225 – Toe the Line (18+)

225 – Toe the Line (18+)

Being the new girl was rough.

"Swapping!" Dinah yelled, using her Mimic'd Switcheroo to change places with Calico. The Dhelmise felt her frock coat suddenly tug away from her body as crackling webbing clung to it. Frustrating but she could power her way out of it, she was incredibly strong and resistant to electricity on top. Dhelmise had iron in their blood. A little shock wasn't a big deal.

Tearing her way out of the webbing that'd snared up Dinah, Calico grinned. No, it wasn't that you were expected to do the rough work. She'd happily work till her muscles ached to help out her team. It was the lack of camaraderie, the missing feeling of unity. She craved it, yet there was a hole in her heart where her team should be.

"Sparky," the red-headed trainer yelled. Tall and fierce, she was facing down two Pokémon like it was nothing to be concerned about. "Infestation, get her out of her costume if you can!"

"Borrow my Phantom Force again!" Calico yelled, gathering up her chain, ready to swing her anchor. Dinah hadn't had time to really get to know Calico. She fumbled a bit, changing gears, the patchwork-colored Wooloo hopping from foot to foot, shaking off biting yellow bugs until she could shimmer and go intangible, dumping them onto the deck. Dinah gave her a thumbs up, and Calico nodded back, green wisps of her hair floating around her shoulder dramatically as she heaved on the anchor, ready for an overhead slam.

It missed. The redhead took the Joltik's hand, and the pair danced nimbly to the right spot to dodge the arcing anchor, which slammed right through the wooden planks of the floor and stuck itself firmly. The Joltik poured webbing to tie it down as Dinah stopped shimmering and lit her hands with rainbow-colored magical fire. Borrowing that from Ceridwen, who, last Calico had looked, was getting absolutely railed by that flurry of black feathers they called Morgan.

It's a shame Calico liked the big-hatted mage. She seemed so effortlessly confident when they first met. Ceridwen's careful planning had met its match, though, and when the Mismagius had to rely on her own luck, she'd found herself with a bad hand. There was no help coming from there.

Dinah flung a few balls of colorful, glowing fire, but the trainer stepped up and took the hits this time, and parts of her maid dress lit up in rainbow flame. It was mesmerizing to watch her body slowly be revealed, so much so that neither of them spotted she was actually enjoying the experience. Bouncing on the balls of her feet like she was ready to run a race, the perils of not having a trainer to keep a cooler head and manage the team, they got distracted by a hot piece of ass.

Arceus above she was a beaut though, a perfectly toned athlete with fiery red hair and a winning smile. Her red eyes were so piercing Calico felt like she was being sized up from boot to tricorn, not an inch of spared attention. It made a Ghost feel good to be seen with such open interest. She couldn't help but pose a little, showing off her muscles and curves. She struck a good mix between a sturdy figure and curves you could be drowned in. She didn't have the curvaceous bombshell look Ceridwen had, but she was damn proud of her looks all the same. She could still remember Wren enjoying stuffing her face between her tits only last night; once that gal really focused, she was a fury.

They could use that focus, especially with how viper-quick Joltik was. They'd gotten distracted by a woman's clothing burning off, and the little yellow gremlin had slipped out of sight.

That was concerning.

Calico's crew were all masters of their roles; she had no fear of that, but the ship was not pulling together. She could have kept everyone together if she had been here earlier, but she was the new face. Not even a day with Wren, it didn't feel right to bellow orders when she should be acting as her right-hand gal. With the Coalossal tying up Wren, she had to look to Dinah for leadership.

Dinah wasn't cut out for it; the poor dear was a great fighter but was as unsure of herself as Wren was. Calico wanted to hug her. Instead, the redhead, Brandy, they'd called the lass. She'd stepped up as her clothes burnt off her, grabbed tufts of the Wooloo costume's wool in her hands, pulled Dinah in for a kiss, and shoved her head straight into the mouth of the costume so she could kiss the black goo inside. It was a slurping, wet kiss that made Calico's breath falter from shock at just how unreserved it was. Brandy was a force of nature, Dinah a bobbing toy boat wrapped up in the storm of passion.

"She's the best, right?"

Calico jumped at the sound of the Joltik speaking beside her ear, her green hair whipping out to snatch her up. One curl got around her forearm, and her hair pulsed. Mega Drain kicked in and drank deep from the excitable Bug's vast reserves of stamina. It felt amazing, like a swig of rum straight from the bottle chased down with some extra sweet liquor. It was enough to make Calico's thoughts swim as strength flooded into her limbs, making her feel giddy with power.

"You're a lot bigger than a normal Joltik. You'll make a nice big stain when I squash you," Calico teased, trying to keep a firm grip on the situation and not let the sudden surge of energy overwhelm her. It didn't have the effect she'd hoped. The Joltik giggled madly and slapped her ass with her free hand.

"This monster can squash me any time! Morgan will be spitting jealous, your ass is fantastic."

"Don't worry, I've had practice with beautiful stiff cocks. Just sit back and let the Bug make your toes curl."

Calico tried to keep her head. She really did. She tried to keep her hips steady, not thrust into that soft mouth as it sucked eagerly on her length. Her green hair, usually so obedient, writhed in a mass behind her head, twisting around her face, the tips trying to bury themselves in her mouth, seeking an outlet for the excess power they had absorbed. Her own living hair muffled her cries of pleasure as she bucked her hips, the Joltik's sharp nails digging into her thighs as she took the plunging shaft down her throat.

It was an impossible fight to win. Every inch of Calico was buzzing with pleasure, and she was happy to drown in it. Her anchor and chain rattled as she thrashed, her head whipping from side to side, her wailing cries of ecstasy muffled by her hair as she was milked by the eager Bug's mouth. Her hips jerked, and the Joltik was quick to clamber around on top of her, sitting on her face, her thighs pressing in tight to either side of her head.

Calico was all about teamwork, and the Bug had sacrificed. It was only fair she pitched in and sucked her dick right back. It couldn't be that hard, right?

It was, but Calico choked her way through it. She was a team player, and this was a skill she could use someday. Being new to a team was tough; fitting into an established group took time. You had to put the effort in to make your place, and if that meant she had to swallow some cock, then she'd do it.

As they both went at it, Calico had plenty of feedback to show she was getting good at it fast. Licking and sucking, the Bug's thighs squeezed in tighter and tighter around Calico's head until her face was a red mask and her green hair a tangled mess. She felt the pressure building up. The Bug's hips bucked and thrust into her mouth. Her hands dug into her scalp, holding her close. Calico wasn't expecting the Bug to finish first, but she was ready. Swallowing down her cum was a treat, the taste salty and electric. It was a heady rush, her whole body shaking as the electric fluid made her throat ripple with pleasure.

"That's a good Ghost," the Bug purred, stroking her face with her thighs as Calico panted, "You're not so scary when you're choking on my cock. Now, my trainers going to finish you off."

Calico blinked as she felt the Joltik get off her, her cock aching with near release as she looked up into fiery red eyes. Dinah's black goo was half hanging off the naked redhead's body, planting flurries of kisses all along her body as tentacles lashed around her limbs and teased at her pussy.

"Hi," Brandy grinned as Sparky playfully rubbed Calico's cheeks. "Sparky's a star, isn't she?"

Calico didn't need to speak with Dinah to know that Brandy was controlling her, her black-goo-covered hands reaching up and pulling Calico into a kiss. There was no resisting her; her tongue slipped into her mouth and claimed her, and Calico found her mind swirling. Brandy's hands were gentle but insistent, guiding her back and down onto the ground.

"Fighting you all has got me all worked up," Brandy murmured, breaking the kiss to straddle Calico's lap, planting Calico's aching cock against her stomach. "I want to see what you can really do. You up for the challenge?"

"For Wren, I'll do anything."

"Perfect answer," Brandy smiled. "Now, let's give you something to fight for."

She didn't waste any time sinking herself down on Calico's cock. She was hot and wet, and her insides squeezed around her so nicely. It was all Calico could do to not snap right away. Sparky had left her so close to bursting.

But no. Calico was a team player and the new girl. She had to put in a good showing. Prove that she had what it takes. She'd hammer this cocky trainer into the ground and pull her team out of the fire.

Or at least. She'd try.

Calico was pretty sure it wasn't going to be that easy.