218 – A Sizable Development (18+)

218 – A Sizable Development (18+)

The Pain Split had the team off their game.

Nobody on Brandy's team was short of stamina, but when Wren had orgasmed, she'd come good and hard. Brandy still felt a little puffy in her thoughts as her brain came down from the dopamine high. Calcine and Sparky were doing worse. Pokémon weren't used to human orgasms. Brandy was lucky Morgan had at least given them experience with their Foul Play Move; if this had been their first one, they might have been rendered useless while they processed it.

Sparky was struggling to fight back. Her aim was still spot on, but her reactions were dulled. She was taking a few hits from floating deck chairs and soaking-wet umbrellas. The blows weren't hard. Cerdiwen seemed to be trying to bury her under trash rather than smash her to bits. It meant everything Sparky webbed out of the air just ended up being added to the slowly growing pile she was fighting on. Either she'd land a hit, or Ceridwen would knock her into the pile and bury her in Poltergeist-animated deck chairs. Given time, the distraction of the Pain Split orgasm would fade, and Sparky, with her full Agility, would trash that witch. Brandy was sure of it.

The problem was it meant Brandy had to deal with something she'd never really had to deal with before.

How did she make a woman not cum her brains out?

Brandy wouldn't claim to be some kind of a women-pleasing machine, but it was a real problem right now. Because Wren was absolutely going to Pain Split her next orgasm, and worse, it seems she had a bit of a hair trigger. An ingenious way to turn what would usually be a weakness for a Trainer into a strength, but a real pain in the butt to deal with.

There had to be a weakness to it. No move was a direct upgrade. Morgan's Foul Play required constant contact to work. Pain Split being ranged meant it had to have some flaws to it. But with almost a thousand different moves, it was hard to remember every single trick. Maple would know because she knew everything, but Brandy was drawing a complete blank.

"Calcine, you're too hot to be here," Brandy said in a rush as one of Dinah's tentacles tried to pull Wren free so she could float off. "But glad you are. Get a hold of her, and do you know how to break a Pain Split?"

"No, sorry, Ghost moves aren't my thing," Calcine said as she pressed a hand to Wren's chest, kneading it between her fingers and making her moan as Dinah's tentacles tried to grip her wrist. "She looks like a soft, smaller version of you."

"Is it working for you both?" Wren smiled, "You're very rough, but I like it!"

"I love it," Calcine said, her red eyes glowing hotter as she leaned in to kiss Wren. Wren moaned and wrapped her arms around Calcine, trying to pull the Carkol closer to her body, Dinah making space against her body. Brandy couldn't deny the sight of it was hot. It was still strange to see a double of herself, but Calcine cramming her tongue down their throat, making Wren's body tremble with excitement? Dinah's tentacles writhing along her flesh, wrapping around Calcine's legs and arms and squeezing the muscles?

It took effort not just to order Calcine to fuck Wren's brains out. She wanted to see her moaning around Calcine's cock so badly.

But she had to focus. Focus. Focus.

If Calcine or Brandy made Wren orgasm, the Pain Split would hit her whole team. That was the established rules, so how did she get around them?

Wren was fondling Calcine, but she wasn't touching herself. The easiest way for her to set it off would be to use her own fingers or give into the tender touch of Dinah's tentacles that were all over her skin, creeping out from her maid dress. But she wanted Calcine to do it. Why? Did Pain Split only activate if those afflicted cause the orgasm? Brandy could use that.

"Can you feel her heartbeat, Dinah?" Brandy said as Calcine pulled her lips back from Wren's, the two panting and sharing a heated gaze. "You can feel Dinah against your skin, can't you. Isn't she excited for more?"

"Yes," Wren moaned, "She wants it."

"The Pain Split is making it hard for us to give it to her," Brandy said as Calcine cut off Wren's objection with another heated kiss, pressing their breasts together and grinding her hips up against Wren's. Wren's hands gripped Calcine's hair, moaning into the kiss. Calcine knew how to please Brandy, and a softer version of her just didn't stand a chance. "But if I have to, I will ravish her. She cums quickly, and I'm very good. I can take more than she can. I can ride her into a wet, contented puddle."

Wren shuddered, her breathing coming out ragged and desperate. Brandy had to speed this up before Calcine made her orgasm from kisses and heat alone. She didn't have Brandy's experience with the Carkol. She wasn't going to last very long at all.

"I don't mind you fucking her," Dinah laughed, a tentacle from the ruffles around Wren's cleavage coming up to stroke Brandy's face. "Fuck her senseless for me."

"No, she loves you more, and you're clinging onto her clothes. If I'm going to have a threesome with her, you're going to help." Brandy said, kissing the tentacle on her cheek. "You could shape tentacles when you were in my clothes, but I can bet you can do more, can't you?"

"You have a new costume for me?" Dinah said, "I am intrigued."

"Mystical Fire!" Wren cried as she took a breath between kisses. "Dinah, don't get distracted!"

"Calcine, fill her mouth." Brandy grinned. "Dinah, I got an idea that's way better than a costume."

As Brandy whispered her plan into Dinah's skin, Sparky was avoiding Ceridwen's thrown chairs just fine now she nearly had her senses back, nimbly dancing around them with teasing little cackles.

"My Mistress calls for a fancier show!" the Mismagius laughed, swishing her huge witch hat about as her chest jiggled obscenely in her tight purple corset. "Observe in the audience! You don't want to miss this trick."

"She wants you so badly." Brandy smiled as some burning playing cards showered over them, Dinah sending tentacles to slap them aside. "You're wearing my look, and I know what this body has been through."

Brandy let her dress fall back down, trapping the bulge inside the tented fabric. "I know your tactics now. You copy your opponents and learn all about them. You thought you could handle being me."

Wren's eyes were wide, her hands rubbing over the tent in the maid dress, stroking the bulging silk. It was a shame Brandy couldn't feel it. She really wanted to. She'd wondered what it was like to be a Pokémon a few times, and this was pretty damn close.

"So, you've been watching me closely," Brandy smirked. "What do you think? You're stroking what I can handle right now. You want me to make it easier on you. You'll have to admit you can't handle being a Joyce."

Wren swallowed nervously. "You're just trying to trick me into trying to take this monster."

"It's okay to not be able to handle it," Brandy said soothingly, cupping Wren's cheek and smiling. "You're still an amazing Trainer, Branwen, I'm struggling like hell to keep up."

There was a wet explosion behind them. Brandy turned to glance. Ceridwen was high in the air, her cards spread out behind her and peeled off to shoot down like raindrops toward Calcine and Sparky. Calcine was reshaping the pool tiles into round shields with clay stems to form a kind of leafy vine. Sparky was using the slowly ascending climbing frame to shoot her webs closer and closer at Ceridwen. Her song was doing something strange, though, her cards curling around to cut webs she couldn't see. Her trailing purple robes twirled out of the way of the tile spikes Calcine was firing off from the bottom of the pool. Most of the pool water had drained away, and Calcine could not handle it, ripping it apart with her power. Hopefully, someone would catch it all, or the lower decks would wonder why it was raining.

Brandy felt the brush of fabric, Wren pushing her skirt back to reveal that throbbing Mimikyu cock fused to Brandy's hips. It really did look like it'd spear Wren if it went in her, reaching obscenely far past her belly button and laying softly against Wren's pudgy stomach. "There's no way you can handle this."

"I fucked Mercury to a draw. She said it herself."

"I don't believe it. Prove it." Wren huffed. "I'm not taking this if you don't."

"Not even for Dinah?"

"Come on, Wren," Dinah said, the voice coming from the cock. "You want me."

"No talking like that!" Wren said, choking back a laugh. "From Brandy's stomach, please, or this will be too weird."

"You want to try," Brandy grinned. "Do I have to get you ready?"

"Yes! Fuck, Sparky was good, but you're throwing around a monster there." Wren brushed back her spiky red hair and looked up at Brandy with her own red eyes. "And I mean it, you're taking it too."

"I only got the one."

"My Dinah is very adaptable. Dinah, for every inch Brandy stuffs me with, I want you to do the same to her. Let's make this a proper mirror match."

Brandy blinked, then she felt her heart rate rise. Dinah was already working on her, the inky tentacle feeling thicker and more insistent as it squirmed around her legs, pulling her thighs apart and slipping between her pussy lips.

"Woah, Dinah, wait, I haven't even put it in her yet.!"

"Ugh, get on with it then! I want to wear you both. You're a gorgeous matching set."

"Okay, I'll start slow," Brandy said as she rubbed her tip up against Wren's pussy lips. There was already a glistening there. Wren was more worked up than she'd been letting on. "Tell me if it's too much."

"It's obviously too much! But if this is what it takes to make you admit it, I will prove my mimicry is better than you think."

"You're going to break before I even raise a sweat," Brandy grinned. "But at least I'll get to see the faces I pull while I'm getting dicked down."

Brandy took a breath. She could endure this. As plans went, it was the usual passion-fueled madness for her. She was used to it. Wren would come worse off.

"Calcine! Brandy has a dick! I told you she'd be bigger than me. You owe me a Poffin." Sparky yelled before immediately spluttering. "Ugh! Your card tricks suck, Ceri, shuffle up your act a bit, or pack it in!"

Ceridwen's song raised pitch as she did a bright, witchy laugh. Brandy wanted to see what they were doing, but she had to trust her partners could win a two-on-one. Brandy was confident she could take Wren apart using a weapon worth of Mercury.

She wasn't so confident she would survive the teasing about it once she was done.