling her up. Morgan''s eyes widened with surprise, shimmering with the pink light reflected off Brandy''s skin. "Oh." Morgan clucked her tongue. "This! This changes everything." 249 – Mercury Poisoning (18+) 249 ¨C Mercury Poisoning (18+) The power Mercury had filled Brandy with was a heady cocktail. The energy swirling inside her seemed to settle into every inch of her, bringing a whole host of different sensations. Her muscles felt incredible, as if they''d limbered up from a light workout and were now begging to be used. Her scalp felt like it was beingthered with shampoo by the tender touch of a lover, and she felt the soft brush of Morgan''s feathers on her skin with an intensity that made her tremble. She was feeling a whole new spectrum of strength and pleasure, and her body didn''t know what to do with it. Running a hand through her spiky red hair, Brandy found it didn''t stop where she thought it should. She stretched it out between her fingers, pulling it in front of her face to stare at the long locks. The red slowly faded to avender purple that matched Mercury''s own. "Mercury, why do I have your hair?" "That''s what you''re asking about?" Mercuryughed, sitting on the edge of the bed beside the two cuddlebugs. "Morgan, can you explore her for me? Awaken her to some changes." "Oh, it''d be my pleasure," Morgan said, extracting herself from the cuddle. Morgan''s wingtips stroked her stomach, and then the sensation doubled. One touch from the soft feathers, another from the power flowing within. Brandy''s fingers explored the same patch of skin Morgan was ying with and found that her abs were far more defined than before, and she joined Morgan in tracing the outline of the firm but sensitive muscle. It was unreal. She had to get a look at them and tilted her head up to get a peek at her new body. Her view was thoroughly blocked. "Mercury, why do I have giant tits?" "They suit you," Mercury grinned. She leaned over to get closer to the action, looming over the pair, and grabbed Morgan''s wrist, guiding her hand to a breast that had a tinge of psychic pink to it. "Okay, I''ll admit it, they''re more for me than Morgan. I rarely ever get to use Stored Power on someone else; I usually keep it for myself. But I wanted to see what you''d look like with some of my inheritance." Morgan giggled, firmly stroking the underside of Brandy''s breast with her hands. The kneading of her fingers made Brandy''s thoughts fizzle out, and she was left staring dumbly as the bird witch''s hands worked her over. Her new tits were as sensitive as the rest of her changes, and every squeeze had her heart shooting up into her throat. It was almost a relief when Morgan''s touch left her chest and let Brandy breathe. Morgan wasn''t done, sliding her fingers down to stroke the curve of Brandy''s thighs. A few teasing touches and the bit bottom lip of her partner were enough to tell Brandy her freshly enhanced thighs had Morgan''s approval. If Brandy was honest with herself, she had to agree the changes were incredible. Her new hair looked gorgeous, and her chest was intimidatingly massive, but it hung nicely on her chest. It was all very Mercury, a heavy helping of too much and making it look fabulous anyway. Stored Power was an interesting Move; like Calcine''s Fire Stone, it had to be charged up by love and affection and could give a Pok¨¦mon, or a target, a significant but temporary boost. It made an excellent secret weapon for a wild Pok¨¦mon like Mercury; if you didn''t know she had it, you''d underestimate her until she felt pressed enough to use it finally. "You didn''t have to do this, Mercury," Brandy said, breathing slowly as she got used to the Psychic changes. It probably hadn''t changed her actual body; it was probably a mix of psychic force construct and illusion wired into her head to feel like the real thing. The sensitivity slowly dropped as she adjusted to the feeling of Morgan''s touches. "Why show me this?" "Don''t like it?" "No, it''s cool," Brandy smiled. "Weird but neat, but why give your Move away like that? I''ll know you have this when we do our rematch. You''ve lost an edge." "After you wheedled a few Moves out of me, I''ve had to change how I fought," Mercury said, reaching out to run a hand along Morgan''s wing. The unspoken request was clear; she was requesting permission to join in. Morgan grabbed Mercury''s wrist and brought it down to help cup Brandy''s newly enhanced ass. One cheek fit Mercury''s palm perfectly like it''d been made for the sole purpose of being groped by the horse woman. Possibly it had. Hrm. Could this move be used offensively? Boosting the opponent seemed like a bad idea, but if you made it a perfect match for yourself, you''d have an exciting advantage to exploit. "I relied on my overwhelming strength for so long," Mercury exined. "Before I met you, I just assumed I''d be able to fuck anyone into the ground so thoroughly they couldn''t think straight." "And Brandy was a thirsty woman you couldn''t dazzle?" Morganughed, her hand over Mercury''s as she squeezed Brandy''s ass. "Fuck, I want to flip her over so bad. Admire the butt." "Thetest generation is something else, and don''t give away thest surprise!" Mercuryughed. "She hasn''t worked it out yet." Last surprise? Did she get a tail or something? Brandy was fairly sure Mercury didn''t have a tail. "My physical need to see Brandy''s butt outweighs your games," Morgan growled. "Let''s speed this up. Brandy, how does this feel?" Morgan dipped below the curve of Brandy''s boosted chest and out of sight. Brandy had her breath half held in anticipation, but nothing could have prepared her for the feeling of her partner''s tongue licking a long wet stripe across a dick she didn''t even know she had. "MERCURY, WHY DO I HAVE YOUR COCK?" Brandy yelled as she gripped the covers tight. She hadn''t meant to scream it, but keeping a level head right now was hard. She scrambled upright, the weight of her new tits slowing her down. She got treated to the sight of a very pink and hefty glowing cock pped right across Morgan''s face, the Murkrow giving it tongue love like it was her favorite ice cream. "Oh, please. It''s not even your first time today," Mercuryughed. "I know you have ns for my dear Maple, but I thought you''d enjoy a fitting session." "Where do you think she''s fitting that exactly?" Morgan said, turning her red eyes to Mercury. "I''m all for teasing, but it''s still my night, and getting drilled by Brandy''s dick wasn''t in the ns." "Look me in the eyes," Mercury said, reaching around to cup Morgan''s chin, a thumb teasing the corner of her mouth. "And tell me you''re not dying to feel that cock on the back of your throat right now." Morgan swallowed and licked her lips. She didn''t need to say anything for everyone to know the answer was yes. But she didn''t want to lose charge. Luckily, Brandy was kind of an expert. "You love me?" Brandy asked Morgan. "I think I''ve said that plenty." "I''m yours?" "You''re mine," Morgan hissed, her breath hot against Brandy''s dick. Arceus it was an unwieldy thing. Mercury''s size was impressive, but Brandy didn''t have her skill with it. She was worried that if she shook her hips, she might club Morgan unconscious with it. ... Why did she find that so tempting now? She really was a mess. No, this was Morgan''s night. Focus and stop thinking Pok¨¦-dick thoughts. "Then all of me is all yours," Brandy said, leaning forward to stroke the feathers on the back of Morgan''s head. "These fat tits are yours. This marvelous butt is yours. This cock is yours." "All mine," Morgan sighed. "But you can''t suck a dick and be in charge." "All yours," Brandy repeated, pulling Morgan in closer. She guided her mouth open with the tip of her thumb and used another hand to guide that unwieldy pink b of psychic meat to Morgan''s lips. "You can absolutely suck a dick and be in charge. You''ve seen me fight. You know I can make you dance while giving you everything you want. Morgan moaned in agreement, her eyes zing over as she started sucking on the head. Brandy was going to be nice. She wouldn''t go all the way in. Not yet. "Fuck," Morgan groaned, her lips brushing against the tip. Her tongue flicked out to swirl over the top. It worked. Brandy felt like she was going to explode. She''d used Mercury''s cock in the tournament match, but that was on someone she barely knew. This was Morgan. The intimacy of it was just so intoxicating. Brandy felt a shiver of pleasure race through her body, and her muscles were flexing in a way she''d never felt before. The sensation of a tongue on her shaft was utterly alien and new, yet also warm andforting. "I''ll let you set the pace," Brandy said, her voice wavering madly. She stroked the side of Morgan''s face with her fingers. "Mercury can make all the adjustments you think it needs. But there''s something I need to say first." Morgan looked up expectantly. "Poke Mercury and use Foul y to make her feel it too." "Oh, don''t you dare!" Mercuryughed as Morgan swished her wing out to grab her. She tried to bat it away with a st of pink energy, but Morgan caught it in her feathers and threw it back into her face. A textbook Sucker Punch, punishing them for attacking without thinking. "Morgan! Morgan, you''re making a powerful enemy!" Morgan moaned happily at that idea, her mouth vibrating against the cock''s head. That tingling sensation in Morgan''s warm, wet mouth threatened to send Brandy over the edge. If that was even possible, it was a psychic cock. Could she even cum with it? It would be a long, long night if she couldn''t. Fuck, Sparky and Calcine were going to be so jealous they''d missed all this. There''s no way anything they were doing could match up. 250 – From Top to Bottom (18+) 250 ¨C From Top to Bottom (18+) The wood on the waterside cabin¡¯s supports creaked, and the whole building listed a little more into the water. "This has to happen every week," Sparky groaned. Calcine had pushed her out as she wasn''t in any shape to help, and she''d staggered right into the arms of a woman with weird dark blue hair that seemed to have some yellow Christmas lights wound into it. Lighting up a very disapproving face. The jokes on her; Sparky loved to be disapproved. "I don''t usually have to be worked up toe down here so my girlfriend can save a cabin from being Recycled," the blue-haired woman snapped. "What did you do?" "You think it was me?" Sparky pouted. "I''m just a little bug. A tiny Joltik! Look at my noodly arms. How could this be my fault?" "I''ve dealt with bugs before." The Manager''s re didn''t lighten. "You''re not cute." "Yes, I am. You might not like it, but I''m fucking adorable." The Manager couldn''t help but bark augh at her cheek and angrily ruffled Sparky''s hair in revenge. "I will throw you in the ocean so you can help with webs." "I''d sink. I can''t swim right now. I''m boneless." Sparky sniffed. "Pity me, I''ve been wrecked." "Wrecked by what? Or should I say, who?" she huffed. "Since you clearly had an aplice." Sparky''s eyes gleamed. "Wouldn''t you like to know?" "Yes! That''s why I''m asking!" "Hottest Pok¨¦mon in the world." Sparky sighed happily. "Nine feet of pure muscled goodness. Cock as big as my forearm." "Sure, and I just got done from fucking the Bird Trio. You''re an impressive specimen, but I''d like a real answer, please?" Sparkyughed, then winced. "Augh. No moreughing for me. Too achy. But I''m telling the truth! She''s impossibly hot and a chiseled giantess. Built for smashing bugs and ruining bodies." The Manager rolled her eyes and batted Sparky''s hands away from touching the lights in her hair, "You expect me to believe that?" "Honestly, I wouldn''t believe it either." Sparky smiled, "But she made really, really sure I won''t forget it the next time I sit down." "I''m going to have to report this to the Rangers, and they''ll figure out what you do." the Manager tutted. "I know Bug types can''t take anything seriously, but why do you sound so happy?" "Because I have the two best girlfriends in the world." Sparky chirped. "And a pet parakeet." "And all I have is one bad day." the Manager muttered. Sand crept up under the wooden waterside cabin from the ocean and hardened in the night air, forming a stable tform to stop further sliding. A Pok¨¦mon popped her head out of the water, two bright glowing lights bobbing off the ends of her blue hair. "It just did that, Halogen!" the Pok¨¦mon yelled, her cheeks puffed out and glowing with bright white light. "Where am I gonna Spit Up all of this now?" "Just make sure it''s secure for me, Flou. Then we''ll deal with the Bug here." the Manager, Halogen, called out to the swimming Pok¨¦mon. "I think her partner took off." "She''s got a nice dick! You should enjoy that instead." the Lanturn cackled, "Honestly, it takes an Electric to wear you out." "I don''t think I''m letting her off that easy," Halogen sniffed. "No dick is big enough to make up for this." Sparky had the evilest grin when the door of the cabin pushed open and Calcine came out, ducking her head to avoid banging it on the doorframe. She waspletely stark naked and a little sweaty from using her Rock Tomb to pull up all that wet sand from the ocean floor. That and all her effort pounding Sparky into a happy paste. The moonlight gleamed off her muscles in a veryplimentary way. Halogen''s eyes were wide as saucers. She''d stiffened up out of sheer panic as Calcine came forward, dusting her hands. Calcine was nearly double Halogen''s size, towering over the bossy Manager, her eyes zing with pure white heat. "We good?" Calcine said. "Sorry about this mess. I got carried away. I''m happy to pay for the inconvenience." Halogen''s mouth opened and shut a few times as she took in the majesty of the Coalossal Calcine and tried to find words to speak. "She''s distraught." Sparky said, "Said she''d have to call the Rangers." "Uhhhh-" Halogen was shaking in shock, unable to do anything but whine in the shadow of the Coalossal. "Oh, that''s bad." Calcine said, "Is there no way we can make it up to you?" Sparky noticed that the red of Halogen''s face shed with her blue hair. Maybe if she could get it a darker shade, it''d match better. She snuggled back into Halogen''s shocked grip and grinned. "Don''t worry Calcine, I got an idea how you can make it up to her." "Buh-buh-big!" Halogen stammered, "Big!" "Make it up to her big." Sparky nodded. "You think you can manage that Calcine?" "I''d be happy to make up for my actions here." Turns out there was a dick big enough to make up for this after all. Brandy was really missing out! Hopefully Morgan was making up for theck of meat in her own creative way. --- Brandy had more cock than Morgan could handle, but the poor Murkrow was trying her best. Massaging her throat, she was trying to gulp down the whole thick and heavy length of it and barely got past halfway before having issues with finding a ce to put it all. Despite all the difficulty, her tear-streaked red eyes were glowing bright, relishing the challenge. "C''mon Morgan," Mercury crooned, her cock twitching as she watched the Murkrow gurgle and drool around Brandy''s copy. "A throat that pretty deserves to be stretched out fully." Morgan''s fingernails scrabbled on the bedcovers and over Brandy''s thighs as she tried to find something to grip. The feathers on her wings ruffled out as she took another brave attempt to swallow just a little more of the massive b of cock that was stuffing her throat. Brandy moaned incoherently, feeling every twitch and spasm of Morgan''s tight throat as the Murkrow choked herself. It was apletely reckless act of love, and despite the sheer depravity of it all, the sight of it made Brandy''s heart melt. "Such a good little cocksucker." Mercury purred, "You really found an exceptional teammate here, Brandy." Mercury was punished for her taunting. Morgan pped her on the stomach, and at that point of contact, Brandy felt Foul y take hold. Morgan dumped what she was feeling onto Mercury, making her choke and splutter her heavy chest, heaving as she tried to swat the Murkrow away. If Mercury actually hated it, she could have just moved back, so Brandy wasn''t worried about Morgan pushing things too far. But she still had a bit of a worry about just how much they were working Mercury up. "I take it back!" Mercury gasped as she grabbed Morgan''s wrist and pulled her hand away. "This weak Murkrow is far too dainty for a real cock. She feels like she''s moments from passing out." "That''s probably more because she can''t breathe around it." Brandy pointed out in a breathy rush. "You''re really big, and her throat is so wonderfully tight. Fuck, this is so nice." "I can''t deny the appeal of a slim woman," Mercury sighed, stroking the feathers on Morgan''s wings. "I''m going to enjoy ravaging her someday. For now, though," She flicked at Morgan''s face, the Murkrow grumbling around Brandy''s dick. She kept doing it until Morgan eventually pulled her head back, Brandy''s cock sliding out of her mouth with a wet, squelchy pop. Morgan couldn''t help but pant for air, drool dripping from her lips and drizzling along the top of Brandy''s psychic toy. "I almost ... had it ... " "You weren''t even close," Mercury purred, pulling Morgan''s chin up. "You need practice handling me." Morgan''s eyes gleamed with mischief, and her tongue swiped over her lips, licking at Mercury''s fingers. "You''re barely a challenge; it''s just a nice dick on a far better woman." "So catty." Mercury hummed, a hand reaching over to grab Brandy''s cock down the middle and p the wet length against Morgan''s face. "You''re quite the handful, aren''t you?" Morgan stared daggers at Mercury, her eyes narrowed to thin red slits. "You''re so good at handling this thing. Why don''t you show me how it''s done?" "Yeah, Mercury," Brandy said, shamelessly backing up her partner. "You talk a big game, but I bet you''d choke just as hard." Mercury snorted, "There''s nothing you could offer to get me to do that. I putdies on their knees. I don''t get on them." "How about I ask really nicely?" Brandy smirked, "Please, Mercury. Please suck my cock." The look of confused consideration that crossed Mercury''s face was absolutely delicious, and Brandy savored it as long as she could. She was tempted, and Brandy knew it; she just had to find a way to make it happen. "Morgan, want to see the ass?" Brady said, "Mercury and I need a talk." "I do, I do want to see an empowered Brandy butt." Morgan said, "Stand up." Brandy did, a little unsteadily. The delightful experience of her first Morgan blowjob still had her legs weak. "Oh, Arceus! It''s too perfect!" Morgan screamed, pping her wings madly. "The thickness, the roundness! The plump. The plump Mercury!" "It''s my ass," Mercury said as she stood. "I''m familiar with it." "I''m going to cry," Morgan sniffed. "It''s too beautiful." Brandy rolled her hips, Morgan gasping dramatically behind her and fanning herself madly with her wings. Breaking down into a stream of excited, half-babbled praise. "You''re still in charge, Morgan," Brandy said, "You want this ass; it''s all yours." "All mine? All mine? You can''t just gift me a wonder of the world and say go at it; this takes worship and reverence, Brandy!" Morgan''s fingers were digging into her ass and were quickly joined by her face, her tongue dragging over her ass as she worshipped both cheeks. She was really going for it, licking and nipping and moaning as shevished Brandy''s rear with attention. Pushing Brandy forward towards Mercury, who stood there with her arms folded. Their cocks touched, and as the electric feeling of that contact made them both shiver, Brandy swore she saw Mercury blush. It was faint on her white skin and quickly whipped away with a swish of her hair, but she saw it. "You''re curious," Brandy teased, taking the opportunity to rub her cock up against Mercury''s. "Didn''t you say you wanted something new?" "I can take that away, you know," Mercury muttered, chin haughtily raised so she could stare down at Brandy. Who just gave her the brattiest smile in her arsenal right back. "You won''t," Brandy said, sliding her hand between them and stroking over the top of both their dicks. "Afraid you''ll like it too much? I could use a fourth on the team." "That''s a terrible idea," Mercury said, though her hips were moving forward and pressing her cock against Brandy''s abs. She got a handful of Brandy''s hair and pulled it tight, but Brandy didn''t let it phase her. She was channeling her inner Sparky, refusing to submit unless made with full force. "I''d ruin all of you. You''re not ready yet." "Big talk from a woman who can''t even suck a dick," Brandy purred. "C''mon, Mercury, we both know you want to try." Mercury''s jaw tightened, and her hand in Brandy''s hair was in a vice grip. She was thinking about it; Brandy could see that; the desire was right there in her eyes. "I''m the one who reads minds." "So tell me I''m wrong, and I''ll get on my knees and let you both spitroast me," Brandy said. "Just look me in the eyes and tell me you don''t want to try it." Mercury didn''t even try. She stared down at Brandy''s cock and didn''t say a thing. "Thought so," Brandy said, smirking. "Get on your knees, big girl." "I''m going to make you cum so hard you pass out," Mercury growled as she let go of Brandy''s hair, "And then I''m going to fuck that mouthy Murkrow into an agreeable little songbird. She''ll cum just thinking my name when I''m done with her." "No doubt about that, Mercury," Brandy grinned, brushing her rainbow hair as it swished past her while Mercury got on her knees. "You alwayse out on top." Brandy couldn''t believe she was getting away with this. Maybe she had inherited some Super Luck after all. 251 – How to Suck Your Own D*ck (18+) 251 ¨C How to Suck Your Own D*ck (18+) Brandy was used to being the tallest person in the room. Still, Mercury had her beat even without the massive ck horn that jutted out of her colorful hair. She''d always been a looming presence for Brandy, her stature matching her confidence and power. Brandy couldn''t help but find it attractive; she wasn''t used to it, and there was something deeply alluring about being confronted with a seemingly impossibly strong partner. Morgan had been pushing all those buttons when she''d forced Brandy just to lie there and take it, and now she was trapped between a Murkrow and a Rapidash. Two women who clearly had some affection for her, but more importantly, also wanted to use her like a convenient sex toy. For an ideal Trainer, this wasn''t the correct way to think. You were meant to be in charge, to help guide their passions and navigate difficult emotional outbursts. Pok¨¦mon couldn''t help but feel intensely about things. Humans could keep a clear head even when emotions ran high. A Pok¨¦mon''s Typing ruled their hearts, and while they all expressed it differently, even if they shared the same Type, it was something they couldn''t ovee without a firm shoulder to lean on. As Trainer, you weren''t meant to give in, to let Pok¨¦mons emotions wash over and drown you. Shay might have been a rascal, but she was in charge of a band of rascals. Victoria was dependent on her Noibats, but she was the effortlessly cool heart of the entire Noibat swarm, all desperate to impress her. Wren had been nervous, but her Pok¨¦mon all believed in her deeply and would support her however they could. Having Mercury, one of the strongest Pok¨¦mon Brandy had ever met, on her knees in front of her should have made her feel like any of those Trainers. Finally, she had a presence that was somanding that she could make the mighty bend a knee. But she could see the intensity in Mercury''s light blue eyes, and it didn''t feel like submission. Even on her knees, Mercury towered over Brandy. It should have bothered Brandy. It didn''t. That was who Mercury was; to deny her that felt wrong. All Brandy wanted was for Pok¨¦mon to be their best selves. She wasn''t here to tame their emotions; she wanted them to express themselves as brightly as they could, and as they shone, she''d help them master that power. Touching Morgan''s ck feathers on the wings around her waists, feeling the love in her squeeze back, Brandy knew the Murkrow was going to be stronger for tonight. Morgan was more in touch with her feelings; maybe it''d make her a little sappier and out of control for a while, but Brandy could endure that. Adore it even, Morgan had spent so long holding herself back trying to fit into the people around her. She wanted to be loved so much she''d do anything for it. Until it broke her. No more of that. Brandy was going to be the woman Morgan needed for a change. She was starting by having a Mercury-sized butt that Morgan was gleefully rubbing her cock up against, a happy little moan in her throat at her anticipation of iming it. Morgan could savor the experience as much as she wanted, and Brandy would happily be folded for her when it came time to take a pounding. Morgan was taking her time, but she''d get there. Morgan''s distraction wasn¡¯t so terrible anyway. It freed Brandy up to focus more intently on the Rapidash before her. Mercury was prideful and domineering, and those should have been ugly character traits, but Mercury didn''t sneer at other people. She wanted someone strong enough to handle her, and she wouldn''t lessen herself to get it. It was admirable, and Brandy didn''t want to break her from her dream and make her settle. Brandy wanted to meet Mercury''s impossible standards. "You don''t have to do this," Brandy said, reaching to palm Mercury''s cheek. A loving touch, one she didn''t shy away from but didn''t press into either. She let Brandy''s palm warm her white skin as she rolled her eyes. "I won''t do anything I don''t want to." she snorted, amused at the suggestion. "I was waiting for you to stop thinking. I''m not much of a mind reader, but you were in something deep and important there." "The thought of you about to suck my dick gets me thinking about my life." Brandy smiled, "Is that weird?" "Incredibly," Morgan smiled. "You are a very strange woman, Brandy Joyce." "Shoot." Brandy sighed, kicking her feet to tap against Mercury''s firm stomach. Flexing a new muscle, she made her psychic-constructed cock twitch. "Do I at least have a nice dick?" "The best." Mercury lightly brushed it with her hand, stroking along its length. It made Brandy''s breath hitch, her body tense up, and she pressed back into Morgan''sforting grasp. The sensitivity wasn''t as strong as it had started, but that didn''t mean it wasn''t intensely pleasurable. "Potentially tournament-winning dick." "You liked seeing me whipping it out? Fucking Wren with it?" Brandy asked, stroking the soft skin of Mercury''s cheek. "I couldn''t do it as well as you could." "Don''t be so sure," Mercury said, stroking her fingers back along the pink glowing shaft like she was coaxing it towards her. Every racing touch felt like it was stroking through Brandy''s thoughts, stirring them into a pleasant fog. "As much as I love having a huge dick, sex isn''t all about physical power. Is it?" "No, it''s not." Brandy gulped. "You''re Psychic and Fairy. You know what humans like, and you want to please them. You shape things, so the experience they have is-" "Life-changing?" Mercury smiled, dipping her head towards Brandy''s cock. "Unforgettable?" She''d fucked Maple into a retrospectivea. She''d left Brandy feeling sure of herself. Only Arceus herself probably knew what she''d done to Shay. Mercury was popr, and while her strength was intimidating, she seemed to leave people better than she''d found them. A cum-stained broken mess, sure, but even after Maple''s humiliation, she''d stayed in contact with her. Sending her videos, cheering her up here and there. For all her bullish nature, her Psychic/Fairy Typing screamed of a Pok¨¦mon with a deep desire to please. In Mercury, it just came out very domineeringly; she was here to break and reshape minds. "She''s such a needy princess," Morgan said, her head on Brandy''s shoulder as she used Brandy''s ass like a hotdog bun for her cock. The bragging had summoned her, Morgan just couldn¡¯t resist it. "On her knees, fishing for praise." "It''s not fishing if it''s true," Mercury smirked. "You should listen. You''ll learn a few things." "Brandy, grab her horn." Brandy did it without even thinking. Morganmanded, and she obeyed, reaching out to grip the ck horn on Mercury''s forehead. It tingled pleasantly under her grip, fizzling withtent power waiting to be unleashed. "Good girl," Morgan purred in Brandy''s ear. The words bounced around in Brandy''s head, joining Mercury''s touch in scrambling Brandy''s thoughts. "Now tell her you want her to suck your dick." "Mercury," Brandy said unsteadily as she looked at those intense blue eyes. "I want you to suck my dick." "No," Mercury snorted, her breath washing across Brandy''s shaft and making her toes curl. "I do this how I want to." Morgan clucked her tongue angrily, her fingers sliding along the arm Brandy had gripping Mercury''s horn. "On her knees, she still can''t admit she wants it. Bend her for me, Brandy." Brandy was the instrument of Morgan''s will tonight, and if that meant using Mercury''s own horn as a dicksucking lever, then she pulled it good and firm. "That''s it," Morgan breathed as Mercury snorted in amusement and then stroked her fat tongue over the top of Brandy''s cock. The feeling hit hard, and Brandy just wasn''t used to it. Fucking Wren had been mentally challenging, but this was a whole other impossible task. Her hands tightened on Mercury''s horn to steady herself. "So fucking good," Brandy groaned as Morgan''s hands began to massage her tits. Her fingers were skilled, and her nails lightly dug into the flesh, scratching gently and setting them alight with dark-infused pleasure. Brandy gurgled out a moan that sounded absolutely ridiculous. "Mercury''s a good girl too, isn''t she?" Morgan whispered proudly in Brandy''s ear. "She might be this huge monster to you, but I know what she really is. She didn''te here by ident. She''s hungry for you, Brandy. You gave her a taste of something she''s been missing for a long time." "Mmph," Brandy eloquently gurgled. It was true, though; the way Mercury was swirling her tongue around the head of Brandy''s cock andpping up every drop wasn''t just an experienced technique. It was hunger. "She likes you, Brandy," Morgan murmured. "She''ll never admit it, but she clearly likes you a lot." Morgan was saying things. Important things, and Brandy wanted to focus on her. But it was so hard. Every wet stroke of Mercury''s tongue felt like she waspping the pleasure right through Brandy''s body. The heat of Mercury''s mouth was a burning forge of warmth and need, and the wetness of her spit was the perfect lubrication to let her slide with an aggressive pace. This wasn''t a loving, tender blowjob; Mercury was absolutely devouring her, and Brandy couldn''t hope to survive it. Brandy moaned like she was having the soul sucked right out of her body. She felt so close, her cock throbbing desperately, aching for a release that was physically impossible for Brandy to give. She could only sit there and endure this building pressure behind her eyes, a pleasure that couldn''t quite peak, and it was almost painful that she couldn''t experience that final release. "Mercury''s good, isn''t she?" Morgan said softly in Brandy''s ear. "So fucking good," Brandy whimpered, the words barely able to leave her. She''s had practice," Morgan continued, her voice still barely a murmur. She was performing now, and Brandy just knew Mercury was hanging off every word . "I''ve watched her videos; she''s used hundreds of girls'' mouths, and I bet she rode their thoughts every time. Relished in the power her cock had over them, how she''d fill their minds until all they could think about was her thick, choking dick. This is the first time she''s done it physically, but mentally? This is as simple to her as breathing." "Hrmmm," Mercury''s eyes were half-lidded, and Brandy could feel the soft tendrils of her mental touch probing Brandy''s pleasure, tasting it for herself while also making the feelings between them stronger. Those tendrils weren''t ready for Morgan''s Foul ying thundering the other way as she let Brandy, for just a moment, feel the throat-stuffing pressure of a cock in her mouth and Mercury, the painful, near-release her gift, had Brandy trapped in. "Does it hurt, Mercury?" Morgan whispered. "You want her to fill your mouth, but your Move can''t gift that. Every stroke of your tongue is just teasing her to a release you can''t give her. It''s painful, isn''t it?" Mercury just went harder, like she could push past what was possible and make it happen anyway. Simple reality wasn''t going to stop her. "Brandy, she seems determined. Should I give her it?" "Arceus, yes," Brandy gasped. She felt a hot breath wash across her shaft as Mercury huffed, her tongue pausing in its rhythm. "She deserves to please me. Morgan, please?" "Don''t worry, sweetheart, I''ll fix it," Morgan promised, looking past Brandy. "Mercury, I''m going to share some feelings between us all. Are youfortable with that?" A psychic pulse flew over them, a push to spur into action. Impatience made manifest. "Good, we''ll have no problems," Morgan smiled. She gripped Brandy''s other hand and guided it to join the one already on the horn on Mercury''s head. "Hold tight." "Morgan?" Brandy asked nervously. "Get this beautiful ass up," Morgan smiled. "I''m going to use it to cum for all of us." 252 – Emotional Release (18+) 252 ¨C Emotional Release (18+) Brandy had been saying Morgan was in charge tonight a lot. She''d expressed her love, made Brandy lie back and be her toy, rather enthusiastically ordered about Mercury, and even had her own taste of Brandy''s dick. But all of that was leading up to this moment, easing her into the role she was born to y. When Morgan grabbed Brandy''s biceps and pushed her forward, insistent and eager, the final piece locked into ce. Morgan wanted Brandy''s enhanced ass, and she was going to get it. There was no gentle ease into it. Morgan was done waiting. One moment, Brandy was sitting up. The next, she folded forward, her face pushed into Mercury''s hair and her ass up and avable. Brandy groaned as the first hard smack pped down on the side of her ass, a sharp sting that quickly melted into an intensely pleasurable throb. "Finally," Morgan sighed happily. "Good butt." Mercury wasn''t about to be ignored so quickly. With her mouth wrapped around Brandy''s cock all it took was a tongue swirl, and she had Brandy''s full attention again. She needed to learn how to do that; the way Mercury could make her eyes flutter with just the tip of her tongue was masterful. Mercury rolled a breath in her throat, a guttural growl of satisfaction that she''d stolen Brandy''s attention back. It didn¡¯tst. Morgan''s other hand smacked down on the other side of her ass, and it sent a pulse racing through Brandy''s body. Brandy could hear herself moan and whine, her breath quick and sharp as her heart hammered in her chest and her nerves sang in confused delight. The sting of Morgan''s hand against her bare skin was worse than Sparky''s electricity, sending sparks across her ass and down her legs to make her body scream with sudden sensitivity, her toes curled as she kick against the bed. Until Mercury grabbed her ankles and took control of them. Both of them had a grip on her now, both had leverage over her body and wanted it to go a certain way. Brandy was smushed between them both. So hot. "Raise this ass up, Mercury," Morgan growled, "I don''t want to awkwardly slide in; I want to thump her so hard you choke." Brandy shivered. She wanted that. She wanted Morgan to use her like a toy; she wanted to be helplessly caught between the two women, unable to escape and only able to endure. Mercury had said she couldn''t read minds well, but she couldn''t possibly miss the sheer need radiating from Brandy. She pulled herself off Brandy''s cock with a wet pop, somehow still looking unppable even as a trail of dangling spit connected her lips to the thick shaft. "You want to get that ass reamed, don''t you?" Mercury asked. Though it wasn''t really much of a question. Brandy didn''t need to answer it; it was so very obvious she did. "Those thick hips I''ve loaned are driving Morgan crazy. I give you this wonderful gift, and you want your partner to absolutely destroy it." "Mercury''s growing on me, " Morgan said, her hand suddenly on Brandy''s back, pressing down as firmly as she could. "But she isn''t going to impress me anymore by talking, kiss your way back down to that dick right now." "I''m having you after Brandy breaks," Mercuryughed, kissing the nape of Brandy''s neck and sucking the flesh between her teeth and biting softly until Brandy was forced to gasp. She kept going down, leaving a trail of red welts over Brandy''s body. Just as she began to cross Brandy''s abs, Morgan pressed her cock right up to Brandy''s ass, stretching her hole just the tiniest fraction, and Brandy let out a surprised yip at the wash of heat that filled her with. "I need to scratch you so the pain bes pleasure," Morgan said. Brandy shook her body, her new colorful, rainbow-styled Mercury hair swishing before her eyes. "I want to feel you, don''t mask it. I want my body to respond to you, not your Moves." "Okay," Morgan murmured behind her. "But if it bes too much, say something. Promise me." "Yes, Morgan." "Good girl." Morgan pushed Brandy, but it was too slow to prate. She forced Brandy forward until she almost slid off the bed, a little swirling wind thick enough to hold her back from a fall until Mercury''s strong hands took over, cupping Brandy''s chest and pressing her body back so Mercury couldplete her journey. She kissed all the way along the top of Brandy''s glowing cock, tenderly this time, and then got back to work with her mouth. Brandy was mid-moan at the return of those velvety lips when her voice cracked as Morgan finally pressed into her. Morgan''s dick wasn''t the grandiose challenge of Brandy''s and Mercury''s, but that didn''t matter. It still felt titanic as it pushed Brandy''s ass wide open, stretching her out with such a fiery intensity her vision swam. Only the soft, loving licks of Mercury''s blowjob kept her anchored enough not to begin spitting curses. Her faltering gasps for breath became a sharp, breathless cry as the head battered its way inside. "There there," Morgan crooned, stroking the side of Brandy''s ass in a slow rhythm as if calming a spooked animal. "It''ll get so much better soon." "Morgan," Brandy whispered her name, too short of breath to be any louder. The throb still hurt, her eyes clenched shut as she tried to bite it back. "I don''t mind. Hurting for you." She tried to push back, but she was pinned tight between the two women, held firmly in ce as Morgan eased her thick dick deeper. Every inch was a new struggle; the pain never dulled, but slowly, it did be a pleasure that had her moaning again. "Incredible ass, too much." Morgan trilled happily, "This is a treat for me, I couldn''t handle this every night." "You''ll have to one day," Brandy said, her head full of aching pink fog. Pleasure and pain had mingled and just overwhelmed her. It was oddly just what she needed. Sweet love was lovely, and orgasms were incredible, but this was something new and fulfilling. She could understand Mercury a little tonight; her mild submission was a taste of something different, even if she wouldn''t want this all the time. She wanted it right now. The blowjob helped a lot. New and very, very pleasurable. A sugary treat to make the ass fucking go down nicer. "I feel I could evolve right now," Morgan said with a groan creeping in, making her voice deeper than usual. It worked for Brandy; that husky rumble made her very bones tingle. "I''m a lucky bird tonight; I love you, Brandy. Not this ass, you." "I love you, too, Morgan." Brandy wasn''t sure where her sudden tears came from. They weren''t from pain or difort anymore. The cock buried deep in her felt so nice now, a thick, warm presence that filled her up and made her Steam Engine thunder along happily. They weren''t happy tears either; she knew Morgan loved her, and they''d said it plenty enough. As the warm droplets sttered into Mercury''s hair, Morgan must have noticed her trembling. She bent over Brandy''s back and hugged her as she held that cock deep within her. Mercury had been trying to swallow the whole length. While she was nowhere close, she joined the hug anyway, arms wrapped around Brandy and squeezing into Morgan''s feathers. "Hey," Morgan said gently, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are you okay?" Brandy sniffled, wiping her face clear of the tears and taking a shuddering breath. She felt like an idiot, a few words of love she already knew about, and suddenly she was a teary mess. She''d never cried during sex before, and it felt ridiculous. "Yeah," she croaked. "I don''t need sex to enjoy this," Morgan said, kissing the side of Brandy''s ear. "If you want to stop, we''ll stop." "Don''t," Brandy said, brushing her eyes with Morgan''s offered wings. The feathers wetted to a shine as she dried her eyes. "Don''t you dare, I just. I think it all just hit me." "It''s a lot," Mercury agreed, even though her mouth was stuffed with cock right now. A psychic message, given as her hand gently ran through Brandy''s hair, a soothing action Brandy found weirdly odding from the overpowering Rapidash. "Be honest with her." "I''ve always loved you, Morgan," Brandy said, "Your wit, your smarts, your focus. I adore you." "Thank you," Morgan said, hugging Brandy tighter. That little extra grind of her cock making spots flicker before Brandy''s eyes. Combined with the blowjob? So fucking good it was amazing Brandy could string two words together. "But?" "I just didn''t realize how much until you ... Arceus, I feel silly saying this." "Do it," Morgan growled. "That''s an order." "Until you said you wanted me for more than my ass." Brandy blushed. "I''ve always felt you fighting for my affection, and I love all that performance. But just then, just for a moment. You were just you. Just Morgan. No act. No mask. No performance. Just bare and honest." "And that made you cry?" "Mmm," Brandy nodded, sniffing happily. "You''re a lot to understand, and I''ve been trying really hard. But I think, for just a moment, it was all so simple. What you said was so nakedly you that I couldn''t not cry. You''re a cheat and a liar, Morgan." "Proud of it," Morgan said, tapping the back of Brandy''s neck. "Dam right. But just then? You were just brutally honest with me, and I believed you. I truly believed you when you said you love me." "Yes. Yes, I do." Morgan said proudly. "Well, fuck. Still makes me weepy how good that is." Brandy sniffed; the tears were falling freely again, and she felt stupid to be doing it. But with the bodies of two beautiful women pressed to her, both interested in her in an intense way. She could handle it. They let it linger a nice long while. Morgan hilted in Brandy''s ass but unmoving. Every slight twitch of their bodies was pleasurable, and Mercury''s work with her tongue was downright sinful. They smiled the tears out of Brandy until she had nothing left to give. Emotionally spent, but feeling so much better for it. "Hey," Morgan said when things had be so cozy it felt like her voice was reaching into Brandy''s dreams to drag her back to reality. "Want to cum down Mercury''s throat?" "This cock doesn''t do that," Brandy said, her dissapointmentpletely obvious in her tone. "Can''t." "Brandy! I am a cheat and a liar, and I can make the impossible happen. For you, I will." Brandy felt the Foul y Move take hold of her senses, and like a shell game, Morgan artfully swapped everything around with such swift, efficient strokes. Brandy lost track of what was real and what wasn''t. She felt herself orgasm, and her mind struggled to tell if it was happening from her pussy or Mercury''s gifted cock. Maybe it was both, it was so intense, and there was the wet sloppy sound of someone drinking cum, and a moan of satisfaction. Brandy couldn''t possibly be cumming, but she felt it, a heady rush of euphoric pleasure like she''d had with Wren. An orgasm that didn''t explode out into the body but instead drew everything in, dropping the world around her to one tiny white hot ball of ecstacy-inducing me right at the base of her cock and feeling it rush out into Mercury''s mouth. All a trick. Brandy was actually feeling Morgan''s orgasm, her filling up Brandy''s ass with a warmth that Brandy didn''t notice because Morgan had made Mercury experience it instead. The great Murkrow liar had fooled both Brandy into feeling a true Pok¨¦mon orgasm and Mercury into feeling she was drowning in cum. She even spluttered, wiping at her face before the illusion faded, and she snorted with amusement. "Fucking ck-feathered rascal," Mercuryughed and then gasped as Brandy squeezed her cheeks, holding her face between her fingers. "That''s my partner you''re talking about," Brandy said, still riding a euphoric high. "You''d best respect her." "Or else?" Mercury said, her tone so very challenging. "What''ll you do?" "I don''t need to borrow your dick to break you Mercury." Brandy smiled. "With Morgan at my back, you wouldn''tst the night." "And I am at her back," Morgan sighed happily, her head drooping over Brandy''s shoulder. "I''d be happy to kick your ass." She tilted her head, her hat nearly sliding right off. "But I''d be happier for a cup of tea." Mercury wiped her mouth again, then snorted with amusement when she realized again the feeling of cum was all a fake, and she was clean. "You know? Tea sounds great. You two cuddle, I''ll put the kettle on." So they did. A warm bundle of feathers, sweaty flesh, dried tears, and sticky cum. It should have been an ufortable nightmare. But Brandy felt right at home. 253 – Rival Wings 253 ¨C Rival Wings It was strange seeing Mercury be so domestic. Brandy had built her up in her head as a decidedly wild Pok¨¦mon who''d ruin a woman and leave her with nothing but lipstick marks and a few pleasant aches. But she knew her way around a kettle, and as she brought the water to a boil the Rapidash even hummed to herself happily. A little nothing tune that just bounced back and forth as she fished the Magikarp branded mugs out of a cab. Mercury was a local legend in Turrfield, and even further out, it seemed, it was hard to believe many women had ever seen this side of her. She did like to take care of her lovers and make sure they left better than she found them, but it was just hard to imagine her serving someone like this. "Something''s bothering her," Morgan whispered into Brandy''s ear. Her wings were wrapped around Brandy like a cloak, her soft, cool feathers blissfully pleasant against Brandy''s sweaty skin. "You know her best. We didn''t go too far, did we?" "She''d tell us if we did, I don''t think it''s that," Brandy replied. She turned her head to brush a kiss over Morgan''s cheek. "You were incredible. Beingmanding suits you." "Doesn''t it just," Morgan grinned, "I don''t think I could do what Calcine does, but getting what I wanted felt good. Almost as good as admitting what I wanted was you." Brandy blushed at her partner''s earnestness. Morgan''s voice was more serious now. She usually hid behind a bit of yfulness, always leaving you guessing if she was telling the truth or tricking you. There was no need to guess here; her heart was in her words. "I barely need this tea," Mercury said as she poured the hot water into three mugs with tea bags. "I could rx just drinking in the fuzzy feelings rolling off you two right now." "You''re feeling tense?" Brandy asked, ducking a little into Morgan''s feathers. She was poking a potentially sore feeling Mercury had. It felt like Mercury wanted to talk about it, but there was still the chance Brandy was treading on dangerous ground. Mercury didn''t ask them if they needed sugar and milk. It seems she already knew. Psychic privilege. She didn''t answer Brandy immediately, stirring with the clinking of the metal spoon on ceramic as her chest rose and fell with long, calming breaths. Brandy and Morgan did enjoy staring at her butt while waiting for an answer; it really was an incredible sight; if Brandy''s ass looked half that good, no wonder Morgan had almost be unintelligible with praise. "You''re still a little fresh a rtionship for me to be opening up about this, Brandy," Mercury said, her tone measured, not wanting to offend. "Much as I''m enjoying your strange way of affection, some things aren''t easy to talk about." "I can jump out if you want," Morgan said, "I get it if you don''t trust me to be quiet." "No," Mercury said as she turned, pink psychic energy keeping the spoons stirring behind her. The view from the front was just as good; her chest, pushed up by her folded arms, looked even more ridiculously huge, and her stomach had to be firm enough to bounce coins off. She might even have tried that if Morgan had been in a more yful mood. "If you''re considerate enough to offer, I can trust you. Just not easy, let me get a run up to it?" "Sure," Brandy nodded, worming her way back up from the protection of Morgan''s wings. "I hope you enjoyed all, uh, that though. You seemed to be?" Mercuryughed, making Brandy smile at just how rich Mercury''sugh was. For all of her mystery, she still did everything with purpose. When sheughed, she meant it, and you could feel her genuine amusement. It made Brandy want tough with her, even if she didn''t get why. "It was interesting," Mercury said, stroking her throat. "I''m used to being the one makingdies choke, but the idea of getting to truly feel what it''s like to take my dick? It was enlightening, and I''ve got ideas for how to enhance the experience. The ending was definitely a moment to remember, even if it was a dirty trick." "Very clean trick, actually," Morgan smiled, "But d you liked it. Good practice for when our big dicked Brandy is going to bend you over a table and show you what it feels like from the other end. Or maybe you''re more interested in a darker taste." "I think you''re going to have to earn that," Mercuryughed, swishing a hand and sending spoons and teabags sailing through the air and into the sink. With a click of her fingers, the three mugs followed behind her as she walked up to the bed. With Brandy and Morgan sitting on the mattress, Mercury absolutely towered over them, and while her dick was soft right now, it was still an incredibly intimidating sight. She put a hand on Morgan''s shoulder, and Brandy could hear the Murkrow''s soft sigh when pressed down by Morgan''s weight. Leaning over, her breast almost touched Brandy''s lips, and Brandy couldn''t resist them. She leaned forward, pasting a lick over the tantalizing curve, letting her hair press into Mercury''s body as she used her size to make them both feel small, but in a good way. She didn''t go any further, sliding down to sit beside them both, wrapping one arm around Morgan and Brandy''s cuddle puddle and giving a firm but friendly squeeze. The tea floated up, and Brandy epted her cup, the faint smell of the cinnamon soothing her. A sip confirmed that it was exactly how she liked it as if there''d been any real doubt. "You''re very considerate, Mercury," Brandy said. "I know you''re a huge badass, but you''re nice." "I enjoy knowing what people need," Mercury said, blowing across the top of her mug. "And giving it to them. I''m an indulgence for most women; they can''t handle me, but they get a moment they''ll remember forever. I like the idea that women out there go to sleep fantasizing about me." "I certainly know that feeling," Morgan sighed, leaning on Brandy''s shoulder. "It''s nice to be in people''s thoughts." "That''s what I want," Mercury said, her hand on Morgan''s hip, her thumb rubbing circles through the feathers. She had the magic touch. Brandy could feel Morgan rxing into her body, her tufty tail feathers swishing happily across the worn nkets. "How I became a Rapidash, a gradual buildup until I realized there had to be thousands of women out there who loved me, at least a little." "Thousands," Brandy said, a little awed, "Really?" "Easily. I''ve been around a long time, a very long time." Mercury said, "I thought I''d seen it all, gotten a little jaded about it all. Then I run into a cute little Trainer with a fascinating world view." "Brandy is certainly a unique Trainer," Morgan said as she nibbled on Brandy''s neck, "In the best way possible." "I''m d she''s working for you," Mercury smiled, sipping her tea. Brandy was happy to see she was enjoying it; nice-vored teas were an indulgence of Brandy''s. Most people didn''t notice the difference, but Mercury clearly shared her love. Maybe literally? Psychic was a bit of a headache to work out. "She certainly motivates me to try new things. It''s been a long time since I''d ever worried about losing. Been pushing to train up for our rematch." "We don''t have to do that," Brandy said, "If it''s bothering you." Mercury gave a bit more of a crush to the hug and rubbed her head against Brandy''s until Brandy was squealing and trying to squirm free of her,ughing as she had to settle for gentle head bumps instead. "Okay! Okay! You can bother me." Brandy yelped. "Mercy!" "Darn right," Mercury grinned, "You''re not getting out of it. I want your best." "Tonight?" "No, you got the Water Gym to do, and I''m not in the right mind. It''s-" She took a deep breath and sunk her body into Morgan''s, who gently brushed a wing over her back forfort. It was nice seeing the pair get along. "Professor Joan. I''ve never met a woman like her." No kidding. Being cornered in the shower by Joan had made Brandy''s heart beat like a drum, even after she turned out to be friendly. She seemed so effortlessly confident, like nothing in life could ever hope to challenge her. It made sense, and Professors were the best of humanity, the rare few who could be considered on par with Pok¨¦mon. Maybe even a little better. Professor Joan had dedicated her life to collecting inheritance, and she must have set her eyes on Mercury. "You could take her," Brandy said, "She''s a lot, but so are you." Mercury smiled and gave Brandy another squeeze. "Nice of you to say, but I won''t repeat Maple''s mistake. She''s out of my league. Never thought I''d meet someone like that." "Well, you were out of mine, and I like to think I got better." "You have," Morgan nodded, leaning forward so Brandy could raise her mug to give her a sip of Brandy''s tea. She pulled a face and went back to her own. "Could do with more improving though, blech." "Sweet tooth." Brandy chided. "Not my fault you don''t enjoy the finer things," Morgan huffed, "I''m a refined Murkrow, thank you." Mercury helped Brandy out by giving Morgan a press, forcing her head forward so Brandy could kiss her cheek until her huffs turned into little hungry moans. It seemed to help her, giving Brandy and Morgan both what they wanted, and Brandy reached out to squeeze Mercury''s thigh. Giving her permission to share in the moment. "Bond with me," Brandy said, "You''ll get stronger. Stronger even than Joan." "Tempting," Mercury smiled. "But I''m not going to do it for strength." "You want me to be strong, though?" Mercury nodded. "When you don''t need me, you''ll be ready." "That''s silly," Morgan said as she nuzzled Brandy''s cheek. "You''re ridiculous." It made sense to Brandy. Mercury was bothered by Professor Joan because Joan just wanted to inherit from her. When a wild Pok¨¦mon got as strong as Mercury, it must be hard to know that people love you for more than the power you could bring, even for a Psychic. "Joan''s not bothering you, is she?" Brandy asked, "I can have a word." "No, she''s smart enough not to overstep," Mercury smiled, "Won''t stop her flirting. She is hot, and I think it''d be a good time." "Ohhh," Morgan said, "You came here to practice letting someone else take charge. Test what it feels like." "I came here because Brandy is fascinating," Mercury said, running a finger down Brandy''s side and over the curve of her briefly enhanced ass. "And to see what she''d look like in my colors. You just presented an opportunity, is all." "So we didn''t make you bend your knee that easily?" Morgan rolled her eyes. "Excuses." "You were perfectly terrifying," Mercury said, kissing Brandy on the cheek and then coring Morgan to give her one, despite all the wing pping in protest. "You need to evolve already. Brandy deserves your best, and I deserve a real challenge." Making Morgan''s evolution a bet was an excellent way to get her focused on it, and maybe Brandy would have gone for it earlier. Right now though, Brandy gently pushed Mercury''s arm back to separate the two. "Morgan will get there when she wants it, not because she feels she has to." Brandy said, "And if you push it, I''ll show you Joan isn''t the only woman you should be scared of." "See?" Mercury said, waggling her eyebrows at Morgan. "She''s a keeper. Treat her as well as she treats you." "We''d treat you good too?" Morgan tipped her head. "You''d look lovely in a cor. Could sleep at the foot of our bed." "Good night, you two," Mercury said, slowly stretching her body out. Clearly enjoying their quiet stares. "Do try to get some sleep eventually; I''d hate to see you go from resident to patient here." "Hey, you gave me this ass," Brandy said, pping her own cheek with a hefty p. "Morgan will want to use it while it''s here." "I will, it''s mine." Morgan nodded, reaching out and giving it a p of her own. "Thanks for making this night a little bit better. Now fuck off so I can pound Brandy in all her holes." "Such a charmer," Mercury said as she stopped by the door, tapping the frame thoughtfully. "I think I''m going to go keep the staff awake since they''re clearly not sleeping with you two here." "Listen carefully," Morgan grinned. "You''ll hear what you''re missing out on." "For now," Mercury said, swishing on out the door. "Only for now." When Mercury left them alone, Morgan was on Brandy like a nket. Her wings pressed her into the sheets, her lips brushing over her skin, and her legs straddling Brandy''s hips. "Mine," Morgan said, pinning down Brandy''s hands. "She missed out, you''re all mine." "All yours," Brandy nodded. "Lucky you." "Lucky me." She leaned down, pressing her mouth to Brandy''s throat, and Brandy couldn''t help but moan at the touch. The borrowed cock pped against Morgan''s thigh, stiff and ready for attention, and Morgan''s thighs were willing to do the job. Soft lips, the little bit of tongue, the sharpness of her teeth, and the soft warmth of her breath. All as divine as those thighs, in Brandy''s opinion. "How about I fuck a little of that luck into you?" That sounded like a great idea. 254 – Morning Glory 254 ¨C Morning Glory The door practically shook off its hinges from the knocking. Brandy tried pulling Morgan''s wing over her face to muffle the sound, but that woke her up and only encouraged her to slowly push Brandy out of bed. "Betrayal!" Brandy yelped as she slowly slid out from the duvet. The pushing didn''t stop, aided by a little kick of wind, and Brandy flopped out onto the room''s carpet, her legs still kicking the duvet to try to throw it off the bed. "Betrayal!" "Love you," Morgan murmured, a flex of her wing catching the duvet in the air and swirling it back down onto her body. Effortlessly cool. "You''re my favorite human." "I''m your worst enemy now," Brandy grumbled, twisting to sit up. "I can work with that." Morgan pulled the duvet up, and it was just a pair of red eyes and a witch''s hat staring out. "I love a challenge." Brandy snorted, slicking her hair back. It was a real bird''s nest up there, barely even spiky anymore. Usually, her hair liked to keep its shape, but Morgan had wanted to wear Brandy out, which meant a lot of time on her back being pounded into the mattress. Well, if she was going to have a bad hair day, at least it was for a good reason. "Where are my clothes?" "You have clothes?" Morgan mumbled, snuggling down into the covers. "Lame." Morgan really wasn''t an early bird. The knocking happened again, firm and steady, loud enough to make Brandy''s sore head throb. Why the heck was her head aching and not the rest of her? Inheritance was baffling sometimes. "Coming," Brandy shouted, and the knocking stopped, leaving only the soft sound of Morgan''s sniggering. Rolling her eyes, Brandy pushed herself to her feet and stumbled a few steps before getting her legs under control. Where the fuck were her clothes? The room wasn''t big, and she was sure they hadn''t stored stuff away; they''d been busy. Morgan had thrown them somewhere, but all the sex had added a pleasant fuzz to anything that happened before the sex. Brandy sniffed her forearm. It smelled sweaty, but the knocker would just have to deal with that. They''d have no doubt smelled worse. Fiddling with the lock on the door, Brandy eventually got it open and pushed the door back. Then gave a happy little gasp at who was on the other side. "Love the look," Calcine said with a smile. She''d shrunk down since Brandy saw her, back to a level height, yet she seemed different as a Carkol. Less stiff, her hips slightly cocked as she roved her burning white eyes over Brandy''s body. Some of that titanic Coalossal confidence had stuck, and Calcine wore it well. She was also wearing Brandy''s shirt and skirt, which she''d clearly picked up moments before knocking. Oh right! Morgan had thrown all her clothes out into the corridor. That''s where they''d gone. Even with her shameless theft of Brandy''s clothes, there was only one thing stopping Brandy from rushing in for a hug with a Calcine that was a more cuddly size. The Joltik slung over her shoulder. Sparky looked dead. Her arms dangled down, and her yellow fur was still wet from a shower. Calcine had clearly tried tob it neatly, but there was no hope of undoing the messy tangles, and it looked like she''d just sprayed Sparky off after dragging her backward through a hedge. She was cradling some of Calcine''s fiery cape as aforter and was otherwisepletely butt naked. Speaking of butts, there were some clear welty handprints still up there on that Joltik butt. Brandy raised an eyebrow at Calcine. "She loved it," Calcine said, gently patting Sparky''s back. "Bit too much. She was still drooling when I put her in the shower." "That was the abs," Sparky said, her voice weak. "She scrubbed me with the abs, Brandy. The abs!" "If you''re trying to make me jealous, it won''t work." Brandy smiled, "Things got wild." "With Morgan? No! Surely not," Sparky tried tough, but it ended in a groaning sigh. "I can''t make jokes. Calcine fucked the jokes out of me." "You couldn''t make them before!" Morgan called from the bed. "Make me coffee instead!" "Unovans and their coffee." Sparky scoffed. "You''ll get tea and be Earl Grey-tful about it!" Brandy was trying to feel the love this morning, but that pun hurt. "Calcine, did you really fuck that idiot?" Morgan cackled from her duvet cocoon. "I did," Calcine smiled as she came in, her free hand straight to Brandy''s chest, just lightly cupping a breast as she pushed her back. "I got ns for thisdy, too." "Well, at least you''ve some good taste," Morgan smiled. "Brandy''s a special woman." "Yes," Calcine''s voice lowered to a rumbling purr as her fingers slid over Brandy''s breasts and down her stomach, her eyes never breaking from Brandy''s gaze. "She is." "Morgan!" Sparky whined. "Bully these two into making breakfast for us? Before they start fucking ... are you hugging a Joltik plushy?" "I got the whole team set," Morgan said proudly. Waving the toy at Sparky. "And they''re all very huggable." "Huh," Sparky said as Calcine and Brandy mercilessly eyefucked each other. "Why?" "Because I like you all. I love Brandy, and she loves you. I''m going to follow the threads and share in that. But at my own pace. My own sleepy, early morning pace." "Sounds like you and Morgan had a real time of it," Calcine said, leaning in to steal a kiss from Brandy''s lips. The gigantic Coalossal form had been fun, but having Calcine back to being the same height made kissing a lot nicer. The warmth of her lips was waking up Brandy very nicely. "A night of confessions long overdue." "And amazing sex." Sparky said happily, "Just the best." They had no idea. It had been a wonderful night, and the morning was no less enjoyable. All her partners were happy, an air of content exhaustion, and the warmth of Calcine''s love was washing through Brandy. Bliss. Sparky wed her way up Brandy''s side, snaking herself over Brandy''s shoulder so they both supported her. Her hand ran electric arcs over Brandy''s spine, just a tingle, but it made her tighten her hold on Calcine enough to turn a cuddle into a squeeze. "You made a mess of our girl, Morgan," Sparky whistled, shameless approval in her tone. "She''s sweaty and reeks of sex in the best way." "I couldn''t hold back," Morgan said proudly, "I really made a real mess of her after I got all worked up watching Mercury suck Brandy''s dick." Sparky gasped, her head flicking up as she stared with shining blue eyes at Morgan. Calcine was busy enjoying the hug as she stroked her hand firmly along Brandy''s hips. She politely nodded to show she was listening to Morgan. At least until the words sunk in. "Morgan," Calcine said, turning to stare at the smug bed-nested bird. "What the fuck are you talking about?" This was going to take a lot of tea to exin. --- Morgan and Sparky hade to an agreement. They would let Brandy and Calcine slink off to the shower together. Sparky could still barely sit down, and after some sad eyes, Morgan had eventually offered ap for the yellow Bug toy over. She was too exhausted to fight it. She''d hammered away at Brandy until her body had given out, and no matter how strong the coffee was, it took some time to recover from that. Stroking Sparky''s fur was oddlyforting. The Joltik''s kicking legs were cute to watch flick back and forth, and she seemed willing to let Morgan enjoy the morning moment of peace as long as she wanted. She didn''t need to have Psychic mind reading powers to know it was a conscious effort from Sparky to be nice to her. The Bug treated silence as something to fill up with jokes. It deserved a little reward, so Morgan broke the silence first. "You hungry?" "We could go and get some snacks from the vending machine out front," Sparky said softly. "But not really." "Mmmm, me neither." Morgan smiled, running her fingers along the soft curve of Sparky''s back. She could feel the electricity crackle through her fur, not strong enough to hurt, just a pleasant tickle. "We both ate our fillst night, didn''t we?" Sparky giggled, wriggling as shey over Morgan''s knees. Morgan could feel her heart''s quick thrumming beat against her thigh and fingertips. Sparky was enjoying being sandwiched between soft feathers and massaging fingertips. It was the first real moment Morgan had ever felt something for the Bug, a pleasure in bringing a smile to her face. Was this just an overflow of sappiness after her confession with Brandy? Was she going to be making gooey eyes at Calcer, too? Morgan knew her dark side was deep, and she''d taken the lid off itst night. She had to try not to get entirely consumed by it; she liked being more than that. "How''s your butt?" Morgan asked mainly to silence her own thoughts. Stroking a finger along the swell of Sparky''s rump, she felt the Joltik stiffen under the touch. "Not too sore, is it?" "I took a Coalossal. It''s plenty sore." "Badge of honor," Morgan grinned. "I am genuinely impressed. No joke, I can''t believe you managed it." Sparky didn''t reply right away. She was no doubt thinking about whether Morgan was serious or not. Morgan wasn''t too sure herself, to be fair. "You really love Brandy?" Sparky said, rushing to speak before Morgan objected to the question. "Because if you do, I feel like that about Calcine too. I''d do anything for her. One destroyed butt is nothing." "You enjoyed it." Morgan teased, "And yes, I really do love her. You don''t need me to exin why." "You''re right. I don''t," Sparky admitted. "They just both make me so happy. It doesn''t feel real." Morgan pped Sparky''s ass, good and firm, getting a pained squeal out of the Joltik. She opened her mouth to bite Morgan back, but the Bug found a hand at her throat, steering her gaze to look up at Morgan. "Did that feel real?" Morgan said, staring into those wide blue eyes. "I can do it again if you''re going to say stupid things." "It did," Sparky''s soft voice said. Her eyes darted away for a second, but Morgan squeezed that throat and returned Sparky to her blood-red gaze. She could feel the muscles move under her palm as Sparky swallowed before responding. "It felt real." "Good. Because Brandy and Calcine don''t lie like us. They mean what they say, don''t they?" "Yeah," Sparky murmured. "Don''t they?" Morgan pressed. She wasn''t going to put up with half-felt answers. "Yes!" Sparky repeated, her voice cracking. "They mean every word." "When they say they love you back, you can''t argue," Morgan said, stroking her fingers against Sparky''s throat. Gently lowering Sparky''s head back down into herp. "It''s what''s so infuriating about them both. We have to take what they say literally. Got it?" "Yeah," Sparky said weakly, her legs kicking gently against Morgan''s wing. "I got it." Morgan hummed softly, letting the Bug rx and getfy. The coffee tasted all the better with a little rtionship victory under her hat. "It''s not weird I find you incredibly hot right now?" Sparky said once she''d fully settled. "I like it when you''re mean. Is that messed up?" "I''m hot as fuck," Morgan grinned. "You''d be an idiot not to melt in myp." "Yeah, but also no, not that," Sparky shifted, "The way you''re being all caring, stern, and mean. I like that. Is there going to be more of that?" Morgan chuckled, sipping thest of her coffee. "Sure, Bug. Sure." "If I misbehave even more, will you get meaner?" "Absolutely not." "You''ve gone soft, Morgan. Confessed your love for Brandy, and now all you can think about is making little feathery crow babies with her." "Sparky, I swear to Arceus." "I''ll swear even harder if you give me what I crave. Or even keep quiet. I promise." Morgan sighed and pped the Bug''s butt. Sparky yelped so loudly that Morgan thought she''d hurt her. With a wiggle of the bug butt and the smuggest grin Morgan had ever seen, Sparky rubbed her hand over the welt on her skin. "I''m such a liar." Sparky cackled, "I only got louder. What you going to do about that Morgan?" "I''m going to p you until you learn how to be quiet," Morgan growled. "Don''t expect any mercy from me." Sparky proved to be a very slow learner. 255 – Kind of a Big Deal 255 ¨C Kind of a Big Deal They had to get Sparky''s butt healed. She was so shamelessly proud about it; Calcine had done all the blushing for her. The flower-covered Comfey hadn''t even seemed slightly bothered by it; she must have seen it all. The Comfey even gave Sparky a gold star sticker for doing a good job. Sparky was wearing it proudly on her forehead. So stupid. But everyone was in a fantastic mood this morning. Their trip to the Gym was slowed down by all the people wanting to stop and get a picture with Brandy and the team, admire the Unovian Murkow, or gush over how cute Sparky and Calcine looked holding hands. Wingulls drifted down to share their spoils with Morgan. A few of Brandy''s Wooloo Fanclub were so excited to see her they could barely speak, so she''d just stroked their thick white fur and told them she was lucky to have such good fans. It was brutally efficient; one hyperventted so hard they''d had to use Morgan''s wind powers to help her breathe. It was the first time Brandy felt like she''d really made an impact on a ce. After the tournament, they were all a tiny bit famous, which meant everyone wanted to share their rising star''s shine. It was fun, but it did make getting anywhere a slow process. Especially when her team found a familiar face, which they could tease so much that she was literally melting. "You squeezed Saffira in this coat yet?" Morgan said, lifting the jacket made of sand that Saffira''s Sandygast was wrapped in. It dripped onto the cobblestones, the grains rolling into her feet to rejoin her body. "I bet she''d love being wrapped up. Is that how you get her?" "I-I-I-" the Sandygast mumbled. Brandy could see her smiling at the attention, so she didn''t feel the need to step in. But she clearly wasn''t used to it, the words caught in her throat as her grey eyes glowed underneath her dirty blonde hair. "She-she''s-she is-firm. Mmm." "Firm?" Calcine said, trailing her fingers along the Sandygast''s hair. She seemed fascinated by her, as her fingers could part right through the hair like it was water. Yet she became firm if Calcine pressed. It was strange, not quite the fluid body of a Muk or Sinistea, but with effort, it parted under Calcine''s touch, except when it didn''t. Calcine''s stroking hand tried to make sense of it, and the Carkol''s warm fingers made the sand fall off even quicker. Sparky was providing the assist, pouring a water bottle onto the Sandygast''s skin. Her body drank it greedily, helping her clump together into a better solid form. Sparky''s hips wiggled as she darted around, firming Sandygast up with squirts from her water bottle, giving yful pinches to thenky woman shape hidden in that massive jacket. "I like the firm," the Sandygast smiled, "The firm is good." "Brandy, lift your top," Sparky said, "Help poor ... sorry, what was your name?" "Mumbles" "Ohhhh, that makes sense," Sparky nodded. "Cute too! Brandy give Mumbles a show!" "Yeah, Brandy," Morgan nodded, kissing the tips of Mumbles'' fingers. "Show the lovely Ghost some firm." "I think you''re all forgetting what Saffira was like," Brandy said as she rolled the bottom of her T-shirt up. Mumble''s grey eyes gleamed as Brandy exposed her tanned belly. She didn''t have the incredibly defined abs Saffira did, but they were there. They''d truly pop out eventually with a bit more work or some more Calcine inheritance. "Mmm, the firm," Mumbles said. Her hands touched Brandy''s belly, and she shivered at the cold, gritty touch. It was really weird, but as Mumbles slid her fingers over Brandy''s stomach, she felt the gentle scouring and rxed. It was like a rough scrub, shocking at first, but every touch left her skin tingling happily. It was hard not to giggle, so she did. Mumble''s smile grew a little bigger as she felt Brandy double over. "I like you." "Thanks," Brandy said, tapping her chest with a fist to stop herself from tittering. It didn''t help at all. "They all love it." "It''s not Saffira, but you''re the runner-up so far!" Mumbles said, sounding a little more confident now. Maybe skin-to-sandy-skin contact broke the ice? Brandy had never really had to deal with shy Pok¨¦mon before, but it made sense that letting them express their desires helped drag them out of their shell. If they didn''t have ns, she''d have really liked to dig into Mumbles and see what made the sand castle girl tick. "We''ve seen Saffira naked," Sparky said, leaning into the Ghost Pok¨¦mon, pushing her soft breasts into the jacket, and giving Mumble''s other hand something to y with. "You''re incredibly lucky, do you know that? I bet she could squeeze you into a diamond with those muscles." "Y-y-yeah! Sh-sh-she tried!" The poor Sandygast''s voice seized up again and turned back to her big, dopey smile, but her hands squeezed away without issue. Was it that the more control she gave her body, the less she had for thoughts? Or was she just so horny that she couldn''t think? So tantalizingly interesting. But if they let every distraction sideline them, they''d never get to the Water gym today. "We''re hitting the Gym Mumbles," Brandy said, cing her hand over Mumbles and gently peeling her off. Mumbles'' fingers grabbed at the air like a limpet trying to reattach. Hopelessly cute. "Did you have a message from Saffira for us, or was this just luck?" "Oh! Oh!" Mumbles smiled, "She did. She wants to take everyone out for a girl''s night." "All of us?" Calcine said, "That''d be a real crowd." "Y-yeah." Mumbles nodded. "I said that, and she promised me it wouldn''t be a big crowd. Lots of space to spread out." "I''d love to spread you out," Morgan purred. She was being a menace, but a fun one. Brandy let it slide. Mumbles certainly didn''t mind the attention. "I''d be h-h-happy if you did. You all just need to say yes! A b-buh-big send-off before you move on!" "Can I bring Maple?" Brandy said, "And Wren, I think she''d like to make some friends." "You can bring Wren. We already invited Maple," Mumbles said with a soft sigh, "She''s so dreamy. She came into our showers and we all got so wet." "I bet," Morgan grinned. Brandy wasn''t even sure that was innuendo. She''d seen how big Mumbles could get when she let loose; what would that even look like when she was just horny? She hadn''t heard from Maple this morning; maybe Mumbles and Saffira were the reason. They''d lost the tournament battle but if Brandy knew Saffira, that wouldn''t have slown her down much, especially with a giant sandcastle girlfriend to unleash in the bedroom. Such an interesting Pok¨¦mon. Brandy was really feeling the urge to get someone exotic for her fourth. She was pretty sure her team would love an oddball. "We''ll have surprise guests too! It''s going to be huge, just um, wear something nice? We''lle collect you all tonight. It''s all paid for." "What if I want to go naked?" Sparky said. "What if we all want to go naked?" "Mmm!" Mumbles nodded rapidly. "Mmm. Yes. That would work too." "We''re going to have a lot of fun," Morgan smirked, "Don''t you worry, my little Sandcastle. We''ll be there." Mumbles practically melted into a puddle at that, to Morgan''s delight. Calcine helped scoop her up back into shape and gave her a gentle pat on the butt to send her on her way. She walked in a zig-zag, chest panting as she sped her hands to her heart. Practically floating off the floor with happiness at getting her task done. "She is cute as fuck," Sparky said as they watched her go. "I never thought I''d meet some ghosts I liked." "Me neither," Morgan nodded, "We''ve had a good run of adorable ghosts. I really want to see how shapable that body of hers is." "Well, maybe tonight you will," Brandy smiled. "Are we ready for the Gym for real? I wanted to at least start before lunch." The sun was getting pretty high, so much for their early start. They couldn''t get distracted anymore. They just couldn''t. "Let''s make a run for it," Sparky said. "People might let us pass if we''re going fast." "You just want to run madly through the town, don''t you?" Morgan said, spreading her wings. "I''ll fly. You all catch up." She took off with a burst of air, and the three of them watched her rise above the buildings. "Want to try to beat her there?" Calcine asked. "Heck yeah, let''s go!" --- The massive water slides of Hulbury''s Gym were easy to home in, but they didn''t beat Morgan to the Gym that doubled as a water park. When they turned up, Morgan was already on the Gym''s steps, looking very smug as she signed a woman''s chest with a marker pen. "Hope you''re proud of yourself!" Brandy huffed, leaning on Calcine. "Leaving us in the dust." "Exceedingly," Morgan smirked. "You want in on these boobs?" "No more distractions!" Morgan''s victim looked old enough to be Brandy''s mom. Her long green hair swished around her as she flicked her hands into a heart for them all, as Morgan had done a swooshy underline. "We''re in on the gym." Morgan said, "But happy to meet your boobs." "Good luck,dies!" she waved, "Say hi to haj for me." Brandy''s brain fizzled out at the name. She couldn''t possibly mean... "Uh oh," Sparky peeked around Calcine''s leg at Brandy. "Maple said this would be tough, but she didn''t mention famous Shark Aces." "Is that a problem?" Morgan asked, "You can¡¯t handle water types?" Brandy''s hearing swam, and she lost the exnation. Words were bouncing around in her head, shaking all her thoughts. Shark Gym Leader. Shark Ladies. Chompers. TEEF. This was going to be the best Gym ever. 256 – Brand New Dating Pool 256 ¨C Brand New Dating Pool They''d heard the pitch a few times now, so they just nodded their way through it so they could get to the actual gym challenge. The water park theme meant the Gym was already packed to the gills with couples and families here to enjoy taking the edge off the heat. The Trainer section was just a small private part of the park, sectioned off from the public. Brandy would have thought harder about how that might affect the trial, but she couldn''t because she was thinking about Shark Ladies. Unfortunately, her team had noticed that right away. "Bunny Ladies and Shark Ladies," Sparky exined to Morgan as they entered the Gym. Unlike most Gyms, the Water Gym was entirely open-air. It''s not like rain was an issue after all. "Brandy has the mega hots for them both." "Very different types there," Morgan said, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "I wonder what''s the connection?" "You know!" Brandy whined, but it was no use. They were ignoring her to do their bit. "Bunny Ladies are famously sex-crazed," Morgan continued as Calcine swiped Brandy''s Pok¨¦-dex over a turnstile to let them into the Trainer section of the Gym. "While Shark Women love to press humans up against walls and ravage them," Morgan said, lifting Sparky over the turnstile so she could enter as a criminal. The Gym likely didn''t care, but it was nice to see Morgan and Sparky getting along better. "Sex and Violence. I just can''t help but wonder what about all that appeals to Brandy." "It''s a real mystery," Calcine nodded and gave Brandy a sly smile. "I think we''ve done a good job of expanding her horizons, but it seems you can''t ever get over your first crushes." "Cherry was the nicest girl you''ll ever meet, and we never had sex once!" Brandy huffed. "You''re all terrible." "This Gym''s trials are based on baring your heart." Sparky said, "So we must know why you love Shark Ladies so much! We can''t go in unarmed." "Well, maybe she likes the thrill of being threatened with teeth," Morgan mused. "A fear thing." "Our Brandy isn''t afraid of anything except upsetting us," Calcine said, "Though maybe there is a bit of a thrill to the danger of it all." "It''s not because they''re scary." Brandy sighed. "It''s embarrassing! Do I have to tell you?" All three descended on her, hugging her from all sides in a big squeeze. Morgan''s soft feathers, the crackling fuzz of Sparky''s fur, and Calcine¡¯s warm and firm body. A buffet of different sensations and, in that press, a feeling of safety. They used to tease her terribly, and they still did, but they were learning when it was bothering her and had to stop. That they could all do it together, without a signal, was just a sign of how well this team wasing together. Brandy hugged them all back in turn. Then she did another round to boop each one on the nose, Morgan going cross-eyed in indignation, Sparky giggling, and Cacline grabbing her wrist and sucking on the finger. Thest one made her heart hammer in her throat for a hot second. "Okay, okay," Brandy said as she dried her wet finger on Calcine''s skin. She was hot; it''d evaporate off quickly. "I''ll tell the story, but then we''re doing the trial. I mean, look at it!" Brandy waved her hands at the trial area. Every Gym had one before you met the gym leader to help weed out people who weren''t ready. This one was an absolutely giant swimming pool with big, colorful slides and diving boards. There were even bright neon lights and cute little stands with some treats. It looked absolutely crazy, like a whole funfair had crashed into the side of the Gym, and they''d just had to theme it up to be watery. A few lockers were right by the entrance, and aically huge arrow-shaped sign pointed to them. "Get dressed appropriately!" was written on it in glittery font, and a picture of a cute-looking cartoon shark wearing a life ring around her waist and waving her flippers towards the lockers. "I don''t see any Pok¨¦mon," Calcine said, "Even I''m curious about this; tell us quickly while we dress. Then we''ll smash this thing." "Very quick then," Brandy said, "I had all the Sharpy books when I was a kid. I''d read them over and over." Brandy said, "It''s about a Sharpedo who everyone finds scary but just wants to help." "Cassidy took me to one of the movies," Morgan said as she looked the locker up and down for any tricks and then gingerly opened it. Inside were a whole host of swimsuits. Wetsuits, one pieces, bikinis, and more in all different sizes. They even had a few wraps in case a Pok¨¦mon was there whose body defeated their usual system. "I didn''t actually watch much of the actual movie." Everyone knew movie theaters were for kissing, so that made sense. Brandy had been taken to the movies so many times by her old school friends, who she now knew definitely didn''t just want to be friends. Ugh. If all honesty about what was in her heart was going to be embarrassing, no wonder Maple had warned her this Gym would be brutal. "They''re really good. I just want Pok¨¦mon to be happy, and the idea of a Pok¨¦mon doing their best to help everyone they meet? That was a big deal to me. I tried to be like her; if I can be half as good as Sharpy, then I''d be proud!" "You are," Calcine said. "I think we''re all hard proof of that." "She''s even won me over," Morgan smiled as she looked through the swimsuits with Calcine, "We used the L Word." "Latex?" Sparky piped up. "I don''t think they''ll have those as swimsuits." "No-" "Leather! Kinky" "Brandy, smack her for me." Brandy did give Sparky a swat on the rear and got a high-pitched excited squeal and a little wiggle back into her hand as a reward. If she wanted to tame this bratty bug, smacking her wouldn''t do it. "You''re all unfairly cute." Sparky giggled, "What''s a bug meant to tease when you''re so sweet? Who''d have guessed Brandy had a super wholesome reason for her shark love? What about bunny girls?" "They fuck so hard." Brandy bit her bottom lip wistfully. "I''ve seen so much Bunny Luv porn, she''s just relentless." "You seen her post-evolution stuff?" Morgan said, "I hear she''s really got her fire back." "SHE EVOLVED?" Brandy gasped, "We have porn to watch after this." "The beautiful duality of Brandy." Calcine smiled as they picked the team out some matching one-piece suits and held them up. ck with a white stripe, like an Orca. "Not bikinis?" Brandy asked. "Don''t we want to be alluring for a Water Gym?" "I don''t think these swimsuits willst long," Calcine replied as she began pulling her shirt off. "At least this way, they won''te off with one bite." "Oh..." Brandy gulped. "Yeah, maybe something to chew on would be good." They''d all changed fast so they could watch her do it, and she could feel their eyes on her as she began to strip. It was strange; they''d seen her naked so many times, but something about the focus made it intensely embarrassing. But in a nice way? The burn on her cheeks was there from love, and their hungry stares made her feel both desired and a little in danger. Maybe their shark theories weren''t entirely unfounded, but she was sticking with it being pure. It was a tight fit, probably on purpose. Calcine was certainly watching with fiery eyes as Brandy tried to squeeze herself into the one-piece, but it was Sparky who made the first move. The little bug was suddenly pressed against her back, pawing at her breasts and helping stuff her into the swimsuit. This opened the door for Morgan and Calcine to help, pushing and prodding at her. All of them getting handfuls of skin and just kneading away at her body, teasing out whimpers and gasps. Shameless! But loving. "This isn''t what I expected from the famous Brandy Joyce, but I''m enjoying it," someone said in a deep, spine-tingling growl. Everyone froze with a handful of whatever they had their hands on. She sounded close. Really close. All their eyes turned slowly up to look at the Pok¨¦mon lying over the top of the lockers, bnced carefully on her rather generous and very squished-down chest. Blood-red eyes with ck sclera drew attention, but her smile gripped it firmly and demanded silence. It wasn''t just sharp-toothed; it was downright deadly, a grin filled with rows and rows of razor-sharp fangs. "Sh-sharkdy..." Brandy whimpered, and the Sharpedo flicked back her bob of blue hair, shes of white hair from the undeyer rippled like waves. "Call me Ziggy. If you do well and entertain me, you might even find out why." she licked a tooth with her long, thick tongue and then blew a kiss to Brandy. "Trust me, it''s worth the discovery." Brandy was short of breath, oh no. She was even hotter than she''d imagined. Even her partners hugging her couldn''t steady her thumping heart. "What''s the challenge?" Morgan asked, "Do we have to fight you?" "Ha! I think I''d lose that fight. No, this is a gym about baring your hearts, so it''s only fair you start by showing me you know each other well." She spread an arm out, her shifting body showing she had a blue fin on her back with two notches cut into it. Brandy wanted to squeeze it so badly. "Your challenge is to have the most fun you can together." "That''s it?" Sparky said. "These goofs are always fun." "Not just fun. The most fun." Ziggy repeated. "I''ll be your judge; if you can make me want to join in, then you pass, and I''ll show you how to get to our Gym Leader." Right. Brandy hadn''t noticed theck of a second door until Ziggy pointed it out, and it raised a good question. How did they get to the next area? There had to be a trick to it. If they could work it out themselves, maybe they wouldn''t need to impress Ziggy. But she wanted to. Brandy really wanted to. So, the most fun possible it was. What would they all find the most fun to do? Sex seemed an obvious answer, but they did that plenty. Clearly, they needed to dig deeper. Brandy looked at her three partners and smiled. The challenge was to spoil her lovers rotten. That? That she could do. 257 – The Bug Queen 257 ¨C The Bug Queen nning had to be quick, so the gang had gone into a huddle. The obvious first suggestion was sex, but they all dismissed that one rtively quickly. Last night had been wild enough that everyone still had an excited buzz and wanted to take this challenge in a cleverer way. Sex right now would be nice but also kind of a boring way to try to grab Ziggy''s attention. Boring sex. Brandy hadn''t even considered such a thing before. She truly was spoiled. Instead, they''d gone in a circle spitballing ideas. Sparky had been up for just trying to wreck the ce, bombing down slides and forcing Ziggy to step in to stop them. While that might work technically, it didn''t really fit the Gym''s theme for baring hearts. Brandy pitched skinny dipping and truth or dare. The pool was quite alluring, and Brandy was sure it''d work with the right questions, but her partners felt it was a bit too thrown together. They needed something more intimately personal. They were right, too, so Brandy graciously passed it on to Morgan. Morgan hade up with a fun idea: they would join hands and flounder in the water, using her Foul y move to share experiences and enter a meditative state. It was a great idea, but it needed to hook in Ziggy, and all of them floating there probably wouldn''t look too appealing. Calcine wasst, and with some time to think, she whispered something to Morgan, and the Murkrow began nodding rapidly. "Yes, yes, yes. That''s perfect. When you''re right, you''re right." "What is it?" Sparky asked. "No secrets! We bared our hearts!" "Do you trust me?" Calcine asked as she sat on the edge of the pool. Dipping her legs in. Morgan pped off towards the lockers and slid out the door back into the front of the Gym. "Both of you?" "Obviously," Sparky scoffed. "Brandy, can you believe this rock?" "Silly question," Brandy said. "But I can''t let you do the challenge for me." "You''ll have a big part in this." Calcine said, "Huge." "Calcine does know huge," Sparky nodded and looked over to Ziggy, who was still atop the lockers kicking her legs. "What about you? You want to try to get Calcine''s secret out of her?" "Try harder." Ziggyughed, "As bait goes, this is barely anything." "It''s not the bait. It''s a trap," Calcine smirked. "One you won''t be able to resist swimming into." "Ooh, ominous." Ziggy swished her tail behind her. She had a tail! A long blue crescent tipped with a forked end thatzily swished through the air. Teeth, an attitude, and a tail? Brandy might not be baiting her, but she was baiting Brandy really hard right now. She needed to get this sharkdy to sink her teeth into what they had to offer. "We need cozy," Calcine said, "Brandy, how do we do cozy?" "me Charge the pool water; get it nice and toasty." Brandy said, "We could use a little mist in here. Like a hot spring." Calcine already had her legs in the pool, watching mes flow down her body and rush into the water with great hisses of steam."Sorry to make you sweat, Sparky." "I love it when you make me sweat," Sparky grinned and reached up for one of Brandy''s breasts. Just getting a handful and giving it a loving squish. "And you know Brandy handles water and heattely." ¡°She¡¯s getting worked uuuup,¡± Sparky teased, ¡°Look at her smoking there.¡± Brandy could feel that hammer in her chest as her Steam Engine began to build up speed. It was an incredible inheritance, a massive helping of stamina as long as she was in the right conditions, but that wasn''t all it was. Brandy could also feel her insides begin to warm. Not like a hot sh, but more of aforting warmth. Like being wrapped in a nket fresh from the dryer. It made her want to move; she became increasingly fidgety the longer she held it in. It was a pressure that needed release, or she''d just explode. Luckily, she had a bug close to hand, and she was very squishable. Sparky cackled happily as Brandy grabbed her ass and lifted her into a big hug. "Carry her into the water," Calcine said, "It''s warm. Quickly, before Morgan gets back. Part of the n." "They''re schemers," Sparky giggled as Brandy entered the pool. Calcine shaped a few ceramic tiles into steps so she wouldn''t just drop right in, letting her walk into the water with Sparky in her arms. The water was blissfully warm, and while Sparky squirmed and grumbled at the heat Calcine had built up, she didn''t recoil from it. Hot, but not painfully so. Ziggy had dropped off the lockers and was walking along the other side of the pool, staring down at them with her fanged smile gleaming through the steam in the air. "So you''ve made a warm bath?" "A spa," Calcine said. "Today, Brandy will be the masseuse. I am your pool attendant, and Morgan will be waiting on you hand and foot." "What do I do?" Sparky said. Calcine grinned. "Enjoy yourself." Oh! Brandy had an idea of the n; she knew Calcine''s scheming well, and if it involved Sparky, the bait she was setting would need Sparky to put in some work. It wasn''t just spoiling the bug rotten; they would bare Sparky''s heart and take turns etching their names. Spoiling the bug was still a vital part of the n, so while Sparky''s fur got wet, Brandy got to her job, using her chest to knead into Sparky''s. Sparky had some pretty huge boobs; Brandy was outssed despite having over a foot of height on her, so it was very much like pushing her breasts into a pillow. The delightfully soft and plush resistance was almost as good as the little gasps and squeaks Sparky let out whenever Brandy squeezed with her arms. "Brandy will pamper you while I set up the next part of the treatment," Calcine said as she exited the pool. "I think you''ll enjoy it." "This isn''t fair," Sparky yelped, "I''m just sitting here and taking it." "Hey," Brandy nudged Sparky''s forehead. "You never sit there and take it. You pull your weight." "Oh nooooo," Sparky tried to sink into the water. "You''re doing a motivational thing! Noooooo." "You don''t need it anymore." Brandy leaned in, whispering to Sparky. "You''re amazing. And you''re going to make Ziggy jealous." Sparky''s fur crackled with a fizzle of electricity as the corners of her mouth turned into an impish smile. Then she cleared her throat andid it on thicker. "You just want to turn me into a puddle and then ride my huge dick! You''re all so cruel, using me like a rag." Ziggyughed, and Brandy wasn''t sure at what, but if it was at the idea of her Joltik being small, then she wouldn''t have that. She slipped her hand into the water and stroked her hand over Sparky''s swimsuit, stirring the leviathan within with teasing touches. She needed to rouse Sparky up, which meant borrowing a little of Calcine and Morgan and stiffening her spine. With a bite to Sparky''s bottom lip, Brandy tugged her gaze up. She let it go with a pop. "I am your Trainer. You''re going to do what I tell you." "Ghghdsf." Whatever Sparky said was lost in a mix of shivering and moaning, her eyes going wide as she stared up at Brandy''s fiery eyes. Calcine wasying out warm towels on the pool''s edge, so Brandy steered Sparky over there andid her back on them, the water cascading off the bug''s fur as she crackled with electricity. "Drink, Ma''am?" Morgan said, emerging from the steamy mist with a can in her hand and a wingful of snacks. The drink was some garish coloured can, and when she cracked it open, Brandy immediately caught a whiff of the sharp stink of energy drinks. "Only the house¡¯s finest." Electric Types and energy drinks usually didn''t mix well. They had plenty of energy already, but she could hardly argue against it if they were spoiling Sparky. Unable to speak full words, Sparky held her mouth open, and Morgan tipped it in from a stand. The stream of it sshed Brandy''s hair, catching a taste of the horribly overdone lemony taste. "The vintage to thedy''s liking?" Sparky spat some of the drink back out at Morgan and grinned, the Murkrow narrowing her eyes. "Oh dear, our guest seems to have spilled a little. Let me get that for her." Brandy watched from the water as Morgan just straight up stood on Sparky''s face with immense satisfaction in her eyes, using the sole of her foot to ''clean'' Sparky up. The steppy energy was off the charts, and Brandy could see Sparky''s cock tenting out her swimsuit. Ziggy was watching it all with her thumb bit, a thoughtful look in her eyes. She was being entertained, at least. "Is Madam done drinking?" Morgan said, dropping her polite voice an octave to give it a sinister, spine-tingling rumble. "Or does she want to lick up every drop?" The noise Sparky made waspletely muffled by the foot on her face, but it was a happy one. Morgan stepped back with a satisfied huff, leaving Sparky gasping and dazed as energy drink ran down her cheeks, over her chin, and dripped into her fur. "Oh dear, Calcine, clean that up for me?" "Of course," Calcine said, leaning in and biting on Sparky''s throat. Sparky''s legs kicked up out of the water as a loud, slutty moan echoed around the pool. Calcine took her time, slurping away and making Sparky''s swimsuit strain with the effort of keeping her contained. Brandy had front-row seats to a cock that was begging for release; her partners had done beautiful work setting the stage for her. It was her turn to take over and show this bug their love wasn''t just for show. They were willing to put in way too much effort. Avishing that would make Ziggy so jealous she couldn''t help but try to get a piece. "Now, shall we start with the massage?" Brandy said with a smile to the Shark Woman, who was going to draw blood if she bit on her thumb any harder. "Does my fair fuzzydy prefer a hand massage? Or tongue?" "I''m going to die," Sparky whined, her voice thin and reedy, "My heart is going to explode, and I will fucking die." Brandy licked her lips. "Loud and clear, tongue it is." 258 – The Dam Busters (18+) 258 ¨C The Dam Busters (18+) "You''re trying to kill meeeeeee!" Sparky''s cry echoed around the chamber, and when she finally had to take a break, Brandy was the only one tough. Calcine and Morgan were focused on their tasks. Calcine had taken over for a shoulder massage, and Brandy knew she had given killer massages. Her control of heat meant she could seep it into the muscle with every squeeze, and it was genuinely heavenly once she''d worked out what you liked. She already knew precisely what Sparky liked. Sparky had be fully floppy from the waist up, her head in Calcine''sp as the Carkol turned her bones to jelly. Morgan was breaking up a chocte bar with fizzy jelly beans and feeding it to Sparky piece by piece. She wasn''t just popping it in Sparky''s mouth but sliding it in. Her chocte-coated fingers teased Sparky''s lips and coaxed grumbling moans as the rich, sweet chocte flowed down her throat. Sparky was drowning in a flood of luxury. She didn''t know how to react, and even if she had the brain power to think about it, she was so overwhelmed she couldn''t. All she could do was whimper and twitch. Calcine and Morgan alone would have been enough to have her helpless, but Brandy was her Trainer. She had to go above and beyond, and as she kicked her legs to tread water, her wet hands gripped Sparky''s thighs to keep them parted. She teased Sparky''s swimsuit aside with her teeth. It wasn''t easy, it was very much hooked in there by Sparky''s cock, but that just meant it took an excruciatingly long time. Once Brandy finally got a glimpse of the shaft, she licked her lips and pulled back the fabric with a firm tug, letting the massive thing finally slide out and p her right on her waiting mouth. It was so hard and heavy there was an audible p to go with Sparky''s strangled gasp. Ziggy''s eyes popped in shock at the heaviness of the smack, but Brandy just cradled the cock in one hand and held it to the side of her face like it was a lover''s hand. She could see Ziggy chew her bottom lip as Brandy bent her head and pressed her tongue to the base of Sparky''s cock. With long licks, shepped her way right up to the tip, her handsing up to wrap around the shaft and pump the water-slick skin. "Evil, evil!" Sparky moaned, but her heart wasn''t in it, not even a little bit. "Evil? You''re a fortunate girl, ma''am." Morgan whispered, feeding another square of chocte past Sparky''s lips so she couldn''t argue. "Perhaps you''re confused. Calcine, lean her up for Brandy." "Of course," Calcine said, grabbing a handful of Sparky''s hair and steering her head up. Holding her there so, she was forced to look at Brandy slobbering all over her cock, no matter how much she squirmed. Brandy kept her stare locked with Sparky the whole time, watching her eyes sparkle, and her tongue hang out as she began to pant. She could feel Sparky''s cock throbbing in her mouth, pulsing against her tongue. It hadn''t taken much to get Sparky hopelessly worked up. Brandy gave Sparky''s huge cock a big kiss, her tongue sliding over the red head. When her lips left Sparky''s cock it was shiny with her spit, a thick rope of saliva dangling down as she pulled away. "Do you know how much we all love you?" "This is cruel," Sparky blushed. She actually blushed! It was so hard to get the Bug to do that, but she couldn''t handle this level of sincere fawning over her. "How am I meant to answer that!?" "Honestly," Ziggy said. Finally speaking after her long, leering silence. "I want to know the answer." "Morgan doesn''t," Sparky blushed, "She-" Morgan cut Sparky off with a hand around her jaw, squeezing it to purse Sparky''s lips. She wrenched Sparky''s head free of Calcine''s grip and turned her to look up at Morgan''s baleful red eyes. "You, my mischievous Bug, are a worthy opponent. I enjoy your antics. I like being annoyed by them and striking back. I enjoy every win I score, and while I hate the losses, the plotting afterward?" Morgan gave a dark chuckle that made even Brandy''s spine tingle. "The other two can love you; what we have is a rivalry, and that feeling burns as hot as any love, let me tell you. Today, I will spoil you. Tomorrow, I will go back to working out how to destroy you. Understand?" Sparky nodded as best as she was allowed to. Before having another square of chocte pushed into her mouth, Morgan ran her fingers along Sparky''s teeth. "Your bite is so orgasmic, too; there''s no better." "Hey now," Ziggy huffed. "Don''t be so obvious." "Oh, I''m not lying to get at you," Morgan grinned. "Her bite really is something else. Also? Fantastic ass. I want it sometime." Sparky scraped her hips along the pool tile as she looked up at Morgan with wide eyes. "Calcine fucked it better, you don''t stand a chance." "Really? I do love a challenge." Morgan grinned, tipping her hat to the Carkol. "Now, go on, Sparky. Tell us Calcine doesn''t love you deeply and hopelessly. I want to hear you lie." Sparky''s head was let go, and she fell back, her fur bristling up as a bolt of electricity surged through her, leaving her twitching and spasming as she looked up at Calcine''s glowing white eyes. "I- I can''t. Not afterst night." "Good," Calcine said, stroking Sparky''s cheek with a thumb. "I hammered that lesson home." "You did so much for me, way above and beyond." Sparky leaned her head to kiss the thumb, a tender little peck of a kiss. "I don''t know if I can be as good as you are." "You absolutely can," Calcine said, "You''re our best fighter, best lover, and second-best jokester." "Hey!" Calcine grinned. "See? You believe you''re the best at that. So why not the rest?" "It''s too much." Sparky mumbled, "But I love you. Even if you''re too much." "You''re the one who is too much," Calcine smiled, tenderly kissing Sparky. "Now, let Brandy finish you off. If she can unwrap her lips from your cock." Brandy couldn''t, not after thest two had been teasing Sparky so much. Brandy opened her mouth as everyone stared at her, waiting for her speech, and pressed her tongue against the shaft, flicking it out top over the throbbing cock. The sheer size of the thing had Brandy drooling. It was such a fun challenge to tackle. Her tongue was pressed to the bottom of Sparky''s cock as her head moved, her mouth bobbing and working its way up, sucking the tip in and then slowly spreading her lips as she popped the head in while the heat of everyone''s intent focus radiated off her skin. The Gym was meant to test their ability to bare their hearts, but Brandy was just having as much fun as possible. Ziggy tried to pretend she was only watching casually, but Brandy liked to think she was good at knowing what Pok¨¦mon wanted. The gentle swish of Ziggy''s shark tail, the way she gently ground her teeth, even the slight narrowing of her eyes as she watched. Ziggy was enjoying what she was seeing a lot. Jealousy wasn''t usually considered a sexy emotion, but it could be. If you were jealous, you wanted something that another person had. That feeling burned inside you, and it could make you feel weak or angry. It stirred people up and made them stop thinking straight, and that was so close to desire that it was basically holding hands. Like Morgan''s rivalry, jealousy could burn hot in the heart and drive people to passion. It was also really sexy to be the target of it. Ziggy envied Sparky right now, and Brandy would ensure she felt it. Brandy pulled her mouth off Sparky''s cock, the colossal thing leaving her lips with a pop and a gasp from Sparky, her fur crackling as another bolt of electricity ran through her. Morgan fluttered irritably, while Calcine just took it without flinching. The crackle over Brandy''s skin was pleasant, making the water around her feel like a warm caress, and the plush squish of her thighs felt softer than a cloud. Brandy could have sunk happily into enjoying Sparky''s body without slobbering all over her dick. So she did just that, resting her chin on Sparky''s tummy as one hand stroked that dick that was so close to orgasm. "Sparky," Brandy called, the Bug squirming at the attention. "What do you mean to me?" "Uhhh," Sparky faltered at the question, her brain rapidly trying to readjust. "I uh ... a lot? You love us all." "I do, but I meant you." "Me? I''m..." "Yes?" Brandy pressed. "A pain in the ass?" "From behind, maybe," Ziggy muttered, her feet stamping at the tile. She was clearly getting frustrated at being left out. "I''ve never sent you away. You tease me. You tell me bad jokes. You get into all kinds of trouble, and here we are. I''m ready to choke myself on your dick until I see stars, and I''ll do it happily." Sparky''s cock throbbed. Brandy could feel the pulse against her hand as the Bug-type''s breath caught in her chest. "B-but I''m not worth that!" The words tore out of her, and the lie she''d etched on her heart was finally voiced for everyone to hear. Sparky had leaned back to look up at the ceiling, unable to meet the eyes of her partners, and tears were starting to well in her eyes. "I''m just a Joltik." "Idiot," Ziggy snapped, "You''re not just any Joltik. You''re their Joltik." "Damn right. Mine," Calcine said, grabbing a breast. "Mine," Morgan nodded, her ws scraping under Sparky''s chin. "Mine," Brandy finished, her hands squeezing Sparky''s thighs until her legs kicked, and Brandy delivered a flurry of kisses up and down her cock. "And couldn''t be happier." There was a sniffle. Sparky was crying now, and Morgan was helping mop up the tears with her wing as they both hugged her. The dam had burst, and Sparky was all out of denials. "I love you all so much," she said, her voice a wobbly sob. I''m not going to let you down. I''ll give you my best and just hope so hard it''s enough." "It will be," they all said, soothing her with kisses and little touches. Melting her until they were all in a wet, weepy puddle together on the edge of the pool. "Well," Ziggy whistled softly. "Quite the show. You know what this means?" "Hahah, made you join in." Sparky cackled, voice a little snotty from the emotional outpour. Her grin was far too big for such a dumb joke. "Sucker. We passed! We passed!" "Yeah," Ziggy grinned, her mouth full of sharp, sharp teeth. "And I''m going to make you all pay for that." Oh, there was a second part to this test, which involved getting bitten by a hot sharkdy? Well. If Brandy had to, she''d just have to endure it. Sparky had poured her guts out. Now the Bug deserved the chance to show why she was too good for them all. 259 – Zig-Zag Zoom 259 ¨C Zig-Zag Zoom Ziggy''s shark-toothed grin sent a wave of nervous excitement through Brandy. It choked her like she''d thrown a nket over Brandy; her presence was so thick that Brandy could barely think, just stare. The sharkdy moved closer, her hips swaying in a way that would have been hypnotic if anyone could have brought themselves to look down. Brandy couldn''t stop staring at her face, at that confident, predatory smile that held promise that they''d all be bent over shortly and taken care of. Calcine, Morgan, and Sparky were right there with her, staring with wide eyes and a slight tremble in their limbs. It wasn''t clear if it was fear or excitement, but they were getting worked up, too. Brandy''s mind was a pleasant fog, but one thought wed through it. Calcine didn''t tremble, and she was their steady rock. This was a Move. Leer maybe, or Scary Face, and they''d all got sucked right into it. The shark had her prey right where she wanted them. "Love you all," Sparky mumbled, still high on the heartfelt treatment she''d just received. "You can get bit first, my treat." "She''ll chip her teeth on me first," Calcine said, pulling Sparky into a hug and squeezing her tight. "I''ll keep you safe." ¡°This part of the test?¡± Morgan said, her wings dropped down. ¡°Something in the air?¡± "No," Brandy tried to move her limbs, but they weren''t responding. "She''s messing with us. This is a Move. Scary Face, I think." Ziggy''s tail swished behind her, and she gave a gentle p. "Very good! When I havedies in my sight, they get weak at the knees; what can I say?" "This is the real test," Brandy said, slowing her breath. In and out, over and over. Trying to clear her mind and regain some control. Ziggy''s smile might have a grip on her limbs, but it didn''t on her throat quite yet. "You get us to open our hearts to each other and then pounce when we''re at our softest." "How''s that make you feel?" Ziggy said. She was close enough now that Brandy could feel the heat radiating off her skin. "Scared? Excited? I know I make you blush when you look at me; I''m just your type, right?" Brandy heard Calcine take a step, and Ziggy whipped her head to look back at Sparky and Calcine. A few ck feathers were still in the air all that was left of Morgan. As soon as Ziggy¡¯s face was gone, Brandy could feel some strength return to her limbs and took a shocked breath. Her heart was racing a mile a minute, and the thrill of the shark''s gaze and the fear of the teeth it apanied made her body feel light. She stepped forward, ready to grab Ziggy, but the Sharpedo turned back to her with a knowing smile. "Not so fast," Ziggy said, looping her tail around Brandy''s waist and tugging her forward. Using Brandy as a shield from Calcine and Sparky, her skin was rough to the touch but not unpleasant to feel. It was like rubbing along snake scales or dragon skin. Lots of little bumps that gave it all a very exciting texture. Brandy couldn''t help but wonder if her cock was the same. She was only human. Ziggy, on the other hand, was all Pok¨¦mon. She''d got the human in her hands and lost track of the bigger picture. Brandy could use that if she could find the perfect moment. "So, you like to y rough?" Brandy asked, running a hand along the tail wrapped around her. "If you''re going to hide behind me, the least you can do is strip me so my partners can enjoy the show." Sparky raised an eyebrow at that, but Brandy could see it was a fake out from the shine in Sparky''s eyes. She knew Brandy was up to mischief, and she was settling in. On the other hand, Calcine hung protectively over the bug, trying to break out of the Scary Face with pure willpower. It wasn''t working, but sweat steamed off her body as she tried anyway. "Your partners really adore you," Ziggy said, nipping Brandy''s neck. Not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to get a shiver out of her. "We were warned that a Joyce was in town. I can''t say I''m disappointed. Gorgeous legs, a big heart, and sweet words that can make her partner''s heart melt. Sharpedos can sense when a woman is having a bad day and need a bad bitch in their life to cheer them up." Ziggy pressed a wed finger to Brandy''s swimsuit and peeled a cut down it with a silky tearing sound. Reaching in to squeeze Brandy''s left breast. "You''ve got a Sharpedo heart in here." Brandy felt her cheeks flush at thepliment. "It''s a Carkol one, actually. But thank you, I''ve always wanted to meet a Sharpedo." Ziggy chuckled and slid her hands up Brandy''s side, cutting her out of the suit as she went. "Just meet? I can do such wonderful things to you." She bit down again, this time much harder. It hurt, and while it didn''t break her skin, Brandy was pretty sure those sharp teeth would leave a line of red marks behind. She wasn''t going to lie to herself. That made the bite all the better. "We need to chew on Brandy more," Sparky groaned. "Look at her, she''s melting in her hands." "She looks like that a lot with us," Calcine said, stroking her fingers through Sparky''s fur to shock herself from the Scary Face disabling effect. "We could do it better." "No doubt you could,dies," Ziggy grinned. "But can I at least try?" Brandy bit her lip and spread her legs as Ziggy''s fingers explored her. Her swimsuit was in tatters, draped over Ziggy''s arms. She wasn''t going to get any more distracted. "I got two conditions," Brandy gasped as Ziggy''s rough fingertips danced over her pussy lips. Fuck they felt nice. She really hoped that cock throbbing against her leg shared that trait. If she forgave Brandy for this. "Two? Name them." "One. You count my partners for me quick." Ziggy''s red eyes narrowed as she looked at Brandy in confusion. Then she sucked in a breath when she realized who was missing. ¡°Two. Sucker Punch.¡± In a flurry of ck feathers, Morgan appeared in the air and used gravity to deliver a truly thumping punch to Ziggy''s jaw. It was so powerful that it ripped her right off Brandy and sent her spinning through the air, right over the pool''s edge, and into the water with a massive ssh, her twirling tail kicking up an arc of water. Clutching what remained of her swimsuit, Brandy''s head was suddenly clear as water sshed over her. Morgan turned and pped a hand to Brandy''s bared ass that rang right through the whole pool area. "This ass is saved! Fuck that was like punching Calcine," Morgan swore, kissing the knuckle of the fist she''d clocked Ziggy with. "I do good?" "That was awesome!" Sparky bounced in Calcine''s grip. "Thunder Wave the water, Sparky!" Brandy said, pointing to the pool. "Let''s keep her down!" Calcine pushed her forward, and Sparky danced over the tiles, fur crackling with electricity. Jets of water began to rain down from up high, sshing all over the tiles as Sparky nimbly bounced around them. The sudden barrage of water from on high began to ssh toward Brandy and the others. "Who''s shooting?" Morgan yelled, holding up a wing to shade Brandy. "I can''t see past the ceiling lights!" "Calcine, Rock Tomb the pool tiles, give us cover!" With a sweep of her hand, Calcine ripped up the ceramic floor tiles and provided them with a big curved shield to hide behind. As water sshed off it, Brandy heard Sparky''s Thunder Wave go off a massive crackle of electricity, making the water around their feet tingle. Had she hit? "Fuck!" Ziggy swore, "Girls help, she''s got teeth!" Brandy peeked out from behind the shield and saw Ziggy, smoking with evaporating water vapor from the sudden electrical st, holding the edge of the pool for support as Sparky chewed away at her arm with fangs fully extended. She looked absolutely breathless, her chest heaving as Sparky brought her to repeated dry orgasms. Her poor cock was hard and throbbing at all this sensation it wasn''t getting to actually join. A few water shots rained down on her, and she yelped as Sparky nimbly dodged them all while a few sshed over her skin. "Zag and Zoom, get down here RIGHT NOW," Ziggy yelled before Sparky dunked her under the water. "Oh shit," a Pok¨¦mon said who was standing atop the entrance to one of the colorful slides. She was like a short Ziggy, her hair a deeper blue and teeth stubbie. Instead of Ziggy''s white skin, hers was deep red with a big golden cross on her chest and she came with a twin. Hanging off the rigging of the slide and aiming with her finger, she was still firing water jets at Sparky, trying to pick her off as Ziggy howled. "Big Sis is mad." "She''s the one losing!" her twin said, "I''m not getting into a melee with this bunch. They''re terrifying!" Brandy heard Calcine crack her knuckles and stand up, the tile shield swirling away as she provided Brandy the sturdy, firey backdrop. "Sparky''s got some feelings to work out. If I can''t have a Sharpedo, I''ll settle for two Carvanha." "She''s a Joyce Zag." the one that must be Zoom snorted. "You know what they''re like. We tried to warn Ziggy and-" Ziggy howled in orgasmic bliss, and Sparky sunk her Bug Bite into Ziggy''s neck. "Big Sis is having a great time," Zoom shrugged. "And they can''t make use down there. Just keep sniping!" "Morgan," Brandy said, "Hurricane." "Oh, I can''t wait to see what you do with twins," Morgan grinned and pped her wings. "Ah," Zoom bit her bottom lip as the slide rigging she was on began to creak from the indoor winds. "Well fuck." 260 – Easy Chum, Easy Go 260 ¨C Easy Chum, Easy Go Brandy found her Pok¨¦mon partners most beautiful when fully in their element. Something about how they lit up when truly enjoying something made them so breathtakingly attractive. "Ahahahah, AHAHAHAHAH!" Morgan cackled manically, her wings spread wide as her Hurricane Move built up in the room. The brim of her hat fluttered as the rigging of one of the colorful slides shook. Water whipped up from the pools and sprayed into the air, soaking absolutely everything. Zag and Zoom, the poor Carvanha, were clinging onto the side, screaming as the structure began to creak and topple. When Morgan was the center of attention, a light shone in her eyes. The blood-red irises shone so brightly that they looked like they were on fire. She absolutely loved finally getting to flex her new Move. "Ziggy!" one of the Carvanhas yelled as her grip began to slip. "Let them pass already!" Ziggy wasn''t going to save them. She was pressed up against the side of a swimming pool by Sparky, who was gnawing her over and over with Bug Bite, her tail pping the water with excitement as endless waves of pleasure pumped through her. Sparky was having the time of her life as the water from Morgan''s hurricane pattered off her fur. Her hands dug into the Sharpedo''s blue skin, fingers raking over the tough flesh as she bit her into dizzying orgasmic bliss again and again. Calcine had her arms around Brandy, holding her still so the wind didn''t carry her off. Brandy patted the back of Calcine''s arms as they watched Morgan and Sparky cut loose. "So proud of them," Brandy smiled. "Everyone''s reallye into their own." Brandynded back into Calcine''s arms, giving her cheek a side-on kiss. The warmth of Calcine''s arms and the water sshing over her were the perfect mix to get her Steam Engine heart purring, and she felt that fire in her belly growing. Calcine must also be feeling it from how tightly she was gripping Brandy. Her heartbeat was so strong Brandy could feel it pounding on her back. "Surprised you''re not diving in there," Calcine growled, squeezing Brandy''s chest until she got a moan out of the trainer. One she drank up greedily, nuzzling in against Brandy''s face to feel her pleasure as well as hear it. "Three sharkdies right for the taking, and you''re just watching." "I''m sure haj has something special for us in thest room," Brandy said. "This is all just forey. I want to go in there so worked up that I rip her final challenge in half with my teeth." A perfect excuse for Calcine to press a thumb into Brandy''s mouth. Brandy bit down lightly, and Calcine groaned at the sensation. "See? Everyone loves the bites." "I think this gym leader has bigger teeth than us, but I don''t hate it." Calcineughed. "Not like your weak little pearls can scratch my skin." Brandy wasn''t about to let that stand, chomping at Calcine''s thumb as it pinned her tongue down and steered her head so Calcine could kiss her at her leisure. Brandy''s cheeks burned in no time, her core burned hot with hunger, and her legs started twitching with need. The water soaking into her skin got so hot it began to steam lightly, and the pressure of the hurricane winds made her whole body tingle with anticipation. She should have been directing her partners, but as far as Brandy was concerned, they had it in the bag. "Cast down from the heavens!" Morgan yelled as the room became a whirlpool of water. "The fish can only look up at the birds and dream of reaching their heights!" She was really having fun with it. Brandy felt Morgan''s moves were only going to get stronger and more aggressive from here on out. She seemed to love being able to tear things up. "Who thought it was a good idea to have a Joyce, bare her heart?" Zoom gasped, reaching out for Zag with one arm as the other slowly slid off the stic of the slide. "haj owes us so big for this! Come on, big sis is out of it. We''ve got to step up to the challenge. Throw me a rope!" Zag reached out to the water-infused whirlwind and pulled her hand into a fist. A long tendril of water ripped out of the air andshed down right toward Zoom. She didn''t even try to dodge it; instead, she took it straight to the face, her stubby teeth bitting down with a bright sh of blue. The whole water tentacle sh froze in a second, Zoom ripping a chunk out of it and spitting a glob of ice into the pool below. "Wait till they''re on it," Brandy said to Calcine. "Then me Charge." "Too high," Calcine said, giving Brandy onest squeeze before breaking the hug. "Fix that?" Brandy nodded and waited till Zag and Zoom had both gotten their tails around the ice tentacle, ready to ride it down. "Morgan!" Brandy yelled. "Calcine needs to go up. Show us how strong your winds are." "Oh, you want to see a rock fly?" Morgan giggled, swirling around on her wind, briefly picked up to do a few pirouette spins before shing her wings toward Calcine. The wind rushed up from behind her, finally breaking the slide''s supports and sending the whole thing crashing down. As the cacophony of copsing stic and metal rang out behind her, an even more deafening rush of wind hit Brandy. Her feet skidded along the pool tiles. She tried to brace herself against it, but it was too strong. She was dragged backward, elerating towards the wall, until she felt Calcine''s hand mp around her wrist, holding her fast. "Guess you''reing?" Calcine grinned, so confident and cocky. "I mean a little," Brandy blushed. "You''re so cool." "Kind of a big deal." Calcine nodded as Morgan''s wind sshed against the gym walls and came rushing back. Calcine and Brandy were grabbed by it, and the slingshot was high into the air, riding the wind up with red-hot mes burning along Calcine''s cloak and all across her free arm, singeing the sides of her swimsuit. Zag and Zoom, using their tails to hook around the ice tentacle, looked at the approaching minget with twin looks of horror. "We''re screwed." Zag nodded, her expression t and calm as eptance set in. "Yep." Zoom agreed. "Two badge challenge, my wet butt." Calcine''s me charge connected with a massive crack of ice, and the whole ice tendril was sted apart, sending Morgan''s wind into a wild swirl that scattered ice cubes across the room. Calcine''s burning cape fluttered out to shield Brandy from them while Morgan teleported high up to the ceiling to escape it all. Zag and Zoom had nowhere to go but down, yowling as ice shards bounced off them before hitting the pool below with twin sshes. "Smack Down!" Brandy yelled, and Calcine''s mes spluttered as ceramic tiles whipped up to give her something to kick off. "Morgan grab meeeee." The Murkrow swooped in, snagging Brandy off Calcine''s back just as the Carkol''s feet met her improvised kickpad, and she sent herself cannonballing back down towards the pool, both hands sped together behind her head, ready to double-hand axe the entire pool. "Sparky''s in that pool," Morgan said. "Yeah," Brandy grinned. "She is. Sparky! Thunder Wave!" The electricity crackling was building up to a crescendo when Calcine hit the water hot on Zag and Zoom''s tails. There was an almighty explosion of electrified water, Brandy''s skin tingling from the sudden soak. Morgan''s feathers felt so soft when she was boosted like this it was unbearable, and Morgan couldn''t cope with Brandy''s soft skin either. She dropped Brandy with a shivering moan. The pool had beenpletely wrecked, a smoking crater of steam and crackling electricity. Brandy could see the vague outlines of Calcine and Sparky, the Carkol''s body glowing bright enough it almost hurt to look at. The freefall wind rushing past her skin gave her a thrill of fear as she dropped, humans were tough, but that didn''t mean it wasn''t going to hurt like a bitch when she hit. "Morgan c-" Brandy called, hoping for a winged save. But it wasn''t needed; webs flew up out of the steam and pped into her thighs. That alone wasn''t helpful, but Sparky kept shooting, attaching webs to her own webs to form adder all the way up to the ceiling. The sticky webs stretched like bungee chords once they finally had tension, breaking Brandy''s fall until she was left dangling upside down in what remained of the pool, steam all around and melting ice glittering on the ground that was an arm''s length out of reach of her fingertips. Sparky strode out of the steam with her arm around Ziggy''s waist, the Sharpedo taking faltering steps like her legs were made of jelly. Despite being a water type, she was sweating, her eyes zed over, and electricity crackled over her body, making her pant like she was in heat. "I''m so fucking close," Sparky grinned, electricity running through her fur so thick and fast she was almost glowing. "I can feel something big in me, Brandy. I''m so close. I just need a little more. Want to help me make some shark girls cum?" "Pleaaaase," Zag yelled from somewhere in the steam. "No more fighting. No more." There was a loud p and two loud moans. Calcineying a mini Smack Down on the Carvanha twins so they don''t ruin Sparky''s moment. "A little more," Zoom purred. "If you fuck as hard as you fight, maybe this won''t be so bad." "I''m going to make you cum so much," Sparky growled, squeezing Ziggy''s hip. It looked so odd, Sparky over a head smaller, but she had Ziggy limp against her. Completely broken. "And Brandy is going to make you beg for it." Brandy grinned. Teasing Ziggy with Sparky sounded like a lot of fun, and she was worked up enough. Fighting over, it was time for some Shark dick. She waggled her arms, swinging on the web slowly. "Um... cut me down first?" Sparky''s grin grew wider. "Nah. I''m going to watch you wriggle. Work out how to get out, or I will keep giving Ziggy Bug Bites until she cries with the need for something real." "Nooo," Ziggy whined, her body so weak that she slumped even further down, draping herself over Sparky''s shoulders. "You gotta fuck me. No more teasing. I need it." "Yeah, you do," Sparky said, running her hands over the fin along Ziggy''s back. The electric discharge made the shark gasp and twitch. "Bratty Bugs," Brandy huffed, then drew in a breath, feeling the steam engine roaring in her throat. It was no good trying to pull Sparky''s webbing off, but it did melt under enough heat. She just had to get hotter. Now that was an idea. "Sparky," Brandy grinned. Her electricity was even glowing on her teeth. She was so close to going into that pure white state of Evolution, so darn close. "You want to y a game of Brandy says." "I do?" Sparky raised an eyebrow. Then nodded with approval. "Oh, I do!" "Ah! I didn''t say Brandy says." Brandy grinned, "Punishment: Take off both your swimsuits." "Does Brandy say to do that?" "Brandy says to get both your swimsuits off." "Could have asked me to cut you down," Sparky snorted as she turned to Ziggy and worked on pulling her swimsuit off. "Don''t need to, you''re going to fuck up again." "Oh, oh! It''s going to be like that?" Sparky grinned. "You''re not catching this Bug out again, do your worst." Brandy fully intended to. Win or lose, she was going to help this Bug evolve. 261 – Interesting Shark Fact 261 ¨C Interesting Shark Fact Sparky had done a real number on Ziggy. The Sharpedo was panting heavily, her body flushed and covered in double-dotted fang marks. Little inds of white floated amongst her blue skin. Sparky had made sure she had covered her from the very tip of her tail all the way to those plump lips with the content, toothy smile. Brandy was going to have so much fun ying with those teeth. She was due a few bites of her own. Still upside down as she hung from Sparky''s webs by the ankles, Brandy took a moment to muse on it. That lovely little fantasy was interrupted by a panicked "Sorry, sorry!" as a pile of ck feathers crashed into Brandy. "Morgan, please," Brandy said, trying not tough as the Murkrow got her face all over Brandy, rubbing her cheek into hers like she could press the apology through her skin. "Your feathers tickle!" "I''m sorry!" Morgan said, her voice shaking as she nuzzled into Brandy, a wing draping around her to help keep her from swinging away like a tetherball. "I let you drop, and I wasn''t quick enough to catch, and-" Brandy wrapped her arms around the Murkrow, squeezing her close. "It''s okay," Brandy said, letting the Murkrow hide her blushing face under her chin. "You did good." "Saved our asses," Sparky agreed, patting Ziggy''s back and making the sharkdy twitch and moan with little crackles of electricity. "No jokes, you carried us Morgan. If not for you, the finned wonder here would still have us all in her gaze." Morgan was still flustered, but she couldn''t help but preen a little with the praise, her feathers ruffling and standing on end as her wings hugged Brandy tightly. Brandy''s heart was still pounding after the fight, the adrenaline coursing through her as she let the puffball of a bird hug out her anxiety. The least she could do was get Morgan back in the right mindset, and she had the perfect idea how. "You want to fuck a pair of twins for me?" Morgan looked back and saw Sparky''s big grin. From the sudden stiffening of her shoulders, it appeared she realized just how much of a mess she looked right now. She adjusted her hat and smoothed down her feathers, her tail flicking behind her as she straightened her back and pointed to Calcine, who had a Carvanha under each arm. "You and I haven''t bonded much," Morgan said. "Would you like to take one each and swap tips?" "Can you keep up?" Calcine said with a grin, curls of steam pouring out the side. "I''m going to turn mine into mush." "Mush? Ugh, let me show you how to turn her into fine whipped cream," Morgan said, darting past Sparky and diving towards the pool. She spread her wings and skimmed to Calcine the distance before dropping in with a ssh. "Your Pok¨¦mon adore you," Ziggy mumbled, working her shoulder muscles back into Sparky''s crackling hands. "For only two badges, I''m impressed. I thought I''d have to teach you how to work together and let your skills shine, but you''ve mastered that, haven''t you?" Ziggy had a bit of her boisterous confidence now that a human was in her eye line, which bothered Brandy a little. Sparky had done such a good taking apart. The bug deserved to have Ziggy eating out of her hand. Luckily, Brandy could help with that as well. She''d promised Sparky a game of Brandy Says and she would y it to the hilt. "Sparky? Brandy says, web Ziggy''s wrists up." "I''m pretty sure I''d have done that without you asking," Sparky chirped as she attached a strand of webbing to Ziggy''s wrists and then looped it around to make some makeshift cuffs. "Sparky says, take off your swimsuit." "Sparky says?" Brandy raised an eyebrow, or at least she tried to. Morgan hadn''t freed her; she was still hanging upside down by her legs. It was more of a dropping of an eyebrow. "You thought that''d work?" Sparky hummed happily as she hid her head behind Ziggy''s shoulder, just her blue eyes poking over mischievously. Brandy groaned. "Brandy says, tell me if you thought that''d work." "No," Sparky said, her grin slowly cresting over Ziggy''s shoulder like an evil sunrise. "But I''ve found my fun now. I''m going to make you forget the game." "And I''m going to help you evolve." "Nuh-uh," Sparky shook her head. "You won''t." "You don''t want to?" "You didn''t say Brandy says." Right. It was going to be like that, was it? "Brandy says," Brandy rolled her eyes as Sparky sniggered madly. "Take off Ziggy''s swimsuit. Gently, like you''re unwrapping a present." Sparky''s hands ran up and down Ziggy''s back as she worked at the swimsuit''s knots, the Sharpedo shuddering and gasping each time Sparky''s ws raked over a fang mark. "I''m going to bite you so hard," Ziggy whimpered. "Oooh, threaten me with a good time," Sparky whispered back into her ear, her handing around and sliding between Ziggy''s thighs and squeezing the bulge in her swimsuit. It made Ziggy''s eyes pop wide open, her tongue running along lips that were already shining wet. "You''re at Brandy''s mercy now. I was going to let you escape my bites and fuck me senseless, but Brandy didn''t say you could do that." "I don''t have to do what she says," Ziggy said right before an arc of electricity ran along her spine as Sparky peeled off her swimsuit. The potent shock had her mewling out breathless gasps as she scratched w lines into the pool tiles. "Sparky says, yes, you do. You absolutely do." "Isn''t that right, Ziggy? Tell me you''re going to be a good girl for Sparky?" Brandy asked, her voice a soft purr. "Yes," Ziggy''s tail sshed as it thrashed in the water. "I''ll do what she says, please. Just make me feel good." "She didn''t say Brandy says," Sparky tutted, "Punishment time for you." She pulled the swimsuit away and let Ziggy''s cock spring out into the water. Brandy couldn''t see it, her view blocked by the pool''s edge, but Sparky''s excited squeal certainly got her attention. "Is it good?" Brandy said, trying to swing to see. "Sparky, is it nice and big? What''s the shark dick situation?" "She forgot to say Brandy says," Sparky said to Ziggy, "She''s so bad at this. Let''s punish her too; I''m going to do something to you, Ziggy, and Brandy just has to imagine what it is from your reaction." Sparky plunged her hands into the water, and it was only a brief second before Ziggy moaned out a high, whining keen, her voice cracking. Whatever Sparky was doing to her, she clearly loved it. "Your hands, t-tingle," the Sharpedo gasped, her tail smacking the water like an excited puppy. "And it''s so good." "I can do better." Sparky''s arms moved as she pressed her breasts to Ziggy''s back, and the shark woman''s cry somehow got even higher, her body tensing as her back arched and pushed out a pair of heaving breasts for Brandy to ogle. Brandy was feeling a bit light-headed. All the blood was rushing to her head, and it wasn''t just from being upside down. She''d seen Sparky push herself, but she''d never seen Sparky take charge like this. Entirely at Brandy''s behest and in a game she was absolutely going to y up in. Still, if Brandy was careful enough to avoid Sparky''s tricks, she really could push the bug to absolutely fold a powerful Pok¨¦mon over a head taller than her. Her Steam Engine was thrumming away in her heart, and the webbing around her ankles was melting from the sheer heat stored up inside Brandy. Just a little more action, and she''d be free. Ziggy was being taken apart. Her body trembled as she futilely scratched at the pool tile for purchase, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth hung open, her tongue lolling out over those sharp teeth as she panted, desperate for more air. "Sparky says, open your eyes and look at her," Sparkymanded. "Look her right in those beautiful red eyes." Ziggy''s eyes snapped open and fixed on Brandy''s upside-down head. Her eyes were unfocused, lost in a heady daze. "Brandy says, tell Sparky when you''re ready toe. Then beg her to be allowed." "Please, please." Ziggy''s eyes teared up a little. "I need it so bad." "You can beg better than that," Sparky said, a steel note entering her voice. "Tell me I aced this test. Tell me how good I am. Proud Sharpedo, made to pant like a little Wooloo for a Joltik. Tell me that the big, proud Sharpedo wants to be our toy, and I''ll give you what you need." "Please, please," Ziggy pleaded, her voice cracking, "Your bond with Brandy is so strong! You''re an incredible Bug with a magical touch and you pass, you pass! Please, please, use me however you want. Just let mee!" The glow around Sparky got brighter. Her smile shone so bright that stars flickered in Brandy''s eyes from the afterglow. Sparky just needed a tiny push to Evolve, a little bit of affirmation from Brandy herself, and it''d tip her over. Using a Sharpedo as her tool, Brandy was sure she could get her there. That didn''t mean she couldn''t be a brat about it. "Sparky," Brandy grinned as the webbing finally gave, dumping her into a pile on the ground. She rolled into the fall, tumbling to end up sprawled out on the pool''s edge. "You didn''t say Sparky says." "Fuck!" Sparky pouted. "Does she get to punish me?" Brandy grabbed Ziggy''s mouth before she could answer, running a thumb over the sharp teeth. "Toys don''t get to y games. They get yed with. I''m going to say I won the game, and I''m going to take my prize." "You two are doing things to me I didn''t know were possible," Ziggy sniffed, her sharp teeth a delightful tingle as they ran over Brandy''s thumb as she talked. Not biting, but so close to it. "I''m not the one who''s meant to be baring my heart!" Brandy smirked. "Then you clearly haven''t heard what we did to the Grass and Fire gyms. We''re not your usual team." The squeals from further in the pool, Morgan and Calcine savaging Zag and Zoom, certainly helped back up Brandy''s point. The Carvanha were acting as the filling for what looked like a delicious sandwich. "This is insane," Ziggy murmured. "You''ve passed. I can lead you out. But please, let mee. This is sweet torture." "Oh right, what is Sparky doing to you anyway?" "Double handjob," Sparky grinned. Brandy nodded. That would undoubtedly leave a woman flustered. It took a moment for her brain to go over those two words again and present Brandy with a question to ask. "Double how exactly?" "She has two dicks." ... Woof. Now, that had a lot of potential. "Good toy, right?" Sparky grinned. "Come on, get in the pool. I want to y." 262 – Sparks Will Fly (18+) 262 ¨C Sparks Will Fly (18+) Ziggy whimpered. It was a gloriously defeated sound. She''d been so proud starting this trial, and bit by bit, they''d chipped all that away. Her eyes were teary, and her voice cracked and stuttered. Aplete mess, and Brandy couldn''t me her. Ziggy''s thighs were clenched together tightly, her twin cocks bobbing before her as her chest rose and fell in thunderous waves, thanks to Sparky''s crackling fingers keeping her on edge. Sparky wasn''t being particrly cruel with her teasing, but there was something delicious about watching the bug make Ziggy beg. The Sharpedo was an inch away from bawling, and all Brandy had to do was walk into the pool and ept the reward Sparky was offering her on a te. The sharkdy dicking down she''d always fantasized about. She couldn''t do it. Not without giving proper praise first. Sparky was close to her evolution. The bug had finally epted Calcine''s love, embraced her capability and talents, and epted that she was genuinely special. All that was left was to take her over the final hurdle. With a deep breath, Brandy took a step into the water. It was surprisingly warm; she''d forgotten that Calcine had heated it up for Sparky''s sauna and retained that heat. The sensation of the waterpping over her skin and warming her core sent a delightful shiver through her. Her Steam Engine heart loved it, fully gassed up and ready to go. It took restraint to not just jump on her childhood crush. There was a Sharpedo right there and desperate to fuck! It was proof of how far she''de that she could resist it, even when her heart was beating like a jackhammer in her breast. "Sparky," she said, holding her hand out to her Bug. "You''re a little pest." "I''m your little pest," Sparky said, and she shot a web out to snag Brandy''s wrist, pulling her in. Brandy crashed into Ziggy and felt the press of her twin cocks against her stomach, so thick and ready it made her head spin. Sparky had her hooked, though, and she nibbled each finger of the hand she''d stolen. Worrying them between her teeth, yful little bites barely even tickled, but with Brandy looking right at Ziggy''s teeth up close, those clean white rows of chompers gleaming before her eyes. Well, it put ideas in her head. Sparky clearly knew it too, her blue eyes glittering as she gave Brandy''s palm a long, fizzling lick and then raised her head with a smile. "I think you can finally handle a big pest." "I hope so," Brandy said, pressing her body into Ziggy so she could use her to grind against Sparky. The Sharpedo was utterly broken, not even able to be sexy. She was gurgling out somethingpletely incoherent as she panted between them. "Sparky, you are amazing. I can''t believe you''ve gotten this far so fast, and I''m proud of you." Sparky''s eyes went wide, and for a moment, Brandy saw that flustered, energetic Joltik that dropped into herp when she had rested under a tree. What incredible luck they''d met; it didn''t seem possible that it could have been anyone else. "Really?" Sparky said, not disbelieving, just airing out the words so they became more real. She believed Brandy knew that; she just wanted to hear it. "Really, really," Brandy said, her armsing around Ziggy to grab handfuls of yellow fur glowing with the white light of evolution. "Calcine''s watching, you know? She''s pretending she''s not, but I can see her doing it." "I wouldn''t miss this," Calcine said, breaking her kiss from the dazed Carvanha she''d been choking to death with her tongue. "Stop teasing her," Morgan huffed, sshing Brandy, Ziggy, and Sparky with a sweep of her wing. "You''re not allowed to edge an evolution." "Oh, really, Morgan?" Sparky said sweetly, turning to look back. "Is that in the rules?" Morgan poked her tongue at Sparky, and Sparky stuck hers right back. Brandy giggled. She couldn''t help it. They were such cute dorks, and the best part was that she was free to get involved in the dorkery in her own sappy way. "I love you," she whispered to Sparky, snapping her attention right back. "We got here together. Look at how we''re crushing it. You''re the best thing that ever happened to me." "Hrm, I think the sounds you made riding Mercury might disagree," Sparky said, raising Brandy''s arm to Ziggy''s jaw. "And you haven''t tried the Coalossal yet. Woof." Brandy could see Calcine puff up her chest at thepliment. So cute. "Be the bigger Bug and evolve already." Brandy said, "Ziggy here is going to have a heart attack if you make her wait any longer." Ziggy was drooling and shaking her head in a slow, pathetic wag, but there was no denying her actual urges. Her cocks were rock hard and throbbing between their bodies and making Brandy''s whole midriff ache with need. "Open this maw up," Sparky said, running a finger along Ziggy''s throat. "And give my Trainer the bite she''s always dreamed of." Brandy shivered, her toes curling as the Sharpedo''s mouth slowly opened. That light blue tongue rolled out past those rows of white teeth; surprisingly long and flexible, it looped around Brandy''s arm and drew her in. Sparky was watching with malicious glee as Brandy''s breath got quicker and quicker, a bright flush of heat rising through her chest and glowing in her cheeks. "Don''t break my girl," Sparky said. "I won''t," Ziggy moaned, her open mouth slurring the words. "Just... please..." "Less talking, more chewing." Brandy couldn''t resist. She pressed her forearm into Ziggy''s mouth, her skin rolling over the soft, wet flesh of the Sharpedo''s blue tongue. Feeling the pinpricks of those teeth against her skin. Humanity was tough; centuries of Pok¨¦mon inheritance had made people who could survive almost anything and walk it off with augh. Still, there was something primally dangerous about a mouth full of sharp teeth. A thrill of exciting fear at being prey, something for the Pok¨¦mon to enjoy however she wanted. Brandy didn''t want to actually be hurt; it was just so exciting being so irresistible to Pok¨¦mon that they became almost feral around her. Her legs trembled, and her heart skipped a beat as Ziggy slowly closed her jaws. Her lips kissed and her tongue stroked, and those teeth bit into her arm, a dozen little points digging into her skin. It wasn''t as explosively orgasmic as Sparky''s bug bites, but it hurt just enough to drag a squeak out of Brandy. Ziggy could have done so much more if she wanted, but she rxed her jaw and let her tongue do the work, soothing her afterward. "Mmm," Brandy hummed, feeling the slick muscle of the Sharpedo''s tongue massage her arm as she put some yful red welts all down Brandy''s arm. "Good girl, good shark girl. I''ve always wanted to say that." "Mfgh mrrgh," Ziggy nodded. Brandy had no idea what the fuck she was trying to say, but the enthusiasm was appreciated. Sparky gave Ziggy a peck of a kiss on the cheek. "That''s a good toy; give Brandy something she''s always dreamed about." with a grin, she dipped her hand into the water. "And something she never sawing." Ziggy nodded. She had a new purpose, a new mission. Brandy''s eyes went wide as the Sharpedo shifted her body under Sparky''s touch, and her cock was brought up against Brandy''s pussy. The second dick below had a curve, and with a gentle nudge from Sparky, it traced a line across Brandy''s left buttcheek, hopelessly off the mark. "Fiddly thing," Sparky shook her head, water cascading off her yellow hair. "Apologize for being so awkward." Ziggy tried, but she had her mouth full of Brandy, and she was already a little drunk. "If you want to throw her aside, I don''t mind." Brandy said, "You deserve me." Sparky narrowed her eyes. "Brandy, I try really hard to please you. I want to make you happy, you know that." Brandy nodded. She did. "I try, and I try, and sometimes I feel it''s not enough. But right now? I know I''m going to make you happy," Sparky said and grinned her beautiful, mischievous grin. "And I''m doing it not because it''ll make you proud of me. But because I want you to be happy. That''s it. Nothing more, nothing less." "You should see Calcine''s smile," Brandy said as she blinked away a few tears. "Radiating pride back there." "I know," Sparky smiled, her heart in her eyes. The bug was beaming with joy as her hand came down, guiding Ziggy''s cock right up against Brandy''s slit, and trying to guide the other to Brandy''s ass. "You know this is so fussy! I could use another pair of hands." Morgan''s dark look of pure disgust at the pun made Brandy and Calcine smile even more as Sparky''s body was overtaken with a brilliant glow of white. Her body stretched, her fur growing thicker and more luxurious as it spread all along her arms until she was wearing a puffy fur jacket. Her eyes swirled together into one bright blue ball, and then where there were four, now they were six, settling into neat rows on her head, the bottom two a little bigger and glittering like they were full of stars. Some new blue fur grew into the short fuzz of yellow on her chest, giving her a swimsuit-like stripe that swerved all the way down to her hips and then fanned back to give her a pair of blue puffy cottontails. The stretching had her rise up in height, too, Sparky had always been a gremlin, and she retained her fat butt and hefty tits, but it was now on a frame that Brandy could look right in the eye. It''d be the most significant change if not for her arms. She''d needed those extra hands to get Ziggy in, and her Galvant body provided. A new set of arms to go with the lengthened old ones, thick yellow fur around the wrists like puffy cuffs. It let her put four hands on Ziggy''s cock, and that made the poor Sharpedo almost melt right into the pool. The water fizzled as the light died down, electricity pouring off Sparky as the changes settled in. She looked absolutely gleeful, her fangs all the more wicked giving her a truly malicious smile. So hot. So ludicrously hot. Brandy couldn''t say anything; the words melted in her mouth; it was just so much to take in. "I feel massive." Sparky said, "Holy fuck, new limbs, aaaaaa." She sshed the water a little as she worked new elbows, practically vibrating with excitement in the water. click Brandy hadn''t seen where Morgan had her Pok¨¦dex from, but she was looking at the readout with amusement. "Oooh, bad luck Sparky. One inch shorter than Brandy and Calcine. You''re still a little bug." "Am I?" Sparky grinned. "You can''t see what''s grown below the waterline." "An extra dick to go with your arms?" Morgan smirked, "You do look good. I like the tails. We match now." "We do!" Sparkyughed, waggling her newly enhanced butt. "Calcine? Opinion? Brandy''s smoking from the ears right now." "More shaggy and squeezable than ever. I''m going to enjoy trying it all out," Calcine grinned. "You don''t actually have two dicks, right?" "I love that you don''t know." Sparky cackled. "Okay, you take care of the twins and give me high fivester. I have a Trainer to put through her paces." Brandy''s heart leaped as she felt Sparky move Ziggy into position. The Sharpedo let out a happy sigh at the promise of relief. "You ready for me, Brandy?" "No," Brandy breathed, her heart thundering as she felt the twin cocks rub against her. "How could I be ready for this?" Sparky was grinning ear to ear. "You always find a way to handle things anyway. Rx. New body, same bug." "Except bigger," Brandy whined. "Are you also bigger..." Brandy flicked her eyes to the waterline. "Wouldn''t you like to know," Sparky smirked. "Wear Ziggy out, and I''ll let you explore to your heart''s content." "Sparky, you little-" "Big," Calcine corrected. "I think she''s earned a big." She had. She really had. "You big pest." Brandy blushed. "Proud of you." "Love you," Sparky smiled, leaning in. Her new fangs pressed into Brandy''s neck, and Brandy was sure she felt an electrical charge tickle her along with the orgasmic bliss of a Bug bite that left her wet y in Sparky''s new hands. "Now I''m going to use this shark dildo to fuck your brains out." "Please." "That''s..." Sparky hesitated, testing the words out silently before nodding to herself. Fullymitting. "That''s a good girl." Brandy shivered at that little spark of assertiveness Sparky had let out. She was, she was a good girl. Surrounded by the best. 263 – Glitter and Gold (18+) 263 ¨C Glitter and Gold (18+) Ziggy let out a gasp and then a long-suffering sigh of contentment. Her twin cocks finally sinking into Brandy''s warm body bled all the tension out of the Sharpedo, and with all honestly? Good for her. As proud as Brandy was for Sparky and finally learning to ept she mattered, she still felt an itch when she saw a Pok¨¦mon not getting what she wanted. Ziggy had suffered letting Sparky strut her stuff and get over that mental line. The cocky Sharpedo hadn''t just been taken down a peg. She''d beenpletely folded up and put in a spare drawer. Brandy loved Shark Ladies. They were a deep fantasy of hers since she fell in love with the Sharpy books when she was young. She''d once thought her first Pok¨¦mon would be a Carvanha or a Gible. Cherry had put up with a lot of Brandy babble about Sharks, and bless her heart, she seemed to enjoy the enthusiasm, if not the stories themselves. Finally, getting to fuck one should have been a dreame true. A life-defining event. And yet ... It wasn''t bad, not at all. Ziggy''s twin dicks were a very pleasant stretch, and the thirsty Shark Lady, under Sparky''s encouragement, was working her hips like a piston. Brandy just had to hold on and bounce on them both as her pussy got pounded and her ass got thumped all at once. It was the kind of experience that should have had her moaning loud enough to shatter ss. Her thoughts should have all been turned to a pleasant floaty mush. It certainly felt good, more than enough to bring her to a very sharp, wheezing orgasm and it did just that. More than once. Ziggy''s biting of her neck, shoulders, and even a whole breast in a truly awe-inspiring disy of jaw unlocking were shocking thrills that made Brandy''s legs kick reflexively, and Ziggy finally getting some release made her grunt and moan with a rough, throaty tone that was just the perfect mix of feral lust and entirely sentient hunger. It was an amazing, intense, overwhelming experience that Brandy enjoyed every second of. And yet ... Those big blue eyes, six of them now, looking with amusement past Ziggy''s shoulder, captivated Brandy more than the sex ever could. The pride in them made her heart pound harder than Ziggy''s piston hips. It made her blood boil and fizzle in her veins, warming her up hotter than her desire to be fucked until she left a dent in the pool tile. She had the woman of her dreams in her arms, fucking her so right she could have taught a ss, and somehow, all that fell awaypared to those blue eyes watching her. The beautiful sound of that, the smug, self-satisfiedugh as Sparky brushed her crackling lips over the back of Ziggy''s lips and sucked so firmly Ziggy shivered with delight and had a climax dragged out of her. Hot shark cum tried to fill Brandy, who was already pretty darn full of it, but the warmth of it was outmatched by Brandy''s burning body. Despite the wonder of it, Ziggy didn''t have what Brandy needed. It still felt incredible, and Brandy ensured Ziggy got all the kisses, little whispers of encouragement, and fin rubs she deserved. But she couldn''t help eye fucking Sparky the entire time she was doing it, and the newly evolved Galvant was basking in the attention. "Again," Sparky purred into Ziggy''s ear. "You''re not done until my Trainer''s broken." "You''re terrible," Ziggy groaned, but her cocks weren''t gging. Not even a little. She squeezed Brandy''s tits and licked her cheek before starting to rock her hips again. "That''s my girl," Sparky rumbled, a high-pitched crackle in her voice that made Brandy shiver. They were words used like a whip, and Ziggy couldn''t resist them. The not-so-little bug was being a tease; Sparky could see how badly Brandy was aching for her and just delighting in making Brandy wait. Handfuls of Sparky''s thick fur weren''t enough; linking fingers with Sparky''s new set of hands was nice, but Brandy wanted all of her. Not just wanted, needed, and it was driving her wild. Ziggy was still trying her best to fill a space that only Sparky could, rocking her hips and grinding against Brandy with sweaty determination, trying to coax her off another orgasm. She looked exhausted but pleasantly so. Her toothy smile as she fucked Brandy was one of pure pleasure. For all of her pride, Sparky was making Ziggy''s day with this, and Brandy couldn''t help but admire how easily she''d done it. Brandy would have told her to stop teasing, but she couldn''t because the look of pride in those big blue eyes was too precious to even risk upsetting. Ziggy was enjoying her body, but Sparky had her heart. The look in her blue eyes said she knew it too, and that brought Brandy off again so easily as Ziggy''s hips pumped frantically into her. Brandy''s breath was ragged as she clung to Ziggy, her jaw hanging loose and drooling a little. Sparkyughed and cleaned the drool with a brush of fur on her wrist. "Good shark, you''ve earned this," Sparky whispered, a pair of hands grabbing Ziggy''s thrusting hips as the other pair anchored themselves on Ziggy''s breasts. Brandy couldn''t see Sparky finally taking Ziggy''s ass, but she felt it through how Ziggy reacted. The Sharpedo''s eyes went wide, and her jaw went ck. A shiver ran up the length of her spine, and she moaned in a way that sounded a lot like she was about to lose her mind. It left her chest entirely open for attack, and Brandy got a nice handful while she enjoyed the sight of the tall, muscled sharkdy going weak in the knees and shaking like a leaf on a windy day from just a single thrust from Sparky. With a grin, Sparky sunk her new, longer fangs into Ziggy''s neck, and it just made the poor Shark woman explode. A ragged mess of a growl tore out of her, so loud it was almost a scream. Her eyes crossed, and she slumped back in Sparky''s grip, the Galvant easily able to support her as Ziggy rode out an orgasm that was frying her mind. She looked so overwhelmed Brandy tried to give Ziggy aforting kiss and was rewarded with a sloppy tongue bath over her face from the Sharpedo''s generously long tongue. "More?" Sparky asked, her fangs still sunk into Ziggy''s neck. Ziggy nodded weakly, a soft whimper escaping her throat as shepped at Brandy. "Don''t stop, Sparky," Brandy smiled, her hand sliding down Ziggy''s stomach and along the line of her hips until her fingers could reach round behind to find the base of Sparky''s cock. It was slick and slippery from the water, but Brandy ensured she had a firm grip. The heft of it was familiar; for all of Sparky''s teasing, it seemed her cock hadn''t changed much. Her body finally caught up to the cudgel she''d been swinging around. Maybe a little bigger; Brandy''s hand felt a stretch it didn''t usually. Sparky would be smug about that. That''s fine. Sparky had a lot to be smug about. She''d done so well today. Brandy just gave a gentle stroke, and the look of approval Sparky gave Brandy for that little touch made her heart leap into her throat. Even without directly fucking, the moment of connection was so intense. Brandy''s insides felt like jelly. Sparky pulled out of Ziggy''s ass so Brandy could stroke nearly the whole length, and the poor shark''s eyes went wider than they should have been able to, vast red dots swimming on a pool of pure ck. Hands tightening on Ziggy¡¯s body to hold her tight, Sparky hammered back down, mashing Brandy''s hand into wonderfully firm Sharpedo ass and filling Brandy''s arms with a shuddering sharkdy. Ziggy could not handle Sparky and her dick. She was more Magikarp than Sharpedo, gasping cutely in pure shock at the pleasure flowing through her. Her ws dug into Brandy''s skin as she held on, her whole body trembling as sensations she couldn''t handle flowed through her. "Shh," Sparky soothed, her fur brushing Brandy''s cheek as she patted Ziggy''s shoulder. "Stop fighting for your dignity and just enjoy this, I''m going to destroy this wonderfully firm ass, and you''re going to love it." "Oh, Arceus," Ziggy whined, the sound trailing into a groan as her whole body seemed to dete. All the tension flowed out of her as she surrendered herself. "We were ready for Joyce; we didn''t think about her Pok¨¦mon." With a ssh, a Carvanha was pressed up to Sparky''s side, and she shot an arm out to catch her. Sparky barely had time to steady herself before she was pressed between a second little sharkdy. If Ziggy was exhausted, Zag and Zoom were just spent. Brandy hadn''t paid much attention to what Morgan and Calcine had been doing, but the results spoke for themselves. The two Carvahna were a mess of hickys, their heads lolling to rest on Sparky''s fur as they looked about to pass out. "Look! A Bug sandwich." Morgan said, "That''s your favorite filling, isn''t it, Calcine?" Calcine brushed the joke off with just a smile and got a nice handful of Sparky''s new butt. Leaning in to nt a warm kiss on Sparky''s cheek. "Proud of you." Sparky blushed. A lovely little pink flush to her yellow skin as Morgan cored her with an eye roll and pushed her in for a kiss with Calcine. Sparky tried to keep her confident act going and not show how happy Calcine''s praise made her, but her whole body betrayed her. Her eyes rolled up and fluttered shut, her lips melting against Calcine''s as the two shared a deep, passionate kiss. "I''m proud of her too, but don''t tell her that," Morgan whispered. Sparky could probably hear if she could even think straight through that kiss. "She''ll be insufferable about it." It shouldn''t have been possible to share a sweet moment while stuffed full of Shark dick, but Brandy wanted in, so she reached out and stroked Morgan''s cheek. "I think you two would get along great if you tried. You''ve both made me so proud," Brandy smiled. She was rewarded for her honest words with a blush and a soft kiss on the knuckles by Morgan. A blushing Morgan was rare. She was clearly still emotionally a little raw from her deration of love. "Those two are going to be sucking face until one passes out," Morgan said, hiding her smile with a wing. "How''s Ziggy?" "Incredible, she''s such a good lover." Ziggy''s happy smile made Brandy feel less guilty about all they''d put her through. Maybe Ziggy would learn something about herself from all this? Put aside her pride to enjoy things more. The whole task had made Brandy a little suspicious that the Gym Leader, haj, knew Joyces better than her Pok¨¦mon let on. Still, looking at Sparky enthusiastically smooching Calcine, a tangle of limbs as Calcine explored Sparky''s new body as Sparky got some use out of her new arms. You couldn''t argue with the results. 264 – An Actual Nightmare 264 ¨C An Actual Nightmare "Okay, Calcine up high and Morgan down low." By the side of the pool, Sparky iled about with her new arms, trying to double high-five both her teammates. She was getting Calcine every time, but Morgan was swooping her arms out of the way with little teasing cries of ''Ooooh, so close'' and the like. Eventually, Sparky gave a crackling huff and put all four hands on her hip to re at the bird. "This should be easy, especially with Agility! Morgan! Stop moving about so much." "You''re just too slow," Morgan grinned. "You want some ps. You got to put in the sweat." Brandy shook her head and rxed into the pile of sharkdies she''d umted. The group had piled them up for her and let her rest back on them like a throne, all happily snoring as she took a few pictures of her incredible team with her Pok¨¦dex. Soaked with water and high off a win, they looked like a bunch of real heartbreakers. haj wouldn''t know what hit her. Though while she had the Pok¨¦dex out, she might as well test her new settings. She''d not really taken her new setup for a spin yet, and Sparky was the perfect first victim.
"Sparky" the Galvant
Height: 6¡¯ 1¡±
Type: Bug/Electric
Mood: Peppy
Favorite Food: Thighs
Moves Discovered: Agility (Psychic) Bug Bite (Bug) Bug Buzz (Bug) Electroball (Electric) Electroweb (Electric)
Web, web, web. You didn''t see a Galvant puning! These spiderdies are pretty fly and will spin up some yarns that''ll have you itching for more! Don''t let them bug you too much, or you might be in a sticky situation.
Brandy notes! Weak to: Fire, Rock, Basically Calcine Resist: Fighting, Steel, Grass, Electric, The Urge to Behave
Shaking her head at the awful puns, Brandy was happy that Sparky''s Moves hadn''t changed too much. Thunder Wave had be the more targetable and stronger Electroball, which was great. Brandy would get to teach Sparky some volleyball moves to let her spike that thing into battle. A four-armed overhead smash could drop it on someone like a meteor. She was going to be a terror if they ignored her. Infestation getting reced with Bug Buzz was a mixed bag. It was an excellent move, but Scoria frequently picked it up when Fenny wasn''t around. The screams it''d caused from family friends had haunted Brandy''s sleep almost as badly as Struggle Bug when Fenny was there. She didn''t really know how much use it''d be in a battle, but if she could get over the trauma of her sleepless nights, she knew it would be a really effective move once Sparky had them all tied up. Combined with Bug Bite, anyone at her mercy would quickly be a sopping mess. Brandy bit her bottom lip and clutched her Pok¨¦dex to her chest. Maybe she should try for the honors of going first. The after-party with Maple, Saffira, Branwen, and a mysterious fourth would be wild. Still, a vibrating bug could surely only make it even better. She could pass Sparky around if she started to get tired and really get her to put those new limbs to good use. The p of eight hands colliding snapped Brandy out of her daydream. "Yes! Finally!" Sparky cheered. "I am the high-five queen!" "Nice work," Calcine said with a smile. "I can''t wait to see what else you can do with four hands." "Haaaaa-" Sparky wheezed, Morgan sarcastically patting her back. "Yeah, can''t wait for that." "Much as I want to hear if Coalossal cock needs four hands," Morgan said and looked meaningfully over the pool to Brandy. "We do have an issue." "We do?" Brandy said, "I''m not feeling worried." "Fun as it was to roll over Ziggy and her sisters like a Rhyhorn who''d just drunk a full bottle of sherry, Ziggy was meant to show us how to leave this room and, well-" Morgan gestured to the snoring Sharpedo Brandy was using as a sofa. Her tail swished around slowly as she dreamed the dreams of the thoroughly exhausted. "Oh," Brandy said, "Oops?" "We can wait until she wakes up," Sparky said. "She''s earned the rest, and it gives you all time to admire how cool I am." "Ah," Morgan said, turning her head back to Sparky with a smile. "You want us topliment you, do you?" "Wait, no-" "Calcine, you go first," Morgan said, cutting off Sparky''s protests by speaking faster and more confidently. "You spend some time telling her how much you really love her. Then Brandy can exin how proud she is of her not-so-little bug, and I''ll wrap it up by singing a whole bad of the bug who bit the Shark." "Oh," Calcine said, a sly look crossing her face as she leaned over and wrapped a big arm around Sparky. ¡°I always knew you''d be something great. Your enthusiasm is relentless, and you pour it into making sure we smile." "Oh no, no, no." Sparky groaned and mmed her hands together. Yellow lightning crackled between her fingers, forming a fizzling yellow ball that roared angrily under pressure. "Brandy, catch!" Sparky pitched the ball at Brandy, and Brandy did the only sensible thing in reaction. She dived into the pool to get out of the ssh zone. The roaring explosion when the Electroballnded caused a lot of gnashing and iling from the Shark Women, who were suddenly broken from their sleep by skin so sensitive that even breathing was shockingly intense. "It''s down the blue slide," Ziggy groaned. "Just go! We can''t handle you! It''s too much, it''s too much!" "Sure, you don''t want us to kiss it better before we go?" Morgan said, "Brandy''s got soft lips." "... okay," Ziggy said in a small voice, scooping up Zag and Zoom in her arms. "But be gentle." They absolutely smothered them in kisses. It was so much fun hearing their tails p back and forth against the wet pool tile the more furious and hungry the kisses got. Shark Ladies weren''t what Brandy had expected, but she adored what she''d got to sink her teeth into anyway. --- The blue slide was high up, and they''d opted for thezy option of Morgan ferrying them all up instead of climbing the massivedder. Brandy wasst up, and being carried in those strong, warm wings was nice. Brandy couldn''t stop herself from rubbing her cheek against the bird and smiling with delight as Morgan went on tiptoes and dropped a kiss on her forehead. "Ready?" Morgan asked. "For anything." Then she pushed Brandy, the evil witch, through the slide entrance backward. It was a fast slide too! Brandy tumbled around it, sliding off walls with manicughter as she tried to right herself. She got a mouthful of the crystal clear water halfway down and ended up sliding out of the end a spluttering mess at Calcine and Sparky''s feet. "Uh, is she alright?" Sparky asked. "Fine!" Brandy gasped, wiping the water from her face and smiling brightly at her two teammates. "I''ll get Morgan back for it. That''s twice she''s dropped me now." "That''s our butter-feathers," Calcine nodded and held out her hand for a high five from Sparky for the pun. It was given with an enthusiastic p. "Heads up, this ce is a little weird." Brandy took a breath and looked up into inky ckness. The room they''dnded in was pitch ck, all apart from a single flickeringntern suspended on a stick off the front of their tform. The ce was so big she couldn''t see the walls or ceiling; it was so dark, and all there was out there were gently rolling ck waves. They were on a tted wooden raft, tied off to the blue slide by a thin rope. The raft rocked gently when Morgan emerged in a flurry of wet feathers from the slide and was only stopped from going over the edge by Calcine''s well-ced foot. "Great catch from the muscle. So what did I miss?" Morgan asked. "Punishment," Brandy replied and began tickling her, making her squawk and curl up into a defensive ball the more furiously Brandy went at her. "But this is a little creepy. Do we have to find haj? Is that the challenge?" As if by answer, a voice sang out from the darkness. A beautifully held high-toned note that was like honey on the ears. It came from all around them, giving them no obvious direction to follow it. "We got to find her!" Morgan said in a rushed breath, probably to stop Brandy from tickling her. "Undo the rope, cast off, and work out how." "That seems a bit easy," Calcine said as she grabbed the mooring rope and broke it in two with a sharp pull. The raft didn''t move much, even when freed, drifting just a tiny bit away from the slide entrance. They were going to have to row. Singing out from the darkness, the mysterious voice settled into a more sing-song tone, like she was telling a fairytale. "Once upon a time, a young woman named Ginny lived in the idyllic coastal vige of Briny Bay." Brandy''s blood ran cold. "Ginny was known for her love of the ocean, spending every waking moment by the shore, collecting seashells and singing songs to the waves. Little did she know, her life would take a fin-tastic turn." "Love a pun," Sparky said, "But what the heck is this?" "One moonlit night, as Ginny sat on the beach, the waves whispered a secret. She followed their call and dove into the cool, sparkling water. As she swam deeper, she felt an otherworldly presence. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the depths¡ªa beautiful shark woman with shimmering scales and eyes that glowed like the moon on the sea. Her name was Sharkina." "Okay, Sparky, make us a sail? I can use some wind to push us." Morgan said, "I don''t know what this challenge is, but it sounds like bad fanfiction." Brandy gulped and nodded. "Haha, yeah. Really awful." "''Ginny,'' Sharkina spoke, her voice like a gentle current, ''I have watched you from afar, admiring your courage and kindness. I am Sharkina, the legend of these waters. And I must confess, my heart beats for you.''" Calcine stared at Brandy as Sparky and Morgan set up their makeshift sail. Brandy could tell from the glow in her eyes she''d already worked it out. She knew, she knew! "You okay, Ginny?" Calcine said. "Brandy." Brandy corrected. "Haha." "My mistake," Calcine smirked. "The story confused me. Do you think it means anything?" "Ginny, taken aback but captivated, replied, ''Sharkina, I''ve always felt a connection to the sea, and now I understand why. Your beauty and strength are unmatched. I... I think I''ve fallen for you too.''" Brandy cringed so hard she felt like she could have turned inside out. How the FUCK had haj found her old fanfiction? And why was she READING IT OUT LOUD!?! "From that moment on, Ginny and Sharkina spent every night together, exploring the ocean''s wonders. They danced with Staryu, yed hide-and-seek with schools of Wishiwashi, and even had moonlit pics on coral reefs." This couldn''t get worse. This was hell. Brandy was in hell. "One perfect night, they fell into each other''s arms, and Sharkina grinned a big, toothy grin. ''You''re the greatest Ginny,'' Sharkina said. ''The best a Shark Lady could ask for. So I''ve something to show you. Something a woman like you will love.''" OH NO. IT GOT WORSE. THIS ONE HAD A SEX SCENE. 265 – Getting to the Good Stuff (18+ but don’t get too excited) 265 ¨C Getting to the Good Stuff (18+ but don¡¯t get too excited) "Under the moon''s soft glow, Ginny stood at the sea''s edge, her toes curling in the cool sand. Her heart raced with anticipation as she scanned the horizon, waiting for the one who made her heart swim joyfully. The ocean glittered like a vast, liquid diamond, reflecting the stars that twinkled above. Suddenly, the water''s surface rippled, and Sharkina emerged, her sleek form gracefully cutting through the waves. Her scales shimmered like silver, and her eyes, a deep ocean blue, locked onto Ginny''s. As Sharkina approached, her sharp teeth glinted in the moonlight, a striking contrast to the gentleness in her gaze. "Ginny," Sharkina called, her voice a melodic ripple on the breeze, "every moment away from you feels like an eternity." Ginny''s breath hitched as she ran to meet Sharkina at the water''s edge. "Sharkina, you''re my world," she replied, her voice trembling with emotion. "Your love is as fierce and deep as the sea, and I''m lost without you." haj''s voice sang out over the dark waters they were drifting on. It came from all around. They''d try to hunt her down with some crackling web lines, but all they found was more water. This arena was made to be a dark ocean, and they were lost in it. Not that Brandy was helping them find their way. No, Brandy was lying face down on the raft, her arms curled over her head. Maybe she''d slide off and drown if she''d finally inherited Morgan''s Super Luck ability. Calcine sat with her, gently stroking her back as Morgan and Sparky worked together to give their raft a fully functioning sail. Much arguing was had about what to use as a brace for the silk-spun sail. Morgan wanted to free up one t of the raft and cut it down, while Sparky insisted they could tie it to Calcine and use her as a living mast. They were having fun; it was an interesting challenge, and they both had good ideas. If Brandy had been of sound mind, she''d have pitched in apromise, and they''d have gotten going. But she wasn''t of sound mind. She was in a waking nightmare, and no amount of gentle back rubs from Calcine was going to make up for it. "Hey," Sparky said, "Hang on, I thought Sharkina couldn''t go onnd without the sea pearl, and they lost it." "You''ve been following this abomination?" Morgan huffed. "It lost me when they almost fucked and the pearl was stolen. I hate stories where they''re always almost fucking and never do." "It''s building anticipation," Calcine said, her fingers tracing warm lines across Brandy''s bare back. "It''ll make the moment worth the build-up." "I just skip to the sex," Morgan shrugged. "Who reads this stuff for the story?" "Heathen," Sparky said, swiping for Morgan''s hat. She had four arms to do it with now, Morgan chirping angrily as she flitted off the raft and out of range of her grabs. "Get back here and follow the plot lines!" "Never! Until the dick goes in, I''m out!" Somehow, their enthusiasm for the story was even more mortifying than it being read out. Maple had warned her this would be difficult; she couldn''t even begin to imagine what haj had done to Maple to rattle her. "Your touch is like a gentle current," Ginny whispered, her fingers tracing the lines of Sharkina''s face. "And your smile lights up my darkest nights." Sharkina''s smile widened, revealing her sharp white teeth. So deadly, yet so alluring. "And your love, Ginny, it''s the lifeline that keeps me afloat. You see beyond the predator in me to the heart that beats just for you." "This is actually kind of sweet," Calcine said, lightly moving her fingers up to stroke through Brandy''s spiky hair despite her groaning objections. "I''ve certainly felt what inspired it." "Mortifying." Brandy mumbled, "So many water metaphors." "It''s like the writer smashed every romance fic into a single story." Sparkyughed, "With a bunch of teeth love. It''s so stupid it rules." "It is," Morgan said as shended on the raft. Brandy could see her feet tap thoughtfully. ¡°We''ve got this challenge wrong. We leaped right to going somewhere, but conceptually, we''re lost in the ocean, surrounded by darkness. All we can hear is this strange story. There has to be a reason why." Brandy could tell Morgan had worked out why it was being read out. It was obvious this was Brandy''s fanfiction just because of the focus on the teeth and the sappy emotional stuff. Morgan focused hard when challenged, so her not immediately saying what was going on had a reason. Was she not saying it to spare Brandy the embarrassment or because she felt not saying it out loud was the best way to pass the challenge? What even was the challenge here? This didn''t have anything to do with baring hearts. This was just some incredibly embarrassing thing Brandy had written when she was young. Ginny leaned in, her lips brushing Sharkina''s in a kiss that sent shivers down her spine. The sensation of Sharkina''s sharp teeth grazing her lips was both thrilling and tender, a perfect blend of danger and desire. It was a kiss that spoke of deep connection, a love that defied boundaries. Pulling back, Sharkina cupped Ginny''s face in her hands, her thumbs gently stroking her cheeks. "You are my anchor, Ginny. My safe harbor in the storm." "And you, Sharkina," Ginny said, her voice a soft murmur, "are my adventure, my deep dive into the unknown. With you, I feel alive." "I love puns," Sparky sucked her teeth. "But even for me, that''s a bit much." "I knew it; you love to dish out the punishment." Calcine said, "But you can''t take it." "Brandy," Sparky whispered, her voice trembling with awe. "Calcine made a pun." "Day of firsts for everyone." Brandy groaned. Still, it was appreciated. Calcine was willing to be ridiculous just to bring Brandy somefort. That was sweet. They embraced, their bodies fitting together as perfectly as puzzle pieces. The night air was filled with the ocean''s song, a symphony yed just for them. The world around them faded as they stood there, wrapped in each other''s arms, leaving only the magic of their love. "Fuck already!" Morgan yelled. "Come on!" She had dragged this scene on. Honestly, she''d been too embarrassed to write any real smut when she barely had a clue how it all worked. I mean, sure, everyone knew how it worked. You had to be deaf and blind not to pick that up, but still, Pok¨¦mon bonds and sex were so much more than just sticking things into holes. Everyone knew it was emotionally charged, and Brandy had wanted to bring that across when she''d written this hot fucking mess. Oh no. That was it, wasn''t it? haj was baring Brandy''s heart for her. Her old writing was written from the heart when she''d been young and stupid. Stupider. More dumb. She''d done some things that, on reflection, made her squirm, and this? This was one of them. Brandy lifted her head, ready to admit she''d written this, to see everyone watching her with smiles. Even Sparky had a pinball grin, all four hands entwined behind her back to push out her newly boosted chest. Looked damn good on her. Brandy appreciated something nice to focus on so she didn''t have to stare them in the eyes for this. "You all know what''s happening here, don''t you?" Brandy sighed. "Obviously," Morgan smiled. "But I do want to hear the fucking part, so I don''t mind dragging it out." "I genuinely do like this," Sparky said, "It''s dopey, but it''s adorable too." Brandy twisted to look up at Calcine, who was smiling contently. She lifted a palm and gave Brandy''s ass a nice, ringing p. "You got three fans here, don''t be so bashful. It doesn''t suit you." "I was young," Brandy huffed, "And I didn''t know what love would be like. It wasn''t like this! It isn''t all cute, mushy stuff." "It is sometimes," Morgan said. "It is sometimes," Brandy agreed. "But it''s hard too! I worry about messing up. Or not giving you all enough time. Or somehow saying the wrong thing and ruining everything and-" "Shush," Sparky clicked her tongue, leaning over to give Brandy an incredible view of some cleavage as she got her blue eyes closer to the ground. "Why are you embarrassed?" "It''s so ineptly written!" "You were young and inexperienced." Calcine shook her head. "Morgan, you''re the one who loves games. Would you mock someone for trying and failing?" "Not unless they were into it like Ceridwen," Morgan smiled, cing a hand cheekily over her lips. "I want a woman who is willing to try and fail. I''ve got one." "The dialogue is terrible," Brandy shrunk in on herself. "It''s so goofy." "I''m goofy," Sparky said, "And you love me, don''t you?" "Of course!" "Then we can love your goofy writing. That''s the deal." Sparky put her hands on her hips. "And you''ve been holding back on puns. These are fire." Brandy wasn''t having this. This was all deeply cringe-worthy, and they had to know the real reason why. They just had to! "Cherry and I, we used to write this stuff together." "Wait, is this a roley?" Morgan said but was silenced by a thwap on the wing from one of Sparky''s webs. "It was kind of, yeah. We both just wanted to imagine what it''d be like. To have a Pok¨¦mon, to have someone who loved you so much you could have a kid one day. It all felt like it had to be all-consuming. Like so life-altering big and strong it could handle anything, like my moms." "Aw, your moms are your role models." Sparky couldn''t help but do some fast-paced, excited pping. "You''re so cute." "No, no. Don''t say that. I never got it." Brandy groaned. "I never understood what we were doing. I thought it was cute!" "Oh," Calcine rubbed Brandy''s back. "Oh, Brandy." "Can we ever be more than lovers?" Sharkina said, her voice barely more than a whisper as sheid Ginny on the sand. "I want everything you have." "There''s nothing left to take," Ginny lifted her hand, touching Sharkina''s boob. "You have all you could want of me." "Of course," Sharkina smiled, leaning her head to nibble at Ginny''s bra. "But I''ll see if I can find more." Brandy wanted to drop her head down to the raft logs and hide her face, but everyone was on her in a sh. She was cradled in arms, feathers, and warm, malleable stone. Her heart was wobbling in her throat, but she forced a smile. "Morgan wasn''t the only one waiting for a sex scene," Brandy sighed. ¡°But I was so dense. Cherry dropped so many hints that she wanted more than our cute thing. But I didn''t... I let her slip away, and she smiled because she didn''t want to upset me." "Brandy," Sparky said, one hand cradling her face. "You would have sucked at it." Brandy''s brain froze up. What the heck did she mean by that? "I was your first." Sparky said, "And I sucked too. We were both terrible at sex. We couldn''t even beat Calcine." "I admired your spirit," Calcine smirked. "You''re a lot better now." Brandy couldn''t believe where this had gone. She looked to Morgan for guidance; maybe she had a clue. "I think what the bug is trying to say," Morgan said, brushing her wing along Brandy''s nk. "Is that you still had a great friendship together, and some cute romance as the cherry on top. You left with a longing instead of a disappointment." "But that sucks." "It does!" Morgan nodded, her hat bobbing on her head. "As I said, I hate when people almost have sex in these stories and never actually do. But this story isn''t finished. Is it?" It took an embarrassingly long time for Brandy''s thoughts to sink in. haj''s alluring voice gave her sex scene some real spirit. It made the writing far better than it was, even if it had been a rushed, messy ending, as they''d both gotten too embarrassed to write more. "I can ... find Cherry?" "I''m sure you can impress the hell out of her." Sparky nodded. "Now that you''re all good at this stuff. Blow her mind. Make up for lost time." See Cherry again? Her old childhood sweetheart? It seemed, honestly, an insane idea. They''d parted with tears, sad they wouldn''t see each other again. It''d seemed so final. Would they even be interested? Brandy had changed a lot; Cherry probably had too, and she already had so much to do. They couldn''t really throw it away to hunt down an old me. "I could. I''d like to. Maybe I can apologize a bit for being so dense. Share some stories. If we can find her." "Mmm." Morgan nodded. "Maybe I have a clueeee." She trailed the word out, her tail swishing behind her as she danced from foot to foot, excited at some secret knowledge she had. "Don''t make me bite it out of you." "Perish the thought." Morgan grinned. "Brandy, I know you didn''t share this story with your parents, and you two wouldn''t have posted it under your names anywhere. It''s so personal you wouldn''t have even shown it to your friends. So, ruling out all those possibilities. There''s only way haj could ever get a hold of it." "haj is Cherry?" Sparky gasped. "Twist!" Morgan''s turn to smack Sparky with a wing. Sparky cackled as she grabbed ahold of the wing with all four arms and hugged it. "Don''t be silly," Morgan said with a big eye roll at Sparky''s antics. "haj has been talking to Cherry. She knew Brandy wasing; she must have sought out all the gossip she could find that''d tug her heartstrings." "haj must know where she is," Brandy squeaked. "And Cherry told her because she thinks the story isn''t over too. We have to find haj and kick her ass right now!" Ginny ran her tongue over the throbbing shark-cock, which spurted out its milky love all over her- "RIGHT NOW!" Brandy squeaked. She''d worked out some of her embarrassment, but that didn''t make her shameless; she couldn''t bear any more of this! 266 – From a Deep Place 266 ¨C From a Deep ce "Look at her," Morgan said with a soft, wistful sigh. "I love it when she''s motivated." She was just staring at Brandy''s butt as she tried to peer through the darkness, but Brandy could forgive her for the distraction. She even gave Morgan a little shake of it as she tried to pick anything out of the ordinary in the murky darkness surrounding their little raft. "I love it when she''s motivated," Sparky said, sliding an arm around Morgan''s waist. Fighting her off was impossible; she had four arms to Morgan''s two wing arms, which got Morgan''s feathers ruffled even trying. "I love her when she''s sleepy. I love her when she''s stuffing her face. Calcine, did you know Morgan loves Brandy?" "I don''t sound like that!" Morgan squawked. "I was staring at butts. They bring out strong emotions in me, that''s all." Calcine tried not tough; her lips bit together into a thin line. "I''m d you see the good in her that we do," she said diplomatically. "I''ve been wanting to spend more time with you." "Oooh," Sparky purred, "Calcine and Morgan date. Now, that''d be an exciting night. You prepared to have your body remade by Carkol dick Morgan?" Morgan escaped Sparky''s grip with a burst of ck feathers, but Sparky was ready as she reappeared, two arms held forward, firing out twin streams of electrified webs. Morgan just about dodged them by breaking apart into ck feathers again and tried to find a spot to reappear where Sparky couldn¡¯t shoot at her. "Come on, Morgan,e hug the team! Tell us how much you love Brandy!" Brandy looked back to see if she needed to break it up, but Morgan grinned like an idiot as she used Calcine and their hastily thrown-together sail as a shield. Sparky''s evolution to a Galvant made sense, leaving her full of energy. Still, it was impressive just how energetic Morgan was, too. The Carvanah twins hadn''t been much of a challenge for her and Calcine to handle alone. They''d alle so far so fast; her team was strong now, really strong, and the three-badge level Water gym was turning out to be a bit too easy. Even if it had tried to embarrass her to death with her old, cheesy fanfics. haj had stopped reading them, at least. It seemed Brandy''s oveing of her shame about them, and everything that happened with Cherry had rendered them useless as weapons. The only sound was Morgan and Sparky''s antics and the gentle waterpping against the edge of their raft. Wait. They were in a pool, weren''t they? Why was the water rising and falling? That raised a lot more questions. "Calcine," Brandy said, "Can I pick your brain?" "Sure," Calcine said, as Sparky hung off her with two arms, the other two firing finger gunshots at Morgan as she deflected the webs with snapping shes of wind. "If it''s about these two, I could dunk them both in the water to cool them off?" "No," Brandy smiled, "Let them have their fun. It''s about this room. It looks huge, right?" "It does, endless." Calcine said, "A little worried about falling in, to be honest. I sink in water." The idea Calcine was afraid of anything seemed alien, but Brandy supposed deep water was one thing Calcine couldn''t ovee. Gravity would insist she sank; even if she didn''t need to breathe, slowly trudging back to shore wouldn''t be fun for her. Brandy felt a shiver glide over her skin as she realized the even worse implications of a promise she''d made recently. "Do you not want to take a boat to Spikemuth after this? I don''t want you to be ufortable the whole way." "It''ll be a fear to ovee," Calcine said, reaching out to snag Morgan by the cor and then prying Sparky off herself. She pushed the two together and gave them both a smack on the butt before stepping around toe over to Brandy. Morgan and Sparky didn''t devolve into kissing, but they stared at each other intensely as their pressed-together chests rose and fell. Their eyes screamed out the challenge to each other. ''I dare you to start this inevitable face-sucking session.'' Brandy would happily ce bets that Sparky would break first, and Morgan had a real streak of stubbornness when challenged. Calcine offered out open hands to Brandy, and Brandy gentlyid her palms in them, savoring the heat rising from Calcine''s skin. "You have my Steam Engine heart," Calcine said. "It likes being fed water, but too much, and it''ll splutter and choke. More water than we can boil, and we''ll start to falter." "I love Maple," Brandy grinned. "I don''t mind being fed some water." Calcine batted Brandy''s face with her own hands. She almost fell from the light tap, mainly because Morgan and Sparky were rolling around on the raft logs kissing each other in the most aggressively peckish way possible. No moaning meant no Bug Bites were going on yet. Sparky was smart enough to know that Morgan would direct them back to her with Foul y, but that didn''t make her powerless. A soft vibration made the raft shake, and those feathers were getting ruffled. Well, it was good that those two were getting along. Kind of. "Don''t let Maple overwhelm you. We do need you to keep control now and then." Calcine lifted Brandy''s hands, kissing the back of her palms. "And I know I can trust you to keep me calm." Brandy couldn''t stop the blush. "I''ll be there. So, um..." she gestured weakly with her head off the raft''s edge. "Gym stuff." "This was Gym stuff," Calcine smiled, "We''re baring hearts, aren''t we?" "I''d give us the badge." Brandy nodded, "We''ve done really well." "Too right. As for this ce? I don''t think we''re in a big cavern. I can sense the earth isn''t that far beyond the dark. There''s another trick to this. "Morgan worked Sparky''s sail, though; shouldn''t we have got to the edge of the pool?" "Maybe we can''t," Calcine said. "This is a Water Gym. Whatever water Pok¨¦mon are nearby could just manipte the water below the raft and push us back." "They could." Brandy said, "But we''d see them, wouldn¡¯t we?" They both looked to the gently shifting water below, staring down into the ck, watery depths, perfect for concealing almost anything. "It is the Water Gym," Calcine said with a swallow. "Would make sense she isn''t up here. She''s down there." "Water conducts sound well," Morgan said, face half buried in the yellow fur around Sparky''s neck. "She must be listening to our reactions. Using some kind of Water Move to let her use the whole pool as a big speaker, it sounds like she''s all around us." "I''m going to work out why you know such curiously niche things someday." Sparky said, "You got a set of encyclopedias under that hat?" "It''s hiding my giant brain," Morgan said smugly and stuffed her face back into Sparky''s fur, shuffling it about as she teased Sparky with a flurry of kisses. Brandy and Calcine were staring into the water. Calcine had gone quiet; she must have been feeling nervous. Brandy gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "I''m fine," Calcine said. "Just working out how to go down." "You don''t go down Calcine, that''s my job." Sparky cackled as she tried to push Morgan down into her breasts. Four arms gave her a lot of pushing power to do it; the bird was losing the battle. "We never follow the rules for these things, Brandy; what''s your n?" Did she have a n? Everything suggested they needed to brave letting go of the raft and swim down into the ck, even if it''d be frightening. There was probably an air bubble or some way to breathe down there. They''d have to fight the gym leader in the water, giving her a massive advantage in unfamiliar terrain. haj was the shark queen; she''d have another Sharpedo or two down there to hunt them while they swam. It''d be a tough battle. To win it, you''d probably have to ept that you couldn''t win and let the sharkdies have their fun. The key to winning wouldn''t be fighting; it would be baring your heart. You had to ruin them with love. It sounded fun, but Calcine didn''t want to get wet, and she''d move the oceans to provide whatever her partners wanted. So. Time to fight back. "Do we even need to beat this gym?" Brandy said, locking eyes with Calcine. Trying tomunicate non-verbally that she had a n. "You and Morgan picked apart Zag and Zoom like they were appetizers, and Sparky had Ziggy eating out of her hands even before she evolved. Sharks can''t handle us; they''re weaker than I thought." No response from below, but that just meant she had toy it on thicker. "Maybe I should pick the series back up. Ginny should get to go on a date with Sharkina. Show her how strong humans are." "Make the Sharpedo bite the backboard of the bed?" Calcine said, her white eyes glowing brightly as she caught on to the ploy. "Ginny and the Strap-On of Destiny." Sparky piped up, "Ziggy loved getting pegged. You could do a great new chapter about Ginny turning Sharkina''s brains to mush. Have that shark flopping on the sand begging for some of that human dick." There was a sh of gold below, but Brandy''s Compound Eyes were incredibly good at catching little details like that. Something was getting restless. "Let''s workshop it right now," Morgan said, breaking out of her battle with Sparky. "Show us your craft Brandy, I''d love to hear a tale of how a human made a Sharpedo chew a pillow to shreds. I bet that tail would be so good to hold onto while you pound them behind." That did it. A blue fin burst out of the water ahead. It was big, enormous even, and decorated with golden stripes that Ziggy certainly hadn''t had. A new shark Pok¨¦mon? Did she have a Garchomp? Brandy didn''t even have time to dex it because that shark fin was heading toward them with speed. "Calcine grab the sails, Morgan fire them up!" Brandy ordered and then pped a fist into her palm. "She can move the water, but can she do it faster than a hurricane-powered sail?" "Let''s find out!" Morgan said, swirling wind around her wings. "Try to slow her down for us." "Oh, I will. Sparky, are you ready to y some volleyball? We''re going to take Electro Ball for a spin." "Ah fuck yeah," Sparky said, lifting Morgan to her feet and pushing her Calcine''s way, who was already assembling the sail. "Electrified sea mines! She''s going to regret messing with us." As the raft began to move, Brandy squinted at that gold-striped blue fin carving through the water again. It was so familiar, but she couldn''t quite ce why, right on the tip of her tongue. haj had gone for her hard emotionally, and now this huge physical threat? Brandy had a feeling haj had heard of how they''d crushed the other gyms and was determined not to let Brandy repeat that here. Well, bring it on. Brandy had a team raging with energy for a fight, and Brandy really wanted to shake some answers about Cherry out of haj. If she wanted to break Brandy''s team, she would need a much bigger monster than this. 267 – An Important Nibble 267 ¨C An Important Nibble The approaching fin glided through the water, and despite the swell of water building up ahead of it, it was just too powerful to be slowed. There was a roar of water behind it that pounded in Brandy''s ears, and she knew one thing. If they collided, their little raft wouldn''tst even one hit. Calcine was holding the web-spun sail Sparky had made. Morgan''s hurricane winds collected in them in a tight ball, and the swirling mass was shooting them forward into waters that seemed to be going sideways once they built up a decent speed. The whole raft tilted to one side as they surfed along the edge of a rapidly elerating whirlpool. "Here shees! If you got anything in the tank, throw it in now!" Sparky shouted, raising two hands and charging electricity through her fingertips. A crackling yellow ball of energy began to form in her palms, getting bigger the longer she focused it. Water spray sshing over it snapped violently and evaporated in little wisps of smoke as the Galvant''s feet danced over the slippery wooden ts of the raft. It was up to Brandy to anchor Sparky for now; with one hand, she sped Sparky''s two free hands, and in the other, she held onto Calcine''s firm bicep. A living chain, the spikes of her hair whipped wildly as Morgan''s Hurricane swirled behind the sail. They were so lucky Gust had upgraded to Hurricane because the longer Morgan kept her Hurricane up, the stronger it got. Every second, the wind in their sails gained a bit more power and piled on an extra lick of speed. It got so intense Morgan had to dip one wing into the water to use as a makeshift rudder, steering the raft to keep it from slicing through the water and smashing itself apart. Brandy didn''t know at what point of the mad dash she startedughing, but she certainly couldn''t stop. This was insane! And it was working! They were somehow keeping ahead of the massive fin pursuing them. "Hurricane''s getting a little big to control," Morgan screamed, struggling to keep the raft pointed forward. "Fire that thing already!" "Calcine, drop sail and throw me back," Brandy said, "We''re going to spike it! Sparky Electro Ball now, send it up!" Calcine let the sail drop, which was immediately sucked back into the Hurricane, and wrenched her round in a curve. Luckily, she had Brandy in the other hand, and she threw Brandy skyward with a heave. The moment Brandy let go of Sparky, she fell, but she had the good sense to release her Electro Ball before she hit the ground and threw it into the air. It was so disorientating. Brandy could taste the sshes of pool water on her tongue, surprisingly fresh, and the darkness of the room around them made her feel like she''d been cast out into space. A tiny electrical sun floated beside her, crackling with furious power. Brandy was still practicing with her Compound Eyes. Their ability to focus on things was unparalleled, and the challenge was not being overwhelmed by a torrent of information. Everything hung in one moment, Sparky reaching out for Calcine as she tumbled towards the raft''s edge. Morgan''s Hurricane built up so big it''d swept Morgan off it, and she had one wing skimming the water as she sailed out. The curve of a muzzle surfacing through the water, decorated with golden lines and wickedly sharp fang-like horns down the sides. Brandy''s heart thundered in her chest as she tried to ce herself in the tumbling mess. It felt like her arms and legs were in a different country. She took a deep breath, and then she saw the eye of the beast. A glowering red eye on a sea of ck cut right to Brandy''s core as their gazes met. The golden line shed across the eye like warpaint, ending in three ck gill-like lines. Brandy felt her stomach twist into a knot. Three Badge Gym challenge her butt! This wasn''t just any old Sharpedo! This was theSharpedo. So it was incredibly satisfying to see their eyes go wide when Brandy brought down both her fists and spiked Sparky''s Electro Ball right toward that ring eye. The sparks crackled over her hands and made her palms so sensitive she could feel the sweat rolling over them. But that was nothingpared to the impact as the Electro Ball smashed down into the water. The room was flooded in a brilliant sh of light. A wave of heat and force sted everything, and then a short, sharp rain as water scythed over her skin. Brandy tumbled and twisted through the air before she felt a web snap into her back, and she iled to try to grab it. With the grace and poise of a ballet dancer, Sparky kept her footing on the battered raft and spun a thread of silk around two of her arms. Then she pulled the thread taut with her bodyweight, dragging Brandy back towards the raft. She came close, but not quite close enough, and Brandy hit the water like a vengefulet. Her stomach jumped right into her mouth. She''d broken the water with her feet and entered smooth, but she''d been going at speed and sunk deep with only half a lungful of air. She panicked and kicked, desperate to break the surface, and felt the rope tug taut. It confused her, and she kicked against it until the obvious reason why settled in. She''d got spun around somehow and was swimming the wrong way, sinking herself instead of heading up. It didn''t help the water was in motion around her, the whirlpool dragging her around in circles andpletely throwing off her sense of where gravity was. Something utterly massive floated past her in the foaming water, and it took Brandy a few seconds to recognize the golden-striped fin. She couldn''t help but stare as her Compound Eyes locked in, and she finally got a look at their underwater attacker. She was gorgeous. The Sharpedo was huge, almost as big as Coalossal Calcine. The tail she was swinging on a deadly pair of thick hips was longer than her whole body, but for all her stockiness, none of it was put to waste. Every muscle was thick with power but no bigger than it needed to be. Her waist was almost slim and sported the most perfect pair of abs Brandy had ever seen on a person. Two rows of six, perfectly firm with a golden cross shed across them that shone in the water. She had thighs Sparky would have wept tears over, thick and powerful, no doubt to help her build up those blistering swimming speeds. And her chest? She had to be pushing a double D cup, maybe even an E, but those fat tits were so firm it was like her body refused to let even gravity spoil her image of strength. She was absolutely gorgeous and so serene-looking as she floated through the water. The Electro Ball had knocked her t out, and as she drifted, Brandy couldn''t help but feel slightly disappointed. She''d have loved to meet a Pok¨¦mon like this; she looked like they could make a Legendary blush, and they''d knocked her out with one solid hit! They were way too strong. haj was going to be gutted. The Sharpedo''s eyes snapped open, her red eye darting around in confusion before settling on Brandy. She grinned, and Brandy got a sh of all those sharp fangs gleaming with purple power. Just dazed! Just dazed! Brandy tugged on the attached web line and tried to pull herself up as the Sharpedo almostzily flicked her tail and twisted herself towards Brandy. Her eyes locked on Brandy, and Brandy felt her blood run cold as she kicked her feet. There was nothing gentle about that gaze. It was all deep hunger aimed squarely at her. Oh fuck. Brandy didn''t know if she was excited, horny or scared. All three gave her a fit of mad strength to try to break the surface as the breath she held burned in her lungs. With a flick of her powerful tail, the Sharpedo shot towards her. She moved faster than lightning. One moment, she was far away, and the next, Brandy was between her jaws, stretched so wide they could bite into Brandy''s whole nk. The gleaming purple fangs sunk in, and Brandy couldn''t help but scream as everything blurred. It wasn''t painful, but it wasn''t like Morgan''s dark pleasures either. The bite sunk through her skin like a ghostly presence, and for Brandy, everything melted away. *** Brandy was home. A noisy storm hammered on the windows, only slightly deadened by the duvet that Cherry and Brandy had propped up with books to make a little makeshift fort. They''d snuggled under it, taking turns to read paragraphs from thetest Sharpy book, ''More than Skin Deep¡¯. Cherry was in Brandy''sp, a cute blush on her cheeks as she kept tipping her head back and forth to rest her arms on Brandy''s arms. Her weight was so lovely against Brandy''s body; she didn''t fit neatly, but that made it better. The ways she was different and rubbed against Brandy made her heart hammer in her chest. As the reading had gone on, they''d progressively be less interested in the book, which was amazing because they''d both been looking forward to it so much. Something about the intimacy of reading it together was so distracting. Then it happened. A moment burned into Brandy''s brain, a core memory. "I want to do this forever." Cherry had whispered. She was so cute. Her cheeks went pink, and she stared at Brandy, waiting for her reply. "What, cuddle under the duvet?" Brandy asked. She smiled and rested her cheek against Cherry''s, enjoying the warmth. "No," Cherry said, her cheeks going so red that her freckles disappeared. "Silly, I want to be with you forever." She turned in Brandy''sp and sat upright. Their faces were so close that their noses touched, and they breathed in each other''s air. Brandy''s heart had raced, and she felt like it was trying to beat out of her chest. She couldn''t say anything, her mouth opening and closing wordlessly as she struggled to think. She wished she could find the words, but it was all so hard when it came to Cherry. "I... I didn''t say too much, did I?" Cherry said, panic in her eyes. This. This Brandy understood. "You always say the right things," Brandy said, her fingers running through Cherry''s hair. "I''m sorry, I can''t. But I think I know what I can do." "H-huh?" Cherry was like a leaf in Brandy''s arms as Brandy leaned forward, felt Cherry''s neck on her lips, and then bit ever so gently into the flesh. It was such a rush. The feeling of having someone so vulnerable to her, so trusting. It was a thrill. Her blood pumped in her ears, and as she sunk her teeth in a little firmer, Cherry shivered, moaned, and wrapped her arms around Brandy''s shoulders. Her grip was weak, but she tried her best to be firm. Brandy felt so hot; the air in her lungs was like a me. Her body tingled everywhere Cherry pressed into her, and the sea scent on her skin was overwhelming. Her hair was like silk between her fingers. She gripped it tight, like a lifeline, and Cherry pulled back. Drawing her in. Drawing her up. Brandy emerged for a breath. *** "Haul her out!" Sparky yelled, though there was no need as Calcine was already plucking Brandy out of the water. "Quick, quick, quick!" "What the fuck was that!?" Morgan screamed from above. "She just disappeared again! Where the fuck is she?" "No idea! Keep us covered from above!" Sparky yelled and then turned her attention to Brandy. The air tasted sweet, and now that Brandy could have as much of it as she wanted, she filled her exhausted lungs. "What happened? Are you okay?" Sparky asked, her fur buzzing with nervous energy. "You lookedpletely lost there for a moment." "She bit me," Brandy said, her head feeling all woozy and foggy. "Psychic Fang, I think. I had a dream about biting. It was good, though. Really good." "Good as me?" Spark grinned. "Not that good. But haj," Brandy said weakly, her body still confused about what reality it was even in. "Her Sharpedo. I saw her. She''s a Mega." "Fuck," Sparky said, and her head darted around, trying to spot a fin. "This was meant to be three badge level! Why''s she throwing that at us?" "I think she heard what we did to the other gyms." Calcine said, "She''s making us work for this one." Morgan soared overhead, her winds screeching behind her as she threw her tornado out into the rushing water around them, carving out a line that eventually bounced off the wall with a thunderous crash. The lights above flickered as the room shook. "We''re not going to beat her in the water," Brandy gasped, "She''s so fast down there, and her bites are absolutely deadly. We need to change this up." "Got a n?" Calcine smiled. "Oh yeah, I got a n." Brandy grinned. "You''re going to love it." 268 – Storytelling Cums Naturally 268 ¨C Storytelling Cums Naturally Everyone had their orders, and while Brandy hated to say it, her role was to lie down and catch her breath after the Mega Sharpedo''s Psychic Fang bite. She''d be vital once they flushed haj out from the depths, but until then, she had to rx and get ready. So, as shey sprawled out on the raft floor, Brandy told the others the story about the first Mega Pok¨¦mon. "Fenny must have been about my age when Perrier, a truedykiller Drapion from Sinnoh, blew the news up by bing the first-ever Mega." "Heard of her!" Sparky said as she cast small Electro Balls into the water with all four arms. It left a glittering trail of yellow dots behind them, a few of them exploding with loud pops as something below brushed against them. "Tall, muscled, super hot. Think of a Coalossal but with sick striped twin pigtails, ws, and a crushing ''step on you'' attitude. Big fan." Calcine shook her head as she knelt beside Sparky, her hands in the water. mes rushed from her fingertips and exploded into the water, shooting their raft forward with haphazard bursts of speed. Sparky patted her on the head, and Calcine leaned into her sparkling fingers, to Sparky''s delight. "Being tall is cool if I get to do this. So what happened with Perrier?" "It had been an exciting time, especially for Pok¨¦mon that didn''t have an evolutionary line." Brandy continued, enjoying the ssh of cool water on her face blown back by Calcine''s me Charge makeshift engine. "Plenty of Pok¨¦mon felt they could give more, and Perrier had confirmed that you could push yourself beyond the end of their line and be something truly special." "Harper got a little obsessed about it for a month," Morgan grinned from the center of the raft as she used her wings to steer them forward. Her Hurricane wind was in full force around them, and she was using it to swerve them back on course with every push. They needed to ovee the Mega Sharpedo''s whirlpool for the n''s first stage and escape its suction to the center. They were throwing a ton of power at it to get it done. "She wanted to be so big she could carry the whole team on her back. She gave up pretty quick when we all kept demanding piggybacks." Brandy shook her head. It was good to know that other teams could be as dopey as hers sometimes. "It had everyone aflutter," Brandy continued. "Perrier quickly became as famous as any Legendary Pok¨¦mon; everyone wanted a piece of the Dark and Poison type. It should have been easy to get too! Perrier was infamous fortching onto women who wanted something and pushing them to get it before moving on. She should have been absolutely feasting on the attention, but it quickly turned out that thedykiller had been cored. Literally. Sporting a spiked diamond cor she''d got for her wedding promise." "Like my choker!" Sparky said as a ripple of electrical explosions went off in the water behind them. That great golden-striped fin surfaced from the water, and Sparky threw line after line of Electroweb at it. Several stuck fast, anchoring their raft to the Mega. It slowed them down a bit, but they didn''t cut the lines. This was part of the n, too. "Well, okay, it''s a ma, not diamonds, but still, I told you! Perrier''s cool, she''s got style." "Does that still fit?" Calcine asked as she swept her ming hands through the water, steam billowing behind them. "You''re a foot taller now. Thicker neck." "It''s a squeeze," Sparky grinned. "But when have I ever said no to one of those? It''ll hold. You''ve stretched my neck out much further than this." Brandy smiled. They used to be so embarrassed about fucking each other, but now Sparky was so proud of it that she ended up telling everyone. Her bug hade so far. "People wanted answers," Brandy continued, "And eventually, after a bit of hounding, Perrier talked with journalists about a woman she''d met. She didn''t want anything except for Perrier to smile. A feedback loop that''d left the pair of them almost deliriously happy, the pair of them crashing into people''s lives, fixing their problems, causing a few more, and then moving on hand in hand." "Was she a Joyce?" Morgan asked. "That attitude sounds very familiar to me. Are we all going to be Megas?" "No!" Brandy blushed. "It wasn''t that part that did it. Humans wanting to make Pok¨¦mon happy is something millions have done before. Humans and Pok¨¦mon falling deeply in love is how the world has worked for a long ass time. If that''s all it took to be a Mega Pok¨¦mon, then Perrier wouldn''t have been the first." "Makes sense. Humans should be lining up to adore me." Morgan nodded. "I am majestic." "Modest too," Calcine grinned. "So modest. I''d win a modestypetition." "If those humans turned around, you''d line up to admire them." Sparky snickered as she wound her electro webs around her wrist. "No wonder Murkrowes from Unova; I hear they have some thick-hippeddies over there." "We should visit," Morgan said dreamily. "It''s such a good ce." Shameless. Brandy pushed herself to a seat and looked at all her partners. The concentration on their faces and the teamwork they showed to turn a dinky raft into a speedboat. They''de so far. She was proud as hell of them. "We''re almost ready. You ready to do this, Morgan?" Morgan took a deep breath, her feathers fluffing up around her chest. Her red eyes gleamed when she opened them, "I haven''t broken a gym yet, I''m ready for my moment. Say the word." "Not yet," Brandy said, "But be ready. I''ll finish the story up quick! What had made Perrier go Mega was Sinnohian jewelry. Perrier''s diamond cor hade from gemstones mined from the same ce that Calcine''s Fire Stone had been dug up. Sinnoh is the ce for Evolution stones, and glittering wedding gifts are a whole trend over there. Perrier had been wearing hers around her throat for years." "So if I wear my Fire Stone long enough, I can be a Mega?" Calcine asked, more politely than hopeful. Brandy suspected she already knew this story and was just being polite. "Not quite! Those useless-looking diamonds in Perrier''s cor were anything but. They were a special kind of stone that had been soaking up all the bond energy Perrier and her partner had been generating together. They''dpletely unknowingly made the very first Mega essory, and it''d finally activated when Perrierpleted a life goal she never even knew she had and put a baby in her partner''s belly." "Nice," Sparky grunted as she held tight the webs stuck to the Mega Sharpedo''s fin. She was trying to shake it off, but Sparky was quick on her feet and could add or cut lines as she wished. Shaking her off wasn''t easy at all. "I can''t wait to make a Brandy baby." "Aw, don''t call it that!" "A Joyce bundle of Joy?" Calcine said. "Hah! Nice." Sparky grinned. "Morgan?" "The future ruler of our." Brandy shook her head and got to her feet as the others nodded along to that rediculous idea. "I''d spank your asses if you weren''t busy." "Sure, encourage us to get you crazy pregnant." Sparkyughed. "See how that goes." "Later," Brandy said, raising her voice as she saw the fin line up with them. "Any second now, she''s getting angry. Okay, the story is almost over. Perrier kept her wife''s name a secret so nobody would bother their future kid, but she had shared some critical advice for anyone looking to go Mega." "What?" Calcine asked. "If you''re going to Mega Evolve while cumming, make sure you have a lot of towels to hand. It gets so messy.¡± Brandy snorted. She couldn''t help it. The end of the story always made her giggle a little. "Was that whole story a cum joke?" Sparky gasped. "I''m so proud of you!" "No, it was a real thing," Brandy said. The fin was elerating towards them, gathering speed and oveing the power of Calcine''s me Charge. They were going insanely fast, but the Mega Sharpedo could be even faster. Brandy was banking on it. "Morgan ready? Hold. Hold it..." There was a moment this could work, the briefest of windows, and if they fucked it up, they''d all be in the water. Brandy''s eyes were aching from trying to focus on every little thing, and the churning waters around the fin began to rise as the Mega Sharpedo began to rise. The gold stripe across those baleful red eyes and the smug look of victory on her face as she opened her jaws to bite. "Now!" Morgan snapped her wings forward, and the world turned white as the hurricane drilled into the water and became a raging typhoon. The raft floated in the air, and looking back, the Mega Sharpedo was left hanging in the air, too. There was a shocked look in her eyes as she realized they''d very briefly stolen away her waters. She just hung in the air, her heavy chest rising and falling with exertion and tailshing at nothing behind her. She was at the whims of gravity and the wind for just a moment. Brandy had bigger ambitions than that. Calcine grabbed the webs Sparky had been using to tow the Mega Sharpedo behind her, and the Sharpedo''s eyes narrowed to two tiny red points as she realized the trap she''d fallen into. "Oh, you are kidding me," she spat, and her tail flicked, trying to turn her body around to bite the lines attaching her to Sparky. "Not happening!" "Calcine," Brandy said with malicious glee, "We''re reaching the edge. Rapid Spin." Calcine threw herself backward and spun like a top, dragging the Sharpedo along the web lines. The angry roar that followed was so sweet on the ears. There was more to the n, but Brandy wasn''t going to waste the perfect moment to try to spot where this Sharpedo''s Mega essory was. They''d end her transformation early if they could get it off her. They already knew they could overpower a regr Sharpedo. haj would be screwed. Fingers? No rings. Tail? Nothing but a pping fin. Neck? Bare and biteable. Breasts? No piercings there, even if Brandy did study the nipples a little just to be sure. It was no good; the Sharpedo was naked in the air and easy on the eyes, but she waspletely unadorned. Not a single bit of essory in sight. Where was it? The Sharpedo bit at the webs and snapped them with a powerful bite, but Sparky already had moretched onto her back and tail; she wasn''t getting away. She spat them out with a furious growl, and for just a moment, Brandy saw a glittering sh between those teeth. A glittering swirl of blue and yellow was fixed right in the middle of arge, wet pink muscle. A Tongue Stud. Fuck. Hot, but getting to that would not be easy. Brandy was going to have to put herself right in the biting range of those powerful, sexy jaws. She was going to get mauled. Chewed up. Absolutely bit down and made to squirm. Yeah. Okay. She could do that. If she had to. Take one for the team. Brandy was ready to be a chew toy for a big, buff sharkdy. It was part of the n now. The best n ever. 269 – Beach Reading Material 269 ¨C Beach Reading Material Tongue twizzle with a Mega Sharpedo. Flush haj, the Gym Leader, out of her hiding ce. Fuck the brains out of them both. Find out all she can about where Cherry is and then party with the girls to celebrate. Brandy had her work cut out for her. Morgan''s wind was pressed down on them all, keeping them pinned to a raft that was flying in the air, buffeted around in circles by the massive Hurricane Morgan had been able to whip up. Her Gust move had always been strong, but this was a whole other level. Given time, Morgan could cause a natural disaster! A small one, but inside this underground pool, it was more than big enough to be inescapable. Feet firmly nted on the raft, Calcine used the Mega Sharpedo like a tetherball, swinging her around on the end of Sparky''s webs as the Galvant danced beside her, punching the air. She had four hands to punch, so it was a really manic victory dance. "We''re so fucking good!" Sparky crowed, "She threw a Mega at us and came up short!" "She''s going to be pissed when she gets free," Brandy said, trying not to stare at those bouncing Sharpedo boobs as her tail pped against the water sucked up in the winds to try to get purchase. Her snapping jaw chewed up webs and forced Sparky to stick her with more. It made her whole body wiggle and bounce most hypnotically. It wasn''t a Move. It was just a mouthwatering show to witness. "Let''s not get cocky." "I''ve got cock to spare," Sparky grinned as she fired off web after web. Her extra arms doubled her firepower, and she was more than eager to put them to use. "I''m kind of a big deal." "d you could join us." Calcine grinned as she spun on the spot so fast her heel was grinding up wood chips from the raft''s logs. "I can''t keep this up long, she''s iling too much, and she''s damn heavy!" "Then let''s not waste time," Morgan hissed, the sound of her wings beating lost in the roaring Hurricane that was getting out of control. It''d sucked up half the water in the room, and the churning waters were sttering the raft with an endless spray, soaking their naked bodies down. "What now, Brandy?" "Throw her forward," Brandy said, "Like a dart, then Morgan, send all your wind after her." "We''ll fall." Morgan said, "Hard." "Yeah," Brandy nodded. "The raft won''tst long, but do you trust me?" She looked around at the group, and they all smiled at her. Calcine''s mouth was a warm furnace, her Steam Engine stoked by the sshing waters, hot white smoke peeling out of her mouth. Sparky on the other hand was a big, peppy smile, eager for the mischief to continue, while Morgan was a thin almost admonishing smile, like Brandy had just made an adorable fool of herself. She kind of had. "Stupid question; of course, you all trust me. So let''s do it! Launch the shark!" With a final tensing of her muscles, Calcine hammer threw the Mega Sharpedo ahead of them. To her credit, she did curl in the air and flick her tail to right herself so she was facing back at the ground. She looked pissed, her arms outstretched and ws flexing. She was smiling, too, the hungry smile of a predator about to feast. The wind picked up as Morgan gave one final big beat of her wings, and Brandy found herself thrown forward as the Hurricane raced over the top of the raft. Only Sparky''s webbing, shot right into her stomach, kept her from being swept away. The Mega Sharpedo had her arms crossed as the Hurricane winds mmed into her, and as her long blue and golden hair whipped behind her she kept her baleful red eyes locked on Brandy. A stare so intense it made Brandy swallow nervously; she''d worked Pok¨¦mon up before and worked them up really bad. But she''d never seen one so utterly determined to fuck her up and then drill her down. All the spinning hadn''t even made her dizzy, just more excited. Mega Pok¨¦mon were something else. This wasn''t a fair fight. Definitely not one they were meant to win. Brandy''s heart beat hard. The soak in the water was countered by the heat of exertion, and it was making her Steam Engine purr just as hot and hard as Calcine''s. She didn''t break eye contact. She stared back with the same hungry intensity. A wordless challenge. You wanna go, Sharkina? Then we''re doing this. Before the Mega Sharpedo could get at them, gravity had its turn first. They all fell together, and the Mega Sharpedo was a blue and gold streak of light as she flicked her tail up and went into a dive, falling like a rock toward the waters below. "Keep the wind on her!" Brandy yelled as the raft tilted in the air, "Full force!" Morgan cackled, her wings spread wide, and her ck feathers rippled as the wind raced past them. It was deafening, and without Sparky fixing her down with webs, it''d have plucked Brandy off the raft like she was nothing more than a feather herself. As it was, she was still pressed t against the raft''s surface, and the wind was howling right past her. The waters raced up to meet them, and the raft started falling apart before they even hit. A massive crack splintered down the center, and the log pieces that made it up separated, the edges falling away. The Mega Sharpedo was still tethered to the raft by Sparky''s webs, and the Hurricane she''d had hurled at her skimmed her massive body across the water like a skipping stone. The raft was attached, so the raft followed, bouncing them over the tops of the waves made by the Mega Sharpedo''s crashing body. The raft couldn''t have survived the battering winds of the Hurricane, but the Mega Sharpedo could, and the gang got to ride the raft like a water ski in her wake. It was a crazy n; if even one of them had fallen off at that point, it would have all been over. But they clung to what was left of their raft and rode the waves of water thrown up in the air by the Mega Sharpedo''s massive, thrashing body until she smashed into the wall. Her heavy body cracked the reinforced metal and dug in her ws, opening her jaws wide. Everyone else followed, about to be delivered on what was left of their raft right into her biting range. They couldn''t have ever beat a Mega Sharpedo in water; they just couldn''t. Even taking her into the air was only a short reprieve. This whole test was set up for them to lose. They''d have to change the game entirely if they wanted to win. Brandy just had to hope this didn''t put her in the Pok¨¦-Center. All she could do was trust now. "Calcine!" Brandy screamed, "Rock Tomb!" The wall behind the Mega Sharpedo sagged, and she roared and pressed her back against the dent her body had made to try to reinforce it. But it was no good; she was pushed forward towards them as the wall bulged, rivets popped off, and metal seams cracked open. The wall exploded, and a tidal wave of earth and sand poured out over the Mega Sharpedo. Brandy felt arms go around her and pull her back right before the dark, earthy mass washed over them. The raft was crushed instantly, the wood cracking and snapping all around it. Brandy''s inheritance from Calcine put in some work as her body got thumped. The breath beat out of her lungs from the impact of water, earth, and wood mixed up into a heavy slurry. But the arms around her were firm and held her close, and a hot tongue pressed between her lips and stole a kiss as everything around them was reformed to Calcine''s will. Brandy just had to hold on for the ride. The warmth fed Brandy''s roaring Steam Engine as the kiss continued, and things steadily grew quieter. Brandy could hear Sparky panting for breath and Morgan ruffling her feathers. She didn''t feel like she''d been pressed t, so she dared to open an eye. Calcine was on top of her, holding her close, a smirk on her lips and a glint in her eye. Her back was against something soft. She could taste it on her lips. Gritty, earthy. Sand. Brandy shuffled her shoulders and felt the ground part, reluctantly pushing Calcine back by the chest so she could look around. They were still in the dark cave, but some light was shining through a massive gash in the wall now, shining down on a newly made beach. Half the room had been filled in by Calcine''s Rock Tomb, a deluge of sand that''d pushed all the water to the other half. Calcine had buried the Mega Sharpedo, too; shey right at the edge of the new beach, buried under a mound of sand. Her tail was sticking straight up, and one w sank into the sand, gripping it so hard she dug out grooves. Her eyes were still locked on Brandy, but she wasn''t moving. She couldn''t, not without disturbing the woman who was hugging her stuck-up tail, her palms running circles against the firm blue skin. She was a human, but Brandy had never seen a woman look so much like her Pok¨¦mon. She had no tail and no fin, but otherwise, she was almost a dead ringer for the Mega Sharpedo she was fondling. Entirely naked, her pale blue skin was still dripping with water and was painted with golden stripes that glimmered in what little light there was. She had that gorgeous figure that was both tightly muscled and unfairly curvaceous. No tail didn''t stop her from having hips thick enough to bear one. Brandy heard Morgan''s gasp when she saw them; for once, Brandy didn''t me her. It was an incredible ass. If they''d had a teammate into breasts, they''d have been eating well, too, unfairly heavy and yet defiantly perky with a set of abs you could have yed tic-tac-toe on. Brilliant red eyes in a sea of ck and that smile. That fanged smile. haj. It had to be. The Shark Ace was more Sharpedo than Woman, and Brandy could get why she''d done it. It was a really good look. "Brandy Joyce," she said, her voice husky and deep. "I knew you wouldn''t be a disappointment for my Sharpy." Sharpy? Like the books? The Mega Sharpedo growled, her throat a bassy rumble that made the beach vibrate. "Let me at her, haj," she said, "I''m not going to let her break this gym. I''m going to break her." Brandy''s mouth went dry as she looked at her team, still gathering their bearings. They''d got her on the sand; they had a chance. "Now!" hajughed, "That''s not very heroic of you, is it? Brandy''s read all my books about you. You''re practically her hero. She deserves your best, not your worst." No. No, no, no. This couldn''t be possible. "You''re Sharpy?" Brandy said, "I thought the books were all made up!" "Oh no," haj smirked and pped Sharpy''s ass, letting her tail go. "They''re a little embellished and changed around for the kids, but they''re the story of my beautiful wife and our many adventures together." "Without the hip-breaking sex," Sharpy growled as she slowly got to her feet. "Without that!" haj nodded. "Brandy missed out on all that. Do you want to show her?" "Oh, she''s going to learn everything she missed." Brandy could only stare in shock. She had to be dreaming. There was no way. They had to be fucking with her again. This couldn''t be the Sharpy from her childhood. She couldn''t be able to be fucked senseless by her childhood hero. It was just ridiculous. Wasn''t it? She had all the Sharpy books. Read them religiously until the pages were dogged and the covers worn. Her tenacity, bravery, and willingness to do anything to put a smile on the face of the people she met. Brandy didn''t just know Sharpy. She''d be her a little bit. If anyone could work out the truth here, it was Brandy. She knew the shark of the stories. Did the story match up to the real thing? She had no idea right now, but she felt it was about to be a learning experience. 270 – Flashing a Smile 270 ¨C shing a Smile Sharpy rose to her full height and out of the water; it was no less intimidating. Calcine would have been a little taller if she had been a Coalossal, but her Fire Stone hadn''t refilled yet, so the Carkol had to look up at the grinning Mega Sharpedo with everybody else. haj stroked Sharpy''s hip, leaning her head to nuzzle a breast, but the Mega Sharpedo didn''t take her eyes off Brandy for a moment. Her red eyes glowed brightly as she took in the team of naked women arrayed in front of her with a quiet intensity. Calcine cracked her knuckles and took the lead, a hand raised forward, and the sand rippled around her as she took control of the earth. Sparky mped all four of her arms around Brandy and gave her a protective hug. She popped her head onto Brandy''s shoulder and poked her tongue out at Sharpy, a crackle of electricity running along the wet muscle. Morgan had taken off to float above them all; her wings spread in wide beats as the wind swirled through her feathers. The brim of her hat shaded her eyes, but you could see a dull red gleam in there, staring down her nose at Sharpy. The message was clear. Sharpy could be as tall as she liked, but Morgan owned the skies. Brandy squeezed one of her newly evolved Galvant''s hands as she felt the static fuzz of Sparky''s fur tingle against her bare back. Right now, at this very moment, she felt like she could have toppled a Legendary. Everyone had her back. "Sure, you don''t want to give in?" Brandy said, trying out one of Sparky''s manic grins. "Be embarrassing to get broken like Ziggy." Sharpy didn''t reply; she just took them all in. Slowly, the corner of her lips twitched to a smile as her tail swished behind her. Her long tongue snaked out from her jaws and licked along her sharp teeth. It made Brandy shiver; she couldn''t help it. Sharpy just oozed power and confidence, and Brandy would be a terrible liar if she tried to say she wasn''t drawn to that. "My beautiful wife here is so eager to get her teeth into you," haj said, kissing Sharpy on the side of her breast. The Mega Sharpedo''s chest mushed into her face as it heaved from her heavy panting. Not hot breaths of exertion; Brandy wasn''t that lucky. Sharpy was furiously worked up, and it looked like it was taking her an effort of will to not break off from haj and attack. Brandy would have to keep an eye on haj. The light blue-skinned woman was a gym leader and had the strength to hold back someone like Sharpy; she certainly wasn''t going to be a pushover. "Once I let her loose, I don''t think we''re going to get to talk much." haj said, "The ocean is big, and it''s sudden and shocking when things finally happen. Let''s enjoy that quiet moment and feel the flutter in our stomachs and the beating of our hearts as the tension rises. You must have a few questions for me?" So many, but Brandy wanted to use them wisely. Sharpy was a coiled spring ready to pounce, and she wasn''t the only one. Brandy wanted to get at that tongue stud, to tussle in a kiss with the giant sharkdy, and let her press some marks into Brandy''s flesh. It was a fight, but Brandy fought to make everyone happy. If she had to be a chew toy, she''d be the best chew toy ever. Squeaky noises and all. Every question dyed that. Still, some had to be asked. "Cherry, you talked to her. Only she knew about my embarrassing fanfics. When? How?" "She took my gym challenge, of course." haj grinned and stepped away from the Mega Sharpedo, who growled as she took a sprinter pose, her tailshing around in the air behind her. "What happened in it? You''ll have to ask her, but as you''ve guessed. You did feature a bit." Cherry was a Trainer! Good for her, Brandy had been heartbroken when her family had moved to Wyndon. They''d tried to keep talking on the Dex, but as the years passed, they''d just drifted apart. Messages got less and less frequent until they''d just stopped. It wasn''t a big moment or an angry falling out. Just a slow parting, messages left unresponded to so long it''d seem crazy to pick up it. She was sure Cherry must have moved on. The girl could bounce back from anything. haj letting on that Brandy was still something she worried about? Brandy wasn''t sure how to feel about that. It gave her a strange tion that came with nervous sweat and lightheadedness. None of what she felt fit together, a confusing mess of emotions. Brandy had loved her time with Cherry, but the worry that it hadn''t ended tore her up, and she wasn''t sure that anything she could do would make up for it. Sparky sensed her tension and used all those arms to give the best squeezy hug, forcing the air out of Brandy''s lungs. "This is still the challenge," Sparky whispered. "You going to be okay?" Brandy nodded slowly; Sparky''s fur had only got thicker and softer. She couldn''t have asked for a betterforter to calm her down. haj was still trying to get her to be honest with her feelings, digging at the edges of her worries with a predatory instinct for weakness. No wonder Maple had found this so hard to get through, and this gym was much more merciless than Brandy had anticipated. "One more question. Why do you run the test like this?" Brandy said, "I can''t stand making people feel bad. You upset Maple, dragged up Cherry''s past, and you''re making me feel rotten. Why do that?" "Because you''re going toe out of this stronger." haj grinned. That sharp-toothed smile gleamed as she spread her arms, and the blue color of her skin rippled, and, as ink dropped into water, it blotched and deepened to an even darker color. Brandy''s eyes could pick out the skin bing textured, a series of tiny flowing bumps that''d feel really good up close. "Life will throw challenges at you all. You''ll have fights. Get into arguments. Let things simmer for years, and it can all fester. I pick at wounds so you can see that they will heal." "Every bite makes you stronger," Sharpy nodded. The Mega Sharpedo was practically salivating as she watched Brandy. "Going to make you strong as fuck." "Crudenguage, but you''re right." haj chuckled. "So, Brandy Joyce, will you keep fighting and prove that you''re strong enough to take everything this world can throw at you, or will you give up and cry?" "We''d be there for her if she did," Calcine said, feet sliding through the sand as her Rock Tomb power suffused the ground. "We''ve got her back, no matter what." "It''s a gorgeous back," Sparky grinned. "And this butt is so much fun to squeeze. Our Brandy has got nothing to cry about." Brandy looked up expectantly at Morgan to add her piece. "Are we fighting or what?!" Morgan''s exasperation made herugh, and it was a wee relief. She knew her challenge-obsessed bird loved her, but she wasn''t wrong. Wallowing was a trap; they were here to win. "Let''s do it." The Mega Sharpedo leaped forward, her ws digging into the sand and pushing her forward. She was fast, Brandy knew that, and even out of the water, she had a wicked turn of speed. At least she was visible when she moved now. If they were going to have any chance of winning this, Brandy couldn''t let her use her terrifying speed. "Calcine, trenches! Sparky, triplines. Morgan make the air hostile!" Sparky peeled off Brandy''s back, her four arms letting go and releasing Brandy to a rush of cool air. Calcine stamped her feet on the sand and threw her hands out, the earth shifting as her Rock Tomb power surged. A line of crags thrust out of the earth and cut Sharpy off from rushing directly at her, but they weren''t nearly wide enough that she couldn''t just leap over. Sparky and Morgan helped there. Hurricane winds were building up, blowing Sharpy back. At the same time, Sparky''s arms flicked out, lining the edges of trenches with crackling lines of Electro Webs. haj was also pretty damn quick. She darted in the wake of Sharpy and dove into one of the trenches, rolling out of their sight. The trench might have worked against them as Morgan''s winds couldn''t get at her in there, but Brandy just saw it as a foolish move. "Calcine, Tomb her!" Calcine shed out a hand to copse the trench before disappearing under the massive bulk of Sharpy. Electro Webs trailed off her body where she''d dived through the triplines. She rode Calcine''s body along the ground, digging out a small trench and leaping off beforeing to aplete stop. "Poison Fang!" Calcine called out, pushing herself up. She had a few punctures along her shoulder, but they''d not gone deep, a clear liquid oozing out of the scratches. "I can shake this off, but don''t let her get you." "Morgan Sucker Punch drop!" It didn''t work quite as well calling it out, but Sharpy couldn''t dodge it entirely as Morgan trimmed her wings and dropped like a dart right onto her back. Morgan didn''t have a lot of weight, but going at that speed, she still hit hard enough to throw up a dust cloud of sand. It didn''t put Sharpy fully down on her ass, Mega Pok¨¦mon were ridiculously powerful, and it''d take something much bigger than this toy out Sharpy. But it drove into the sand, her body wriggling like an eel as she tried to swim through it, then got back onto all fours and dashed back off towards the trench line. Her speed had been trimmed a little, but she was already building it back up. Speed Boost, a Sharpedo ability. The more she moved, the quicker she got. They had to do everything they could to bring her to a stop and then tie her down. There was a blue blur, and Morgan was tackled. haj rolled with her and cackled as she peppered Morgan with kisses. The Gym Leader had inherited Speed Boost clearly and built up enough speed in the trenches to move like aet across that battlefield. Fuck, this was going to be impossible dealing with two speed-blitzing opponents. But Sharpy clearly was going to leap in to save haj if they didn''t focus on her, and if they tried to tackle the biggest threat, then haj would pick them off at the edges. They couldn''t win this on strength. They were just outssed. Time to use the ol'' Brandy brain smarts. "I got a n," Brandy called back to Sparky. "Can you make me sticky?" "Ehehehe. Ehehehehehehehe" "With webbing! Not what you''re thinking." Honestly. Bugs. 271 – Caught in My Web 271 ¨C Caught in My Web Like the sharks they were, haj and Sharpy were circling their prey. Brandy and her team hadn''t made it easy for them. Sparky''s webbing was thickest near her, a crackling electric floor ready to snarl up on anyone jumping them. Sharpy already had a few webs trailing off her, and while she was far too strong to go down from just that, Brandy had seen her being knocked out by Sparky''s Electro Ball. She had a limit on what she could take. The webs were great, and while Calcine''s trenches weren''t slowing them down as much as Brandy had hoped, it did limit the angles they could attack from. They''d have to jump over one to get at Brandy, and they were both wary of being caught out while in the air and unable to maneuver. With Sparky and Brandy at the center of the beach they''d made, Calcine was outside the web ring trying to duel with Sharpy; a few bite marks along her shoulders were glistening with clear poison. It was making her sluggish. A few of her ming punches didn''t evene close to the nippy Mega Sharpedo. Still, with fire and rock in her blood, the poison wasn''t putting her down as quickly as most Pok¨¦mon. haj was trying to keep Morgan on the back foot. The Murkrow''s ability to burst into feathers and teleport away made it an impossible task to win, but haj was persistent and just followed the feathers and jumped her again when she reformed. It was wearing Morgan down. She was breathing hard, and her feathers were getting matted with sweat as she got increasingly worked up from the close contact with haj. Something about her touch was getting all kinds of groans out of Morgan; it had to be her Rough Skin inheritance at work. She was dangerous to be close to if you wanted to keep a cool head, and Sharpy would be the same. It''s a good thing Brandy''s n didn''t require her to keep a cool head¡ªquite the opposite. "You''re enjoying this way too much," Brandy said as Sparky ran her hands over Brandy''s body. "Damn right, I am. I''ve got two new limbs. I can squeeze twice as much of you. This is the best." Sparky replied, two hands massaging Brandy''s butt as the other two slowly applied sticky, fizzling webbing to her skin. "I know you''re loving this too." Weirdly, she was. Her brain just couldn''t ept that Sparky had four hands now, so every extra squeeze or rub was a wonderful surprise. The thick fur around her wrists also tickled at her skin pleasantly, and the fizzing web she was coating Brandy with sent pleasant shocks through her body. Brandy''s body was growing increasingly sensitive, and she was panting softly by the time Sparky finished coating her thighs. A job that took a long time because she kept licking before applying the webbing. "Helps adhesion," Sparky said after Brandy began hopping from foot to foot. "You have to let me work." "No, it doesn''t, you evil little liar." Sparky stopped, big blue eyes staring up across Brandy''s web-coated body. "Little?" "Sparky! The others are fighting for time; finish up!" "Make me," Sparky growled. "Should be easy if I''m so little." Brandy was not going to give her the satisfaction of winning this particr argument, so she just took a step forward and put Sparky''s head between her thighs. Sparky gave a delighted grin, and her tongue slipped out top at the web-coated skin, each lick an extra strong dose of skin-tingling pleasure. Brandy''s knees wobbled as her muscles began to twitch. She grabbed hold of Sparky''s hair for support, pulling her head harder into her thighs as the fizzing and tingling built up even higher from the contact with all that static-charged fur. Brandy had to grit her teeth not to moan from all that power rolling around between her thighs. She''d never live it down. "Don''t think this is encouraging me to go quicker." Sparky giggled. "But I like it." "I''m not squeezing any harder until you''re done." Brandy didn''t expect to be tipped over, but Sparky had an incredibly good grip on her, and she leveraged it to flick her right over onto her back. She absolutely mauled Brandy''s thighs, kissing, licking, and nibbling with wild enthusiasm as all four of her hands helped finish up the work of coating Brandy''s skin. Brandy couldn''t stop herself from moaning; it was all just too much. Being pressed everywhere, coupled with the gentle buzz from what was basically a white silken bodysuit, it was doing things for her. "I''m done," Sparky announced, grinning down at Brandy as she held her legs spread. "Good," Brandy said breathlessly. "Good girl." "None of that good girl stuff," Sparky hissed. "You crush me with these thighs right now." "dly." She wrapped her thighs around Sparky''s head and pulled her in close, squeezing tight. She worried she''d gone a little too hard when Sparky''s body went limp, but then she felt Sparky''s tonguepping at her with a tiny, content buzz in the back of her throat. "We need to do this more," Sparky said, her voice all muffled. "It''s been such a good week." "It has," Brandy sighed, rxing back and letting the happy moment drag on as she kept up the pressure. Then everything went dark, a cloud of ck feathers flowing around Brandy and Sparky before coalescing back into Morgan. "What the fuck are you two doing?" "nning?" Brandy said, embarrassment flushing her cheek as she pulled Sparky out from between her thighs. The bug had the biggest, dumbest grin on her face. "I swear." "Well, it looks like you''re painted head to toe in cum." "Our nning is second to none," Sparky cackled. "And Galvant cum for days." "It''s webbing." Brandy rified, pushing herself up to a seat. Annoyingly, a lot of sand had already stuck to her, and trying to brush it off just made her hands stick. Pulling her hand free with some real effort, Brandy tried to avoid touching herself as she got up to a stand. Morgan''s eyes roved over her skin-tight webbing bodysuit, and she let out a long sigh. "You look too incredible to be mad at right now. If you have a n, Calcine needs help. She''s in a bad spot." "Can you keep haj tied down a little more?" Brandy said as she lightly kicked one of Sparky''s tripwires. It didn''t stick to her. Her web bodysuit made her immune to Sparky''s webs. That''d be useful. Morgan shivered, mopping her cheeks with both hands. "Can I borrow Sparky to do it? She''s a speed demon, and she bites." "Get Sparky to take the heat, then Sucker Punch her a bit. Soften her up." Brandy said, taking a breath. "I''m going to get Sharpy off the field." There was a blur of motion, and Brandy saw haj had enough of a run-up to jump across all their obstacles. A wild smile was on her face, and Sparky spread her arms to catch her. "Go on then!" Sparky yelled before being thumped to the ground by the weight of haj''s body. She rubbed a hand along Sparky''s neck, and the Galvant squirmed. "Got you all," haj grinned. "You''re mine." Brandy spread her arms and stepped back into the thick field of crackling web traps, all brushing off her to no effect. "You stopped, can''t jump out now. Enjoy tackling two of my Partners!" "I will!" haj said, turning to try to grab Morgan, who pped out of reach. "This was clever, but you''re not going to beat her. I''lle to kiss better what''s left of you after Sharpy is done." Brandy turned and ran, no more time left to spend with taunts. Calcine really was in trouble. The Carkol stood at the edge of a trench, mes flickering over her body as she faced the massive Mega Sharpedo. Calcine''s me Charge barely hurt her, and the sand was too loose to provide any barrier. Sharpy was free to dart in and out at her leisure, and it looked like she''d gotten in a few good bites. Calcine''s cloak was wrapped around one arm, she must have been using it to try to Sharpy as she barrelled past, but it was no good. The Mega Sharpedo was just too fast. Not that the cape was helping now. Calcine was staggering about like she couldn''t work out where her feet were; her look of determination was softer than usual, and sheughed as she swung ming fists that went nowhere near Sharpy. All that Poison Fang had built up in her system finally, Brandy had thought it''d be a paralytic or maybe an aphrodisiac to unnerve her, but no, it was neither. Calcine was drunk off her ass. "Brandy!" Calcine slurred as she crashed a ming fist into the sand, kicking up a plume of dust and grit. She staggered back up to a stand, "I''ve missed you." "Missed you too," Brandy said, "Can you Smack Down for me?" "I''d ... uh ... I''d love to do that." Calcine grinned, beating her chest. "But she''s really fast! Every time I try, I just get bit." Calcine tried to lower her voice, only making it louder somehow. "I like the bites, but she doesn''t know." "Good job hiding it," Brandy said. "You don''t need to hit the shark. Just hit the sand for me, please? Hard as you can. I''ll handle the rest." Calcine blinked a few times, swaying in the sand as she looked at Brandy and then clicked a finger gun. "Ohhhhhh. You want to get bit! Oh my gosh, yes, let''s that happen." Brandy was trying so hard not tough. This bubbly, airheaded Calcine was pretty adorable and utterly different from her usual self. It could be fun to all get wasted someday and see how everyone got along. Calcine''s head was bowed, and she took some deep breaths to clear her head. Brandy could hear the rumble of Sharpy approaching, moving so fast she was a blue, white blur. She was building up for a bulldozer rush on Calcine, who seemed to be entirely out of it. Then she raised back her fist and, with drunken strength, punched the ground so hard Brandy felt the shockwave rumble out as a cracking boom filled the air. A thick fog of sand erupted around them, enveloping the artificial beach. Brandy stumbled through it, trying to put herself between Calcine and Sharpy. It barely worked, but she felt something clip her arm, and then Brandy was ripped off her feet. She had a wild moment where her body spun through the air, and then a massive weight wrapped around her as they hit the soft sand together and rolled to a stop. Her head still spinning, her vision swam as she saw the massive form of Sharpy above her. "Wait your turn." and she got up to get running. Or tried to. An angry grunt as the Mega Sharpedo tried to run clear, Brandy came with her hands, Sharpy''s fingers stuck to the web suit. "Oh, you have to be kidding me." Sharpy groaned as she looked down at the Trainer glued to her stomach. "What is this?" "A great n." Brandy grinned. Then she leaned forward to bite Sharpy''s nipple. Her face immediately stuck to the firm blue shark flesh. Sharpy tried to wiggle her free, but that just sunk Brandy deeper into the warmth of her cleavage. It pressed into Brandy''s face from all sides, wonderfully soft, and warm. They''d made all that effort to get her out of the water, and Brandy was still going to find a way to drown. This was not in the n. Not unpleasant. But definitely not in the n. 272 – Me Want Bite 272 ¨C Me Want Bite "You think you''ve got me, but I''m going to peel you out of this thing," Sharpy growled. She sat on the ground with her tail flopping around behind her, trying to use her ws to rip Brandy''s white websuit apart. She had to be incredibly careful, so Brandy enjoyed the sensation of Sharpy''s nails dragging over her skin and tugging her suit in weird ways. Sparky''s webs were double-sided, and every attempt to rip it off her had the whole thing pressed firmly against her skin as it pulled itself back into ce. Sharpy was getting increasingly frustrated, while Brandy got increasingly hot under the cor. Ironically, her neck was one of the few bare bits of her; Sharpy had tried to peel Brandy off her breasts and only seeded in ripping off the webbing around Brandy''s throat. A shocking rip left her skin still tingling from the lingering static electricity. Brandy''s Steam Engine heart was begging for water because it had plenty of heat to feed it. Brandy was loving this. "Never had a n fail so sessfully," Brandy said, trying to sound more upset than she was as her face was nted deep in shark boob. Brandy felt the heat and moisture of her breath as she opened her mouth and softly pressed her tongue against the nipple she''d been teasing mercilessly. Sharpy moaned, and one of her fingers slipped, digging into Brandy''s ass hard enough that it coaxed a squeak out of her mouth. "Stop... fucking doing that," Sharpy growled, a tremble in her voice as she tried to pull her finger free of the webbing it had touched. The sticky threads just dragged it in further, and her wiggling finger teasing at Brandy''s butt just filled her with bratty bug energy. "Doing what? This?" Brandy sucked the nipple instead of licking this time, and Sharpy''s hips bucked, a groan slipping from her mouth. Arceus, it felt good to feel Sharpy''s body move; she just had so much power in those muscles, and Brandy couldn''t wait until she got the chance to really ride the giant shark woman. "You''re the worst," Sharpy said. Her w finally broke thest bit of resistance, holding her finger to the suit, and it was immediately put to use, slipping between Brandy''s legs. "But I can''t do anything while you''re stuck to me, can I? Two can y at this game. Tell me how to get this webbing off." Morgan was the witch, but for this one, Brandy was pulling on the two words of power that Sparky had taught her. "Make me." Even as Sharpy''s eyes narrowed, Brandy felt her cocks stroke along Brandy''s thigh and saw her golden striped tailzily pping back and forth behind her. Sharpy could act angry, but her body was giving away her actual enthusiasm. "Make me! Ohhhhhh, I love that one!" their spectator pped, and they both slowly turned to look at her. Calcine. Drunk as sin. She was sitting cross-legged on the sand with her head in her hands and a big, innocently earnest smile on her face. Her cape was on fire behind her, smoke drifting into the dark, and she didn''t even seem to notice. So fucking cute. "Sharpy," she yelled, "Use Smackdown!" "I don''t have that Move!" Sharpy growled. "Do you know how to break these webs?" "Yeah, yeah!" Calcine nodded, "I do." "Tell me how." Calcine slowly slid her head in her palms until it waspletely horizontal, then poked her tongue out at Sharpy. "Make me." "Impossible!" Sharpy huffed, and she trailed her w over Brandy''s pussy. Sparky hadn''t webbed that up. She could be evil, but she wasn''t that evil. "You are all beingpletely impossible." "You got her drunk! That''s your fault," Brandy grinned, "And she''s adorable. I''ll give you a hint on how to get these webs off if you entertain her." "Fine." Sharpy said, "But I''m doing this because I want to." Brandy took a deep breath as she felt Sharpy''s fat finger press its way into her. She felt she would need it because all bratty resistance faded fast under that thick digit. Her skin was so strange, just like she''d seen on haj. It was roughly textured with little ridges and bumps that seemed tailor-made to inme Brandy''s nerves. She let out a deep breath and a soft, low moan as the shark worked her digit deeper. "Okay, Calcine," Sharpy said. The finger started slowly and deeply thrusting, making it difficult for Brandy to focus on her words. "How do I get the webbing off?" Calcine scrunched up her face and shook her head. "Can''t even see anything. She''s just squirming. I want to see some bite." "She''s still covered in the webbing!" "I want to see some biiiiiite." Brandy felt Sharpy''s sigh ripple through her body, and she couldn''t help but giggle a little. "Don''t pretend you''re not enjoying this. I can feel your dicks pressing into my thigh. If it helps, I''m very entertained by that." "It doesn''t." Sharpy said, "But when I get you out of that suit, I am going to do the job Ziggy couldn''t." "All talk, no bite." Okay, that was pushing it, but Brandy couldn''t help it. It was fun working Sharpy up, the Shark Woman''s frustration just seemed to excite her more. "You are a bad girl," Sharpy said, and she made sure Brandy was watching as she stretched her jaw open. Oh fuck, that mouth. Brandy was staring right into the maw of something beautiful. Rows of sharp teeth, a long pink tongue snaking along them and shining them up to a brilliant shine. It stoked a primal terror in Brandy, a fear baked into humanity that shortened her breathing to panicked little gasps. The sheer danger they promised was terrifying and exhrating. She wanted a bite, but Sharpy wouldn''t give it to her so easily. She pressed her jaw against Brandy''s bared neck and slowly dragged her teeth across the skin. It wasn''t what Brandy needed, but it still felt incredible. The firm scrape of the teeth, the heat of Sharpy''s mouth, and the slickness of her tonguepping over Brandy''s skin. "Like that, don''t you? Feels so good, doesn''t it?" Sharpy was trying to sound sultry, pitching her voice deep and smooth. It worked too, Brandy was moaning as the Mega Sharpedo''s ridiculously huge tongue and sharp teeth trailed a wet path around her throat. "Yessss." "Then why don''t you tell me how to get you out of the webbing? Then I can really show you how good it feels." "Bite." Brandy whined, "Bite first." Sharpy''s frustrated growl vibrated against her, and Brandy was already soaking. She could feel her pussy clench down on the finger that was pumping inside her, her juices leaking out and sliding down her thighs. "You don''t deserve it." Sharpy''s rumbling voice had Brandy shivering. "But you do taste good. Watching carefully, Calcine?" "Make her squeak like a chew toy." Calcine said, "She''s wanted this for years. Go crazy." Sharpy''s eyes nced from Brandy to Calcine. "Please," Brandy breathed. "Make me yours." "You''ll dream about me," Sharpy took a deep breath, and Brandy gasped as the Shark Woman''s mouthtched firmer onto her neck. Her vision swam to a warm white as she felt the teeth dig into her skin. The pain was a sharp burst that shattered her thoughts, and then it melted away into gooey pleasure. Poison Fang? Like Calcine, but Brandy didn''t feel drunk this was a different kind of poison in her veins. Something that heightened her sensations and made time slow to a treacly pace. She''d been unable to ignore it, but now she could truly feel every bump on Sharpy''s finger, the little ridges rubbing over her walls as the long finger sank deep into her pussy and left her gaping. The sharp points of her teeth dripped more of their poison into her as they teased against her flesh. Even breathing was harder; Sharpy was so tight on her throat that Brandy was choking a little. "More. More, please." She was begging now. Her hips were bucking back and forth, trying to force the finger deeper, and she was whimpering and mewling as the teeth and tonguepped over her neck. "I can smell your heat," Sharpy growled into her throat, her low voice rumbled against Brandy''s skin. "You''ve soaked my finger; every breath you take rolls against my tongue. I know I''m getting to you." Brandy moaned at the absolute truth of that. Sharpy wanted to dominate her, and Brandy was willing to push her to do a thorough job of it. Her hands were still stuck to Sharpy''s sides, so she could only twist and writhe in ce as she was slowly eaten alive, and there was no reprieve from it all. Sharpy''s finger was driving her mad. She was already so close. "I''m enjoying this," Calcine said. She''d sprawled herself out on the sand, lying on her back and staring up at them both. Brandy tried to blow her a kiss, but it came out as a dirty moan that Calcine seemed to love even more. "The webbing melts under heat." "I don''t have Fire moves," Sharpy growled. "You help me." "Nah," Calcine said, shaking her head back and forth across the beach and getting sand in her hair. "Brandy''s the me that warms me; if you can''t get her hot enough to melt those webs, you don''t deserve my help." "I''ve got her begging, I''m going to make her cum." Sharpy growled around Brandy''s throat, and her finger sped up, pumping Brandy so hard she was bouncing on the thick digit. The friction was just so incredible. "She¡¯s panting for me. How much hotter could she really get?" Brandy''s brain was bing fog, and her throat was so parched that every breath stung. She needed water for her Steam Engine before it melted right in her chest, and she had a water type hanging off her neck. Sharpy thought she was in control, but Brandy was at her limit of waiting for the shark to try to soak her properly. Time to get herself a drink. The Novel will be updated first on this website. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone! 273 – Boiling Point 273 ¨C Boiling Point Brandy opened her mouth and was surprised when steam didn''t whistle out. She just felt so hot. Having her body pressed up against a staggeringly tall and beautiful woman who was doing her best to leave a thousand love bites all over her neck and shoulders would have been enough to have Brandy burning with desire. The Poison Fang ramped everything up an extra notch, and that ribbed, thick finger driving itself into her over and over again was turning her mind to mush. Brandy''s heart was hammering in her chest so hard she felt like she was about to blow. Painfully thirsty, Brandy flicked her tongue over Sharpy''s skin. Salty and warm, it was of no relief for her dry throat, and the way the skin rippled over her tongue, its rough texture was designed to inme the nerves. It just made Brandy boil even hotter. When Calcine wrapped Brandy up in her cloak, it was hard not to just give in to the enveloping warmth and be a boneless, sleepy mess. Calcine was smart enough to know its power, and she used it to win petty arguments sometimes. Pressed up against her childhood hero, getting savaged by those sharp teeth made Brandy feel like she was in the cloak, but instead of an approaching nap, it was a building need instead. Brandy needed satisfaction, water, love, and a good hard dick. Her body screamed for all of them, and it took all she had not just to give in and let Sharpy work her up so hot the webs melted off them both. She had to wrestle her thoughts back into order, stop them screaming about a need to be stuffed so full of dick that any further thought was impossible. It was hard. Every bit of Brandy wanted to submit to those desires; it was surely what Sharpy wanted, right? A tiny part of her thought there was more to it than that, and she trusted that dissenting thought to present a n because Brandy sure didn''t have one anymore. She thought she could handle Sharpy. It''d been long since Brandy was in a fight where she felt truly outssed. She''d gotten confidenttely in the power of her team and her own skills. Branwen had wanted to emte her, and Mercury had submitted to her, if very briefly. Brandy had felt like she was an unstoppable rising star, and now Sharpy was making it clear there was still a vast mountain to climb ahead of her. All it took was Sharpy''s finger curling inside her, grinding into the spongy spot that had Brandy''s vision turning into a glittering bright color and her breathing in short, desperate puffs. Sweat was pouring off her, and Brandy could smell herself. Wet and sweet, the mingled sweat and scent from her orange shampoo filled her lungs with each shuddering inhtion. Sharpy''s nostrils red, and they drank it up. The scent was making Sharpy even more vicious. The bite of her teeth into Brandy''s skin, the almost bruising way her fingers groped her, she was being so rough and yet still loving. Sharpy was a savage, but her desire for Brandy was clear with every frustrated grind of her cocks against Brandy''s soaked thighs. She was being rough because she had her prey right in her hands and had been denied a real taste of it. Brandy was on a knife''s edge. The slightest thing could make her tumble over into an endless series of orgasms, and the idea of it was so, so appealing. Sharpy''s Mega Stone tongue stud might as well have been on the moon for how confident Brandy was she could get at it anymore. But she could see out of the corner of her eye Calcine, sitting there cross-legged in the sand, so drunk she could barely hold her head up. Watching her with burning white eyes and a gentle bobbing nod. She believed Brandy could win this impossible, insane situation, but could Brandy let her down? Absolutely not. There is no n, so Brandy would have to improvise. She was good at that, and as Morgan had taught her, it paid to remember the rules you were working under. This gym was about baring hearts, and so far, she''d wrestled with her desires, her embarrassment, and, with thoughts of Cherry, even a little bit of shame and loss. Sparky had epted that she was a pretty fucking amazing Bug and finally became what she always was. A huge and wonderful pest. No doubt she and Morgan were making haj regret thinking she could take them both. Calcine, drunk as she was, also seemed more rxed and open. She''d never doubted Brandy, but she''d always been there to help if she wanted it. Right now, she was letting Brandy handle this all herself; the trust was immense. It probably wasn''t easy for the Rock Type to not be her bulwark, but Calcine was giving her the chance to shine on her own. Everyone had their hearts bared. Everyone. Except for Sharpy. "Your books," Brandy said as she felt those teeth again dig into her. Her voice came out as a gasp as she shuddered with need. "Are they real? Is that you?" The finger inside Brandy slowed and stopped. Sharpy''s face lifted, looking at Brandy, and her red eyes were full of fire. Poisonous drool dripped from her lips and sttered over the red bite marks stered all over Brandy''s neck and shoulders. The boost they gave to Brandy''s senses meant she could feel every wet line as it made its way down her body, dripping onto her breasts and trying to cross the curve before her unreal body heat melted them away. "You want to talk about books?" she growled, her voice pitched so low Brandy''s spine tingled just from the deep reverb of it. "Or do you want to get fucked?" "Both," Brandy replied, and her voice cracked. She sounded needy and desperate, and that was true. She was. "You''re my hero. I wanted to be you. Be with you. Someone who always helped people get what they wanted. But I meet you, and you''re just..." "Hungry?" Sharpy said, her lips splitting open into a fanged grin. "Monstrous? Consumed by an aching need to put one of these massive cocks in you?" She shifted her weight, and the webbing pulled tight, the threads creaking as she moved. Brandy tried to look, but Sharpy''s body was too close and the angle too awkward. She was still trying to figure out what Sharpy was doing when one of the two enormous bulges pressing up against her legs pulled free. There was a sound, like the pping of heavy silk, and then something thick and wet pped back against Brandy''s thigh, leaving a hot and slimy streak across it. "Fuck," Brandy''s whole body clenched at the touch. "You''re free?" "Getting the webs hot and wet seems to work." Sharpy grinned. "All that squirming makes me wet as well, you know?" Defeated by precum. Surely, this couldn''t be how it ended. "You''re going to get fucked, Brandy Joyce," Sharpy said, leaning in to lick Brandy''s cheek. Her tongue had that same roughness to it that was such a delight to have rasped over the flesh. Not so rough it hurt, just enough it was impossible to ignore the resistance. Dangerously stimting. The hard nub of the mega-stone felt warm against Brandy''s burning-hot cheek. "Talk while you can because I''m going to make you scream until your throat is too hoarse to talk." "Your books," Brandy said, unwilling to be beaten. "How much is you?" "All of me," Sharpy replied. "Every bit." Every bit. Brandy knew those books by heart. She was a product of them. If Sharpy wasn''t lying to her, and it didn''t feel like she was, then Brandy had a shot. A tiny one, but better than nothing. "Water types. Everyone says they''re about seduction, but that never felt right. You''re hot-" "Thanks." "Just the truth," Brandy smiled, "But you''re not seducing me. You''re more..." "Dominating you." Sharpy purred. "No!" Brandy said and bit her bottom lip hard. "Well, maybe a little. But if you wanted to rip this webbing off me and pin me down, I think you could. You could dip me in the water or chew it right off." "haj warned me about how perceptive you could be," Sharpy grinned, "But it''s fun to see it in action. So you don''t think I''m a monster or a hero? What am I? Just another Shark Lady for you to break?" "No," Brandy said, feeling like she was reaching the end of her rope. Her heart was beating hard enough to hurt, and her breathing was ragged. She needed Sharpy. Her cock, her mouth, her fingers, something, anything. Almost there, though, she could feel she had a grip on Sharpy''s heart. She just needed to bring the truth out. "You''re the Sharpy I read about. You''re like me. I think I finally get Water types. You don''t want to seduce humans. You want a reaction from them. You want to stir things up in our hearts. Don''t you?" "Some would call that seduction." "Well, I don''t," Brandy said, her voice a gasp. "You love emotions. That''s why Mahi enjoyed being the viin." "A cute fish viin we have," Calcine said. She was building an incredibly shitty sandcastle on her chest, but bless her, she seemed so happy about it. "Though she''s more reformed these days. Not important." "You don''t just want to fuck me," Brandy said, "You want me to be furious with you. Angry or determined, you''re pushing me to a boil on purpose. You want to see me explode." "You''re close to it too. I can tell." Sharpy said, nibbling at Brandy''s earlobe. "Since you''re so close to working it out, I''ll spill the secret. This gym fight was meant to be impossible to win fairly because it seems what you love doing to gyms, Brandy Joyce, is breaking them." "I don''t mean to," Brandy whined. "It just happens." "And you love it." Brandy blushed. There was an appeal to it. It did feel good to turn everything on its head. It really brought out the best in people. Still. Now it was clear how she could get Sharpy to fire off her Steam Engine. All she had to do was ask. "You want to see an explosion?" Brandy said. "Douse me. Soak me in water, and you''ll get a reaction. All the delicious emotional outburst you could ever want." "This is a trick." "It is." Brandy smiled. "But I''m just like you. You know I want it. I know you want it, and neither of us can resist pleasing a woman who needs it. You''re going to do it." "I am?" "Of this? I have no doubt." "Oh, Brandy," Sharpy sighed happily. "I pity the next gym that has to deal with you." And then there was a soft, rushing sound. The gentle ssh of the tide rolling over the sand, melting Calcine''s sandcastle with a disappointed ''aw'' and a thinyer of water pooling around Brandy''s feet. haj pushed her onto her back, the foamy surf trickling around the artificial beach, soaking into the suit¡¯s webbing and Brandy''s skin. Feeding her heart''s furnace and finally letting her burning Steam Engine bleed off some of that power. Energy rushed through Brandy''s veins. Strength filled her until she could feel the blood pounding in her ears. Brandy grabbed hold of Sharpy''s shoulders and just heaved. The wet webbing couldn''t resist her unreal body heat and boosted strengthbined. It ripped away, and Brandy shucked it off with a good few kicks. Sensitive, naked flesh pressed up to a giant shark woman who had every intention of drilling her brains out her ears. The thrill of it had Brandy''s heart pounding so fast it practically buzzed like Sparky''s throat when she was extra pleased with herself. "Finally." Brandy grinned and leaned in to bite the Mega Sharpedo''s shoulder in revenge. Hard. The gasp of shock she drew was so worth it. These Sharpedo''s were such suckers for a return chomping. "You''re going to fuck me. So. Fucking. Hard." "You sure?" Sharpy asked, her hands trailing down to grasp Brandy''s butt and pull her close. Her two giant cocks sandwiched Brandy''s body between them, their slick, wet heat almost unbearable. They twitched and throbbed. They wanted her. "You''ll never be the same again." "I know." Brandy licked her lips and let her hand slip between their bodies, feeling the soft, delicate skin that covered Sharpy''s cock. The softness was such a contrast to the thick, mind-tingling roughness of the rest of her. "I''ll be better." Brandy wrapped her hand around the shaft of Sharpy''s cock and guided the tip between her legs. The fat head was already glistening with precum and eager to please. Sharpy was just as ready for this as Brandy was. "Fuck me." "Ask politely." "Fuck me or go fuck yourself." Brandy grinned, earning a snort from Calcine. "I''m going to pound out everyst bit of bratty Bug that yellow fuzzball put into you," Sharpy shook her head. "You could have had it nice. No more nice. Remember that you wanted this." Brandy stuck out her tongue, but it wasn''t just bratty energy that filled her. She was bursting with so much more. Sharpy wanted emotion from her, and she''d get it. Brandy was done holding herself back. Brandy was letting it all out now. 274 – A Rumble in the Deep (18+) 274 ¨C A Rumble in the Deep (18+) Pok¨¦mon outssed humanity in so many ways, and inheritance was there to help humans close that gap. As humans lived and loved, they gained power from partners. New abilities, strength, stamina, and maybe even an entirely new look. There were countless stories of humans whose ordinary lives werepletely upturned when they met a partner who resonated with them. Their love helped them be closer to who they should be or maybe threw them a curveball they''d never expected. Getting stronger and improving day by day as your love deepens was the dream offered by Pok¨¦mon partners. A showering of gifts for caring. Brandy loved her Compound Eyes. The rity it gave her vision, the ability to see in such fine detail she could see the rough nodules on Sharpy''s skin others couldn''t. The coordination it gave her to do impossible things, like grab giant Shark Women moving faster than the regr eye could keep up. It was an inheritance with no downsides from a Bug who had only just truly learned that her partners genuinely appreciated all she had to offer. Once this was all over, Brandy would spoil the bug a bit. For now, she put that inheritance to use pleasuring Sharpy. The giant shark woman was powerful, but even she struggled to wrangle Brandy and two hard cocks at the same time. She needed her hands to pin Brandy down so she would not get anywhere further without help. Brandy was merciful enough to lend a set of dexterous hands. Brandy couldn''t see what she was doing; her face was filled with tits and the bottom of Sharpy''s head, those massive teeth shining over the horizon, but thanks to Sparky''s inheritance, thatplex bit of dexterity to wrangle some cocks was easy. They were already sticky with Precum, and it was a simple matter to wrap a hand around each throbbing cock, let the stickiness aid her grip, and give them both a slow, gentle squeeze. Fuck she wished she could see Sharpy''s eyes. Her muffled moan wasn''t enough for Brandy, she wanted so much more. That was her Steam Engine talking. It''d been fed heat and water, and now it was pumping, ready to make steam to fill the boiler and let the pistons go. She was hot, so fucking hot, and she wanted to spread that heat into Sharpy''s body. Make the Shark Woman sweat and shake as she could not handle this furnace Calcine had put in Brandy''s heart. Brandy needed to let out some steam, and she picked the cock pressing into her stomach as her first target. One hand squeezed down on the dense flesh while the other wrapped around the thick shaft, and with it fully secured, Brandy pumped. Her hand ran from the base to the tip, squeezing, pulling the skin over the muscle beneath. Up and down, a slow, steady rhythm. Sharpy moaned again. A little louder this time and used her strength and size to press Brandy down into the wet,pact sand. Her hands pinned Brandy down by the shoulders, but Sharpy could also use them to slide Brandy back and forth, grinding her up against her cocks. Brandy had no problems with this and used the added momentum to speed it up. Her arm ached as she moved faster, her hand rippled along all that dick, the hefty feeling of it under Brandy''s grip an exciting delight. Her palms were warm, and she was already making Sharpy pant just from her contact with the ball of heat Brandy was right now. As she moved, she felt more of Sharpy''s cock press into her chest, firmly stabbing her stomach. She wanted to be inside Brandy, but her rutting wasn''t dexterous enough to pull it off without letting Brandy go. Brandy had other ideas and let Sharpy''s cock free, her hand slick with Precum, to slide her body down the length of the cock, allowing both of them to p against her stomach as Sharpy''s ws dug into Brandy''s shoulders. She didn''t have the leverage to stop Brandy; her powered-up Steam Engine made her strong enough to resist the Mega Sharpedo''s ridiculously powerful arms. Brandy would have had no hope in a fair contest of strength, but she didn''t care about being fair. She cared about getting fucked, as good and hard as possible. She wanted to work Sharpy up as madly as Brandy felt right now. The frustration helped get Sharpy there. Brandy let the two cocks press into her belly, marveling at how beautifully thick they were, and she reached around Sharpy''s thick hips and took a firm grip on that Shark''s ass. The powerful muscles underneath rippled under her fingers, and she had to spread them wide to get them even partly around the base of that massive Sharpedo tail. Sharpy was built like a tank, and Brandy would take advantage of it. Using her new grip, Brandy yanked Sharpy forward. She didn''t care about getting clumps of sand into her hair or worry about the massive breasts that smothered her, water sshing around her as Sharpy thrashed with pent-up hunger. She focused on those cocks, and the slick, hot feeling of them rubbing against her stomach, trapped between Brandy and Sharpy''s body. The Shark Woman had no idea how to deal with this, the pressure on her sensitive dick was driving her mad. Brandy didn''t relent; her arms strained as she pushed herself harder, and her Steam Engine worked overtime to give her strength. Like a machine press, Brandy ground Sharpy over her body. "You little brat," Sharpy snarled, "You want a good fucking, don''t you? Stop ying." "Not until you beg for it," Brandy said, voice muffled under Sharpy''s breasts. She knew Sharpy would never cave. Her pride was too strong, and her need for control was too fierce. She was just stoking Sharpy''s own steam engine. Making her angrier and more in touch with her feral side. "I''ll destroy you!" "Promises, promises." Sharpy let out a long, frustrated growl, and then Brandy felt something wet and firm slip inside her. It was strange, boneless but not at all like a cock, more like a hand palm, flexing with Brandy''s body and slipping deeper and deeper until it suddenly became disablingly thick, spreading her pussy wide as something thicker even than Sharpy''s dick tried to force its way into her. It couldn''t, but that didn''t stop Brandy from feeling fireworks from it all. Her head ground back into the wet sand, and as she gasped, Sharpy''s tongue slipped out from between her lips, and she yanked Brandy up, filling her mouth with so much tongue. The wet, flicking muscle stuffed Brandy''s cheeks almost as thoroughly as that mass plowing her pussy. Brandy''s Steam Engine wanted the release; all this buildup had Brandy overheating, and her body shook. Her hands lost their grip, and her arms flopped to the sides. She let herself enjoy it all. She could feel the hard lump of the mega stone tongue stud in the kiss but couldn''t focus on it as she was filled with so much of Sharpy. Her head span when the kiss broke, Sharpy''s teeth scraping her chin. "Tail slut," Sharpy growled. "Two perfect cocks, and you''re thirsty for my tail." "Too big," Brandy gasped. "Like you. Too much." Sharpy justughed at her, "You talked such a big game, but you''re out of your league." It was degrading, but strangely it felt nice. Sharpy was big and strong enough to finally satisfy Brandy. How long had it been since she was thoroughly worn out? Brandy shook her head but couldn''t get in a bratty response as that massive tongue filled her mouth again, stealing her words and her breath. She could barely move as her body was pushed to the edge. The tongue was too much, and she was starting to ache for some actual fucking. The teasing went the other way as Sharpy yed with Brandy''s body. Out of the corner of Brandy''s eye, she could see Calcine watching, lying on her front and kicking her legs in the air as she watched Sharpy crush Brandy with her weight. She looked so adoringly proud of Brandy. Her smile was dazzling, and her eyes glowed as she watched her girlfriend about to be utterly destroyed. She was clearly imagining herself in Sharpy''s position, no doubt in her big Coalossal form, overpoweringly beautiful and strong. She saw Brandy looking and winked at her, mouthing the words, ''You can take it.'' and waggling her eyebrows. That was all Brandy needed. If she wanted some future Coalossal dick, she couldn''t fail here. Her Steam Engine roared, and that burning need to be fucked felt like it was going to burst out of her chest if she didn''t satisfy it. Brandy wanted to be stuffed now, and she was going to make Sharpy give it to her. Brandy forced her hands under Sharpy''s breasts, feeling the heavy muscle shift under her palms, and dug her nails in. She heard the Shark Woman snarl, but she didn''t care, she was too desperate for sex to stop and admire the gorgeous tits anymore. The nails dug in deeper, and Brandy was amazed she hadn''t drawn blood yet, the skin was so tough. But Sharpy was sensitive enough to feel it, and her body shook, her tail pping into the wet sand as Brandy pushed Sharpy into position, the two cocks sliding across Brandy''s body and grinding the sensitive flesh. Water leaped up from the ground and washed all those little grits of sand away from both, getting them ready. Even horny as hell, Sharpy was at least experienced enough to know that was a problem they wouldn''t want to deal with. "Do it," Brandy gasped, pulling her mouth off the tongue, the wet surface sliding out from between her lips with a pop. "Stop being a bitch and fuck me!" "So fucking needy," Sharpy moaned, her massive tongue rolling out and pping across Brandy''s cheek. The Megastone was right there, lying on her cheek. She could bite it and pull it off, it''d be so easy. But no. Brandy wanted to fuck a Mega. She was damn well going to do it. Brandy took a deep breath, her lungs aching for air, and felt Sharpy''s body lift off her, the two cocks pulling away. Her skin tingled, and her body cried out to have it back. But Sharpy wanted to show them off, force Brandy to look down at her body, and see what wasing. It was a daunting sight. The two cocks were huge, and Brandy''s brain stuttered as they loomed over her body. Some part of her cried in a panic about whether this would even fit, but it was quickly locked away by the baying thoughts that wanted to be absolutely plowed into oblivion. The horny thoughts were in charge now, and that was fine by Brandy. Sharpy lowered herself with smug satisfaction as she saw Brandy''s eyes widen. Brandy felt the two tips prodding into her, sliding over her body until they both found a hole. She was taking them both, ass and pussy, and arguing at this point was pointless. All she could do was try to rx and conserve her strength for what was toe. The cocks were slick, coated with swirling water that helped them slide home. Not easily, fuck no, but it wasn''t a whole mission to spear Brandy. Sharpy almost made it look effortless. The sensation of the twin tips pushing in and splitting her open felt better than anything had a right to. She was being stuffed to the limit and beyond, and her mind nked out as the sheer amount of cock filled her. She found Calcine''s eyes again and drew strength from her smiling stare. Fuck. It felt like it would never end. More and more of Sharpy pressed in, the pressure was overwhelming, but Brandy''s body was used to pressure by now. The fires inside her had readied her for a stuffing like this, and her muscles clenched around all that dick as Brandy finally moved, her hips lifting her to try to meet Sharpy''s thrusts. The Shark Woman let out a gasp as her cocks were pulled deeper into Brandy, and she grabbed Brandy''s hips and helped her try to bury thest few inches. She couldn''t, Brandy wasn''t rxed enough yet, but that pressure, oh fuck that pressure. It made Brandy''s blood boil. "You''re a little Volcano, aren''t you?" Sharpy said as she licked across Brandy''s shoulder. "A disaster, building up for an explosion." Brandy nodded. Words were too hard right now, all her attention was on those cocks, and the slow, gentle rhythm of them sliding in and out of her. She was tight around them, the water helped ease things a little, but there was so much inside her that her body was struggling to even process the feeling. There was a numbness to her body that was slowly melting into pleasure as she could evenprehend the scale of the fucking she was about to get. That was okay. This was just the start, the warm-up. Brandy was a Volcano, and when she blew, nothing would be left of this Mega Pok¨¦mon but a melted, panting heap. 275 – Let Her Cook (18+) 275 ¨C Let Her Cook (18+) Brandy didn''t scream. She couldn''t anymore. Her throat was raw; she''d run out of moans and yelps long ago. The only sound left was the harsh, ragged noise of her breathing and the wet p of her and Sharpy''s bodies meeting. The shark woman''s teeth were mped firmly into Brandy''s shoulders, biting hard enough to mark the skin without piercing it. Oh, but she wanted to. She so badly wanted to. Brandy could tell that the Mega Sharpedo was far from done. She''d gotten a chance to let loose and seized it in ws, jaws, and a firm tail wrap. Sharpy had pinned her legs up, cing Brandy in a mating press, and her massive, powerful body easily crushed Brandy into thepacted sand. Every thrust pounded wet sand and sshed the water around them. Sharpy was a relentless monster, and her wildness was infectious. Brandy had no idea how long she''d been in that position. Her world had shrunk down to the feeling of the cocks hammering inside of her, Sharpy''s powerful, muscr body pinning her, that massive tongue wrapped around her throat, holding Brandy in ce and keeping her right where the shark wanted her. The Mega Stone glistened on Brandy''s neck; she could just reach up and pluck it off if she wanted to. Sharpy was daring her to do it. Brandy wasn''t sure if it was out of kindness or an implicit challenge; it was hard to think through the brain fog of multiple orgasms. But with a shaky hand, she reached up and stroked the gemstone, feeling how hot it felt between her fingertips. Sharpy''s eyes narrowed as she stopped her thrusts and leaned in until she was touching her nose with Brandy, staring right into her eyes. "Well?" she growled, her speech slurred with how much tongue she had hanging out of her mouth. "Ready to admit you can''t handle me?" Implicit challenge it was. A smarter trainer would have taken the handicap. Brandy already knew she could fuck a Sharpedo senseless. She reached up with her shaky hand and ran her thumb over the rows of sharp teeth, her spine tingling from the thrill of the danger of it. Then she grabbed Sharpy''s cheek and pulled her closer. "More," Brandy managed, the words barely a whisper. "What was that? I couldn''t hear you over the sounds of you being my bitch," Sharpy said, her tone dripping with a vicious glee. "More," Brandy said, forcing her voice loud enough for the words to beprehensible. She could feel the steam in her body, bubbling and churning in her belly and chest. If Sharpy could push her a little more, she could blow. The sharkughed, and Brandy''s head swam from the sensation of her cocks throbbing and her tongue squeezing against her throat. Then Sharpy started moving again, a slow, teasing rhythm that was just enough to make her even more achingly needy. Brandy could have cried; Sharpy was teasing when they should have been past that. The Mega Sharpedo wanted to destroy her, and Brandy wanted to be destroyed. Their needs were aligned! Sharpy just wasn''t willing to do it. As much fun as she was having, she was still a Gym Leader''s Pok¨¦mon. She wouldn''t put a challenger in the Pok¨¦ Center if she could avoid it. She fucked Brandy well, but she could have done it better, so much better. Brandy groaned in frustration, her head pounding and her vision blurry. Her hands were limp at her sides, and she felt she was so very close to another orgasm. Sharpy was too. Her eyes were half-lidded, and her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she pounded Brandy into the ground. Her muscles were tight, her breathing shallow and quick. They were both on the edge, and the shark woman was determined to stay there, refusing to be the one to break first. "Come on," Brandy muttered, the words slurring together. Sharpy just let out a low, throaty growl. Her pace didn''t slow. Her grip didn''t loosen. Brandy could see her eyes, dark and intense. She wanted to win apetition Brandy had given up on about four orgasms ago. It was pure bliss and also so infuriating. Brandy needed Sharpy to give her all, but for all her bratty teasing and boundless stamina, she just wasn''t strong enough to truly inspire her childhood hero. Laying her head back against the wet sand, Brandy leaned to the side to catch Calcine''s eyes. The Carkol had crawled closer and closer, and with a wobbly armed stretch, Brandy could almost touch her cheek. Calcine grabbed her wrist and pulled her fingers up to her mouth, sucking on them one by one with slow, deliberate bobs of her head. Her mouth was so beautifully warm, and Brandy moaned as Calcine''s tongue traced the lines of her palm. "Please," Brandy said, her voice little more than a whisper. Calcine just hummed softly, and the vibrations sent shivers up her arm. Then the Carkol pressed a kiss to the center of her palm, and the warmth and softness were such a sweet contrast to the pounding rhythm that it was enough to tip Brandy over the edge. Her body went limp, and she could vaguely hear Sharpyughing and muttering something about finally having made her break, but it was lost in the rush of her heartbeat in her ears. All she could focus on was the warmth of Calcine''s mouth and the waves of pleasure rippling through her body. As she came down from the high,ughter and the water sshing faded into the mix. Sharpy had stopped moving and was grinning down at Brandy. She didn''t seem particrly disappointed or frustrated. If anything, she seemed happy with her performance. "What a way to end a good fuck," she said, licking her lips. "You''ve lost, but you gave it your best." "I tried," Brandy said, her voice hoarse and her throat dry. She swallowed thickly and tried to sit up, but Sharpy wouldn¡¯t let her do it alone. Her tongue coiled around Brandy¡¯s torso and yanked her upright. The shark''s arms wrapped around her, and she pulled her tight. Brandy gasped and tried to squirm, but it was no use. Sharpy was holding her in a vice grip. "I love that you''re a fan," Sharpy said, running her ws up and down Brandy''s back. "With haj, we''ve made so many women happy. I adore her, you know? She''s let me touch hearts all across the world." Calcine must have been stroking her neck over Brandy''s hand; she couldn''t see, but she could feel the pounding pulse in Calcine''s neck. A rhythmic, rumbling thump, like the distant coughs of a volcano clearing its throat for an explosion. Brandy didn''t know what it was like to touch millions of hearts like Sharpy and haj, but she knew what it was like to touch three. To inspire the best from them. She wanted to see the best of everyone. No matter what it took. Brandy took a deep breath, then she reached into Sharpy''s mouth, grabbed the Mega Stone tongue stud, and pulled. Sharpy let out a gasp. Her eyes rolled back, and her jaws closed on Brandy. But she couldn''t bite too hard; Brandy had yanked the Mega Stone but not pulled it out entirely. If she bit down, Brandy would pull it free in the shock of pain. She had Sharpy on a leash. Her total, undivided attention. Brandy grinned and leaned in close, pressing their foreheads together. She looked straight into Sharpy''s eyes and smiled. "You were a good match," Brandy whispered, running her other hand up and down Sharpy''s rough, bumpy skin. Wonderfully fun to touch. "But we''re not done." "You''re spent," Sharpy mumbled around Brandy''s hand. "You can barely move." "Calcine," Brandy said, "me Charge. Me." Calcine''s hot breath rushed over her skin, and mes came with it. It crackled over Brandy''s skin, but she didn''t burn. The fire felt like a part of her, rippling over her flesh and making her whole body sing. Her hair flowed in the warm breeze, and even her smile gleamed. She was alive, and the mes filled her with Sparky''s buzzing electricity. She could have toppled the world. Sharpy was lost, staring into her eyes, captivated by the mes. "Now," Brandy said, her hand trembling slightly. The heat was almost too much, and her vision was swimming. Her heart was thundering, and her lungs were screaming from all this built-up power. "I could win right here, right now. If I pull this megastone free, you won''t survive me. I''ll ride you into the sands until the heat turns it all to ss." Brandy let go of the gem. She scraped her arm past Sharpy''s teeth and then wrapped her arms around the shark''s neck with a big smile and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "This challenge was about bearing hearts. I want you to fuck me like you need to." Calcine smiled over Brandy''s shoulder, drunkenly nuzzling the side of her head. "And if you don''t," Calcine said dreamily. "You couldn''t bear your heart to us. You''ll have shown haj hasn''t taught you well. So we''ll be taking her Gym Badge." "What?" Sharpy gasped. "You can''t be serious." "You heard us. Fuck me properly," Brandy grinned. "Or we''re taking over this Gym." The Novel will be updated first on this website. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone! 276 – Baked Flake (18+) 276 ¨C Baked ke (18+) Calcine loved Brandy so much. Her beautiful redheaded trainer, all fire and passion. The way she moved was poetry, her hips swaying with every thrust and her breasts bouncing as Sharpy pounded a Brandy shaped hole into the sand. Her moans were a beautiful melody, and as Calcine squeezed Brandy''s hand, supporting her through the drilling she''d absolutely brought on herself, Calcine would have sworn Brandy''s body heat was like the sun''s warmth. Soothing, beautiful, nurashing. Nurashing? That wasn''t a word. Fuck. Calcine was so drunk. Not an easy feat for a Carkol. Her blood was molten rock, and the poison wasn''t able to flow thick and fast in her veins. It showed the sheer terrifying strength of a Mega Pok¨¦mon that it had a lingering effect. A few thoughts slipped here and there to nonsense, and a lot of unfamiliar thoughts seemed to be floating on the surface of her mind. Calcine never blushed, but she felt warm-cheeked and oddly giddy right now. She didn''t want sex; she wanted to touch things and enjoy the feeling under her fingertips. Hold something solid like Brandy''s hand and anchor herself to this beautiful world through her grip. Calcine knew how horribly sappy that metaphor was, but she didn''t even mind. Being wasted on Poison Fang was quite a lovely experience, and she had the best show to enjoy to cap it off. She got to watch Brandy get everything she wanted, making this moment extra special. Calcine only wished Sparky and Morgan could have shared it. Sneaking a quick look, she saw Sparky being straddled, using all her hands to support haj''s weight as she bounced on her lover''s tremendous cock. The Gym Leader would have likely been making a lot of noise if Morgan wasn''t busy stuffing haj''s throat full. It was hard to tell who was winning; haj seemed to be just enjoying herself and not even trying to take charge. Sparky''s eyes were closed, her face a mask of pure, satisfied bliss. Morgan was smirking, her lips pulled into a confident grin as she rode haj''s face, her wing cradling the back of the Gym leader''s head. Good for them both, working together atst. Calcine worried about Morgan sometimes. The Murkrow fronted a lot of confidence, but her need for approval was obvious. Her Dark and Flying Types were at war inside her, one side demanding attention, the other demanding independence. She''d pick a fight with Calcine to try to take charge but melt and shy away when pressed. Their witchy little bird was still finding herself, and Calcine wanted to get her there. Feel those ck feathers between her fingertips, coax out some moans from that pretty throat that could make such lovely noises when she wasn''t trying so hard. Brandy gave a scream of pleasure, and her fingers clenched around Calcine''s. Calcine was an expert in Brandy fucking now. While this wasn''t the hardest Brandy had ever taken it, the sheer emotional satisfaction of it all radiated off her. She was living out a dream, and even if it wasn''t the best experience she''d ever had, the anticipation of it. That must have made it pretty damn sweet. The redhead''s whole body shuddered, and she slumped back. Her breasts heaved with breath, and her eyes fluttered. Calcine had been trying to count the orgasms, and she had lost track after the fifth. The heat rippled off Brandy''s skin, and the soothing warmth made the mes inside Calcine''s chest dance and leap joyfully. She fed fire back for Brandy''s Steam Engine to drink up, recharging her partner before her body gave out under the stress. Brandy moaned silent words, and Calcine knew what they meant. Dipping her head, she let Brandy kiss Calcine''s cheek in thanks. A quick peck, but full of warmth and love. "You''re amazing," Brandy whispered, her voice froggy from all the moaning. "You really are." "I''m a pretty big deal," Calcine grinned. She loved saying that, and it became more and more true every day. "Sharpy... I dare you..." Brandy groaned and was silenced by Sharpy''srge hand sped over her mouth. "Shut up," Sharpy growled, "This mouth is for moaning my name and telling me I''m the best." White eyes glowing with heat, Calcine gripped Sharpy''s wrist and stared into her red eyes. It was a staring contest that Calcine easily won. She didn''t have two dicks in the greatest Trainer in Gr right now, throwing her off her game. "What?" Sharpy snapped moodily, being a bit of a poor loser. "I can''t help she wants it so bad. Listen to her." Sharpy rolled her hips, and Calcine swore she could see Brandy''s stomach stretching as those huge cocks moved around inside her. The trainer''s eyes were closed, her breathing in short, sharp bursts, and a soft whimper of pleasure escaped her throat and fluttered around Sharpy''s fingers. "You''re her first hero." Calcine said, "She''s always looked up to you. Compliment her." "I could sweep you away with my Whirlpool in a blink." Sharpy snorted, "You''re barely able to sit up straight. I''ve got as much inside you as I do in her." "She''s been in love with you since she was a kid." Calcine''s voice was soft, almost insultingly lecturing. "You want to really break her? Tell her how good she is." Sharpy glowered, and it looked like she''d snap at Calcine''s arm, grinding her teeth. She was clearly considering it. Finally, she sighed and released Brandy''s mouth, pulling her hand back and letting it rest on Brandy''s chest, palming a breast in one giant hand and giving it a squeeze so firm it made Brandy shake and gasp even louder. "You''re amazing," Sharpy muttered, "I mean it." "You can do better than that." Calcine said, "Come on, don''t you feel good fucking her right now? Describe it for me." "She''s a tight, hot fit," Sharpy said, and there was a note of awe in her voice, "You might not feel it with your Fire Typing, but her body is zing around me. All that warmth it''s making her so wet. Her insides are so soft, so inviting, it''s like my dicks belong in her. Like she was born to for me to ruin absolutely." "Better," Calcine said, licking her lips. "Engage the senses; as good as she is, she''s not just a hot squishy pussy. You like to bite. How does she taste?" Sharpy didn''t reply right away. Her head dipped down, and she buried her face between Brandy''s breasts. Calcine could watch those teeth sh as she chewed, and Brandy''s back arched as whatever Move she was using crashed through her. She screamed with pleasure, and Calcine had to squeeze her hand hard to keep her grounded. That bite could have broken her. Sharpy was clearly trying to get that reaction. Not her Brandy. If Sharpy wanted that victory, she''d have to exhaust herself getting it. "She tastes like sweat," Sharpy said, "Salty and thick on the tongue, but that''s all humans when they''re properly fucked. Beneath that is her real taste, something powerful. It burns in the back of your throat, yet it feels so good to swallow. You want more, and more until you''re choking on it." "Addictive," Calcine nodded, stroking Brandy''s lips. Her trainer suckled each one, eager for every bit of Calcine she could get. Her wonderfully determined heat vampire was far from done. "It''s hard to let go, even when you''ve had all you can take. You want to give in and lose yourself in her, isn''t that right, Sharpy?" "Mmm," Sharpy groaned. Her hands slid over Brandy''s skin, the tips of her ws tracing patterns in the trainer''s sweat-slicked skin. She squeezed, her nails digging in, and Calcine could smell her partner''s arousal in the air. "You want to fuck her so badly because it feels so right." Calcine encouraged, "The way she moans, the way she clings to your cock, the way she wraps her legs around your hips, trying to pull you deeper even as you fuck her so hard she''s probably seeing her life sh before her eyes." "You''re doing a pretty good job describing it," Sharpyughed. "I''ve got her right where I want her, all mine." The Mega Sharpedo was enjoying the praise. Calcine could hear the edge in her voice, a note of desire. She wasn''t just fucking Brandy anymore to get off, she was fucking her to impress Calcine, and that was a new thrill for her. "How good does it feel?" "Her pussy is perfect," Sharpy said, and there was a soft note in her voice, a tone of awe and wonder, "The way it hugs me, so tight and warm, it''s like she''s trying to milk everyst drop from my cocks. I can''t help but push deeper; the more she takes, the more she wants. I''m throbbing inside her, and all I can think about is filling her up until her eyes turn white." "Do it," Calcinemanded. Sharpy didn''t move, staring at Calcine''s audacity. "I know how much you want to," Calcine said, hammering the point home. "I can see your cock throbbing just talking about it. You''re so close, aren''t you? Do you really think you''ll hold on to it for long?" "You actually are trying to take over this gym." Sharpy snorted, "Unbelievable." "Just give in, Sharpy." Calcine''s voice was almost a coo, her lips pulled into a wicked smile. "Fill her up. She''s begging for it. Can''t you hear her moaning for you to do it? Be a good shark and feast on your prize." "Fuck you," Sharpy growled. "You don''t order me." "Stop pretending you don''t want this," Calcine asked, "If you can''t bare your heart, I''m not giving you our Gym Badge." Sharpy growled low and loud, and Calcine could feel the heat radiating from her body. "Arceus, you''re both insufferable," Sharpy growled, her teeth shing again, her face buried in Brandy''s throat. Brandy''s screams were muffled in Sharpy''s skin, and Calcine could hear the Pok¨¦mon''s jaw snapping. "That''s a yes," Calcine said, smiling. "Shut it," Sharpy said, her voice muffled through the throat she was chewing. She grabbed Brandy''s shoulders, squeezing them. She didn''t dig her nails in, but Brandy screamed anyway. Her toes curled, and her body jerked as Sharpy thrust her hips harder. "Fuuuuuuck," Sharpy growled. The sound was guttural, a bestial snarl that echoed around the chamber. She was losing control, and Calcine couldn''t hide her grin. Her eyes met Brandy''s, and they were ssy, unfocused, staring out beyond the gym into some other world. She was a hot mess, her tongue hanging from her panting mouth as Sharpy''s hips pumped away. "Good girl," Calcine whispered, squeezing Brandy''s hand. "We got this." Sharpy''s head fell back, her mouth opening in a silent scream of blissful release. Her eyes were wide as the pleasure washed over her, drowning her in waves. Her dicks throbbed, and her whole body went rigid. Calcine felt the tension build inside her and then the release as Sharpy finally let go, her dicks pulsing as she filled Brandy up as promised. It was messy, Brandy got filled fast, and cum soaked the sands as Sharpy was locked solid in a long, powerful orgasm. It made it so easy to reach into her mouth, grab the Mega Stone tongue stud, and pull it out. Staring Sharpy dead in the eye, the still-orgasming Mega Sharpedo watched Calcine drunkenly fiddle with the barbell opposite the glittering stone. She tried to swipe at her, but her arm was still spasming as she was wracked by a powerful twin orgasm. All she could do was uselessly il as Calcine unscrewed the securing barbell and pulled the Mega Stone free. Purple and white mes poured out of Sharpy''s skin, and her body shrank. Her Mega Evolution failed, and she copsed,nding in the sand with a st. The sudden loss of weight drove her to the ground. Brandy moaned, and her grip on Calcine''s hand fell away. Passed out. Don''t worry, Brandy, Calcine has this. Taking a deep breath, Calcine stood up and wobbled on her feet. Then, with iling arms, she fell right atop the gasping Sharpedo with a heavy crunch. "YOU ARE STILL DRUNK." Sharpy roared, trying to chew through Calcine''s shoulder. But without her Mega strength, she couldn''t quite sink her teeth deep enough to cause much effect. "Shut up and cuddle," Calcine said, getting her arms in a bearhug around the shark woman. "You were great. That was really hot. Good job. I''m really happy for you." "Oh, fuck off." Sharpy moaned, struggling to break Calcine''s iron grip. "I''m going to make your incredibly fuckable trainer eat our badge! Your team is a menace! We''re telling the next Gym to give you hell!" She was all but confirming that Brandy was going to get her badge. Yes! Perfect. Calcine squeezed tighter, enjoying the feeling of teeth scratching over her skin. She couldn''t wait to tell Brandy. "Rather than try to bite me," Calcine said, swimming in the high. If you roll over, I''ll show why I''m such a big deal." "You roll over, and I''ll show you why I''m a bigger one!" Sharpy growled. "sted Rock Types, unchewable!" Well. They could wrestle over this one. To the victor goes the ass. Seemed only right. 277 – A Long Hot Shower 277 ¨C A Long Hot Shower A stter of warm water on Brandy''s skin woke her up, but slowly. The water pooled between her breasts and ran in rivulets down her side, but she was too tired to respond to it. She justy there luxuriating, eyes closed and back against something wonderfully soft. The contented murmurs of her team flowed around her. They sounded happy, and the fact that they were all satisfied made Brandy smile so wide that her jaw ached. It probably ached for other reasons, too, the thick taste of Sharpy still lying heavy on her tastebuds, but she chose to believe the ache was due to the smile. A hand on her hip squeezed, and Brandy couldn''t help but moan. Her whole body tingled as familiar electricity fizzled through her, kicking her deadened nerves back to life. That and the fuzzy fur she seemed to be lying on was all she needed to pick out who was trying to rouse her. "Spaaaarky," Brandy slurred. "She remembers who I am," Sparky chirped. She nuzzled her trainer, rubbing her cheek against Brandy''s and sending a few stray sparks flying. The tiny jolts tickled and made Brandy giggle. "I thought you''d fucked the brains right out of her." "I tried," Sharpy said from somewhere above. "There was interference." "I didn''t hear youin about it," Calcine purred. Her tone was pure molten gold, a balm to the ears. "You could have fought harder if you really wanted her." "You have quite the team at your back, Brandy," Sharpy huffed. ¡°I can see where you get your stamina from; it''s not easy to deal with." "Mmm," Brandy groaned, finally opening her eyes. Morgan rested her head in Brandy''sp, hat over her face, as she made a whistling chirp of a snore. The brim covered the top of her head from view. If there was ever a chance to see what was beneath it... "It won''t work," Sparky said behind her, reading her impulses effortlessly. ¡°I tried, but it just teleports back, no matter how many hands I use." "We''ll get it one day," Brandy promised. It was a scheme worth the time of a bug and her trainer. Brandy moved her aching hands to find a pair of Sparky''s hands,cing her fingers and squeezing. "Well, now your boobs are undefended," Sparky snickered, both her free handsing up to cup Brandy''s chest and squeezing firmly, her fingers pressing into the doughy flesh like she was trying to knead them to be fluffier. Brandy gasped and let her eyes fall closed again. She felt Sparky''s thumbs slide over her nipples and circle the tender flesh, drawing a squeak of a moan from her throat. Sparky was relentless, her fingers ying and pinching, her lips pressing against the back of her neck and kissing a crackling path down her spine. "Mmmm," Sparky moaned happily. "She still tastes just as good. I can''t wait to sink my new fangs into this beautiful butt of hers." "I''d love to see that." Calcine''s voice was suddenly far closer, and the soft heat of her body was a nket over Brandy''s back, a warm contrast to the cool chill of Morgan''s wet feathers in herp. She could feel a part of the tail pping against her skin as Calcine moved about; Sharpy was also dragged into this cuddle somewhere. A warm pile soaked with shower water. It made her Steam Engine purr happily, slowly chasing away the crippling exhaustion that was weighing her down. "So," Brandy said after a few quiet minutes, just enjoying the feeling of their hands on her body and the warmth of her partner''s body coaxing her back to life. "If we''re in the showers, the fight is over. What happened?" "Well, haj came her brains out," Calcine chuckled, her hot breath brushing Brandy''s ear. "These two really gave their all." "It was glorious," Sparky said, and Brandy could hear the grin in her voice. "I went down on her so hard my tongue is a bit numb. Morgan worked her heart out to ensure I got to try out my new body. Fingers, the dick, all of it. She was a champ taking the heat." Brandy patted the snoring Morgan''s chest. It was nice of her to look out for Sparky. She didn''t always get on with the team, but everyone doing their best certainly helped motivate thepetitive bird to be a team yer. No doubt she''d expect Sparky to match up against her some time and show if those skills were enough. "Where is haj?" Brandy asked, pausing to wait for an answer. No one came, so clearly, they wanted her to guess. "Is she in the center?" "You wish," a tired voice said. It was haj, and she hugged the bottom of Sharpy''s tail like aforter. "You''d steal the Gym out from under me if I left." Oh. Yeah. Brandy had said that, hadn''t she? Empowered by Galvant breast fondling, Brandy was willing to just own it. "I''ll let you keep it if you tell me where Cherry is," Brandy said, "I''m nice like that." "That''s not for me to say. She''s her own woman. But I promise I''ll tell her you''re looking." haj says, slowly pushing herself to a seat and stretching her long arms. They were back to a pale pink, and only some freckly blue blotches of her Rough Skin remained along the shoulders. "I think she wants to approach you at her own pace. But she didn''t have any bad words for you; she just wanted a run-up?" That made sense. Brandy and Cherry had ended on a t note. In love, but never entirely sealing the deal. Lingering moments like that weren''t going to be easy to tackle. Brandy was d she didn''t have to worry about a meeting right now; it''d really distract her until it happened, and it wasn''t guaranteed to happen anytime soon. A surprise Cherry at some point? That sounded like quite a pleasant surprise. "Okay." Brandy smiled, nuzzling back into Sparky''s chest fluff as the water sshed over her skin. "I can live with that." "The cheek of youth," haj snorted. "So, with that out of the way, let''s talk about you, Brandy. You probably figured out from Sharpy being a Mega for the final challenge that this wasn''t a fight you were meant to win." "Did I win?" Brandy said, "I passed out, but you seem pretty out of it yourself." "Let''s call a tie," hajughed. "If youe back, I''m going to need a bigger team. But let''s pretend you lost decisively. What do you think the point of that was?" Brandy thought about it quietly as Calcine kissed along her shoulder, warm andforting. Morgan''s feathers felt good to ruffle between her fingers. The slowly snoozing Murkrow would have known the answer; this was exactly her sort of puzzle, but Brandy had to hold her own. So, what was the lesson? Learning to lose? That could have been it, but Brandy felt that if that were the lesson, haj would have stacked the deck even more. She''d have made Brandy struggle more in the first room, which had honestly been a fun romp. While Sharpy had gone hard on Brandy, she had needed to be coaxed to go really hard. Her holding back made no sense if that was the lesson. It was better to think of it in terms of the theme. Baring Hearts. haj knew Brandy really well with Cherry''s help. Well, enough to read her old cringy fanfic. To know Sharpy was a crush of hers. The constant warnings from her Pok¨¦mon to watch out for her. They''d taken Brandy very seriously while not steamrolling them. "You wanted to challenge me?" Brandy said. "Not impossibly hard, but tough." "Very good! ze said you could be rather soft, so Ziggy, Zag, and Zoom forced you to go hard. Lea said you had a bit of apetitive spirit. You held back a lot, so I threw Sharpy at you to make you really push yourself." haj flicked a little water at Brandy. "My gym is meant to push at trainer''s weaknesses and draw out strength. Very tough on the prideful. You were a tricky one, though; your style is unusual for trainers, and you''re not that prideful. You rely more on your Pok¨¦mon than lead from the front." "So Sharpy poisoned Calcine while you tied up all my Pok¨¦mon and forced me to handle it while Calcine watched. I couldn''t rely on her to help; everyone relied on me." "Mhmm," haj said, wing her way up Sharpy to hug around her waist. "My girl did wonderfully, and so did you. I don''t think it will be a surprise you''ve more than earned this badge." She held up a hand, a single crystal water drop in it dangling off a silver chain. "You can have this on one condition." "What?" Brandy said, reaching for it. "Fix your weakness to Rock already!" hajughed, dropping it into Brandy''s hand. "You want to be a Rainbow Trainer, so you''ve no excuse for having a ring weakness. Get yourself a nice Water girl to sort you out." "Or a mean one," Sharpy grinned, "One that''ll gnaw you into shape." "We''re talking the boat to Spikemuth after tonight''s party," Brandy said, taking the Water Badge and holding it up. The badge glimmered as the shower water dripped off it. "I¡¯m sure something wille up." "Not even the Joyce''s can outfuck what the Ocean can offer up," Sparky nodded. "Probably." "Is that a challenge?" Morgan murmured sleepily, shifting her hat to slide it back onto her head without showing off what was under it. "Brandy could do it." "Youth," haj huffed. "I''m feeling tired just listening to you. Go on, get out of my gym. You''ve teased my shark girls enough." "You sure?" Brandy grinned, leaning over to bite Sharpy''s shoulder. "I could go for a little more." "Out! I''m telling the Spikemuth Gym Leader about you; don''t expect an easy time." haj said, flicking more water at Brandy until the whole team had to flee the relentless sshing. "Expect a proper challenge! She''s a real piece of work." Well. Brandy would go to be disappointed if she crushed Spikemuth''s gym now. She''d have to take the advice and fix up her Rock Weakness; someone was bound to want the position. ... While it didn''t have to be a Shark Girl, Brandy really did have a hankering for a partner with a bit of bite to her. A little bit of a pushy streak. Brandy knew just the Pok¨¦mon to ask about it too. The Novel will be updated first on this website. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone! 278 – Kiss?!? 278 ¨C Kiss?!? Once they left the gym, Calcine wrapped Brandy up in her cape and walked with her, hugging her to her body. All that warmth was doing Brandy wonders. Her Steam Engine heart wanted plenty of water and heat, so Sparky had four water bottles and was having fun sshing them all on Brandy and Calcine. It felt really incredible to be spoiled like this. Her body roared with energy, chasing away all the exhaustion of the gym battle. It was like an incredible coffee high mixed with the rxing feeling of warm sun on your skin on a nice windy day. All packed inside her until she was amazed her skin wasn''t glowing as bright as Calcine''s white-hot eyes. All the sshing and Brandy''s big dopey smile at it got some amused looks from people passing by, but nobody was that shocked. Strange human and pok¨¦mon activity was a way of life. A bit of water sshing was really the least of it. They''d already passed a glowy Chinchouand her cute date taking turns sucking on little square batteries, their eyes glowing in turn before swapping crackling kisses. She wasn''t going toinherit electricity absorption from Sparky. Still, it made her think about how they could share the fun of their Compound Eye inheritance. Maybe crowd spotting somewhere high up? Or maybe when they''re out in the countryside they could star gaze together, the night sky probably looked incredible with her special eyes. It was the start of a pleasant night, with the sun just dipping below the horizon, and the lights from Hulbury Pier were lighting up the whole city in a dazzling disy of color. Morgan took the chance to stretch her wings a little, staying close by but not entirely with the group as she flitted back and forth across the street, being admired by Grians who''d never seen a Murkrow and chattering with excited Wingulls eager to meet the bird who''d taught them how to flirt better for chips. Brandy still wasn''t sure she''d inherited Morgan''s Super Luck yet, but they''d have plenty of time to test it on the boat ride to Spikemuth. She''d have to make sure they had a few packs of cards and some dice for the trip. Strangely, these lovely, idyllic moments were almost as fun as a truly challenging battle. Reading about heart-pounding battles and romance made everything else sound boring, but the quiet contentment of being surrounded by lovers who were happy to share a beautiful night with you in their own ways turned out to be just as satisfying. Brandy wasn''t getting fucked so hard she almost passed out from pleasure, but she still had a massive smile on her face as she nestled her head back against Calcine''s body and took a breath, then finally spat out some of the stored up water at Sparky as she went in for another soak. "Oh, so we''re starting a fight?" Sparky asked with a mischievous grin. Calcine, do you believe this woman''s nerve?" "Hmm," Calcine hummed, her voice yful and dangerous. "I don''t know. It doesn''t look like it''d be much of a fight to me. A tall, pretty Galvant would absolutely ravish this sleepy redhead." "I''m not sleepy," Brandy said, grinding her shoulder des against Calcine''s soft breasts. "You''re just veryfortable." "I could make you sleepy." Calcine said, "Wouldn''t even be hard." "Yeah?" Brandy asked, tilting her head back. "Mhm." Brandy''s mouth opened up with a silent moan as Calcine''s tongue licked over the soft, sensitive skin of her neck, leavingbehind a trail of heat. "Look at the size of that yawn." "That was not a yawn!" Brandysaid, her body shivering as it got worked up from the sudden stimtion. "I was getting my mouth ready to take some Sparky dick." "Really?" Calcine said, leaning in to whisper into Brandy''s ear, "Going to have to stretch wider than that." Brandy looked to Sparky, who just waggled her eyebrows. It got Brandy giggling; it was such a silly gesture. "I want a kiss of the new you," Brandy said, trying to lean forward. Calcine''s cape had her arms swaddled up, so she couldn''t just grab the bug. "You''re starting to really own it." "A kiss? Is that all you want?" Sparky said, getting in close. "A kiss and a hug," Brandy said, leaning forward. "A nice, tight hug." Sparky obliged her, sandwiching Brandy between Calcine and Sparky. They were all at eye level now, and while it had been fun to have Sparky all small and huggable, this was a really nice perk to her having caught up. The four arms also made her an incredible hugger; she could squeeze Brandy tight and y with her thighs or squish her butt.It was hard to focus on anything when she had two lovers this close. Brandy could feel Calcine''s hot breath against her cheek, the way her breasts pressed against Brandy''s back, a delicious attempted distraction from the rows of beautiful blue eyes that filled Brandy''s vision. Sparky''s lips were electric,literally, and the shock made Brandy''s body tingle pleasantly. Sparky''s soft lips against hers starkly contrasted the powerful feeling of electricity flowing between them, and there was something so sweet and sensual about how the shocks made Brandy''s whole body curl up. It was a kiss that could have made Brandye good and hard if Sparky really tried,but she was holding back and letting Brandy enjoy the taste of the Galvant''s lips for a while. When she finally pulled back, she couldn''t help but sigh and give a big smile. "You''re amazing." "I''m the best," Sparky grinned. "And you can''t say I''m not. You worked hard to get me to ept it." "Want a double kiss." "Wow," Sparky spanked Brandy''s butt through the cape. "Greedy." "I''m a hungry trainer." Brandy said, "And I just won a new badge. I deserve all the kisses." "Hmm," Calcine thought, the heat of her body making Brandy squirm a little. "Okay. You earned it." Brandy grinned as she tilted her head to the side so they could both get at her. Calcine''s tongue pressed into her mouth, hot and sweet. Sparky''s electric kisses had sent the nerves in her mouth alive, and Calcine''s tongue made it feel like she was kissing an open me. Every part of her was tingling, and her body was shaking as she was pushed and prodded by two strong hands further into the thick, fuzzy fur of Sparky''s new body.Sparky and Calcine''s lips brushed past each other, and their tongues yed with Brandy''s mouth as they shared the space. Their eyes were locked, and it was like Brandy was the rope in a game of tug of war, both pulling at her to im more of her mouth, and the pair of them fighting over her was driving her wild. Neither of them was even trying to win that fight. They were very eager to kiss each other as they let Brandy get breaths in. Sparks crackled between their lips, and the sounds of their muffled moans made Brandy''s body flush as she waited for them to get back to slowly melting her inside sopletely she couldn''t even think. It was almost torturous when the two of them were kissing each other. Brandy had no choice but to watch, a prisoner of their shared desire. She was utterly lost in the sight of it when ws made of dark energy tightened against her skin and made her breath catch in her throat. The sharp ends didn''t hurt, quite the opposite, but Brandy didn''t dare breathe around them, the moan would be so loud it''d shatter ss if she did. "You started apetition without me?" Morgan said as Sparky and Calcine tussled tongues. "I want to be a better part of this team. So to do some team building, we''re all going to ruin this throat." "Mmmh!" was all Brandy could say with those energy ws at her throat. Though she wasn''t sure, she could have said anything intelligible. The very idea of it was making her head spin. The ws loosened just a fraction, a lump in her throat rippling against them as Brandy swallowed it. The pleasure of those w tips pressing against her skin only rattled her thoughts to an even mushier paste. "What was that?" Oh no. Brandy was going to have to actually say something clever now. She dug deep. "Please," Brandy begged. "please please please please please." "You both already kissed her, stupid," Morgan tutted. "Come on. Let''s kiss her until she''s sensible again." "I love that you''re still a bit mean," Sparky grinned. "Brings out the best in Brandy." "Valuable addition to the team," Calcine nodded and shuffled Brandy around so all three of them were in front of her, staring at her. It made her feel so gooey inside that she would have copsed without their supporting hands. Calcine and Sparky both had big, hungry smiles as they leaned in. The trio started making out, Calcine and Sparky working their mouths along her jaw, their tongues meeting as theypped at her cheeks, and all Brandy could do was whine as they moved. "Now, open wide, Trainer," Morganmanded. "You''re about to take more tongue than a Kalosian." Brandy obeyed, and it was a struggle not to drool as a trio of wet, slippery, hungry tongues slid their way into her mouth. Their bodies rubbing over each other only worked the trio up, and their kisses were growing more heated as they fought for every inch of her mouth. Kissing wasn''t illegal outside, but this had to be pushing it. This felt like sex, maybe even more intense than sex!The way their hands were ying over her body, their tongues were slurping along her face, and their bodies were rubbing up against hers was just so much. The heat from her body was making Brandy''s eyes flutter.The sounds of their sloppy, hungry, lustful kissesfilled the air, and the feeling of three beautiful, powerful women grinding into her body wasjust too much. All her body could do was tremble and shake as it was used as a toy by three women she absolutely adored. Brandy could feel their desire building and building, and the others clearly felt it, too. The way they were gripping her harder and pressing their lips and tongues into her so firmly she was almost choking. The intense look in all theireyes burned into her. It was too much. It was just too much. Brandy gurgled out a moan. It was a mess of noise and drool and saliva, and Brandy wasn''t even sure how it got out with three tongues jammed down her throat. It had the three of them draw back, panting and hungry look in their eyes. Morgan pped Brandy''s ass with a wing and grinned. "Okay, to the party then! She''s all warmed up now." "Wait," Brandy gasped, trying to speak through heavy breaths. "That''s it? That''s all?" "Look at her girls," Morgan said proudly. "We did with kisses what a Mega Sharpedo couldn''t even do with two dicks." "We''re pretty fucking great," Sparky said proudly, giving Morgan a high five. "Big deals. All of us." Calcine nodded,wrapping Brandy up in a hug. "Now. To the party." "I am going to fuck all three of you into aa," Brandy growled. Pouting as they peppered her with little pecks of kisses. "I mean it as soon as we''re alone in a room. You''re going to pay for this. I am going to make you all beg for your binding balls to rest in." None of them took the threat seriously. But Brandy meant it. She absolutely meant it. The Novel will be updated first on this website. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone! 279 – The Most Magical Place on Earth 279 ¨C The Most Magical ce on Earth Brandy had been having quite a nice time being guided with eyes closed in the cuddle puddle, and so when everyone stopped she tried to look and see why, only to feel Morgan''s feathers over her face, blocking her view. "Morgan," Brandy said sternly, "I can''t know where we''re going. Why?" "Do you trust me?" Morgan asked, her voice a little breathless like Sparky had shocked her. Brandy hadn''t heard any zap, though. "... no?" Brandy offered. "You are a relentless schemer." "Fuck, fair point. Calcine, back me up? She needs to be positioned right for this one." "Trust her, Brandy," Calcine said, "You know her schemes are worth it." "If Calcine''s backing you, it''s gotta be good," Brandy said, "And also, you all lied when you said it was just a beachside bar. Where are we?" "I want to tell her so bad," Sparky said. "Don''t drag this out. I need to tell her." If Sparky couldn''t hold it in, it had to be something special. Brandy bounced about on her heels to try to get a peek. "Now I really want to see more!" There was a mad struggle to hide Brandy''s eyes as all three wrestled with her while she tried to escape. Brandyughed so hard that fighting them off and getting a peek was impossible. A somewhat confused bouncer checking they weren''t kidnapping her before ticking their names and letting them inside. Bouncy, jazzy music and the sound of mad cheering greeted them as they carried Brandy in. "Okay, Brandy, stand still," Morgan said. "All of us reveal on three?" Brandy stood up, a little anticipation rising in her. This sounded like it would be fun. "One... Two... Three!" Brandy''s Compound Eyes blurred briefly as they quickly adjusted to the indoor light. Brandy found herself staring at a round stage set in the center of the room, lit by rows of light. A pole was set in the middle, straddled by a woman wearing a tiny ck waistcoat, bunny girl ears, and not a stitch more. She was doing some truly amazing things with her legs to that lucky, lucky pole, spinning around it and twirling to the cheers and mad wolf-whistles of the crowd. "Surprise!" Sparky cackled. "Bunny Girl Strip Club!" Brandy had never realized how much she needed to hear those four words in that particr order. Her mouth went dry as the dancer finished up, bowing and leaving the stage to a chorus of pping and more cheering, the little cotton tail they must have glued to the small of her back swishing back and forth as she walked. "What do you think?" Morgan asked, her voice soft and eager. Brandy tried to form words, her heart pounding in her chest. It felt like someone was trying to set her on fire, her entire body tingling and aching. "It''s. Wow. You. I mean. Um." Words were too hard right now. "She likes it," Calcine said, chuckling, her arm looping around Brandy''s shoulders. "Look at her blushing face." Brandy was blushing because the next dancer wasing on, a leggy Lopunny wearing precisely nothing but the fur she was given by Arceus. She''d painted her ws a vibrant purple that glowed in the stage''s UV lights. Her long ears floated behind her like ribbons as she strutted up and down the stage, blowing kisses to the crowd, her little pom-pom tail wagging from side to side. She treated those behind her to a few wiggles. Brandy stared up at the gorgeous Lopunny, feeling more lightheaded by the second. She just got lost in the moment. The music and the crowd shouting drowned out her partners, and when the Lopunny began moving with the rhythm, her hands gliding over her furred breasts, down over her wide hips, her toned stomach, between those long legs. Brandy was in heaven. Brandy leaned forward almost instinctively, and the Lopunny must have caught her eye because those brilliant red eyes winked at her. Then, slowly, the dancer dropped, legs parting to expose herself. Brandy stared, her cheeks going bright red as the dancer teased everyone, two fingers dragging along a length of dick that had the crowd momentarily breathless before they burst out into frantic hollering. "Wow," a voice called over the pulse-pounding music. "If I''d known this was your weakness, I''d have won easily." Dragging her eyes away from the Lopunny on stage felt like a crime, but Brandy wasn''t about to be rude. She turned to look at Branwen and couldn''t help but smile at how she looked. She had squeezed into a tight ck t-shirt and ck leather pants, letting a big, puffy Wooloo wool coat do all the talking for her outfit. It was all pure white wool goodness and contrasted the patchwork Wooloo with pure ck eyes hanging off her arm. "Wren! Dinah! You both look so cute." Brandy smiled. "Cute?" Wren said, raising an eyebrow. "Hold up." She smoothed back her long ck hair and then flicked it up, the hair twizzling together and reforming as her eyes swirled. The hair clumped, thickened, and then reshaped before Brandy''s eyes before flicking back and forth experimentally. "What do you think?" Wren said, leaning forward and wiggling her new bunny ears. "Disguise is the best Inheritance, right?" "I want to gnaw on them," Brandy said without thinking, straight from the heart. "Get in line." Dinah huffed, a hand on Wren''s plush hip and going up on tiptoes to nibble at those ck bunny ears. "I got two ears!" Wrenughed. "Brandy,e get a chew." Brandy wasn''t sure she was even in her own body anymore. This had to be a fever dream, right? This couldn''t be happening. She was just having some kind of incredible dream. Her day couldn''t be this perfect. Sparky practically threw Brandy at Wren, and Brandy could feel all eyes on her as she leaned down to get at the base of Wren''s new bunny ears. Brandy let her teeth graze gently over the furred skin of the ear''s base, feeling the warm flesh underneath. Enjoying the soft feeling of the fuzzy fur against her lips. Oh. Oh, she tasted good. It was impossible to resist a more thorough chew, and that got Wren moaning. Her knees were going a little weak as she wobbled, and it was all on Dinah and Brandy to keep her up. "M-more," Wren moaned. Dinah was busy chewing on the other ear, but Brandy had a lot of ground to cover. Her tongue glided up the long length of the bunny ear, savoring the taste of Wren''s sweet fur and the little squeaks she was making. Her hand stroked the fluffy tufts, feeling them squish between her fingertips and enjoying the little noises of approval. "We have a room booked!" Wren said in a rush. "The rest are there. I was sent toe get you. We should go there right now." "But we have a bunny right here," Morgan smirked. "Brandy deserves a snack. She''s had a rough day." "Room," Wren said, her voice going very firm. "Now. Please. Before I have a meltdown." "We should probably do what she says," Calcine said, grinning. "We''re taking attention off the Lopunny, and I don''t want her toe down here and crush us with her thighs." "I do!" Sparky said, "Think of my needs!" "Come on,e on." Wren said, "Sooner we''re there, the sooner I can get someone between my legs." Wow. She''s gotten so assertive! Good for her. Brandy followed with a grin. "Okay, I want to see who the special guest is anyway." "Well, don''t ask me. This is the first time I''ve met her," Wrenughed. "She''s a real hoot, though,e on." Wren took Brandy''s hand and dragged her through the strip club, and Brandy felt like the luckiest person in the world. The envious eyes were on her as she was followed by a group of beautiful Pok¨¦mon, with a bunny girl eagerly dragging her off into a private room. The air was thick with jealousy, and Brandy couldn''t me them. She felt like a queen. It was going to be an incredible night. Brandy had to have one quick conversation with some troublemakers before she could settle in and enjoy it. The private room was huge, but it had to be with everyone stuffed into it. Branwen, Brandy, Maple, Saffira, and all their teams? With a few staff on top and some big, soft-looking red couches, it was like its own miniature bar at the back, with a small stage and a pole for a private show ready to go. There was even someone using it, their special guest, with one wing wrapped around the pole and the other spread wide, gleaming white feathers pristine in the backroom light. Pale grey eyes looked down at Brandy, and the Pok¨¦mon gave a glint of recognition before moving right onto her real target. "Hey, Calcine," Harper. Cassidy''s graceful Swanna, who Calcine had wrestled with in their fight, finally got Morgan and her old trainer to speak some sense to each other. She and Calcine had hit it off really well. "Carkol really suits you, tall and gorgeous." She stretched out her long, graceful neck and ducked one knee, giving them all a lovely view of some Swanna cleavage. "I never did get to show off my Feather Dance. How about I give you all a show?" Calcine stood ramrod straight, her eyes zing white as she took a long, deep breath. "I got a lot to show you, too." "Oh, I saw your match," Harper purred. "There''s a lot I want to catch up on with you. Coalossal Calcine has got my feathers downright ruffled." "I hope you didn''t have ns for Calcine," Sparky whispered. "Because she''s going to fuck the feathers off that Swanna." "Know this bitch two years and not even a hello," Morgan huffed. "Calcine, this is your fault." "Yeah," Calcine smiled, staring up at Harper on the stage. "I''ll take the me for this one." The Novel will be updated first on this website. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone! 280 – I Would Worship 1000 Times 280 ¨C I Would Worship 1000 Times Brandy couldn''t have kept Calcine from Harper with a crowbar, and Morgan wanted to find the rest of her team and catch up. Most Pok¨¦mon were rather outgoing and eager to connect with others, so teams usually broke up quickly into smaller groups in big gatherings like this. Brandy held onto Sparky; she deserved some Brandy time, and she wasn''t about to let incredibly hot bunny girls and all her favorite people in one room distract her. ... Okay, Brandy was insanely distracted, but she held onto Sparky''s hand anyway. Her Bug deserved some affection for all her hard work, and she tried to focus on Sparky. Unfortunately, Sparky knew precisely what she was trying to do and couldn''t help but tease. "You know, I didn''t really consider the Eevee''s bunny girls, but they totally are, aren''t they?" Sparky said, cupping Brandy''s cheeks with her free hands and turning to look at a table where Saffira and Tansy were using marker pens to write a bunch of affectionatepliments all over the leafy ribbons swirling around a Leafeon. Her bunny ears bobbed back and forth in amusement at the sheer enthusiasm they were putting into it. She would end up with a novel written about her if she wasn''t careful. If Brandy had a pen, she could have written at least two hundred chapters all by herself. "I think they''re foxy bunny girls?" Brandy said, licking her lips. The squeeze of the Leafon''s breasts under the marker pen, held firm by Tansy as Saffira signed, was absolutely captivating to watch. "Sharks, Bunnies ... maybe we need to add Foxes to the list of your kinks." "Hey, I''m making plenty of new ones. Four armed fuzzy beauties are shooting up the ranks." "Oh? What''d you write on me if you had a pen?" Sparky grinned, getting behind and running a pair of hands down Brandy''s body to squeeze her hips as the other pair looped around to squeeze her breasts. "Your fur would make it difficult to write. But you got space on your stomach for a bit. Brave. Loving. Powerful. Creative. Fuckable." "I like fuckable," Sparky said, her fingertips giving Brandy''s breasts a little jolt that made every press even more dizzying. "expand on fuckable." Tearing her eyes from Saffira, Tansy and the Leafon, Brandy ended up stuck looking at Mumbles, Nova, and Marina instead. The huge, powerful-looking Boldore had the nervous Sandyghast in herp. She was holding her in shape because Mumbles had to stare up at the staggeringly tall Marina, whose gleaming silver shell shone like a rainbow from the room''s colorful lighting. She was trying to shape some bunny ears onto Mumble''s head, but every time the Sandygast''s face was shadowed by the towering shelf of the breast above her, it came apart in Marina''s hands. She didn''t seem to mind, dipping down to give Mumbles a few kisses on her forehead until she was just a soft mass of sand with a face, then she''d start shaping her up again. It must have been nice for Marina''s ego to have someone so besotted with her. Maybe that was the appeal of Ground and Ghost Types? Their love was so obviously intense and heartfelt that it made it a little hard for them to function. There had to be an appeal to driving a woman so crazed they couldn''t even talk straight. Arceus knows Sparky, and the rest always tried to do it with her. It certainly worked. Mumbles looked so fucking cute trying to keep it together. Head in the game, Brandy. Expand on how fuckable Sparky was. "Uh .... big." Brandy blushed as she tried to kickstart her brain. "ttering, but you can do better. I want details." Sparky purred in Brandy''s ear. "Juicy, loving details." Brandy could praise Sparky all day emotionally, but Sparky wanted something more feral right now. Her new body had to be a significant change, and maybe she was fishing to see how Brandy was handling it. Brandy could oblige, and she''d do so while getting to talk about how awesome her girlfriend was. Win-win. "Fuck. Well, your thighs are thick, soft, and perfect. Your hips are killer, just a beautiful handful, and you have the most massive, gorgeous butt." "Better than Calcine''s?" "Tough call. We''ll have to both examine itter. Do aparison." Sparky seemed to think it over, then tip-tapped Brandy''s waist with her fingers. "More please. I need a clear victory." So demanding! Brandy wasn''t about to let Sparky just gloss over all that. The issue was that Sparky was in control, pushing Brandy to act. That''s not how their rtionship worked. Brandy turned in the hug, looked into those big blue eyes as she got a firm hold on Sparky''s already praised ass, and hefted. Sparky wasn''t small anymore, but Brandy had been strong even before she''d started getting hefty helpings of inheritance. Lifting up one Galvant wasn''t too taxing for her, and it was a bit of a burn to her arms, but Brandy didn''t have to lift Sparky unsupported for too long. Not when she had a nearby wall to press her against. With an excited squeal at the reversal, Sparky''s legs mped around Brandy''s hips, and her arms wrapped around Brandy''s neck. Her fat chest was pushed up to the perfect height for a kiss, and Brandy went in for the kill. She pressed Sparky hard against the club wall, and her lips went exploring. Sparky''s soft, sweet flesh was as inviting as ever. A little tingle of electricity sent a buzz through Brandy''s body as she nted each kiss along the top of Sparky''s breasts, leaving them peppered with lip gloss as Brandy looked up. "You don''t listen sometimes, but you''ll listen now. These tits? Incredible.. Soft, pillowy, perfect for kissing, squeezing, sucking." Brandy punctuated that with a kiss, a firm-bodied squeeze, and then a suckle. The noise she dragged out of Sparky''s throat, a choking gleeful moan, was worth it. Her hands went up to the legs wrapped around her, and she sunk her fingers into the fur and pressed tight. "These thighs? I know you prefer to be between a pair, but they feel so good around me, and I can understand why. They''re perfect, thick, and plump. I just want to rub my hands all over them, press them between my fingers. Feel that delightful squish. Climb them hand by hand, knowing exactly where they lead." Brandy let one of her hands wander up Sparky''s thigh, over the curve of her hip, and down between them. Fingertips teasing the cock that was pressed up against Brandy''s stomach, stiff and throbbing eagerly. "I don''t want to say anything about this cock," Brandy growled, curling two fingers into it to tease it with a bit of pressure. "I just want to get my lips around it, stretch my jaw. Choke myself with it." "Fuck!" Sparky gasped, her thighs tightening around Brandy. She gave a few firm squeezes with them, her hands grabbing the back of Brandy''s head. "Message received!" "And this ass? Your evolution really did it justice. We should get you a nice short skirt. You have the perfect bubble butt. Round and firm. A tease of it as you swish it while walking? You''d have women drooling over you, and I want women to drool over you, Sparky. Because I want them to see in you what I do. How incredible you are." Brandy leaned her head in close and whispered. "Fuckable. Every inch of you." Sparky couldn''t respond with more than a wheezing whine and a frantic nod. Brandy felt pretty damn satisfied about that. She could feel Sparky trembling. Her thighs and calves squeezed and shook, and the grip around Brandy''s neck and the hands buried in her hair were twitching with sparks. She didn''t just get a response. She got the full enthusiastic response. "You''re mine," Brandy growled possessively. "Yours!" Sparky whimpered back, eyes gleaming. "All yours!" "I''d fuck you now," Brandy said, "But you teased me earlier, so I''m going to make you wait. You''re going to be with me all night. Watching me get hungrier and hungrier around all those beautiful bunny girls and people we love. Watching me burn up and boil until I can''t take it anymore. Then, when I can barely think. I''m going to sink my teeth into you, and I''m not going to stop until you break." Sparky didn''t get a chance to respond. Brandy let her slide down, her heels thumping on the floor. She kept the embrace going, arms still wrapped around each other. "I need to speak to Mahi and Holly," Brandy said, "We need a Water Type on our team, and I think they''d be able to tell us one that''d fit our team dynamic." Sparky gulped several times before she could speak, still shaking with excitement. "Really? Them? Why not Maple?" "Maple adores me and would just pick out something I''d love. We need someone who can challenge the team a bit. haj was trying to challenge me. I think having someone on the team who can keep that up would be good. Push me to do better. Morgan does a bit but gets lost in her games." "You just want a nice Water girl who can step on you," Sparky said, licking her lips. "With teeth. Shark fiend. Still sounds great to me. Going to share her?" "Maybe I''ll break her in and get her to step on you for me." "Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah." Sparky nodded furiously. "Let''s speak to the water rat and the guppy. I''m loving this idea already." Brandy chuckled, leaning in to give Sparky a soft kiss. "d you agree. Some drinks before? Mahi can be a lot to deal with." "I could use a drink," Sparky sighed, flopping into Brandy''s arms. "My dick won''t go down." "I did that," Brandy proudly said. "Come on, let''s get a drink, then go wave it at Mahi and make her jealous." "Being a literally cocky brat? Oh, now you''re really speaking mynguage." The Novel will be updated first on this website. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!