I Want To Lay the Very Best! - 109 – Stay Flexible (18+)

109 – 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," Basilah laughed. It was also strange to use another Pokémon as the bed for this, even if she was technically under a layer 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 Basilah'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," Basilah said. The Fletchling reached out to grab Brandy's hips and pulled her closer. Brandy dropped into her lap, 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 Pokémon 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 her larger teammate. She was used to letting the Pokémon 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," Basilah says, "Your fire is a huge help. Don't sell yourself short."Ne/w novel chapters are published at novelhall.com

"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, Basilah?" 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 my lap and let Fletchling jump on top."

She wasn't being excluded. So her feeling of being left out had to come from somewhere else.

"You're all a lot taller than her. Is she always on top?"

"We don't want to crush her," Basilah 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 splayed 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 planet. 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 regular Bonds Pokémon formed, which let her feel the highest moments of Calcine and Sparky. That comforting presence in the back of her head, maybe with time and experience, she would feel her partners even stronger.

"Hey, come 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." Basilah 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 flagstones. 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 Basilah's order to heart and throwing her all into it. Brandy was lucky she hadn't started fucking right away. A Pokémon 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 flagstones.

"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 glazed expression, eyes unfocused and panting as her body shook from its latest 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 slap 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.