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All As It Should Be (Lay the Very Best - Chapter 446)
🕑 Added 2025-12-13 01:58:55 +0000 UTCVelour was pretty heavy for an illusion.
Was that a mistake by the hidden Zorua? Gardevoir didn’t seem like they’d be that heavy. They were infamously lithe figures, pretty and delicate long-ranged powerhouses. They always looked like they’d blow away in a breeze to Brandy.
Velour was heavy as fuck, like her bones were made of lead. Hauling her immaculate ass up into a princess carry made Brandy’s arms ache, and she was a very fit lady.
“I thought you were going to fuck me,” Velour said, looking up around the curve of Brandy’s chest. “Don’t tell me you’re shy about it, after all you’ve done to rile up Vivienne today?”
Brandy had been with Sparky and Morgan enough to avoid bait that obvious. The idea of climbing onto Velour had been tempting, but if she was ever going to take a tumble with a Gardevoir, Brandy wanted it to be the real deal.
“Gather round, gang,” Brandy said, “I’ve got something to share with the group.”
Morgan slid in at Brandy’s left shoulder, eyes already narrowed, gaze flicking between Brandy’s straining arms and the way Velour lay languidly over Brandy’s arms.
“I hope you’re proud of yourself,” Morgan said to Velour, flicking at her face with a wing.
“Immensely,” Velour grinned, blowing the tickling feathers out of her face. “You’re not going to tell her?”
“Brandy’s going to take you apart,” Morgan smirked, “She doesn’t need my help.”
Morgan’s faith in Brandy was very heartwarming, and only slightly marred by the fact that Brandy didn’t have a clue what they were both talking about. She’d have asked, but Dani hurried forward when Sparky gently nudged her from behind with a knee, and Brandy wasn’t going to deny the Magikarp what she wanted.
“Dani,” Brandy said, “Need your help.”
“Whatever you say!” Dani nodded so eagerly that the little crown she wore was only kept on by a stray tangle of orange hair. “And not just because you’re a hot goth lady now.”
“I know, sweetheart. We’re going to make good use of this lovely illusion,” Brandy said, squeezing Velour. “As our little mannequin to show whoever is projecting exactly what we’ll do to her when we get a hold of them.”
“Okay,” Dani said vacantly. Brandy had watched her brain pretty much shut down when she’d been called a sweetheart, and it was buffering to catch up. “Okay. Um. What are we going to do to her?”
“Do you want to start with a thigh kiss?” Brandy asked, “Slide her dress up a little.”
Dani swallowed, then nodded again, eager but also flushed to the tips of her ears. She stepped in close, fingers trembling as she carefully slid the hem of Velour’s black skirt up just enough to bare a smooth stretch of thigh.
“Careful,” Velour murmured. “Once you get a taste, not even your Trainer here will be good enough for you.”
“Insane thing to say,” Sparky said, all four arms crossed. “Zorua, when Brandy gets a hold of you, she’s going to put you in a leglock and make you see paradise.”
“I’ve kissed Gardevoir thigh before,” Dani said, “And Brandy’s better.” Dani hesitated and thought about it a bit more. “But it is close.”
“Too honest for your own good,” Sparky pushed Dani forward with a giggle, “Go on, have fun.”
Dani stepped in close enough that her shoulder brushed Brandy’s chest, one hand bracing lightly on Velour’s knee. She started with just a little peck, but if there was one thing this Magikarp knew, it was kissing. When she pulled back just a fraction, it wasn’t to stop, but to shift and kiss again, a little higher, a little firmer, confidence bleeding through with every peck. In a few heartbeats, her lips were fitting perfectly to the curve of Velour’s thigh, leaving a trail of wet smooches as Dani rapidly worked her way up that leg and under the Gardevoir’s dress.
Velour laughed, and she very clearly hadn’t meant to do that. The laugh came out, breathy and wrong, her head tipping back against Brandy’s arm as Dani’s kisses crept higher. Her thighs tensed against each kiss, her fingers curling reflexively to grip nothing. It was working; the Zorua who was watching couldn’t help but get worked up by the display and was letting their arousal bleed into her illusion.
“Mmmmm.” Velour was drooping in Brandy’s arms, then suddenly caught herself, eyes snapping back into focus, and that smug mask coming back.
Brandy snorted and shifted her grip, arms aching but steady. “Got you,” she said easily. “Zorua out there? You’re getting sloppy. You’ve made her too heavy, and now she’s twitching like crazy.”
“Heavy? Wh-” Zorua’s words were lost as Dani didn’t relent with the kisses. She was in the zone, her hips wiggling happily as she worked her way under the Gardevoir’s skirt.
Morgan clicked her tongue, amused. “Amateur mistake. No Gardevoir would ever squirm like she was in heat.”
Velour took a breath to say something, but Morgan placed a wing over her mouth. “Sparky, you’re up.”
“Oh goody,” the Galvatula said brightly, eyes flicking up Velour’s body. “Thigh’s already taken. Guess I get to follow my own advice”
Sparky leaned in, all four hands bracing on Brandy’s hips as she dipped down. Velour had just enough time to register what was happening for her eyes to widen.
Then Sparky bit her. Right into the soft swell of her chest, teeth closing through fabric in a sharp, unapologetic Bug Bite.
Velour’s breath was punched right out of her. Her back arched hard in Brandy’s arms, body locking up as if every muscle had seized at once. A sharp tremor ran through her, head falling back, lips parting on a silent gasp.
For a heartbeat, she just hung there, rigid and shaking, eyes unfocused.
Then the tension drained out of her all at once, leaving her boneless and trembling in Brandy’s hold, breath coming fast and uneven into Morgan’s wings like she’d been caught mid-fall. A broken sound slipped out of her, and her throat worked uselessly around it to try to shape it. A soft, messy dry orgasm as her body sagged further into Brandy’s arms.
Her legs shook, coiling around Dani, who had to be enthusiastically kissing some illusory Gardevoir dick by now. A home run, they’d absolutely rattled her controller with that Bug Bite.
Morgan was absolutely howling with laughter. “Sparky, you’re my favourite monster.”
“I got more bites in me.”
“Give her plenty,” Morgan said, wiping her eyes. “No Gardevoir loses composure like that. Shameless.”
Velour's chest was rising and falling with speed, eyes glassy with shock as she struggled to reassemble herself. She pushed Morgan’s wing out of her mouth.
“You. You absolute monsters,” Velour hissed, but the words lacked bite. There was an excitement in the back of her throat. “I suppose it’s up to the Carkol to make this illusion shatter finally.”
“Suppose it is,” Calcine said as she stepped forward. Reached out and smacked Brandy on the back of the head hard.
The shock of it snapped Brandy’s head forward, hard enough to jolt her teeth.
Brandy stumbled, caught herself, and spun to look at those white blazing eyes. “Calcine!”
Calcine froze up, “I thought ... I was trying to ... ”
She said something, but it came out all garbled. Brandy’s ears were hot as Calcine’s words spilt over her. She didn’t feel angry; it was just a surprise to get whacked like that suddenly.
Why would Calcine do that?
“It’s fine,” Brandy grumbled, rolling her head. “Do something to Valour for me, we need to break this illusion.”
Calcine’s mouth opened, then closed. She looked genuinely stricken. “Brandy, I think-”
Morgan slid in smoothly, one wing draping around Calcine’s shoulders. “Hey,” she said lightly. “Work with her.”
Calcine frowned, her bright white eyes becoming sharp, angry slits.
Morgan squeezed her. “Trust me, I got this. Get her all worked up.”
“But Velour-”
Morgan shushed Calcine with her wing again. “Listen to me. Get her all worked up. It’ll fix this.”
“Can’t wait to see it,” Velour purred, eyes glittering with private amusement. “You were all doing wonderfully.”
Calcine looked between them, unease creeping back in. “… sure you’re alright, Brandy?”
“I got a tough head,” Brandy smiled, “I can handle you.”
Velour’s fingers flexed lazily against Brandy’s arm, her weight still heavy in Brandy’s arms.
“See?” Velour said sweetly. “She’s perfectly in control.”
Absolutely. Brandy had this. She knew exactly what was going on.
Comments
Irish Not Sane
Nice place switch and what a perfect mistake to prove it
