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Betting on Success (Lay the Very Best - Chapter 219)
🕑 Added 2024-03-07 00:22:19 +0000 UTCA tournament fight shouldn't be your first time, but in Brandy's defense, this situation was pretty fucking insane. There were sex toys that let humans swing around a dick, and they were popular, especially among human couples. Still, they were usually a little more modest affairs. It'd seemed like such a bright idea to use Dinah to simulate Mercury's cock, right up until it was hanging off Brandy, the sheer weight of it pulling at her crotch. It was a small mercy she couldn't actually feel through the cock as it slapped across Wren's stomach, her heat bleeding up into it and her soft skin stroking the underside. Dinah was wriggling happily against Brandy's skin from the sensation, but Brandy knew if she were feeling it, it'd be hard not to go crazy. Not with the way Wren was moving beneath her, head back, eyes closed, as she rocked her stomach against the cock, chest shuddering with a mix of nerves and excitement.
Brandy wrapped her hand around the length, and even though it wasn't a part of her, she felt it in the tips of her fingers. Her hips bucked a bit as she stroked it, feeling the liquid smooth skin of Dinah, so frictionless her hand glided over the black length, a warm heat pulsing through it. Dinah probably didn't have a heart, but she had a heartbeat, and it was getting worked up from the attention.
Wren was a panting mess on the floor. Her thighs pressed together as she tried to control her arousal. It didn't really help, and her eyes fluttered open. She looked at the cock and then back at Brandy. "Are you okay?" she asked, voice shaking a little. "You're not moving."
Brandy laughed, but the sound was shaky too. Arceus, it was such a monster! She didn't have Mercury's skill with this thing. Would she even be able to fit it in? It barely seemed possible. Reaching out, she took hold of Wren's hand and moved it up to the cock, squeezing Wren's fingers down on it, her own hand keeping Wren locked there. "I'm fine. Shouldn't I be asking you if you're okay?"
"I'm your copy. I can take anything you can." Wren smiled, but with her all too perceptive eyes, Brandy saw beyond the bluster. Finding something familiar instead. The slight cringe of the body, relaxing muscles, the stare that didn't penetrate too deeply. Wren was copying Brandy, but at that moment, she felt like Sparky to Brandy. Not the bubbly, pun-filled bug, but the nervous Joltik who was worried she was just a small Pokémon in a big world. She would never match up to the tall women she lusted after.
Brandy had always done her best to understand the women she slept with, and for a moment, she understood Wren a little better.
"Your inheritance is really cool," Brandy smiled, stroking a hand along Wren's side. Feeling the curve of an ass that was almost a copy of her, but thicker, and with a squeeze, her fingers dug in deep. "But you're not me. You're Wren Joyce, more like a sister."
"Kinky!" Wren giggled, though it was horribly fake. She was putting it on, her body tensing up under Brandy.
"Not what I meant, and you know it!" Brandy shook her head. She was more like Sparky by the second. Brandy dragged the cock over Wren's stomach as she bent to undo Wren's black maid shirt and leaned in to kiss a breast. Wren's were bigger than her own and smushed nicely under her lips, Wren's breath quickening as she sucked at them, wet pops as she worked them over. Leaving a wet mark, Brandy tilted her head up, looking over the curve of Wren's chest into her matching red eyes. "Sisters like our Pokémon. How they're all similar but not quite the same. My Sparky's taller than most Joltik. I'm sure Dinah's different too."
"I make quilts!" Dinah said, her voice chipping in from somewhere on Brandy's shoulder. She couldn't quite see, though a tentacle caressed her neck. "You threw it in the pool."
The tentacle squeezed, catching Brandy's breath as her head was pulled back. Baring her throat to Wren, her back arched to loosen the tension.
"Don't choke her, but good point Dinah. There is a fight going on," Wren said, blushing as she looked away from Brandy. "Ceridwen, Leaf Storm!"
"WHO WANTS TO SEE A CARD TRICK." Cerdiwen cackled madly, though Brandy couldn't see what she was doing. "PICK A CARD. BEFORE THAT CARD PICKS YOU!"
"I'm sick of this already! Calcine, burn those stupid things!" Sparky yelled, "Ugh, why can't we hit this stupid Ghost!"
"Her song makes her ridiculously lucky if you don't take her bets," Wren smirked. She'll keep them busy for a few more minutes. Maybe. Your Pokémon are powerful."
Wren stroked Brandy's hair and then flicked Dinah's tentacle. "She's stronger than you without a proper costume, silly, and she's not going to fuck me if you choke her. Let her get to it."
Dinah hadn't been pulling that hard, but it was still a situation that made Brandy's body rush with adrenaline. The shock made the engine in her heart rumble angrily, wanting to push her to strike back. Her body moved without thinking about it, and her borrowed cock pushed up between Wren's legs. Wren's inner thighs were soaked, the already slippery cock slipping over them as Brandy's breath caught. The heat was insane, the scent of Wren's arousal mixed with the sweetness of Dinah's gooey body. The slickness, the soft, warm, welcoming...
Brandy wanted to learn more about Wren, but this was turning her on so badly. Her hands were shaking as she grabbed at Wren's hips. Holding her tight. She felt the warmth of the woman's body. Her fingers dug into the flesh, and Wren squirmed beneath her, eyes closing again as she settled back. Resigned.
No. Simply unacceptable.
"My Pokémon aren't strong," Brandy growled. "They're the best, and they adore each other. When Calcine and Sparky work together, I'd bet them against anything. Ceridwen is fighting against both and holding them off? That's incredible."
Brandy lifted Wren's hips a little, pulling the woman to a comfortable height, the cock resting between her legs, pressing against her.
"Feel that? That's not me. That's Dinah. Your Mimikyu. She's incredible. Fighting her has been hell; you know how to use her, and she's always got another trick to pull out. Your team is outstanding. If I win, it'll be a close thing."
"If you win..." Wren echoed, a question in her eyes.
Brandy smiled and thrust forward. Gently.
Wren still screamed in shock. Her thighs trembled as they pressed against Brandy, the woman's body shaking as her head fell back from that slight penetration. As promised, Dinah reflected it all, a lump forming on the base of the cock that also speared Brandy. Everything she did to Wren with this dick was going to be copied, but Brandy was bigger, and her Steam Engine was roaring. It wasn't easy, Mercury's cock wasn't something you just took without blinking, but she could focus past it.
She didn't have to worry about coming first. Wren was incredibly sensitive; even that slight pressing of her lips apart already had her shivering with delight. Brandy couldn't feel anything through the cock, but she wished she could, the way Dinah's tentacles tightened on her limbs and her liquid body suckled against Brandy's skin. It must have felt heavenly.
Wren was panting and gasping beneath her as the tip of the cock pressed deeper and deeper inside her, the shaft stretching her apart. Wren's thighs trembled and then clenched, holding the cock in place. Her mouth opened wide, her eyes scrunched shut. Her head thrashed side to side. She was trying to handle a whole lot of sensation at once, but Brandy couldn't blame her for failing. This was a lot.
An ace of hearts thundered down next to her and stuck in a crack in the wooden deck. One corner of it was on fire, and Brandy reached over and squeezed it out, feeling the heat course through her body. Her still-warm fingertips were perfect for Wren to suck on, slowly coaxing her back from her near orgasm. "I expected you to trick me when you changed. Try to command my Pokémon around, but you haven't done any of that."
"I told you, you're my obsession." Wren moaned around her fingers. "I wasn't lying."
"I think I get it now," Brandy said as her hands squeezed Wren's hips. Her hips rolled to make them both moan with the stroking of that fat Mimikyu-made dick. "You didn't want to be a copy of me to learn all my tricks. You want to be me."
"You're so confident," Wren gasped. "Tall, strong. Sure of yourself. I'm not like that. I'm a Postwick girl who cums a few moments after I drop my panties."
"But we love that about you," Dinah murmured. "Ceridwen loves breaking you with her tricks. I love how you grip me as you melt. Calico's tough as nails, but she couldn't resist how your body fluttered around her dick."
Calico huh? That'll be her third Pokémon. A cat Pokémon? Or something to do with cloth again? Well Brandy would find out when she saw her. Because as much as Wren was doubting herself, Brandy knew the woman had a fire in her. It just needed some stoking.
"So you cum hard and often, and you're upset about it," Brandy laughed, pushing her hips forward. The cock pressed in further, and Wren's body shuddered. Her mouth was open, her breath coming in sharp, ragged pants. Dinah's cock was stirring deep inside her, and it wasn't even halfway yet. Mercury really was something else. "Pain Split makes it a strength, and even if it didn't, you'd inherit the stamina to fuck for hours eventually. I've had to pour out a lot of sweat and orgasms to get to where I am, and I promise you, I didn't hate a single moment of it."
"I can't handle it!" Wren's mouth hung open, her tongue rolling over her lips, drool running down her chin. "I'm not that strong. It's always too much."
"Then let's train you. Right here, right now."
Brandy thrust her hips forward. Wren screamed in delight as the cock sank in a few inches more. She was stretched so wide, the girth was too much for her, and the heat rolling off Brandy's hips and through Dinah's cock was driving her crazy. She came hard and then just kept cumming as Brandy sawed into her, Dinah's cock throbbing as Wren's body clenched down, her eyes going blank as her mind was overwhelmed.
"We're just getting started," Brandy whispered as she stroked Wren's hair. "Come on, Dinah's wriggling with excitement over my skin. Don't you want to make her cum?"
Wren's reply was a mumbled mess, but there was some kind of loving affirmation in there. She reached a hand out to the air and, by what seemed to be pure luck, caught Ceridwen as she crashed out of the air. Her purple robe was coated with webs and burnt at the edges, a ring of flame ran along her hat's ridge, and soot marks smeared over her face.
"Tough crowd," she grinned, and her golden eyes lit up as she looked down, clicking finger guns at Brandy's crotch. "Oh wow, nice dick."
"It's Dinah's," Brandy grinned as Wren grabbed bunches of Ceridrwen's robes and silently screamed in ecstasy into her side. "And I guess Mercury's too. But it is very nice."
"Well, save some of it for the rest of us!" Ceridwen said as she petted Wen's hair. Her other hand outstretched to scoop up some of her cards as they rained down all around her, half of them aflame. After a few quick one-handed shuffles, she fanned them out and held the spread out to Brandy. "Pick a card."
"I'm kind of busy fucking Wren's brains back into order. She doesn't think she can handle it. I disagree."
"Teaching our Trainer we mean the compliments we pay her. A worthy cause! But you're never too busy for a good trick!" Ceridwen laughed. Sparky and Calcine jogged up behind Brandy and put hands on her shoulders, staring over her at the Mismagius. "Your lovely assistants have gotten tired of the act."
"We were tired of it five minutes ago," Sparky muttered and then jumped, her voice raised to an excited shout. "I know that dick! Calcine, Brandy's hung like a Rapidash."
"Of course she is," Calcine patted Brandy's shoulder. "I expected nothing less from our Trainer."
"We're trying to have an emotional moment!" Brandy huffed, though it was hard to be annoyed when they complimented her, no matter how weird the compliments were.
Raising a shaky hand, Wren fumbled to pick a card from Ceridwen's deck and held it up to the Mismagius.
"Ah! Our beautiful Branwen has decided to set her own game." Ceridwen said, turning around a Seven of Hearts. "Then, by my power as Mismagius, I'll carry a tune and set the terms. This Lucky Chant says fortune will shine on a Trainer who can give our little Wren seven heart-fluttering orgasms. But if her heart cools and she fully wakes from her orgasmic haze, you fail, and lady luck will cash you out."
Her eyes glowed bright. "And I'll send you all for a swim."
Lucky Chant was a scary Move. All luck-based ones were. A bit of luck might sound like it wasn't that big a deal, but it was changing fate itself. Enough luck could let you do almost anything. If Brandy took the bet and Ceridwen kept singing, their bet would be honored. The universe itself would move to make sure it was.
A suitably theatrical move for the wannabe witch.
"We can take her without this," Calcine said, "Seven orgasms in a row are a lot, and they've been full of tricks. I don't expect her not to try to interfere."
"I can do it." Brandy said, "Besides, don't you want to watch me?"
"Fuck Wren's brains out with your massive cock?" Sparky squealed. "Ceridwen's act has sucked so far, but I absolutely want to see you fuck short and thick Brandy into a puddle."
Calcine spread her hands and ducked her head, "I've given the practical option, but I think we're all on board for the more fun one. Ceridwen, you got a bet."
"Then we got a deal." Ceridwen grinned, tipping her witch hat to Brandy. "I'd start right away."
Wren was still a little breathless, but she looked back at Brandy with a thin smile. "You really think I'll last? It's an easy win for you."
"I don't want easy," Brandy growled and thrust into Wren's pussy, forcing another squeal from her as she drove deep. Wren's arms were still wrapped around Ceridwen, and the Mismagius floated up and back, allowing Brandy to sink a few inches more of Dinah's dick into her. The woman's legs twitched, and her hands clawed at Ceridwen's purple robes, the card in her fingers crumpling into a ball. "I want you to make me work for it. Can you do that?"
Wren smiled, "You're not used to being in charge. I'm not a Brandy expert yet. But I can tell that."
"Well, this dick is giving me some underserved confidence." Brandy smiled and rolled her hips. Wren's thighs shook with the pleasure. She was still a sensitive wreck, and a slight rocking would be enough to overwhelm her. But Brandy wasn't going to settle for that. She gave a pound, not able to bring all the dick to bear, but enough that Wren's whole body was rocked. She was panting, and her fingers were digging into Ceridwen's cloak. The Mismagius looked down with a smile, and Wren's breath caught, the woman looking up at her with adoration.
"You could tell Dinah to take her dick away. I don't think she can do seven with her fingers and tongue." Ceridwen said, giving Brandy a once-over look. "Well, maybe she can't; she's got some lovely muscle on her."
"No, I can take this." Wren huffed. "I want to be like Brandy, and she could take this. I can take this."
"You don't have to be another Trainer for us, Wren." Dinah called out, "We love you, win or lose."
"I don't want to be her," Wren said, eyes closed as she tried to steady her breath. "But she sees something in me, something she has. I want it. Let me do this. Take a bit of her for myself."
"You're going to take more than a bit," Sparky sucked her teeth. "Brandy fuck her up. She's been exhausting! I want to see her pretty ass squirm."
"It's basically my ass," Brandy snorted as she solidified her grip on Wren's hips.
"I know what I said." Sparky smiled as Calcine gave Brandy's butt a squeeze. "Now stop torturing your team and give them a show."
Comments
Cpt.Jack
This is so much fun. Crazy sex and wholesome loving and you somehow make it work together seamlessly. the sheer weight of pulling at her crotch. (of 'it' pulling) It was a small mercy she couldn't actually feel because it slapped across Wren's stomach, (something is missing in the first part) Fell that? That's not me. (Feel) a ring of flame ran along her hat's bridge, and soot smarks smeared over her face. (bridge -> ridge / smarks -> marks) though it was hard not to be annoyed (no 'not')
