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Pending Noise Complaints (Lay the Very Best - Chapter 435)
🕑 Added 2025-10-27 23:23:28 +0000 UTC"Be gentle with her."
Brandy's tone was light, but her eyes lingered on Dani. She'd noticed how Calcine's rocky skin steamed faintly as she held Dani close, and wasn't blind to how desperately fond of the Magikarp Calcine was. Something about her cute, giving personality really did it for Calcine.
It was a big thing, trusting Dani in her arms tonight.
Calcine smiled, the edges of her grin glowing with orange heat.
"Don't worry," she said, voice a low rumble that Dani must have felt roll through her. "I won't stuff her full tonight."
"You can't say that while holding me so tight," Dani whimpered, squirming against Calcine's warm body. Her skin was flushed red just from the close contact, making her an extra vivid Magikarp. "It makes me want to try it."
"I know, but you can't take it," Calcine purred, one hand sliding down to squeeze Dani's ass with possessive warmth. Steam curled where her palm met skin. "Not yet. Don't worry, we'll have fun."
"You'd better suck her back," Sparky called as she arranged cushions into a chaotic nest. Her fur crackled with static as she worked, also clearly excited for what was to come. "It's only fair."
Calcine raised an amused eyebrow. Brandy folded her arms. Both stared at Sparky.
The Joltik wilted under the attention, clutching a pillow like a shield. "What? We bonded tackling Odile! I have to look out for both my girlfriends!"
"Skipping Morgan?" Brandy teased.
"Please," Sparky said, rolling her eyes. "Morgan wants to pin me down and fuck me while I fight back. I'm her girlfoe forever."
"I promise to reciprocate," Calcine said, raising Dani up so they could see eye to blazing white eyes. "If she can handle it."
"I can't!" Dani squeaked, her pigtails twitching as she tried to look somewhere that wasn't the white, burning eyes ahead of her. "You're too hot! I'll die!"
"Don't let her off too easily," Brandy said, half-laughing as she jumped on Sparky's pillow mound. "Train her up some."
Calcine's smirk deepened, glowing eyes sliding down Dani's trembling form. "Oh, I will."
Dani couldn't even respond; all she could manage was wheeze as she was hauled off. Brandy watched them go, then rolled over in the pillow nest to look at Sparky.
"They're cute together."
Sparky threw a pillow at Brandy, getting her right in the face. Brandy peeled the pillow off, still grinning behind it. "Hey! What was that for?"
A second pillow hit Brandy's face. She let that flop down too, this time biting her lip as she looked Sparky up and down.
Sparky sat back on her knees in the middle of a pillow pile, looking far too pleased with herself. The golden fuzz that clung to her shoulders, arms, and hips crackled away, framing a bare, smooth stomach that just begged to be bitten.
"Come here," Brandy said, and this time dipped into that well of Super Luck Morgan had gifted her. She felt the third pillow approach, and knew just how to put out a hand to palm it and push right back, sending it speeding past Sparky's flailing arms and smacking her in the face instead, all six of her glowing blue eyes blinking madly in shock.
"Come here," Brandy repeated and tried to sound as firm as she could. She'd been fucked silly by a whole host of very assertive ladies lately; she at least had a lot of experience with the right tone.
Sparky hesitated only a heartbeat, a pillow still clutched in one of her lower hands. Watching her scuttle forward on the five other limbs was a weirdly sexy sight. Her curves shifted hypnotically with every motion, broad hips rolling, and that plush, perfect ass pressed up into the air. The glow from her eyes painted soft blue highlights over sweaty skin and her short, ruffled hair.
"Didn't think you had that voice in y-" Sparky said before Brandy silenced her with a hand in her mouth, hooking her cheek with her thumb, and pulling her in closer.
"Shut up. I want to admire you."
Brandy felt Sparky's breathing quicken as her tongue tried to lash at Brandy's thumb, and she took another little hit of Super Luck to pin it down with one smooth motion. Having incredible feats of dexterity on tap was a really fun inheritance she really should abuse a lot.
"Look at this fat ass," Brandy said, grabbing a generous handful of Galvantula butt and squeezing. So wonderfully soft, it really was an ass made for kneading. Sparky made a muffled, indignant noise against Brandy's thumb, the sound vibrating warmly against her skin.
Sparky's lips parted just enough to let out a stifled "mmhh!" that didn't sound much like a protest to Brandy.
"I loved your butt before, but it's so much better now and these hips."
Brandy smirked, her hand sliding over the curve of Sparky's rear, thumb still hooked in the Joltik's mouth to keep her quiet and pliant.
"These would fit so well between my thighs," Brandy murmured, dragging her nails lightly across the soft fur that fluffed up Sparky's already staggering curves. "Maybe a bit too well, I'd have to squeeze them into shape."
Sparky was drooling around Brandy's thumb, desperate to respond, but with her tongue trapped, all she could do was paw at Brandy's body with all four arms. Brandy let her roam, squeezing her breast and cupping her hip in return. She knew she had total control here.
"That's it, enjoy all you've given me," Brandy said, sliding both her hands up to cup Sparky's massive chest and squeezing them together. "These are so good. Calcine's fucked them, hasn't she?"
Sparky's whine wasn't needed to tell Brandy what she already knew.
"Slapped that massive Coalossal dick between them and made you look small. Don't answer, I know."
Brandy stole a kiss, thumb still in Sparky's mouth. Enjoying the thrill of Sparky's fangs against her lips. Sparky could Bug Bite her way out of this, but she didn't dare. She wanted it too bad.
"I can't break you like she did," Brandy growled as she pulled Sparky over herself like a blanket. She locked her thighs around Sparky's hips, squeezing tight enough to make the bug whine louder than a boiling kettle. "But I can break you."
Sparky shivered hard. The static crackle of her fur popping harmlessly against Brandy's wrist as her breath faltered. Her six eyes fluttered closed, and Brandy finally let her have her tongue back. She licked Brandy's thumb clean first, then just lay there, panting atop Brandy.
"I don't know what I did to deserve you all," Sparky said softly, sniffing to clear a frog in her throat. "You make me so happy."
"Big heart, bigger dick, and always putting in the effort," Brandy replied without hesitation. "I don't need to give you a pep talk; you know you deserve this."
"I know," Sparky sniffed again, slowly grinding her hips against Brandy. "I just love hearing it."
Her dick teased along Brandy's thighs; it wasn't just to puff up her confidence. Sparky really did have a hefty cock swinging off those massive hips, and it made Brandy's insides flutter, feeling that stiff length brush over her thigh muscles.
It wasn't that being huge was needed for Brandy. She'd loved every moment with Dani, and she was a fairly modest size. It was more how a dick this big changed the flow of emotions. A Pokémon swinging that much dick was usually cocky and assertive, eager to be on top and drilling the brains out of any lady beneath them.
Sparky was cocky, but right now she was all vulnerable nerves and excited energy. Waiting for Brandy to command her, so she could follow dutifully. Brandy was getting a big thrill out of having someone so overwhelming on top of her, but so pliant to her desires.
A low moan rolled across the room, cutting through the tension as Heatstroke's unmistakably smoky voice let out a flurry of curses, muffled only by a pillow she'd been stuffed face-first into and the heavy slap of Hustle's hips against her ass. The pair weren't even trying to keep it quiet; they were fucking like they were both in heat and wanted the whole room to know how hard Heatstroke was taking it.
"Wow," Sparky whispered. "She is fucking her brains out."
Brandy nodded, bottom lip bit to hold in a laugh.
"I don't think I can fuck you that hard."
"Yes, you can," Brandy snapped, grabbing onto Sparky's chin between finger and thumb. "They're not outdoing us."
Brandy's challenge hung in the air, and Sparky's eyes widened as it sank in, then narrowed with a spark of mischief. The noise from the next pillow-pile rose again; Heatstroke hit a high note that could have shattered glass.
"You want it that hard?" Sparky asked, "You really want it?"
"Need," Brandy growled, thighs tightening to give Sparky's hips a bump start on moving. "Right now. Get to it. Fuck me silly."
"Okay," Sparky grinned, sparks crackling along her arms as she pinned Brandy down. "But remember. You asked for this."
Comments
Irish Not Sane
Brandy is going to be teaching Sparky how to give it prop even when she can’t anymore
Jessy
Ahahaha, Brandy’s moms are going to be coming up the elevator any time soon.
