240 – Good but Buggy

240 – Good but Buggy

Big Calcine. Huge. Massive. You could almost say ... Colossal.

Hehehe.

"What are you giggling about?" Calcine said fondly, squeezing her palm down on Sparky's hand. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough that it sent a shiver up Sparky's spine. The flame-haired giantess was being oh-so careful with her strength, and that filled Sparky's blood with nervous lightning. It wasn't pleasant to feel this anxiety. Almost nauseating even, and yet, the fact it was Calcine making her feel this way made it a rush that made Sparky want to bounce about the deck of the ship. To climb her shoulders and yell excitedly to everyone nearby, then draw down enough lightning that the skies would crack open, and she could let it all out in one pyroclastic burst that'd finally clear her head and stop her body trembling.

Sparky expressed all this bottled-up feeling with a completely mad grin as she turned up at the smiling Coalossal, her messy yellow hair bobbing about as she skipped to keep up with Calcine's long stride.

"You have to admit we make a funny pair! The Bug and Volcano!"

"Nothing funny about it," Calcine said. "There's no one I'd rather be with right now."

Sparky's reply died in her throat, and with a bite of her lip, she leaned into Calcine's thigh and let the Coalossal steer their walk.

It was so unfair how blunt Calcine could be! Sparky had no defenses against that kind of sincerity.

Calcine brushed aside her jokes and squished down on Sparky's heart as effortlessly as she breathed. Calcine wasn't stupid; Sparky didn't need to wait for her to earn a Fire Badge to know that. She had a tactical mind and a calm, methodical process to everything she did. Her being blunt wasn't because she couldn't pick up on Sparky's jokes; it was because when Calcine did something, it was with serious intent. When Calcine played a joke, you always saw it coming. But it was still funny because of how hard she ran you over. Since her evolution, Calcine had found the courage to commit fully to everything she did.

How was a bug meant to handle that? She was just a little thing, being told she was treasured by the coolest person she'd ever met. Brandy included. Sparky adored the leggy Trainer, but with Brandy, Sparky never felt undeserving. Brandy made it very clear she needed them all. If Sparky felt a bit useless, the woman attached to those legendary thighs would smooth her fur and patiently explain how Brandy needed them. Not just sexually, though the insatiable minx certainly did thirst for that, but what her Trainer was inheriting was becoming a strange mix of all three of them. It was so funny to see Brandy act like a little brat, and when they'd fought together, she'd brought the same manic energy and speed that Sparky loved.

Calcine though. Fuck, Calcine was her own impossibly beautiful thing. Every crack that let her take charge just made her more blisteringly attractive. It wasn't the size of her, though, that did do wonderful things for Sparky. Every bit of new confidence she had made her shine brighter. Her smiles were sharper and easier to get lost in, her eyes burned hotter, and even being around her made Sparky's skin prickle from the heat and sweat bead in her fur. Sparky had it so bad for this woman that it hurt, and she endured it happily.

"You two! Aw, look at you both. You look so cheerful."

Sparky hadn't been paying attention to where they were going, so lost in staring at her date that nothing else had mattered. Calcine had steered them to a poolside bar table, where an incredibly curvy woman was sitting surrounded by Wooloo, a tall glass of lemonade in hand and a massive sun hat on her head. Her curly black hair with red tips was like a less vivid version of Calcine's. She was slightly slumped into her chair, a lazy smile on her face that wanted to be brighter but didn't have the energy. The Wooloo around her were having fun giving her little kisses to her fingertips and thighs, nuzzling up with their soft coats as gently as they could, all content smiles and bright glowing gold eyes.

"Wren?" Sparky said, "I like the hair. Red tips are cool."

"I'm trying them out. It was fun being Brandy for a bit. I wanted something to remember her by," she said, stretching her arms up with a pained whine. It made her massive chest push out in a way that was really pleasing to the eye, and from her sly smile, she knew they were both looking at it. "If you're after my team, I'm sorry, but you broke them. They're having some Binding Ball time."

"I wanted to find you," Calcine said. "I have a favor to ask. Before that, you seem to be doing well for yourself. Do you have any hard feelings about the match?"

"I really wanted to win, but you gave it your all. We had a nice debrief with this Obstagoon called Glossia, who jumped in on our shower," Wren sighed wistfully, "I only half heard what she said. She's so hot. Like a lean punky Calcine with massive hair and a stare like she just wants to eat you right up. I was trembling the whole time, but she was great. I hate that I was so tired. I would have let her destroy me."

"Big, handsome, and with a hungry fire in her belly?" Sparky whistled, "Imagine being destroyed by someone like that. Wouldn't that be great?"

"I've seen the full package. You're gonna need to train hard. You're going to be a terrifying Ghost Ace Wren," Sparky shivered. "Keep at it; I want to watch with horror as you try to use Calcine as a measuring stick for your progress."

"You have some wonderfully strange tastes." Wren said, "Go on, if you're taking my Pokédex, you can leave me to relax. I'll be here when you get back. You broke me."

"Enjoyed doing it," Sparky grinned. "Glad I was effective."

"You're a little terror." Wren smiled. "But big where it counts."

Sparky couldn't help but feel proud of that.

"Come on," Calcine said, pocketing Wren's Pokédex and giving her a nod farewell. "It'll take about half an hour for them to get ready. Let's go check the shops on the pier. I want to buy you something nice."

"Them? Who's them?"

"You'll find out."

"Tell me!" Sparky clambered up Calcine's body as she took off. "Or I bite."

"I can tell you, or I can buy you something nice. One or the other. Won't have time for both."

Fuck. An obvious choice, but it was devious of Calcine to make Sparky pick. Maybe Calcine was learning a little from Morgan.

"I want you to spoil me. I need spoiling Calcine." Sparky sniffed. "I'm just a poor little bug on this team of terrors."

"You're the worst of all of us," Calcine smiled, sliding an arm around Sparky and picking her up for a breathtaking kiss. Fast, hot, and overwhelming. It was great. "But if you're scared, I'll protect you."

"You're the biggest terror." Sparky blushed as she dropped her weight into Calcine's arms. "I'm weak to Fire and Rock. You're my perfect counter."

"I'd never do anything you don't want," Calcine said, "And I know you want a lot. If I make you melt today, it's because you want it, need it, and deserve it."

Fuck. It was unfair. Sparky couldn't match this level of hotness. Not even close.

She'd burn up and be crushed and just have to hope Calcine enjoyed such an effortless victory. Even a taste of Calcine's dick had made her thoughts rattle to a mush. If Calcine actually went at her with her full strength? All Sparky would be able to do was squirm and take it.

Put like that, having such a big weakness for Calcine didn't sound so bad. She'd just have to last longer than Wren, she wanted the full Coalossal package. No matter how out of her league she was.