39 – Special Maid Service (18+)

39 – 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’s lap and kissed her with relentless enthusiasm.

The date was going really well.

Pretty’s long ears bobbed as she peppered Brandy’s lips with kisses, making Brandy snap in the air to chase them, and the Scorbunny grinned like an idiot when Brandy missed, bobbing her head to dare her to press the attack. The Scorbunny’s maid dress made a perfect handhold to pull on, dragging her back into the kiss and almost pulling Pretty off balance. She kept from falling entirely off Brandy by flailing her arms, but as her butt slid out along Brandy’s lap, she was dropped with a thump into Brandy’s chest.

“Hey!” Pretty said, her voice muffled by Brandy’s bust. “Actually... no, this is good,”

Calcine chuckled beside Brandy, giving one of Pretty’s ears a stroke, rolling finger and thumb along the long length of the white ear tipped with red. Pretty’s leg kicked as Calcine stroked firmly, a happy little purr rumbling in Brandy’s chest, which tickled and made her giggle.

“Your idea of a date?” Brandy asked with an eyebrow raised. Though the dopey smile on her face made it clear Calcine had done well.

“Well,” Calcine said, “they said it’d be more about relationship building. I think Pretty likes tall, athletic girls.”

Pretty gives a thumbs up as she gets comfortable, her free ear flicking at Brandy’s face and making her splutter until she grabs it and massages it like Calcine. They match speeds, and Pretty’s back arches nicely as the purr deepens.

“Fire types,” Sparky huffs, still nibbling away at Brandy’s fingers. “Horny, the lot of them. You got to watch your pants around them, Brandy.”

“They can have my pants if they’re all good-looking,” Brandy said, squeaking as Pretty immediately began undoing her belt. “I was kidding! Kidding!”

“Sorry? I can’t hear you. I got the bit about having your pants,” Pretty said as she threw the belt away and began working on the buttons.

Brandy didn’t even know how to argue against such a massive lie, so she settled for squeezing down on the ear she had and kissing along it until she reached the bottom. Whispering with hot breath, “I know you can hear me. These aren’t for show.”

The noise Pretty made was one for memory, a delighted squeal mixed with shocking horny need, a garbled wail from a Pokémon who didn’t know how to handle herself.

“Brandy’s learning fast. Holy shit,” Sparky said, awed. “Do me? Do me?”

“Do you what?”

“Awwww, she doesn’t even know what she’s doing. Is this like instinct?” Sparky poked Brandy’s cheek. “Are you messing with me? You know what you’re doing!”

“Of course,” nodded Brandy, who had absolutely no clue. She was being honest. Why was that such a big deal?

Pretty’s legs twitched, and she leaned back, looking up at Brandy with big, sad eyes. “You’re going to get me off, right? I mean, you’re hot, and I’m hot. We should mix flames and make a bonfire!”

She wanted to, she really did, but Brandy was trying to look after her own Pokémon’s desires, and Calcine hadn’t brought her here to fuck a cute bunny girl. Possibly. Maybe if she was heated up, she might have done that, but she seemed into the idea of the date even after cooling off. There was probably more to it than just getting Brandy laid.

“How about you work for it? I know Calcine was hoping for something today.”

“That makes sense,” Brandy said. “Calm passion, ordered lust? It’s like going the extra distance to make a moment come together. Like coming up with a complex date plan to get your Trainer eaten out by a Bunny Girl.”

“Imagine,” Calcine said. “That sounds like a lot of work.”

“Love you for it.” Brand rubbed her head against Calcine’s. It was softening a little, which clearly showed Calcine was enjoying herself.

“FUCK!” Sparky yelped, and Brandy turned to rub her head, too.

“Love you too.”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s delightful, but that’s not it. She’s ... fuck!” and Sparky moaned, batting her head against Brandy’s as if trying to slam something out of her head.

“You okay?” Brandy asked worriedly, squeezing Sparky’s hand.

Sparky flicked up the tablecloth, and the cause of her reactions was made clear. Pip had her hands rested on Spark’s thighs and, from the splotches of shining skin, had been delivering wet kisses all along them unto reaching her cock. She was busy working that impressive piece of meat over with her tongue with such devotion it made Brandy sympathetically squirm in her seat.

“Aaaaahhhh,” Sparky howled, “Oh ‘cues! Oh, my fuck oh my gosh.”

Pip gave Brandy a wink and then tugged the tablecloth down, hiding from view again.

“There are rewards for honesty!” Pretty said, excitedly bouncing in place. “Who wants to share?”

“I regret not spending more time with my Partners!” Brandy said in a rush.

“I resist having fun when I feel there’s no benefit. I should let myself live in the moment more!” Calcine said louder, clapping a hand over Brandy’s mouth.

Brandy just spoke around her fingers, laughing as she ducked her head left and right to dodge them. “I need to improve in bed. I’m not very experienced!”

“I worry I’m not as versatile as Sparky and mainly act as a shield. I could do more!”

Pretty was holding her stomach from how hard she was laughing at the pair, her ears bobbing as she shook her head.

“Too much sharing! You need to save some for later. How are we going to reward this?”

Calcine grinned, flicking her eyes down to the table. “Well, crawl under, and I’m sure you’ll find a way. I’m sure we can ask our own questions now.”

Pretty didn’t need asking twice, the table rattling as it had to deal with both Pip and Pretty under there, bumping into each other as they worked to get the pants off everyone.

“Calcine,” Sparky said, arms on the table for support and tongue lolling out as she panted, sweat dripping off her forehead. “I take it back. You are so good at arranging dates. Holy shit.”