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Oh? You're Approaching Me? (Lay the Very Best - Chapter 294)
🕑 Added 2024-09-14 22:46:04 +0000 UTCSaffira finished her dance by sweeping up Wren and kissing the life out of her. One strong arm supported Wren's back, bending her over until she was folded almost in half. Wren was so lost in the kiss that her arms dangled limp at her sides, and Saffira slowly swept her down onto the stage, neon paint smearing off her body and over Wren's tight-fitting bunny outfit as she ground their bodies together. The crowd was riotous at first, but as it continued, they all fell silent, basking in the moment of shared passion.
It wasn't just an act; the two trainers wanted each other, and they were pouring everything into that kiss. Flesh was squeezed and pressed, paint smudged as glowing kisses and lines from stroking fingers painted Wren. Even the music lyrics fell silent, leaving a heavy thumping heartbeat of a song pounding in their ears as they watched Saffira and Wren demolish each other.
"Holy shit," Holly whispered quietly as she tried to smooth her hair into shape. She had to know she'd be dragged into the show soon, and if passion like that awaited her, she wouldn't last long.
When they finally parted, Wren was cooked. The pupils in her eyes swirled as she flopped back bonelessly into Saffira's arms. The grey tips of Saffira's hair stuck to Wren's sweat-soaked skin, and with a grunt, Saffira lifted her up into a cradle carry and swished her around to show off her paint-streaked work. The crowd was still stunned, the show having stolen their voices. What could you even do in response to something like that? Applause and cheering seemed insufficient, so they just sat and stared, enraptured.
"You taste delicious," Saffira whispered, but the microphone caught it, so everyone in the club heard it. Brandy saw Mahi lick her lips, and she didn't need to be Psychic to read her mind. Wren would be very popular later on as they all got a taste to confirm that Saffira's tastebuds were right.
Saffira turned to face the crowd, her arms full of a happy, shaking Wren, and bowed. It was an acknowledgment and thanks, and the crowd came alive, finally free from the spell.
"Maple's next," Mahi said. "You two ready?"
"No?" Brandy said, patting Sparky's head. The Galvantula had gotten herself between Brandy's thighs and was having a lovely time getting her head squeezed as she nibbled at the fat there.
"Don't be soft now, Brandy. You and Holly are entering the arena together. Look after her for me."
Brandy looked at the blue mouse lady, chewing the ball on the end of her tail to try to calm herself. The upcoming test was obvious. This whole thing was to get her to evolve. Give her an impossible bait to resist and see if she could manage to restrain her lust anyway. It all made sense, but it seemed too simple for Brandy. Self-control was a fine thing, but every time she'd seen Holly, the Marill had been doing her best to give women pleasure. Losing her focus over it was a problem, but that gleam in her eye when she was making a woman cum. That was a pure thing, and denying it didn't feel quite right. Brandy didn't know the alternative, but she could start looking for it.
Reaching out a hand to Holly, Brandy rested it on the ball of Holly's tail and squeezed it. It was a little spongy, like thick rubber, and Holly shivered at the touch.
"Whatever happens. We've got this." Brandy smiled. "Just enjoy it; take it out on me if you struggle."
"Thank you," Holly squeaked. She took a deep breath, her chest puffed out, and her eyes closed. "We love Maple. I know we seem like a mess of a team, but we really love her to bits."
"Of course," Brandy nodded. "Goes both ways. If you don't evolve, it'll still be the best night everyone's had. No pressure."
"A little pressure," Holly snorted. "Speaking of, squeeze Sparky harder. I like the sounds she makes."
Brandy glanced down at the Galvantula, who winked and opened her mouth to say something silly, but Brandy clamped a hand over her mouth. She squeezed her thighs together hard, and Sparky squealed, her yellow fur puffing up as she practically vibrated with excitement, licking madly along Brandy's thighs and nuzzling herself in deep. It all made Brandy smile, and Holly was smiling there with her.
"Woof."
That was Wren, sitting on stage and breathing hard, the microphone lent up against her chest. "Saffira is going to be hard to top. But if there's one woman who could scale that mountain, it's our last bunny. We had to save the best for last, after all."
The club's lights dimmed to near pitch black, two spotlights focusing on the stage curtain. An arm came out of it, and fingernails painted a neon blue beckoned to the ground. Snow began to fall on the stage, a thin dust from no snow machine Brandy could spot. Marina was giving Mumbles a lap dance, and her shell glittered as she pressed the melting sand lady to her chest. She was using a Move for effects, and while it should have been Rain Dance, the Ice Pokémon was also chilling the stage air, instantly turning the falling rain into snow.
Maple stepped out backward through the glittering snowflakes, and what a sight that was. Her tight-fitting Bunny blue outfit had a white fur lining around the edges, and her butt was accented by little white cottontail that she shook with a roll of her hips. Holly's hand squeezed Brandy, and the mouse had stopped breathing entirely.
Brandy didn't think Maple Haze was perfect anymore. She was trying to be, but she'd admitted she had a lot of work to do to get there. But for all her faults, her body really was perfect. The strapless corset hugged her ass like a second skin and caressed a bubble butt that nations could have fought over. The flare of her hips screamed out to be grabbed, and her thighs had that toned firmness that made Brandy's mouth water. Maple had inherited Huge Power from Holly, which had firmed up an already gorgeously toned body. Maple raised an arm and clicked a finger, and the snow swirled around her and then coalesced in a vortex at the center of the stage. The glittering flakes closed in, becoming a long, shining pole of ice that stretched from stage to ceiling. Brandy had seen Marina make ice weapons before; an ice dancing pole proved she could use it for utility, too. She wondered if they'd tried to use that offensively yet to make ice cages; it'd be very effective.
Maple grabbed the ice without any fear of getting stuck, which only enhanced its potential effectiveness in Brandy's eyes. Maple kicked a leg to wrap around it, and the pole bent around her like liquid, not frozen water. Mahi's hands were swirling in the air in time to the grinding lap dance Marina was giving Mumbles. The pair worked in concert to shape the ice into water and back around Maple as she twirled around it. They weren't doing all the work. Brandy knew Maple was strong, and she was really showing it off here. It took a terrifyingly massive amount of core strength to haul herself up from a stand, and she made it look effortless.
There was no song for this, just the crowd's roar flowing in time to Maple's twirling dance. Golden hair fanning out around her, she raised a leg above her head, tipping her body back as she scaled the pole backward. Those with sharp eyes could see right down her cleavage, and Brandy had very sharp eyes. She seared the sight into her brain, and as she studied every inch of Maple, she saw something that made her blood run cold.
Maple's corset had a small zipper at the front, the silvered pull piece jingling in the air. It went down a tooth as her breasts jiggled from her body weight shifting around the pole. Her top would fall apart from sheer momentum if she kept this up. Holly hadn't seen that, but she'd seen plenty enough to be panting, both hands over her breasts as she tried to hold her heart in her chest. Since Brandy held one of those hands, she was copping a feel of warm mouse titty, and she wasn't above getting a quick squeeze. Holly had a lovely plush body; it'd be a crime not to.
"I need her, now," Holly said with iron-clad conviction. "Fuck, I need all of them. This is impossible."
Brandy understood her, and she stood, Sparky hanging off her legs, still giggly from all the squeezing. She took a step with Sparky still kissing her thighs, and with a yank, she pulled Holly to her feet.
"We were going to call on you two," Wren said as Brandy advanced. "But if you're going to come right at us, these three Bunnies are ready to start the main event early."
Spreading her arms, held up by Saffira, still kissing her neck and along her shoulders, Wren called out to the crowd. "Are you all ready for a Trainer battle?"
Everyone cheered madly, but Brandy took one tall step onto the stage and then slapped her thigh hard enough that the clap shocked everyone to silence.
"You're not getting a Trainer battle," Brandy growled. "Because I don't see any Trainer's up here but me. All I see are three Bunnies Pokémon who need taming, and I've got a team ready."
Holly was hyperventilating, and Brandy was punch drunk on all the thigh squeezing she'd been getting. Her chosen team was a mess, but it didn't matter. Arceus herself couldn't have held Brandy back anymore.
Brandy cracked her knuckles as Maple swung down to her feet, landing with a light hop. Saffira flexed an arm, and Wren cooed as she was lifted by it, hanging off the muscle. They'd messed up; they'd wanted to set up some kind of teasing challenge, and they'd have gotten Brandy and Holly up there and made a show of tending to them. But that wasn't what Holly wanted. Her desires were large and out of control, and they wouldn't survive three Trainers who controlled the battlefield.
So Brandy was going to help her out her way. Flip the rules on their head. Change the game. Win her way.
"Are you all ready to watch three Bunnies get bonded?" Brandy said, cracking her knuckles. The crowd stomped their feet and screamed at the rafters in approval.
Behind Saffira and Wren, Maple raised an immaculate eyebrow, one hand firmly on her cocked hip.
"Brandy Joyce," she said, blowing on her blue fingernails and looking at them like her only concern was that she might soon break one. "You're kidding if you think you can win this. Do your worst."
"Oh fuck," Sparky laughed, "You should have not said that."
But she had. Now Brandy had permission. She took a step forward, and absolute chaos was unleashed.
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CATATAU11MIL
The level of depth and excellence of the story, the writing, the depth of the characters, this story is the definition of "come for the smut, stay for the plot" superb.
Premier
Glad you're liking it! Its a weird little niche I carved out for myself but its a blast to write
Sheylyra
I am so loving this series, it is pushing all my buttons.
