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Cooler Heads Prevail (Lay the Very Best - Chapter 359)
🕑 Added 2025-02-24 23:57:21 +0000 UTCBrandy was in a completely insane situation where she didn't want to fuck some pretty ladies senseless.
It wasn't that the Froslass weren't her type, she could have worked past the cold and she'd have loved to crack through the layers of smug confidence they both wore even better than their Kimono's. She was quite sure they could have given Brandy a good time. A bit of ghostly possession and ice paralyzation sounded almost restful, they'd do all the work and Brandy could just enjoy it.
Dani was having her moment to shine as her body rocked under the dress of one of the Froslass. She'd only popped up briefly to wipe a layer of 'frosting' off her lips and check that Isolde was still enjoying herself. The Magikarp's simple enthusiasm for oral pleasure actually reminded Brandy a little of Shay, the impish oral obsessed Trainer who they were meant to be looking for on order of her frankly kind of scary but hot Professor mom. They had gotten distracted with a cheesecake sidequest, but it'd been a great chance to explore the town and they had almost delivered one of them.
Almost. It was still waiting at the door for the Froslass's Partner to turn up.
Saving some energy to actually finish this delivery route also wasn't the reason Brandy didn't want to get dicked down by a frosty pair of lasses, nor was it about letting Dani have her chance to shine, nor Morgan her chance to...
Brandy looked to the Froslass bent over a railing, who was getting pounded so hard by the Murkrow the blue flaming dots of her eyes were bouncing around wildly in her skull. Every thrust came with a spank from Morgan's wing and the Froslass was making wailing sounds that sounded a bit much even for Ghosts. Brandy didn't want to get in the way of that, but that also wasn't why she wasn't interested in sex right now. If anything, Morgan was doing a good job of at least teasing her interest in it a bit.
No, the reason Brandy was content to simply watch, was because Calcine had sat down and pulled Sparky into her lap, then grabbed Brandy's hip and pulled her down atop Sparky to make a double decker lap sitting sandwich and Sparky was enjoying it so much she'd become half-liquid, oozing herself over Calcine as Calcine peppered her neck and collarbone with heated kisses that was making the bugs fur sticky with sweat. Her cock was hard as iron against Brandy's thigh and while Brandy could have whipped it out and enjoyed it, she was more than happy to just sit in Sparky's lap and drive the bug to insanity by grinding her thigh along it, flexing her ass back into Sparky's lap with every roll of her hips.
Sparky had been owed a squeezing and teasing for a long time now, and Brandy was commited to making up for all that lost time. It didn't matter that Brandy didn't fully get why Sparky loved this sort of thing, the important thing was that Sparky loved it, and Brandy loved making Sparky feel good. The Galvantula had been through so much with her, sticking by her side through danger and delight. It was time to reward that loyalty with a little bit of well-deserved torment.
Brandy rolled her hips again, feeling Sparky’s cock twitch under her, the heat of it seeping through their clothes. Sparky’s breath hitched, her fingers digging into Brandy’s waist as if trying to hold on to some semblance of control. Calcine wasn’t helping either, her heated kisses had moved up to Sparky’s ear, the flick of her tongue making Sparky shiver in Brandy’s lap. Brandy leaned back over Sparky's shoulder, her head resting against the heated stone Calcine's collarbone, a satisfied hum escaping her lips as she kept up her slow, torturous grind on the bug squirming underneath her. Enjoying the feeling of keeping Sparky's head pinned with just the crook of her neck.
“I love there's more of her to press now,” Brandy called back to Calcine, her voice low and taunting, as she felt Sparky tremble beneath her. "And four hands to nibble on. You want to bite some fingers?"
“Y-you’re evil,” Sparky managed to choke out, her voice a mixture of need and frustration. Her hands moved, one wrapping around Brandy’s waist to hold her closer, the other trying to shift Brandy’s hips for some desperately needed friction. But Brandy was having none of that. She grabbed Sparky’s wrist, pinning it against the bug’s own thigh.
“None of that,” Brandy whispered, her lips brushing against Sparky’s ear, her breath warm and teasing. “You need to conserve your energy, we have a long, long day ahead of us.”
Sparky whimpered as Brandy licked her earlobe, her head falling back against Calcine’s shoulder, her whole body shuddering. Calcine grinned, her molten eyes gleaming with amusement as she raised one of Sparky's arms and did take a small bite of a finger, teasing it between her teeth before spitting it out. “I love how she crackles against our skin, when she's really worked up you can feel it just by touch.”
Brandy chuckled, pressing a slow, deliberate grind against Sparky’s lap, earning another strangled moan. The fizzling over her body making all her nerves dance with delight. “Do you think there's a limit to how worked up she can get? We might not have hit the peak yet.”
Sparky made a strangled sound somewhere between a laugh and a whine, her blue eyes hazy with need. “T-this is cruel and unusual punishment...”
Brandy only grinned wider, giving another slow roll of her hips, feeling Sparky’s cock throb against her thigh. “Good. Then we're doing it right.”
Her teasing was interrupted by a particularly loud wail from the Froslass, drawing her attention back to the rest of the room. Dani had fully disappeared under the other ghost’s kimono, the fabric shivering and twitching as the Froslass’s icy fingers clutched at the air, the peals of mist around her shimmering with each shudder of pleasure. Morgan’s hungry growls mingled with the wet, slapping sounds as her hips pistoned into her own partner, wings flaring with each powerful thrust to really drive her into the ground. When she found a butt she liked, Morgan really did claim it.
The pleasure and ecstasy filled the room in an intoxicating haze. Brandy felt herself getting warmer, her own body reacting to the sounds, the sights, the feel of Sparky’s cock pulsing against her thigh, the heat of Calcine’s body at her back. She could join in, could let herself get lost in the madness of it all, but...
But right now, her pleasure came from the control, from the power she had over Sparky, from watching her lover unravel beneath her. She leaned in, pressing her lips to Sparky’s neck, feeling the electric pulse of energy that danced just beneath her skin. Sparky’s eyes widened, her lips parting as a shiver ran through her body. She tried to buck her hips, but Brandy’s firm grip kept her pinned.
“Not here," Brandy murmered, "Soon, but not here. Not until we deliver every last cheesecake. Then Calcine can take Morgan, and you and I can have some alone time."
"D-Dani." Sparky whimpered. "Don't forget."
Even in this state of horny mania, Sparky still thought of the team and Dani was practically brand new. She really was a self-sacrificing bug. Which is why she deserved all this and more.
"Dani's going to get to watch what I do to you." Brandy purred into Sparky's ear. "And maybe give some suggestions if she's brave. We'll ease her into things, as you ease things into me."
It was nice to occassionaly stump Sparky, she didn't even have a clever comeback to such an obvious setup, because she was too busy panting madly with just the thought of it. Calcine couldn't have looked prouder of Brandy if she tried. Brandy’s fingers were still tangled in Sparky’s fur, feeling the tiny static pops against her skin when she heard a door being pushed open, creaking on its hinges. The smell of cigarette smoke and worn leather drifted in, cutting through the chill of melting snow and the lingering sickly sweet scent of burnt ozone from Sparky’s electric show.
Curiosity got the better of Brandy at who had turned up and she took a quick peak.
The woman who stood in the doorframe to some kind of office was lit up from behind by a desklamp, but even if it was missing she'd have still had an aura. She had a presence that demanded attention, staring at Brandy so intensely it was like she was daring Brandy to look away. Her hair was a tangled mess of dark waves with silver streaks weaving through like lightning caught in a storm cloud. The smoke from her cigarette seemed to curl around it to give her a wispy fog that matched the Froslass with the icy aura.
For what was meant to be a fancy dress designer, she wore a tattered leather jacket that had seen better days, patched and repatched with scraps of denim and tartan, safety pins gleaming like teeth all across the seams. Underneath, a shredded band tee clung to her trim body, and the faded logo was one Brandy felt she'd seen on some of her parents old records. The old, old ones, that lived on the shelves and never actually got played. Her jeans were ripped, not in the trendy, overpriced way but in the lived-in, world-worn way, held together by frayed stitches and stubbornness. Heavy black boots completed the punky look and even they were scuffed so badly it looked like the only thing keeping them together was the woman's sheer force of will.
The impressively punky woman took a drag from a half-burned cigarette, the end flaring bright before she exhaled a lazy plume of smoke which curled up towards the rafters.
“Well, well,” she drawled, voice rich and scratchy, like gravel wrapped in velvet. “I've not seen this pair lose in a long time. They've finally built a better class of delivery girl.”
Brandy straightened up, her arms still looped around Sparky who was now staring at the woman with bright, curious eyes. Calcine shifted her weight, and Brandy could feel from the slight tilt in her seat she was getting ready to slide them off her lap if she needed to stand up to defend them from the newcomer.
The woman’s gaze flicked over each of them in turn, a slow, appreciative once-over that lingered on Brandy’s shoulders and the curve of Sparky's waist. Her mouth curled into a lazy half-smirk, eyes sparkling with a mischievous, knowing light.
“Name’s Rhona,” she said, voice warm but tired. “Rhona Noelle."
"Of course there's no L in Rhona," Sparky said, though with some tension in her voice. She was still really worked up down there. "Duh."
Rhona raised an eyebrow at the awful pun and Brandy took a chance to get a good look at her with Compound Eyes. The cigarette held loose between Rhona’s fingers drew the attention, but if Brandy looked past them she could see the glow of it light up the dark circles under Rhona's eyes, softened only by expertly smudged eyeliner. She looked like someone who hadn’t slept well in a decade and just gotten used to it. But there was still an icy sharpness to her gaze, something lively and playful that flickered under the exhaustion, like embers glowing in the ashes.
“Brandy,” she replied, untangling herself from Sparky, who reluctantly let go and slumped into Calcine’s arms. “And this is Calcine and Sparky. Morgan’s the one pounding Eira to dust,” she glanced at the mist swirling around the ground that had swallowed up Isolde, "And Dani's under a skirt somewhere in all that.”
Rhona’s mouth twitched, a low chuckle rumbling out as she took another drag of her cigarette. “Cute crew. Usually when Reena throws cheesecake our way I have to drag those two off the poor girl who brought it.” Her eyes lingered on the cracks in the floorboards, the patches of frost still clinging to the walls. "You take delivery very seriously."
“Well, they did drag Sparky through a wall.” Brandy blushed, "After that it was war."
Rhona glanced around the room, her fingers absently toying with the frayed hem of her jacket. “Don't sweat it, I like the spunk."
Sparky took a breath and Calcine thankfully decided to save them from a spunk pun by grabbing her tongue and squeezing it.
No. Wait. This was the bugs night.
"If you like spunk, you should see what Dani's been doing. She's been a treasure."
"Brandy," Morgan hissed. "Have some class."
"You've been slapping Isolde's ass and making her squeak for ages!"
"Classily." Morgan sniffed. "With dignity."
Rhona mericfully laughed, shaking her head as she looked down, as if seeing the cigarette in her hand for the first time, then crushed it under her heel, grinding the embers into the wood. “If I was twenty years younger this would be so very charming I wouldn't be able to hold myself back. Instead, how about coffee and cheesecake Brandy? We can let the Pokémon have their fun, I'd love to have a chat with you."
Brandy glanced at Sparky, still panting and half-melted in Calcine’s lap, her electric-blue eyes unfocused with need. She looked over at Morgan, who was still energetically asserting herself over Isolde, and finally back at the mist cloud that hid Dani, who was assumedly still playfully tangled up under the Froslass’s kimono, thoroughly enjoying sucking her dry.
"Go on," Calcine said. "We'll be fine. We can amuse ourselves. I'm tempted to see what I can make Sparky do to herself with four hands."
"Very interesting bunch," Rhona smiled, "Offers open, you can stay here if you want."
No. Brandy was quite happy sitting the fucking out for a change. She had a lot of plans for tonight and maybe Rhona could help her with some of them. She seemed in the know and, well, ridiculously cool on top. Coffee, cheesecake and a chat it was.
Comments
ItsKawaiiNoon
I too am interested in what Calcine can get Sparky to do with four hands
Zachary Patterson
Thank you for the chapter!
