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Brandy Crush (Lay the Very Best - Chapter 418)
🕑 Added 2025-09-06 21:14:13 +0000 UTCThere was a real rush in being a brat, spotting what someone wanted and then deliberately refusing, but in a way that begged them to push back. Brandy's whole body buzzed with her promise to defy Odile, and now Odile loomed above her, clearly eager to smother that defiance. Brandy wasn't about to make it easy.
Odile's grin sharpened, the purple velvet over her chest threatening to tear as she drew a huge breath and pounced. Brandy braced, but the impact rattled her. Odile's curves smothered down over her head and shoulders, thick thighs locking her in place. Velvet and heat pressed everywhere at once, the giant woman laughing as she toyed with her, grinding slow and heavy just to remind Brandy how small she really was. Brandy writhed against her, defiant even as she melted into the softness pinning her down.
"Go on then. Show me," Odile purred, one massive hand sliding down to grip Brandy's hip possessively and haul her closer. "Show me how bad you are. I think you're all talk."
Brandy's hands slid up the generous span of Odile's waist, fingers testing the strength of her curves. There was muscle there; she wasn't Calcine Coalossal, but she might as well have been for all the chance Brandy had of moving her. Zero. Still, Brandy pushed anyway, because she could feel Odile wanted her little show of resistance. It fed her ego, and Brandy let herself play into that, even as her own cheeks burned from being pressed deep into the pillowy curves of a giantess who could toy with her as easily as breathing. Odile rolled her hips with effortless strength, smothering Brandy against her curves and savoring how powerless she was beneath it, letting her strain just to enjoy the futility. Brandy squeezed tighter and tried to use her thighs to move one leg, her blush deepening as Odile's thigh shifted firmly between hers, grinding against her pussy and reminding her exactly how completely she was being handled.
The clash had Brandy's head sizzling. Trying to be defiant tangled with the hot shiver of being outmatched, and Odile grinned in clear delight at how small Brandy's resistance really was. She wasn't going to win a battle of strength here. Brandy had to play into what this Hex Maniac wanted.
Dani landed beside them on her tail, flopping about on the ground to try get up to a sit. The Phantump, Sassy, tilted her mask, smoke-fingers wiggling at her. Long, spindly branches lanced from her fingertips. Dani yelped and flailed her tail, catching the surging wood and snapping it to splinters. Sassy curled her hand up and snapped it into a fist, and a second volley came from below, roots punching up through the floor. Dani vaulted, tail bending like a bow as she threw herself backward, and landed with a skid, panting for air.
"Good girl," Sassy chimed in her doubled-up voice, delighted. "Jump when told!"
Dani flushed bright red. "I ... I wasn't..."
"Dani!" Brandy called without looking, still face-first in Odile. "You don't take orders from her. You take them from me."
Dani's spine straightened reflexively. Her eyes went soft and fierce. "Yes, Brandy!"
Sassy's mask cocked. "Ohhh? Good girls shouldn't listen to their Trainer. They should listen to their betters."
"I'm better than her," Brandy shot back, then grinned up at Odile. "Better than you."
Sparky twitched in her roots, but still had that docile smile on her face. It was the first movement she'd made unbidden. Odile and Sassy hadn't noticed, but Brandy's eyes were really good, and she couldn't help but pick up on it. The Forest's Curse had Sparky acting like a Grass Type eager to please, but like she'd just shown with Morgan, you could beat moves like that by digging out something even stronger from within them.
Sparky really was, despite all the evidence, a good girl. She loved her team and would do anything for them. What was in her that could burn through all that?
Odile's hand squeezed Brandy's hip sharply, snapping her attention back with a jolt. Brandy gasped against the press of curves, blinking herself into focus. She couldn't lose track; she had to get Dani moving.
"She's a big target, Dani, and she's got range. Tackle in close! Hug her no matter how hard she tries to pry you off. Don't hold back!" Brandy barked, forcing the words out before the weight of Odile's breasts dragged her thoughts back under.
Odile chuckled as she reclaimed Brandy's full attention with a fresh grind of her body, drowning Brandy in her soft strength all over again.
"Keep Branch Poking her Sassy sweetheart. They can join our latest toys in the bedroom," Odile sighed softly, "It's been such a lazy year, and then two young trainers come into my arcade one after the other."
Brandy tilted her head back just enough to meet Odile's eyes. "Have you got Shay? I'm looking for her."
Odile's grin widened knowingly. "Shay? She's mine for now. That tongue of hers is a treasure. She adores working me over until I'm squealing, dragging that long muscle of hers slow over my skin to draw out my moans, never stopping even when I'm shaking. And when she sucks cock…" Odile shivered in relish, lips curling wider. "My girls sing her praises and curse her name all at once. I've been enjoying her far too much to give her back easily."
"But isn't she too rude for you? Shay's never going to be a good girl."
"Rude is delicious, Rude means fun. We get to make her behave, and when we do, oh, she's a delight." Odile took two giant steps, lifting Brandy effortlessly off the ground. "You're a little firecracker yourself; you can keep her company."
Tempting, but Brandy needed Shay and had a heist to do later. She needed to snap Sparky out of her stupor and turn the tables on her. So Brandy clamped her thighs around Odile's hips, pressed up chest to far more impressive chest, rolled her shoulder, and then bit the neckline of Odile's velvet dress, tasting the musky warmth of her skin on her tongue, enjoying the taste of her, a mix of pumpkin spice and tea sweetness. Odile gave a moan that sounded like a burning church organ, her whole body shuddering madly at the sharp nip. Her hands slid to Brandy's ass, lifting her up high. The huge woman rocked them both against a rib of root, humping against Brandy as she dangled in the air.
Brandy smirked against her skin, "You've got the same taste for pain Val does."
"My little teacup has excellent taste, just like all my girls," Odile said, breathy. "Get your bites in, then I'm going to enjoy watching your Galvantula fuck you silly at my command, before making you both beg to be collared."
"Sparky's already got a choker," Brandy tutted, "And I didn't have to make her beg for it. I'm not a good girl, but I am just that good."
Odile shoved Brandy back into the roots with a heavy grind of her hips, curves crushing her down as thick fingers pried for the clasp of her pants, eager to fingerfuck her right there against the wall. Brandy's heart hammered so loud she thought Odile must hear it, and she fought for focus, eyes flicking past the giantess to see Dani still scrapping with Sassy.
"You're holding her, Dani! Keep pressing!" she called, forcing encouragement out even as Odile's weight crushed the air out of her lungs. Odile had to silence her with a sudden kiss; the giantess's huge tongue pushed deep, fuzzing Brandy's brain and stealing her breath, until all she could think about was the wet heat rolling in her mouth. Roots lashed and writhed behind her, keeping Dani hopping, blocking most of her wild swings. But Dani wasn't giving in, she snapped a few branches with quick tail-whips, sprayed dirt to blind the mask's glowing eyes, and even managed to knock Sassy stumbling with a sudden Tackle burst. In a moment of bravado, she leapt high, tail gleaming, and with a shimmer her fins split back into legs mid-arc as she tried to drop kick Sassy. She was parried by a shield of wood, thrown back, and landed in a crouch, hair dripping with sweat.
"You're really strong," Dani said, brushing the hair from her eyes. "I can't beat you. But I'm going to give it my best."
"I heard you say it before," Sassy said, a smoky finger curling over her mask's lips. "You clearly mean it too. You're a good girl, Dani."
Brandy snorted, pulling herself out of the kiss and gasping for air to speak, her voice croaking and breathy. "Good girl? Please, she's swimming circles around you. That's not a good girl, that's a prize catch." The compliment hidden in the puns was enough to make Dani's cheeks flare a bright red as she pressed the attack harder.
Sparky twitched again, the dreamy smile cracking at the edges. Brandy's eyes caught the flicker, and she knew exactly why this time. Mischief. Good-natured, bratty behaviour was what rattled Sparky's bindings. If she wanted her bug back, she'd have to keep joking, keep needling, turn this fight into something playful and wicked enough that Sparky couldn't resist laughing herself free.
Odile noticed the sly grin creeping onto Brandy's lips. "What are you smiling about?" she rumbled, pressing her weight in closer. Fuck, Brandy was going to need such a massage after this to get back to a normal shape.
"My partners tease that they're in charge of me sometimes." Brandy said, "Not that I mind, I love taking commands."
"Oh really?" Odile said, sinking her hands into Brandy's pants. "Then how about you sing for me?"
"Nah," Brandy cackled. "I can give my own orders. Brandy, use Bug Bite."
Then she sank her teeth into the curve of Odile's soft breasts, making the giantess jolt at the sudden sting and moan with full-throated enjoyment.
Across the chamber, Sparky's fur crackled, little sparks racing along her body until the roots binding her began to smoke and curl. It wouldn't take much more, Brandy just had to keep pushing her luck.
Comments
Irish Not Sane
Oh dam, Brandy in charge is really going to make this a hell of fight. So good to see that bug on full display and I can’t wait for Sparky to join in.
