I Want To Lay the Very Best!

217 – Second Act (18+)

Calcine or Morgan? Brandy felt like shit about her choice immediately.

Morgan was strong against Ghosts. Ghost Types were weak to Pokémon, who shared their own obsessive natures, and while Dark Types weren't obsessive, their raw, instinctual nature hit all the same buttons. The Murkrow would easily make a Mimikyu melt from flattery and understanding. If Brandy wanted to win this, and she did, she made the most sense. Any tactician would have called on Morgan without a second thought. They'd even all agreed before the fight that Morgan should be second, especially with no way for Calcine to use Rock Tomb.

In the heat of the moment, though, Brandy had reached for Calcine. She'd had her confidence knocked being played, and Calcine was a comforting rock to lean on when she let doubt creep in. Calcine believed in her stronger than anyone. 

Brandy could have justified her pick in other ways. Calcine would be best for ripping off the Mimikyu, but Brandy wasn't about to lie to herself why she'd done it. Picking Calcine first was unfair to Morgan, and the Murkrow would be right to be disappointed. Something they'd have to talk out, but later. Morgan hated losing, and Brandy wasn't about to pile on the disappointment when the moment came.  

"Sparky," Calcine called, "Why is Brandy growing tentacles?"

"Invited a Mimikyu into her dress," Sparky said, fur wet as she breast-stroked her way back to the side of the pool. "Short Brandy is the other trainer. Wren. She can shapeshift a little. Squeeze her waist; she's basically a thick Brandy right now. Almost makes up for her kicking me into the pool."

Wren had turned the fight around, but she'd still had to endure Sparky's tongue to get there, and Sparky had been enthusiastic in her efforts. Wren had rolled off Brandy and was on her back, breathlessly panting as she held one hand over her chest, feeling her own racing heartbeat. Not even making a move to get her second Pokémon out. Did she think she didn't need it?

Maybe she didn't; Dinah pulsed against Brandy's skin, the Mimikyu trying to press the tentacle in her pussy deeper so she could drag its bristly texture across her insides. Maws full of slightly pointed teeth dug into Brandy's sides as tentacles slipped out of gaps in the fabric looped around her arms and legs, holding them fast. Dinah wasn't trying to hurt Brandy, far from it. Her touch was simply intoxicating, but it was a grapple Brandy had no chance of controlling. She'd let Dinah be in charge, and Dinah wasn't surrendering that easily. 

"Sparky, you up for round two with Wren?" Calcine said, cracking her knuckle and giving Brandy a fiery look that made her go so weak at the knees she was actually glad her legs had Dinah's supporting tentacles. "I'm going to save our hapless Trainer."

"Oh, I'm ready," Sparky said as she pulled herself out of the pool. She looked so ridiculous with wet hair; her fluffy fur stuck down over her body clumped together, strands poking out all over the place like an off-brand Zigzagoon. "Wren. Are your thighs ready?"

"I'll be fi-" Wren cut off with a choked cough when she saw Sparky in all her fur-soaked glory. She was swinging her dick about, literally, and the size of it had her tongue locked in her mouth. It was nice to see there was something that could finally put her off her game. She licked her lips like they were painfully dry and cleared a frog in her throat. "I could use some more foreplay?"

"Shouldn't have kicked me in the pool then," Sparky grinned as she dripped water onto Wren's body and clambered on top of her. "If you'd only squeezed your thighs harder, I'd have been wetter than your Partner there."

"Oh," Wren blinked, wide-eyed. "Can you take it slow? It's a lot."

"Only because you said that," Sparky kissed Wren on the cheek. "Now, where was I?"

At least Sparky would have her pulling out her second very soon. Brandy didn't know why Wren was stalling on that, but she wouldn't last long against a worked-up Sparky.

Now, she just had to pay for her own mistakes. 

"Can I ask who my trainer has trapped in her clothes?" Calcine said as she walked over; a tentacle lashed out at her, and she just grabbed it with one hand and squeezed it with a hiss of heat. Brandy's dress moaned, another weird first, her skirt fluttering up from the surprised exhalation as she felt Dinah loosen against her. 

"Dinah," the dress said back, "And I'm not trapped. I'm taking good care of her. She gave me a lot of compliments."

"Meant them all," Brandy groaned. The tentacle inside her was just unfair. It was learning what she liked so fast and was absolutely merciless in abusing it. With the ability to shift and change, the wet tentacle made up for its lack of pleasingly hard thickness with an ever-changing exploration of pleasure. "You're amazing at fucking too. Wren's a lucky woman."

"Thank you," Dinah said, her voice emanating from the air around Brandy. "It's tough having no real body. People can love you for all the wrong reasons. But you really do just want me, even if it puts you at a disadvantage." 

Dinah sounded so genuine Brandy didn't think this was another trick. Dinah really did have body issues and appreciated Brandy's displays of affection. For all of Wren's team seeming deceptive, they weren't being horribly sneaky. They were more just working out what Brandy wanted and using it fully.

Oh. Wait. Oh no.

That was what was really going on, wasn't it? Wren had said Brandy was her obsession. She was doing to Brandy what Brandy did to Pokémon. She learned what she liked and then did her utmost to fulfill it.

Fuck. That was far more dangerous than whatever cheating Brandy had expected. That could break her.

"You want to reward her, Dinah? Bend her over," Calcine said, tapping her palm with her fingers as she made and unmade a fist. "I'm going to knock some sense into my Trainer."

They were going to break her if Calcine didn't first!

"I shouldn't be helping you, but I really want to see you do something to her nice, firm butt." Dinah giggled, and Brandy felt a tug from her clothes as she bent over. The dress shifted itself, her skirt flapping over her ass and leaving it bare. She got a good look at Sparky and Wren. Wren was pinned down by Sparky as the Joltik slowly eased inch after inch of dick into her. Despite being a soaked, scruffy mess, Sparky's shining eyes showed how much she focused on her work here. Her lip bit in furious concentration, eyes laser-focused on Wren's bright red face as Wren's hands gripped Sparky's plump ass like it was a life preserver. 

"They look good, don't they," Calcine murmured as she bent her body over Brandy's, playfully nudging away the tentacles as her hand smoothed itself along Brandy's butt. Brandy drank in that warmth, her Steam Engine purring happily as it got an injection of heat. "Our Bug is going to rattle her brains. Only fair I get to rattle yours."

"Calcine," Brandy groaned, "We're in a fight."

"If you wanted to win the fight, you should have called out Morgan," Calcine growled as she brought a hand down with a crack across Brandy's ass. Brandy moaned as the strike rocked through her. Calcine wasn't holding back; empowered by Smack Down, it made her whole body jerk as a wave of pleasure smashed through her. It might leave a red mark, and Brandy didn't hate the idea of a burning reminder of Calcine's touch. "But instead, you picked me. The fiery brute to save your skin. I can't just peel that Mimikyu off, can I? She'll grip inside of you. You got yourself in a real situation."

"Why don't you just fuck her with Dinah?" Wren offered. She was hugging Sparky with her arms and legs clamped onto her to try to stop her from thrusting too hard. She looked exhausted already, skin soaked with sweat and red spiky hair almost as damp as Sparky's fur. "Dinah can coat Calcine's cock. Trust me, it'll be better than anything you've ever felt."

"Tempting, but Calcine, don't let up, " Brandy said, trusting her partner to have a plan. "Smack Down. Hard"

The next strike sent her rocking forward. Dinah was nice enough to cushion the fall. The tentacles wrapped around her arms in a thick layer to break her fall against the deck's wood. Calcine's guiding hand on her hip could have stopped her, but she hadn't. Instead Rapid Spinning on the spot with Brandy in her arms and freed her from Dinah with a tearing of fabric that had her Maid Dress splitting along the seams and a tentacle pulled writhing out of her pussy that nearly had Brandy coming apart. 

"Any more surprises for me?" Calcine said as she hugged the ruffled Brandy with one arm, her torn maid dress half hanging off her body as she leaned against her partner. "Not that I'm hating this."

"Mercury is a judge."

"Really?" Calcine snorted. "Well, I bet she's loving this show."

"It's been pretty mixed success, but you're here now. Time to win it."

"You're the anchor of the team, Calcine?" Wren said, her voice trembling as Sparky crackled. She reached a hand out for the writhing mass that was Dinah, the black goo slipping into her dress instead. "I can't take any more, Dinah; this dick is way too good. Ceridwen time."

"Not our new girl?" Dinah said affectionately as her tentacles stroked over Wren's skin. "She could take the big one."

"Ceridwen, please, quickly!" Wren gasped as Sparky rolled her hips, digging deep and making her body tremble. "And no spilling secrets! We're here to learn!"

Brandy and Calcine jumped to try to stop the tentacles, but they were wily, writhing around them and snapping a ball off Wren's belt, throwing it out over the pool, where it broke open with a loud pop. 

There was a rustle as the light formed, and the white light exploded in a spray of playing cards flowing around the white light in four spherical bands, all separated by suits. The figure inside was tall and had a slim waist, but perched atop a truly curvy pair of hips and ending in broad shoulders that gave her a killer hourglass figure. She was wearing a purple robe that looked about six times the size of her, open at the front and fluttering off the edge of it, ending in pink frills that danced just above the water. Thick thighs squeezed into fishnets barely up to the task and delicate strappy dancing shoes that tip-tapped in the air. A thin smile and golden eyes full of mischief stared out from a truly massive purple witch hat covered in feathery tufts of fabric. 

"With mystic words and hat held high, I, Ceridwen, now draw nigh!"

A magical ghost with a massive hat. Morgan was going to be livid that she missed this. 

"Ceridwen! Stop with the act and help us!" Wren begged. Sparky was Bug Biting her while humping now, and sweat was absolutely pouring off her as Brandy and Calcine joined in, squeezing her and the playful tentacles while raining kisses down on her. Brandy was sure to watch the new arrival as they worked. "I'm being eaten aliiiive!"

Ceridwen was floating above the pool, and she raised a massive sleeve into the air, a slim hand sliding out the end as it bunched up around her shoulder.

"For my first trick, then! Take a deep breath, ladies. PAIN SPLIT!" 

Brandy braced herself, but nothing happened. Wren shook under them as Dinah massaged her chest with her tentacles. 

The floating Pokémon sighed. "Wren, can you come already? Making me look bad here!"

"Easily, this Joltik is almost as magical as you," Wren gasped, grabbing a bunch of Sparky's fur and thrusting her hip with a fleshy clap to meet Sparky's hips, then letting loose with a low, moaning orgasm that made her whole body tremble. 

She wasn't the only one. Her Pain Split orgasm hit all of them just as hard. Even the Pokémon, Sparky, smashed her head into Wren's chest as her body writhed with Dinah's tentacles, and Calcine squeezed Brandy tight as they both moaned into each other's arms. 

"I do love an adoring crowd," Ceridwen laughed as she swept out her hands, collecting her cards and flashing the top one. The Ace of Hearts. "And seems my luck is in. Shall we make it double orgasms or nothing?"

"She's got more stamina," Wren huffed. "You'll have to get your hands dirty for a change Ceri. A Poltergeist clean up please!"

"Sparky, Electroweb her! Calcine, help me lock Wren down!" 

Ceridwen floated back, the wet umbrellas and deck chairs rising out of the pool they'd been thrown into earlier to block the shots, as things began to randomly float around them, including Wren, who was trying to slip out of their grip.

This was going to be a mess to fight. Worse, Morgan would be so mad she missed her dark reflections debut. 

Well, at least she'd get the chance to upstage her later. If Brandy lasted that long.  

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