220 – Being a Little More Brandy (18+)

220 – Being a Little More Brandy (18+)

Seven orgasms.

Some people wouldn't see the challenge in it. Brandy was an attractive Trainer with a deep well of stamina. She had the muscle to do what she wanted with a woman and the fire in her heart to use that muscle to please her. Combined with the gift of a cock that could be the stuff of legends, a lot of the crowd probably thought the spoils of this Lucky Chant would go to Brandy for sure. That's because while most of the general public had plenty of sex, they usually settled for an orgasm or three before cuddles and sleep.

Even Researchers would find seven orgasms in one session a challenge, so Brandy couldn't just pound Wren silly. No matter how easily the Postwick lady came, she'd still pass out in a mushy heap well before Brandy got that high. Luckily Brandy had been blessed with plenty of experience from big dicked Pokémon who knew how to go the distance, and one in particular could help here.

"Caught your breath?" Brandy said, stroking a hand down to feel the thickness of the cock that was still half buried inside Wren. The woman wearing Brandy's look was a panting mess, her pussy hot against Brandy's fingertips, sopping wet and clinging onto Dinah's cock so firmly it was an effort to even move. This wouldn't be easy if Wren was already this out of it. Dazed, Wren blinked, those big red eyes slowly focusing on Brandy and bringing a smile to Wren's lips.

"You're a monster," Wren whispered hoarsely, the sound of her voice cracking a little with lust as Brandy gave a small thrust of her hips. "Oh, oh fuck. Fuck me."

"I'm going to," Brandy grinned. "But I want to tell you my plan."

"Risky that." Wren sighed, a hand on her stomach as Ceridwen helped remove more of her copied maid dress. "But I think you love a bit of risk, don't you, Brandy?"

"Our Trainer is quick on her feet," Calcine said, one arm around Brandy's waist to support her as she stroked Wren's bared stomach. Her warm fingernails dug furrows in a belly a fair bit softer than Brandy's developing abs. "If she was a real Maid, I think she'd have trouble cleaning up the mess she's going to make here."

"I'll clean it all up," Sparky said, running her tongue down Calcine's arm and over her hands, licking between her fingertips. "You'll come out spotless, promise."

"Hot," Dinah growled, her voice emanating from Brandy's chest. A tentacle curling out Brandy's puffy maid sleeve wrapped itself around the Joltik's arm and squeezed it. "You lap my Wren clean, and I'll make sure Brandy comes out of this shining."

"Deal," Sparky said, rolling her arm. Her kisses crackled around Calcine's fingers, leaving fizzling wet patches on Wren's stomach. The Postwick Trainer was shivering with anticipation, her legs rubbing against Brandy's thighs as the sparks flew.

"Calcine," Brandy said, "Flame Charge her to keep her relaxed for me. She's going to need to relax. She's got a lot to handle."

"I won't, no chance."

"You will," Brandy slapped a hand to Wren's hip, making her jerk with a little squeak. "I'm Training you up, remember? So, how about I tell you how to handle big dicks. We might as well start with the owner of the real deal. Mercury."

"We lasted a while." Ceridwen says, "We set her difficult challenges, and she couldn't resist them no matter how implausible. We only lost because we underestimated her. She truly can pull off the impossible."

"I've seen Brandy pull off the impossible." Calcine smiled, her arm around Brandy's back tightening in a hug. Her Fire gym badge shone on her chest, right beside her glowing Fire Stone. "She'll encourage you to do the same, you watch. It worked for me."

"The trick with Mercury," Brandy said, leaning slightly back to enjoy the hug briefly. "She knows her Partners better than they do themselves. She gets in their head. She fucks like you do Wren."

"I'm no Mercury, come on." Wren blushed. "Love the compliment, but that's nonsense."

"It's true. You learned about what worked on me so fast. Had Dinah here use that knowledge on me, forced me to pull out Calcine first. You won the first round acting like her." Brandy rolled her hips, and Dinah mimicked everything she was doing, probably so Wren had a chance here. But it also gave Brandy a nice advantage; she could feel everything she did, and Wren's body was a much better copy on the inside. Her pussy might be a little smaller and stretched out more, but the soft spots that made her tremble? They were the same, and Brandy wasn't afraid to hit them.

"Fuck." Wren shivered, her hands moving down to grab at her breasts, her thighs flexing against Brandy's legs. "You're really, ah, really good at this."

"So are you," Ceridwen said, stroking Wren's cheek with her long, slender fingers as she let her Trainer catch her breath on the Mismagius' firm chest. "I didn't bond with you out of pity. I did it because you're an incredible act. You don't just please people; you get right in their heads and share their hopes and dreams. It's an excellent trick."

"Pretending to be something I'm not." Wren sighed, but Brandy just had to squeeze her ass and thrust a little harder to knock her out of that black mood. "Fuck! Too big! Ridiculous thing. Fuck. So good though."

"Mercury does the same trick," Brandy said, "She learns all about you, and then she fucks you better than you've ever had before. Wren, you're not a faker. You haven't tried to actually be me once this whole fight. Admit it, you're a Trainer who adores Trainers."

"Brandy's the same for Pokémon," Calcine said, rubbing up higher, traveling over Wren's navel with Sparky's electric licking following the whole way. "She wants to know everything about us. She's taken to Dinah already, and I bet she's letting Ceridwen cast a spell on her. Because she cares about their needs, just like you do about Brandy's."

Brandy leaned in, making Wren twitch and squirm as the cock dragged along her insides. It felt like there was a fire in Brandy's throat as she growled. "And I'm going to help you prove it. You've got my body. You're in my head. If you're good at this, you know me right now, Wren. What do I want?"

"To make me orgasm my brains out?" Wren said, her breath low and excited.

"Of course, but I mean more simple. What do I want to do right now?"

"Make me happy," Wren said, breaking into a smile. She pushed up with her hands, coaxing Ceridwen to float her forward. Brandy carefully resisted hilting herself as their bodies were brought closer together, thigh muscles taunt as she locked her legs. The urge to fuck Wren back into her Pokémon was overwhelming, but she resisted to let Wren have her moment. Wren kissed Brandy on the lips. It was a hard, hot kiss. A passionate and desperate thing that was only possible for two people who trusted each other. One false move and heads would be knocked, and the moment spoiled. The trust was there, making Brandy's heart soar as Wren pulled back with a grin.

"I've never met a Trainer like you," Wren laughed, reaching out with a trembling hand to stroke Brandy's cheek. The woman wore a smile, her face flushed with sweat and lust. The look in her eye was pure desire now, but not just for her own pleasure. She wanted to see Brandy cum too, and with a little roll of her hips, she experimented with fucking Brandy back.

The sudden thick spreading made Brandy's spine curl, and Wren matched her, melting back into Ceridwen's arms. This cock worked both ways, and they could both put in the effort. Brandy's hands moved, cupping Wren's ass and pulling her up and back, dragging the thick cock from her pussy. Even going out was dizzying; Brandy's heart thundered in her chest as waves of pleasure rippled out. Once, they'd have been overwhelming; now, they were just immensely distracting in the best possible way.

"I can't believe how good you are at this," Wren gasped, her hands moving around Brandy's shoulders to grip tight, clinging onto her like a lifeline.

"How good we are at this," Brandy said, her eyes fixed on where she and Wren were joined. The fat cock was glistening wet, the shaft soaked in the juices of the Trainer's pussy. A thick trickle of it was sliding down the length, the cockhead throbbing as Calcine and Sparky kissed and licked up and down her side, nuzzling into her neck and teasing her hips with playful bites.

"I could," Wren smiled. "Ceridwen, did you hear?"

"I did," Ceridwen called as she dodged a few flung bits of her own magical flame from Calcine's spinning body, "Want me to hand it off?"

"Poltergeist me babe." Wren said, tapping her head to Brandy's. "Thanks for believing in me, Brandy. Fuck that was good, too; you should get a strap. Make a lover very happy."

She seemed dippy, but Brandy took the compliment, giving Wren a peck of a kiss and stroking with her hands. "I'll have to use my tongue now. You're not getting off easy."

"Mmmm," Wren rubbed her hands over Brandy's back as she clung to her. "I'd love that. But I know what you want now. You want me to give you my best. You believe in me. So... I got a secret."

Brandy began to sink with Wren, the pair holding each other as they went down to their knees. Wren was pliable as she was pushed back. "When I was screaming, I heard something. Ceridwen! Poltergeist, please."

A small fat oyster bounced across the pool tiles, purple energy shrouding it and helping it float high. Wren snapped her hands around it just as Calcine punched Ceridwen's jaw, sending the Mismagius skimming across the pool, her robe edge trailing through the water as she cackled. "Too late!"

Wren gave Brandy a kiss, a firm, happy one. "You're a peach, Brandy. But when you rang my bell. I heard the judges ring theirs."

Wren pressed the button on the oyster, cracking it open with a red light that began to form between Brandy and Wren.

Not an Oyster at all. A binding ball.

"Calico! Switcheroo, swap the ball on her hip for yours!"

Fuck! Brandy went to grab Morgan's ball, but as her fingers brushed it, she felt the glossy texture change to a rougher, shell-like texture. The yawning mouth of a fat oyster, while Wren clutched Morgan's mystical patterned ball to her chest. "I'm still tingling from what you did, but it'll wear off soon." Wren grinned. "You believe in me? Then I'm going to win this."

Brandy couldn't be happier for Wren. She'd found her spirit.

But like hell, she was going to let her win. She'd have to damn well earn it.

"Calcine, I need you on me!" Brandy yelled as the red light took form. "Fast! Sparky, Thunder Wave that goop off you!"

As Dinah yelled from a crackling explosion, Calcine turned to run for Brandy. She got three steps, and a massive anchor pounded her right in the chest. A long steel chain was attached to it, crashing onto the ground and snaking all the way back to wrap around the fists of the woman who'd pushed Brandy and Wren apart.

Wild green hair, she was wearing a massive green frock coat with tattered edges, and she filled it out with more than her fair share of muscle. She looked incredibly sturdy, even more broad-shouldered than Calcine, and some fat tits stuffed into a white shirt that was straining to contain them. Thick ankle-length boots stomped the ground as the chain rattled, Calcine trying to push the anchor off her. She pulled the chain taught, dragging Calcine along the deck.

"I'm called finally, and it's to shovel coal?" she huffed, tilting up the peak of her hat. A huge tricorn with a compass pinned to it like a carnation flower now settled on her head at a jaunty angle. "We're on a ship, Captain!" the woman yelled. Her voice had a proud bellow that was a little overwhelming to hear point blank. "And you called me out last? I'm in my element here!"

"Best for last," Wren smiled, stroking Morgan's Pokéball. "You've already stolen me a treasure. Making up for lost time!"

"Damn straight." Calico nodded. "Well, no point bellyaching about it. Orders?"

Wren laughed. "I'm running a bit low on gas. Can you Mega Drain some off Brandy for me?"

Calico turned her head to look at Brandy, her head tilting up as she wasn't much taller than Wren, and that put her a few inches under Brandy. Her wild green hair writhed in long strands around her head like it was alive as she looked Brandy up and down with her cat-like eyes, a single slit of red against the white. It made her look even more feral than her piratical get-up already suggested.

"Now, you're a prize," Calico grinned, her hair rearing around her like the grasping tentacles of an octopus. "Tall, strong, and brimming with energy. Share a little with my Captain, and I'll have you bent over something hard and rewarded with something harder."

"Sparky Electroweb me!" Brandy said, jumping back as Calico's hair raced out to snatch her arm. Two sparkling webs hit her shoulders, and she was hauled off her feet and slid across the deck towards a Joltik still slightly coated in black goop.

"You're the best," Brandy said, hauling herself up with a squeeze of Sparky's leg. "Sorry, but there's no time for more praise. We can't leave Wren to catch her breath and complete the Lucky Chant. I need to get back on her."

"I will settle for being incredible," Sparky smirked. "We need Morgan. We all missed the bell. Now it's bad odds. Dinah's wriggling about somewhere here, and Calico looks like a mean tank."

She was certainly cocky enough, tugging on the chain and dragging Calcine across the deck a bit more to stop her from freeing herself, twirling the heavy-looking thing around effortlessly, digging a massive gouge into the wooden deck with every spin.

"She's going to try to pin me the first chance she gets," Brandy said. "Then they'll just wait out the clock."

"Well, Calcine's stuck." Sparky fired a web shot at Ceridwen, who cut through it with an Ace of Spades and a cheerful little hum. Sparky groaned. "I'm really learning to hate cocky flyers. I don't think I can even fight her. All three of them? No chance."

"You won't have to." Brandy grinned. "It's Coalossal time."

"Oh fuck yeah, let's see how big Calcine's thighs get."

Well, that wasn't what Brandy was doing it for. But she had to admit, she was curious now. If this went well, she could spare a moment for a quick peek.