206 – We Were Maid For This

206 – 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 finally come 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 flame, 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 Flame Charge that up, Calcine?" Brandy said as she tried to fix some of the tangles in Maple's hair. She'd thank her later.

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 ice-laden palm, "Now kiss my fingertips and do your best."

Well, it wasn't Flame 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-black 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 flames. You can tell me how you made Brandy make those noises last 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 blast 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.

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"And you're both done," Mahi said with a clap of Brandy's wet cheeks, her hand sinking into the flesh. "Oh, very nice. Almost as firm as Maple's. Almost."

"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." Brandy laughed, 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 play-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, come 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 blasting 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.