6 – A Sticky Situation (18+)

6 – 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 to laugh but it died in her throat. With a nervous gulp, she gave the spit-shined cock rubbing up against her face an awkward half-kiss. Sliding her lips along Calcine's length with her tongue sticking out the side so she could tease at it, she noted a new smell in the air. Not strong; it was so light she wouldn't have noticed if it wasn't for the heat of it. A heated scent that warmed her nose and made her mouth water. An unusual softness was on her lips, and her tongue tip was making an impression on the black shaft, pressing in a little divot as it went.

The transformation the heat had on Calcine's body wasn't clear from a distance, but Brandy had the best seat in the house. Her skin pressed against that impressive length; she no longer felt like she was being jabbed with a rock. Calcine muscles were still firm enough that you could have bounced Pokébucks off her, but Brandy felt a small measure of relief that a ravaging by a statue was now off the cards.

Capture would have been so lovely, Brandy had gotten a little fond of teasing Calcine, and it's a shame it was about to end. She wouldn't get lucky as she had with Sparky, Calcine had worn Trainers down before, and Brandy wasn't kidding herself that she was special. Sometimes you got fucked and had to take comfort that losing could still be a whole lot of fun.

"Credit where it's due. You didn't do as badly as I thought you would," Calcine said, confident to the end. Brandy had her suspicions that Calcine was underselling Brandy's success from how her chest bounced. Calcine took big, slow breaths to regain her composure and settle her nerves. If Brandy could have stolen a few minutes more, she's sure she could have gotten a heated pant out of the Rock Pokémon.

A shame. They'd put up such a good fight too.

Her Partner didn't look one bit concerned, of course. Sparky leaned in to chew at Brandy's earlobe, tucking her chin over Calcine's cock to get at her Trainer. Both ladies tried to pull away from her as she shook her head with cute little fake growls, but the glue meant the Joltik could torture them at her leisure. A little speck of hope stirred in Brandy's heart when she noticed that Sparky's bites showed she had more free motion than should be possible. Calcine's glued fingers ran through Sparky's straw-blonde hair instead of sticking to it.

Of course! Like a spider doesn't get stuck in its web, Sparky must have been immune to her own.

The ear worrying wasn't her being a pest; it was showing she could shake loose. If only Brandy provided a distraction. While on her knees, with a hard cock slapping against her cheek.

Yeah, only one real option here. Maybe she could talk long enough to put off the inevitable?

"Well, if you have pointers," Brandy said, trying to pout to appear cuter in Calcine's grip. She wasn't very good at it, Brandy was an energetic tomboy through and through, and smoldering looks had never been one of her talents. "I'm all for doing better than I was. Am I taking it too slow? Goodness, should I fit that whole thing in my mouth?"

"If I bind you both, does that mean I'm the Trainer now?"

"No!" Brandy said, voice muffled from pressed up against a grey speckled arm, her eyes peeking out over the top of an impressive bicep. She wiggled in her position, getting some annoyed hisses from Calcine as the pair rubbed together, but it was no use. They were both stuck in this ridiculous position. She looked back to Sparky, eyes pleading.

"Maybe you could be a sweetie and get my binding balls though? For the team."

"Trainer Sparky, off to catch them all!" the Joltik said with a cocky swing of her arm, sliding round the web to pick at Brandy's belt. Working her web-resistant fingers between one of the two remaining binding balls to try to work it free.

The Carkol that had been watching them this entire clucked her tongue, white eyes bright as she mulled something over. She'd not interfered in the fight, but something about this stirred ideas in her heart.

Calcine was rumbling, steam pouring out of her mouth as her heated hands melted away the webbing, but even as the strands snapped, she found no escape. Her arms were stuck fast, and she couldn't bend them to use her hands to free the rest of her. All her shaking of the giant web to get an angle achieved was some crackling shocks. The jolts were a thrill for Brandy, who began giggling and cuddling in on the Rolycoly that was boiling over with frustration. Pressed against her like she was, Brandy found the heat quite pleasant to bask in. Like a near boiling hot bath that you'd only gotten used to, and now you were in the sweet spot to finally luxuriate in the heat.

Brandy could be content and enjoy it while Sparky got her ball out. Sure she hadn't won this fight with heroic glory, but Brandy felt Calcine had run out of tricks. They'd snatched victory from defeat, and she was eager to seal the deal with a binding.

"Calcine," a voice rang out, firm and defiant. The Carkol stood tall over the two stuck in the webbing, her cape swirling behind her as she held her hands in clenched fists by her side. She was trembling, feeling out her words with the care you'd take crossing a crumbling ledge over an endless drop.

"Calcine, use Rapid Spin."

What? WHAT! What was it with Pokémon acting like trainers all of a sudden? This wasn't fair at all!

Brandy heard the snap of a web string as Calcine began to roll her hips, power summoned up far beyond the strength she'd shown so far.

Then the whole world became a spinning blur.