269 – Beach Reading Material

269 – Beach Reading Material

Tongue twizzle with a Mega Sharpedo. Flush Blahaj, the Gym Leader, out of her hiding place. Fuck the brains out of them both. Find out all she can about where Cherry is and then party with the girls to celebrate. Brandy had her work cut out for her.

Morgan's wind was pressed down on them all, keeping them pinned to a raft that was flying in the air, buffeted around in circles by the massive Hurricane Morgan had been able to whip up. Her Gust move had always been strong, but this was a whole other level. Given time, Morgan could cause a natural disaster! A small one, but inside this underground pool, it was more than big enough to be inescapable.

Feet firmly planted on the raft, Calcine used the Mega Sharpedo like a tetherball, swinging her around on the end of Sparky's webs as the Galvantula danced beside her, punching the air. She had four hands to punch, so it was a really manic victory dance.

"We're so fucking good!" Sparky crowed, "She threw a Mega at us and came up short!"

"She's going to be pissed when she gets free," Brandy said, trying not to stare at those bouncing Sharpedo boobs as her tail slapped against the water sucked up in the winds to try to get purchase. Her snapping jaw chewed up webs and forced Sparky to stick her with more. It made her whole body wiggle and bounce most hypnotically. It wasn't a Move. It was just a mouthwatering show to witness. "Let's not get cocky."

"I've got cock to spare," Sparky grinned as she fired off web after web. Her extra arms doubled her firepower, and she was more than eager to put them to use. "I'm kind of a big deal."

"Glad you could join us." Calcine grinned as she spun on the spot so fast her heel was grinding up wood chips from the raft's logs. "I can't keep this up long, she's flailing too much, and she's damn heavy!"

"Then let's not waste time," Morgan hissed, the sound of her wings beating lost in the roaring Hurricane that was getting out of control. It'd sucked up half the water in the room, and the churning waters were splattering the raft with an endless spray, soaking their naked bodies down. "What now, Brandy?"

"Throw her forward," Brandy said, "Like a dart, then Morgan, send all your wind after her."

"We'll fall." Morgan said, "Hard."

"Yeah," Brandy nodded. "The raft won't last long, but do you trust me?"

She looked around at the group, and they all smiled at her. Calcine's mouth was a warm furnace, her Steam Engine stoked by the splashing waters, hot white smoke peeling out of her mouth. Sparky on the other hand was a big, peppy smile, eager for the mischief to continue, while Morgan was a thin almost admonishing smile, like Brandy had just made an adorable fool of herself.

She kind of had.

"Stupid question; of course, you all trust me. So let's do it! Launch the shark!"

With a final tensing of her muscles, Calcine hammer threw the Mega Sharpedo ahead of them. To her credit, she did curl in the air and flick her tail to right herself so she was facing back at the ground. She looked pissed, her arms outstretched and claws flexing. She was smiling, too, the hungry smile of a predator about to feast.

The wind picked up as Morgan gave one final big beat of her wings, and Brandy found herself thrown forward as the Hurricane raced over the top of the raft. Only Sparky's webbing, shot right into her stomach, kept her from being swept away. The Mega Sharpedo had her arms crossed as the Hurricane winds slammed into her, and as her long blue and golden hair whipped behind her she kept her baleful red eyes locked on Brandy. A stare so intense it made Brandy swallow nervously; she'd worked Pokémon up before and worked them up really bad. But she'd never seen one so utterly determined to fuck her up and then drill her down. All the spinning hadn't even made her dizzy, just more excited.

Mega Pokémon were something else. This wasn't a fair fight. Definitely not one they were meant to win.

Brandy's heart beat hard. The soak in the water was countered by the heat of exertion, and it was making her Steam Engine purr just as hot and hard as Calcine's. She didn't break eye contact. She stared back with the same hungry intensity. A wordless challenge.

You wanna go, Sharkina? Then we're doing this.

Sharpy? Like the books?

The Mega Sharpedo growled, her throat a bassy rumble that made the beach vibrate.

"Let me at her, Blahaj," she said, "I'm not going to let her break this gym. I'm going to break her."

Brandy's mouth went dry as she looked at her team, still gathering their bearings. They'd got her on the sand; they had a chance.

"Now!" Blahaj laughed, "That's not very heroic of you, is it? Brandy's read all my books about you. You're practically her hero. She deserves your best, not your worst."

No. No, no, no. This couldn't be possible.

"You're Sharpy?" Brandy said, "I thought the books were all made up!"

"Oh no," Blahaj smirked and slapped Sharpy's ass, letting her tail go. "They're a little embellished and changed around for the kids, but they're the story of my beautiful wife and our many adventures together."

"Without the hip-breaking sex," Sharpy growled as she slowly got to her feet.

"Without that!" Blahaj nodded. "Brandy missed out on all that. Do you want to show her?"

"Oh, she's going to learn everything she missed."

Brandy could only stare in shock.

She had to be dreaming.

There was no way. They had to be fucking with her again. This couldn't be the Sharpy from her childhood. She couldn't be able to be fucked senseless by her childhood hero. It was just ridiculous.

Wasn't it?

She had all the Sharpy books. Read them religiously until the pages were dogged and the covers worn. Her tenacity, bravery, and willingness to do anything to put a smile on the face of the people she met. Brandy didn't just know Sharpy. She'd become her a little bit.

If anyone could work out the truth here, it was Brandy. She knew the shark of the stories. Did the story match up to the real thing?

She had no idea right now, but she felt it was about to be a learning experience.