257 – The Bug Queen

257 – The Bug Queen

Planning had to be quick, so the gang had gone into a huddle. The obvious first suggestion was sex, but they all dismissed that one relatively quickly. Last night had been wild enough that everyone still had an excited buzz and wanted to take this challenge in a cleverer way. Sex right now would be nice but also kind of a boring way to try to grab Ziggy's attention.

Boring sex. Brandy hadn't even considered such a thing before. She truly was spoiled.

Instead, they'd gone in a circle spitballing ideas. Sparky had been up for just trying to wreck the place, bombing down slides and forcing Ziggy to step in to stop them. While that might work technically, it didn't really fit the Gym's theme for baring hearts.

Brandy pitched skinny dipping and truth or dare. The pool was quite alluring, and Brandy was sure it'd work with the right questions, but her partners felt it was a bit too thrown together. They needed something more intimately personal. They were right, too, so Brandy graciously passed it on to Morgan.

Morgan had come up with a fun idea: they would join hands and flounder in the water, using her Foul Play move to share experiences and enter a meditative state. It was a great idea, but it needed to hook in Ziggy, and all of them floating there probably wouldn't look too appealing.

Calcine was last, and with some time to think, she whispered something to Morgan, and the Murkrow began nodding rapidly. "Yes, yes, yes. That's perfect. When you're right, you're right."

"What is it?" Sparky asked. "No secrets! We bared our hearts!"

"Do you trust me?" Calcine asked as she sat on the edge of the pool. Dipping her legs in. Morgan flapped off towards the lockers and slid out the door back into the front of the Gym. "Both of you?"

"Obviously," Sparky scoffed. "Brandy, can you believe this rock?"

"Silly question," Brandy said. "But I can't let you do the challenge for me."

"You'll have a big part in this." Calcine said, "Huge."

"Calcine does know huge," Sparky nodded and looked over to Ziggy, who was still atop the lockers kicking her legs. "What about you? You want to try to get Calcine's secret out of her?"

"Try harder." Ziggy laughed, "As bait goes, this is barely anything."

"It's not the bait. It's a trap," Calcine smirked. "One you won't be able to resist swimming into."

"Ooh, ominous." Ziggy swished her tail behind her. She had a tail! A long blue crescent tipped with a forked end that lazily swished through the air. Teeth, an attitude, and a tail? Brandy might not be baiting her, but she was baiting Brandy really hard right now. She needed to get this shark lady to sink her teeth into what they had to offer.

"We need cozy," Calcine said, "Brandy, how do we do cozy?"

"Flame Charge the pool water; get it nice and toasty." Brandy said, "We could use a little mist in here. Like a hot spring."

Sparky's fur crackled with a fizzle of electricity as the corners of her mouth turned into an impish smile. Then she cleared her throat and laid it on thicker. "You just want to turn me into a puddle and then ride my huge dick! You're all so cruel, using me like a rag."

Ziggy laughed, and Brandy wasn't sure at what, but if it was at the idea of her Joltik being small, then she wouldn't have that. She slipped her hand into the water and stroked her hand over Sparky's swimsuit, stirring the leviathan within with teasing touches. She needed to rouse Sparky up, which meant borrowing a little of Calcine and Morgan and stiffening her spine. With a bite to Sparky's bottom lip, Brandy tugged her gaze up. She let it go with a pop. "I am your Trainer. You're going to do what I tell you."

"Ghghdsf." Whatever Sparky said was lost in a mix of shivering and moaning, her eyes going wide as she stared up at Brandy's fiery eyes. Calcine was laying out warm towels on the pool's edge, so Brandy steered Sparky over there and laid her back on them, the water cascading off the bug's fur as she crackled with electricity.

"Drink, Ma'am?" Morgan said, emerging from the steamy mist with a can in her hand and a wingful of snacks. The drink was some garish coloured can, and when she cracked it open, Brandy immediately caught a whiff of the sharp stink of energy drinks. "Only the house’s finest."

Electric Types and energy drinks usually didn't mix well. They had plenty of energy already, but she could hardly argue against it if they were spoiling Sparky. Unable to speak full words, Sparky held her mouth open, and Morgan tipped it in from a stand. The stream of it splashed Brandy's hair, catching a taste of the horribly overdone lemony taste.

"The vintage to the lady's liking?"

Sparky spat some of the drink back out at Morgan and grinned, the Murkrow narrowing her eyes.

"Oh dear, our guest seems to have spilled a little. Let me get that for her."

Brandy watched from the water as Morgan just straight up stood on Sparky's face with immense satisfaction in her eyes, using the sole of her foot to 'clean' Sparky up. The steppy energy was off the charts, and Brandy could see Sparky's cock tenting out her swimsuit. Ziggy was watching it all with her thumb bit, a thoughtful look in her eyes. She was being entertained, at least.

"Is Madam done drinking?" Morgan said, dropping her polite voice an octave to give it a sinister, spine-tingling rumble. "Or does she want to lick up every drop?"

The noise Sparky made was completely muffled by the foot on her face, but it was a happy one. Morgan stepped back with a satisfied huff, leaving Sparky gasping and dazed as energy drink ran down her cheeks, over her chin, and dripped into her fur.

"Oh dear, Calcine, clean that up for me?"

"Of course," Calcine said, leaning in and biting on Sparky's throat. Sparky's legs kicked up out of the water as a loud, slutty moan echoed around the pool. Calcine took her time, slurping away and making Sparky's swimsuit strain with the effort of keeping her contained. Brandy had front-row seats to a cock that was begging for release; her partners had done beautiful work setting the stage for her.

It was her turn to take over and show this bug their love wasn't just for show. They were willing to put in way too much effort. A lavishing that would make Ziggy so jealous she couldn't help but try to get a piece.

"Now, shall we start with the massage?" Brandy said with a smile to the Shark Woman, who was going to draw blood if she bit on her thumb any harder. "Does my fair fuzzy lady prefer a hand massage? Or tongue?"

"I'm going to die," Sparky whined, her voice thin and reedy, "My heart is going to explode, and I will fucking die."

Brandy licked her lips. "Loud and clear, tongue it is."