I Want To Lay the Very Best! - 232 – Pre-Gaming (18+)

232 – Pre-Gaming (18+)

"Ladies," Morgan said, taking Maple's spot on the sofa by Brandy's side. "We have to address the nine-foot giantess in the room."

"Nine foot four," the giantess in the room replied. A little unusually smug for her, Calcine's lips were turned up at the edges, and she held her head high to make herself even more imposing. Even sitting down, she was massive.

"I don't think any of us have been ignoring her," Brandy grinned, pressing her head into the side of Calcine's chest. There was just so much of it to use as a pillow. With Morgan's wings added as a blanket, Brandy didn't need to sleep, but she wouldn't have minded at all when she felt this comfy. Calcine's hair was wonderful too, warm as her cloak but softer and able to finely drape over Brandy's skin. The red and black strands practically caressed her as they shuffled better to mold Brandy into the side of her body.

"I have been captivated," Sparky giggled, legs kicking. She'd spread herself across Calcine and Brandy's lap and looked so relaxed she was in danger of becoming a liquid. It was cute, even if her fat tits were a lot of weight to have pressed over Brandy's thighs. At least Brandy's body didn't mind Calcine’s cloying warmth, drinking it up to fuel her own Steam Engine. "She's majestic. But I am wondering if this will last until our date? I love Carkol Calcine, but I can't lie. Coaloassal Calcine has me a bit excited."

"The Fire Gem still feels hot against my skin," Calcine said, pulling the stone out of her chest. It was a good thing they'd had the forethought to make the chain on it extra long, or her neck would have snapped it like a twig. The inside was swirling with flame, red and white heat mixed a little like a candy swirl. "Our fight with Wren was intense, but I spent most of it caring for Wren instead of fighting. I think it'll last until the morning. Or maybe sometime during the night."

"You did spend most of the fight tonguing Wren," Morgan nodded, "I did notice that."

"How could you not?" Sparky giggled, "She wasn't exactly quiet. Calcine is a lady killer."

"Wren was very sensitive," Calcine smiled, looking down at Brandy wistfully. Brandy reached up to cup her cheek and enjoyed her hungry gaze.

"I'm more of a challenge?"

"A little bit," Calcine shrugged, "You're pretty noisy too."

She was definitely a lot more smug. Brandy squeezed Calcine's cheek and wiggled her eyebrows, practically daring her to do something. It got a blush out of Calcine as she called her hand over Brandy's, fingers stroking together. Was Calcine embarrassed about something? Morgan had said they needed to talk about something, and she was very in tune with Pokémon urges. What would Calcine need to talk about her new form?

Well. There was one obvious contender for a large problem.

"So, are we going to get to see it?" Brandy teased. "I doubt you've got anything to be shy about."

"Oh, she's not shy," Morgan said, "She's conflicted."

"I don't want to spoil the mood," Calcine said, leaning her head to kiss Brandy's fingers. "I'll work it out. Give me time. The match is about to start."

"I think we got a little time yet," Morgan leaned over to bat Calcine with her wing. "You could have fucked Wren but didn't, you just used your tongue. I know what's happening, and they'll work it out."

Pokémon biology was a fascinating subject that Brandy had adored at college. They were super varied, yet almost all of them had some shared traits. The ability to bond and eventually have a child with humans. A sixth sense for human arousal. A form that some people would find appealing. Hands capable of fine manipulation, kissable mouths, and, of course, a cock.

Brandy wouldn't say she was an expert on Pokémon dick, that was a very hotly contested position in Galar, but she knew that they were even more special than women thought, like all Pokémon's ability to make them somehow disappear. They didn't actually physically disappear; they were still there, and if you got hands on, you'd find it. But they could broadcast some mental signal that switched off people's perception of it. You just didn't notice them, your mind sliding off what was there.

It might be a gift from Arceus, giving Humans and Pokémon a chance to talk without constantly getting horribly distracted. Not that they didn't manage it perfectly fine anyway.

Still, Morgan had a point, as she often did. Calcine had been very shy about showing herself off, and Brandy didn't want her beautiful, firey heart to feel like she needed to squirm around them.

"We're here for you," Brandy said. "Right Sparky? Morgan?"

"Absolutely," Sparky said. "Bigger or smaller than me, I will be thrilled either way. I love the gorgeous bit of coal it's attached to."

"It's not the size." Morgan said, "I think I know your actual issue, Calcine, but do you trust me enough to fix it? I have a solution."

Brandy could make guesses, but it'd been clear recently that she needed to work harder to let Morgan integrate herself into the team's hearts, so she just supported. "There's no way you could disappoint us, Calcine, but I don't want you to feel you have to hide yourself either. If you're uncomfortable, we'll drop it, but know we're full of support right now."

Calcine sighed, but it was a happy sigh. A valve of tension within her body released, and she smiled again as she gently pushed Sparky off her lap and then brushed her free hand through Morgan's wings. "Letting you have plans for me is terrifying. But I do trust you. You share a lot of Brandy's craftiness when it comes to making sure everyone gets what they want."

"The trick is that what I want should be what everyone wants," Morgan grinned and rubbed her hands together. "Marina left us a whole tray of shots, and I think it's about time we got some use of them."

Sparky chanted 'Body Shots' over and over again as Morgan scooped up one of the shot glasses and held it up to sniff, the light glinting off the pale blue liquid inside it. "I thought they'd be vodka. These smell like gin to me. "

"Good!" Sparky said as she hugged Calcine's lower leg, her blue eyes looking reverently up her body. "My throat is going to have it rough enough tonight; I don't need Vodka making it worse."

"Liar," Calcine chuckled, smug pride returning to her voice. Morgan stuck her tongue out at her, but the cheeky gesture became more bashful with the blush on Morgan's cheek.

"Yeah, okay, I haven't. You are ridiculously hung." Morgan patted Calcine's cheek. "And you're torn on who you want to give it to first, aren't you? You sweet-hearted giantess?"

Calcine's gaze softened, and she nodded. "I want to share it with them both," she said, looking between Sparky and Brandy, her voice thick with guilt. "But one has to go first, and I can't decide who. It's impossible. Sparky deserves it for all she's done, but Brandy does too. She's our glue. Without her, none of this would have happened."

"I, of course, don't deserve it." Morgan sniffed, head held high. "The terrible fate of the new Pokémon on any team, to always be the third wheel in a strong relationship, alas I-"

"You can have my ass first. Get to the point."

"Deal! It's an exquisite ass."

Brandy would have been shocked by the sheer audacity of that if she didn't fully expect it from Morgan.

"Oh, what shot did you get, Calcine?" Morgan said as she picked up a new one, "So that we can keep track."

"Vanilla"

"Nothing vanilla about this," Sparky gulped. "Oh wow. I know you're a fire type, but this is so hot."

"Don't touch it," Morgan said as Sparky's finger moved towards the tip. "Calcine was struggling to work out which of you she wanted first, but that's because our fiery, sex-starved mountain can't think of anything but fucking your holes and is anguished that she can't fuck you both at once."

"I wouldn't put it like that," Calcine said, "But I want my first time with you both, and I'm just-"

Morgan shushed her, putting a finger to her lips. "Shut up and let me perform. Brandy? Sparky?"

Morgan shook a shot glass and then very carefully put the lip of the glass to the side of Calcine's cock, just about past the halfway mark. The glass gave the whole thing a sense of scale, making Brandy's stomach flips. Then Morgan poured, and the gin slowly drizzled down the shaft.

"Both of you, clean that up."

Brandy didn't hesitate. She crawled over and pressed her tongue to the base, her mind reeling from how much her cock filled Brandy's vision. Her lips and her cheeks tingled, and her whole body shuddered as the heat sank into her. Calcine's cock was even smoother than she'd expected, and Brandy's tongue was treated to a delightful honeyed taste as she ran it over the hot dark flesh. Calcine's cock was fat, but not so much that she couldn't see past it at all, and on the other side of that black slab were Sparky's glowing blue eyes. Her fizzing tongue brushed over Brandy's as she cleaned up Calcine's cock like she was going to get a prize if she got every drop.

"Oh wow," Calcine breathed. Her hands were balled into fists, her whole body tense as her thighs flexed. Brandy didn't feel brave enough to look her in the eye, so she focused on the job. She could hear Morgan whisper to Calcine, but not the exact words. They were too low.

Brandy felt Calcine move as the cock shook between their lapping tongues, and a firm grip of her hair guided Brandy to the head of Calcine's cock. Calcine's thighs parted further as Sparky came up, too, the little bug moaning loudly as she slurped up the little dribble of molten liquid that'd run from the tip. It didn't burn her. She seemed to quite enjoy it even, her hands finding Brandy's and squeezing tight as they were both made to kiss around Calcine's fat cockhead.

"I am a genius," Morgan said, "That is a beautiful sight."

"Feels even better," Sparky purred, her soft, tingling tongue brushing against Brandy's as she licked away. "You ready to tackle this, Brandy?"

"Thank you for waiting, Ladies!" the tannoy blared with Joan's voice, "We had to chase down some pool water. But now we're ready to start the next round. Grab a seat, grab a drink, and grab the cutest nearby woman. You'll want somebody to hold onto for these two competitors. They're both breathtaking."

"Calcine," Morgan tutted, "You'll have to let us all see the match. Let's stop this."

"Not a fucking chance," Calcine growled.

"Well, then I'm taking a video so we can mollify Maple after," Morgan said, shuffling through Brandy's bag. "I hope you're prepared to make a lot of noise, Brandy. Maple needs you to cheer for her."

"Oh, she'll make plenty," Calcine smirked, and Brandy shivered. Her thighs rubbed together, and she squeezed Sparky's hand, the little bug giving her a look so full of dopey love it was almost overwhelming. She couldn't be happier right now, and Brandy's heart swelled with her, feeding off her excitement. She leaned past Calcine's cock to get a proper kiss off Sparky, that thick shaft battering at their cheeks as they mauled lips around it. Insistent that it had more attention paid to it.

"Good luck," Sparky whispered.

"Don't need luck, got all of you."

"Ladies," Morgan snapped. "Less pre-game talk and more sucking. I want to see that thing covered in sloppy kiss marks."

Well. Brandy couldn't argue with the rules now, could she?