276 – Baked Flake (18+)

276 – Baked Flake (18+)

Calcine loved Brandy so much.

Her beautiful redheaded trainer, all fire and passion. The way she moved was poetry, her hips swaying with every thrust and her breasts bouncing as Sharpy pounded a Brandy shaped hole into the sand. Her moans were a beautiful melody, and as Calcine squeezed Brandy's hand, supporting her through the drilling she'd absolutely brought on herself, Calcine would have sworn Brandy's body heat was like the sun's warmth. Soothing, beautiful, nurashing.

Nurashing? That wasn't a word.

Fuck. Calcine was so drunk.

Not an easy feat for a Carkol. Her blood was molten rock, and the poison wasn't able to flow thick and fast in her veins. It showed the sheer terrifying strength of a Mega Pokémon that it had a lingering effect. A few thoughts slipped here and there to nonsense, and a lot of unfamiliar thoughts seemed to be floating on the surface of her mind. Calcine never blushed, but she felt warm-cheeked and oddly giddy right now. She didn't want sex; she wanted to touch things and enjoy the feeling under her fingertips.

Hold something solid like Brandy's hand and anchor herself to this beautiful world through her grip.

Calcine knew how horribly sappy that metaphor was, but she didn't even mind. Being wasted on Poison Fang was quite a lovely experience, and she had the best show to enjoy to cap it off. She got to watch Brandy get everything she wanted, making this moment extra special. Calcine only wished Sparky and Morgan could have shared it.

Sneaking a quick look, she saw Sparky being straddled, using all her hands to support Blahaj's weight as she bounced on her lover's tremendous cock. The Gym Leader would have likely been making a lot of noise if Morgan wasn't busy stuffing Blahaj's throat full. It was hard to tell who was winning; Blahaj seemed to be just enjoying herself and not even trying to take charge. Sparky's eyes were closed, her face a mask of pure, satisfied bliss. Morgan was smirking, her lips pulled into a confident grin as she rode Blahaj's face, her wing cradling the back of the Gym leader's head.

Good for them both, working together at last. Calcine worried about Morgan sometimes. The Murkrow fronted a lot of confidence, but her need for approval was obvious. Her Dark and Flying Types were at war inside her, one side demanding attention, the other demanding independence. She'd pick a fight with Calcine to try to take charge but melt and shy away when pressed. Their witchy little bird was still finding herself, and Calcine wanted to get her there. Feel those black feathers between her fingertips, coax out some moans from that pretty throat that could make such lovely noises when she wasn't trying so hard.

Brandy gave a scream of pleasure, and her fingers clenched around Calcine's. Calcine was an expert in Brandy fucking now. While this wasn't the hardest Brandy had ever taken it, the sheer emotional satisfaction of it all radiated off her. She was living out a dream, and even if it wasn't the best experience she'd ever had, the anticipation of it. That must have made it pretty damn sweet.

The redhead's whole body shuddered, and she slumped back. Her breasts heaved with breath, and her eyes fluttered. Calcine had been trying to count the orgasms, and she had lost track after the fifth. The heat rippled off Brandy's skin, and the soothing warmth made the flames inside Calcine's chest dance and leap joyfully. She fed fire back for Brandy's Steam Engine to drink up, recharging her partner before her body gave out under the stress.

Brandy moaned silent words, and Calcine knew what they meant. Dipping her head, she let Brandy kiss Calcine's cheek in thanks. A quick peck, but full of warmth and love.

"You're amazing," Brandy whispered, her voice froggy from all the moaning. "You really are."

"I'm a pretty big deal," Calcine grinned. She loved saying that, and it became more and more true every day.

"Sharpy... I dare you..." Brandy groaned and was silenced by Sharpy's large hand clasped over her mouth.

"Shut up," Sharpy growled, "This mouth is for moaning my name and telling me I'm the best."

White eyes glowing with heat, Calcine gripped Sharpy's wrist and stared into her red eyes. It was a staring contest that Calcine easily won. She didn't have two dicks in the greatest Trainer in Galar right now, throwing her off her game.

"What?" Sharpy snapped moodily, being a bit of a poor loser. "I can't help she wants it so bad. Listen to her."

Sharpy rolled her hips, and Calcine swore she could see Brandy's stomach stretching as those huge cocks moved around inside her. The trainer's eyes were closed, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts, and a soft whimper of pleasure escaped her throat and fluttered around Sharpy's fingers.

"You're her first hero." Calcine said, "She's always looked up to you. Compliment her."

"I could sweep you away with my Whirlpool in a blink." Sharpy snorted, "You're barely able to sit up straight. I've got as much inside you as I do in her."

"Stop pretending you don't want this," Calcine asked, "If you can't bare your heart, I'm not giving you our Gym Badge."

Sharpy growled low and loud, and Calcine could feel the heat radiating from her body.

"Arceus, you're both insufferable," Sharpy growled, her teeth flashing again, her face buried in Brandy's throat. Brandy's screams were muffled in Sharpy's skin, and Calcine could hear the Pokémon's jaw snapping.

"That's a yes," Calcine said, smiling.

"Shut it," Sharpy said, her voice muffled through the throat she was chewing. She grabbed Brandy's shoulders, squeezing them. She didn't dig her nails in, but Brandy screamed anyway. Her toes curled, and her body jerked as Sharpy thrust her hips harder.

"Fuuuuuuck," Sharpy growled. The sound was guttural, a bestial snarl that echoed around the chamber.

She was losing control, and Calcine couldn't hide her grin. Her eyes met Brandy's, and they were glassy, unfocused, staring out beyond the gym into some other world. She was a hot mess, her tongue hanging from her panting mouth as Sharpy's hips pumped away.

"Good girl," Calcine whispered, squeezing Brandy's hand. "We got this."

Sharpy's head fell back, her mouth opening in a silent scream of blissful release. Her eyes were wide as the pleasure washed over her, drowning her in waves. Her dicks throbbed, and her whole body went rigid. Calcine felt the tension build inside her and then the release as Sharpy finally let go, her dicks pulsing as she filled Brandy up as promised. It was messy, Brandy got filled fast, and cum soaked the sands as Sharpy was locked solid in a long, powerful orgasm.

It made it so easy to reach into her mouth, grab the Mega Stone tongue stud, and pull it out. Staring Sharpy dead in the eye, the still-orgasming Mega Sharpedo watched Calcine drunkenly fiddle with the barbell opposite the glittering stone. She tried to swipe at her, but her arm was still spasming as she was wracked by a powerful twin orgasm. All she could do was uselessly flail as Calcine unscrewed the securing barbell and pulled the Mega Stone free.

Purple and white flames poured out of Sharpy's skin, and her body shrank. Her Mega Evolution failed, and she collapsed, landing in the sand with a splat. The sudden loss of weight drove her to the ground. Brandy moaned, and her grip on Calcine's hand fell away.

Passed out. Don't worry, Brandy, Calcine has this.

Taking a deep breath, Calcine stood up and wobbled on her feet. Then, with flailing arms, she fell right atop the gasping Sharpedo with a heavy crunch.

"YOU ARE STILL DRUNK." Sharpy roared, trying to chew through Calcine's shoulder. But without her Mega strength, she couldn't quite sink her teeth deep enough to cause much effect.

"Shut up and cuddle," Calcine said, getting her arms in a bearhug around the shark woman. "You were great. That was really hot. Good job. I'm really happy for you."

"Oh, fuck off." Sharpy moaned, struggling to break Calcine's iron grip. "I'm going to make your incredibly fuckable trainer eat our badge! Your team is a menace! We're telling the next Gym to give you hell!"

She was all but confirming that Brandy was going to get her badge. Yes! Perfect. Calcine squeezed tighter, enjoying the feeling of teeth scratching over her skin. She couldn't wait to tell Brandy.

"Rather than try to bite me," Calcine said, swimming in the high. If you roll over, I'll show why I'm such a big deal."

"You roll over, and I'll show you why I'm a bigger one!" Sharpy growled. "Blasted Rock Types, unchewable!"

Well. They could wrestle over this one. To the victor goes the ass. Seemed only right.