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Making the Best of Her (Lay the Very Best - Chapter 445)
🕑 Added 2025-12-09 00:31:34 +0000 UTCBrandy had a massive problem to overcome.
When you have a Gardevoir who will do absolutely anything you say, where do you even start?
“Bite her tits!”
Sparky had already found the wrong answer.
“I’m not biting her tits,” Brandy said, leaning in to slap Sparky’s thigh. The bug just moaned as she rolled on the card table. Silly of Brandy to even think that’d go any other way.
“Coward.” Velour huffed. “Ladies would sell their souls to feast on my tits.”
Brandy pressed a finger to the Gardevoir’s perfect lips. Velour just opened her mouth and took the finger in, sucking on it, her tongue lashing around it, running up and down the length.
Maybe a tit chewing would be fun. It’s not like she was real, but no, Brandy wasn’t about to be baited into losing control of the situation so easily. She had to prove this Gardevoir was just an illusion from the gym’s hidden Zorua, no matter how good she felt it wasn’t real.
Still, her mouth really did feel good. The suction was firm without being rough, sealing around her finger just tightly enough to create steady pressure. Velour’s tongue wasn’t idle, warm and dexterous, it glided along the pad of her finger, curling around it and tracing the sensitive ridge of the knuckle before sliding down in a firm lolly loop. Dani would be proud of her technique; every movement was deliberate, slow where it teased the skin, quick where it stimulated the nerves, like the mouth already knew the most reactive spots of Brandy’s hand and was taking them out with surgical precision.
The inside of her mouth felt so good. Her breath felt hot against Brandy’s skin, and the wet of her saliva cooled Brandy off as her tongue lashed around. The wet squish of tongue muscle, Brandy could feel Velour’s pulse, the thrum of her heart bubbling up her throat as she kept relentlessly firm eye contact with Brandy through her finger-fellating.
It didn’t feel illusory at all. Deliah’s Zorua was incredibly good at illusions to get this level of detail, as befitting the partner of a Gym Leader. It would be so dangerously easy for Brandy to forget she was supposed to be doing and give in to the gift she’d been offered up.
She had to throw off the script and fast. Getting started with the plan they’d concocted would help there.
“Morgan, did you bring the makeover kit?”
Morgan blinked like she’d been slapped awake, tearing her eyes away from the Gardevoir fellating Brandy’s finger.
“Of course I did,” Morgan said imperiously, looking to Calcine. “Did you bring it?”
Calcine just smiled in good nature as she shrugged off a little backpack that’d been hidden under her fiery cloak. She set it down on Sparky’s stomach and popped the latches with a smile as the Galvantula batted at her forearms.
“Liners, palettes, setting powders, liquid matte lips, spirit gum lashes, and all the contour sticks a Galvantula could eat.”
“I’m not a Trubbish,” Sparky snorted. “I only put nice things in my mouth.”
“Damn right,” Calcine smirked. She spun the makeup case around to face Brandy, then slipped her fingers into Sparky’s waiting mouth, letting her gnaw on them while they both watched the scene unfold.
Brandy wasn’t about to disappoint. She caught the Gardevoir’s chin and tilted her head up, easing Velour’s lips off her finger. Those red eyes glittered, radiating an obedient warmth Brandy didn’t trust one bit.
“You’re going to do my makeup,” Brandy said. “Exactly like I tell you. Slowly. Carefully. Professional. Come sit on the table in front of me.”
Velour slid back onto the edge of the table. As she settled, she smoothed the hem of her black skirt higher in the motion, baring a stretch of pale thigh. Dani let out a slight, breathy burble from somewhere behind them.
Velour didn’t even react to the Magikarp’s gasp; she was entirely focused on Brandy as promised. “Just some makeup? Nothing else the pretty lady wants from me?”
“No flirting,” Brandy warned. “Full focus.”
“Whatever my mistress wishes,” Velour replied with a flawless poker face. This Zorua was absolutely evil, throwing out illusions like this. It just pushed a lady's buttons so nicely. Everyone wanted to fuck a Gardevoir; they were just effortlessly sexy.
Despite it being a Dark Gym, Brandy resisted her urges and handed over the eyeliner instead.
Velour accepted it with a delicate plucking motion and leaned in a fraction closer, angling her cleavage for Brandy to stare down at those perfect tits, the red fin of her crest just begging to be played with to make them wobble. Velour lifted one hand, hovering near Brandy’s jaw, a silent request for permission to touch Brandy.
Brandy didn’t grant it. She leaned forward instead, deliberately placing her chin into Velour’s waiting palm, reversing the invitation.
Velour slid closer along the edge of the table until the space between them all but vanished. Up this close, the Gardevoir was infuriatingly beautiful. Flawless porcelain skin, the gentle curve of her lips painted with just a touch of ruby lipstick to enhance their softness, those red eyes gleaming, framed by gorgeously long lashes. Every angle of her face felt sculpted for adoration, designed to make surrender look effortless.
Brandy refused to oblige. She couldn’t match a Gardevoir’s perfection, but long gone were the days she lacked self-confidence in her looks. She had four beautiful partners who adored her, and a slowly expanding circle of bonus girlfriends. Brandy met that beauty with all the gifts she’d been given, letting the warmth build between them, forcing the closeness to become filled with heat. She stared into those eyes unblinking, giving Velour a good look at her Compound Eyes and their pretty fractal patterns. A little touch of Super Luck let her balance perfectly in the Gardevoir’s palm, and if she wanted to go cleavage to cleavage with Brandy, Brandy had a hefty helping of Sparky inheritance on her side.
Velour held the stare for several stubborn seconds, then her gaze slipped. Just a flick downward, blink, and you’d miss it, taking in the curve of Brandy’s cleavage before snapping back up again. The motion betrayed her composure more than any flushed cheek could have.
Brandy raised an eyebrow at her, and the Gardevoir’s lips parted as she caught herself, tongue sweeping across the matte red lipstick in a slow, worried lick.
“Steady your grip,” Brandy said firmly. “You’re getting distracted.”
“Yeah,” Morgan said, sitting on the table behind the Gardevoir. She had an odd expression on her face, like she was chewing a puzzle over, but Brandy didn’t press her on it. “Go on, get in there.”
Brandy watched Velour instead of the pen tip. Taking in the tiny stiffness in Velour’s wrist. There was a faint tension at the corners of her mouth. The illusion wasn’t movingly as smoothly as it had started.
“Wing it longer on the outside,” Morgan said.
Velour ignored her until Brandy clicked her tongue and said. “Listen to her as you would me.”
Velour obeyed, adjusting her pen strokes.
“Sharper.”
Another minute adjustment.
“Good. Now don’t blink,” Morgan added suddenly, and Brandy grabbed Velour’s wrist to hold her in place as the Gardevoir froze mid-stroke. Their faces were close enough that Brandy could feel her breath. She leaned in even closer. Velour’s pupils trembled, but she didn’t move.
“You’re going to make our trainer beautiful,” Morgan whispered in Velour’s ear, “That’s what she wants. Do your very best.”
Morgan tried not to swallow the lump in her throat. She trusted Morgan to help guide this, but seeing her get all commanding was hot. Velour resumed her work under Morgan’s clipped directions, but the mood had shifted. The eyeliner strokes came out clean, but the confidence Velour wavered the longer she stared into Brandy’s excited eyes.
A brick-red shadow followed, brushed across the lid, and blended into charcoal, a soft gradient rapidly taking shape. Brandy’s eyelashes were teased out, and then some deep red lipstick was applied. It took a good few minutes, and when Velour leaned back to assess her work, she froze for a half-second.
“You like it,” Brandy called you out. “You’re stuttering, Velour. I can watch you freeze up.”
“How could I not?” Velour muttered before she could stop herself.
Brandy lifted an eyebrow. “Problem?”
Velour blinked, visibly flustered. “No. Just ...”
She gestured helplessly with the contour stick. “Goth suits you. It’s unfair how well it suits you.”
Despite herself, she leaned in again, closer than was necessary to blend the cheek hollow. Her voice softened, no longer sultry but caught with genuine admiration.
“The shadow makes your eyes brighter. And the eyeliner frames all those little patterns in your Compound Eyes perfectly. You look…” She swallowed. “…dangerous. In a good way. I love that.”
Brandy held utterly still, lips twitching despite her attempt at neutrality.
“Focus,” she said, though the edge wasn’t as sharp as before.
Velour nodded, but her ears colored faintly, and she avoided direct eye contact for a moment, clearly trying to regain composure while dusting setting powder along Brandy’s jaw. Her motions slowed, shakier now. Brandy waited to see the illusion give up and flicker, but it just wasn’t happening. They had to push harder.
Time to rope in a Gardevoir lover to help press some buttons.
“Dani,” Brandy said, “Professional opinion?”
Dani had drifted closer without Brandy even realizing it. She stood just to the side of Brandy now, eyes shining as she studied both of them with honest wonder.
“You’re both gorgeous,” Dani murmured.
She said it so honestly, Brandy couldn’t help but smile. Dani was just so earnestly sweet when she wanted to be.
“Velour, you’re incredible. I know you’re not real.” Dani tilted her head. “But you’re the most perfect illusion I’ve ever seen.”
Velour froze at that, brush hovering mid-air.
“I-” she started, then stopped herself and chuckled a little too loudly. “The goal is believability, sweet thing. I can’t believe you worked me out.”
The flush didn’t leave her cheeks. Morgan cleared her throat, eyes a little strained as she stared daggers at Brandy for some reason. Did they need to push harder?
Right! Well, she had a Dani mouth to use. She could do that.
“I’m not feeling fully satisfied,” Brandy said, “Lie back, time to step this up a notch.”
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Irish Not Sane
Brandy learning to focus is so much fun
