149 – With Gust-Oh! (18+)

149 – 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 the last 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 glass 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 the lady 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 glass 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 glass 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 glass.Upstodatee from n(0)/ve/lbIn/.(co/m

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 glass out of the air with quick blasts of her webs, sticking them all over the wall in web nets. They were making such a thorough mess of this place 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's lap to get a better view. "We're going to be Maids, you can't slack."

Brandy wrapped her arms around Sparky's waist and got her comfy on her lap, 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 light laugh. "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 blanks.

"Such a fucking Diva," Sparky groaned, playing 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."

"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 Poké-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 occasionally 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?

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"We'll make sure she gets plenty of fluids." the gracious lady at the Poké-center desk said. Morgan gave Butterscotch kisses on the pallet before they wheeled her away. She looked happy, at least, if half dead.

The desk lady 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 immaculate 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 could come up with a witty comeback, and then they both just shrugged.

They deserved this one. They'd let Morgan have her win.