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Wearing On Me (Lay the Very Best - Chapter 216)
🕑 Added 2024-02-26 23:45:14 +0000 UTCDinah shucked off her Galvantula silk body like a dressing gown, bursting out of it in a mess of black liquid tentacles. As stripteases went, it was awful, but as a power move? It pressed some buttons in Brandy that really enjoyed being hammered. The primal hunger of it was just appealing; a lot of Pokémon were human-shaped with extra features. Dinah was truly alien, a writhing mass that filled and powered the suits she made with writhing tentacles and liquid pressure.
There was a razor-thin edge between being intensely horny and terrified, and the Mimikyu would have straddled that line if she had something Brandy could have called legs. To top all off and really get Brandy's heart beating?
Dinah was clearly embarrassed! A tentacle shyly covered something that might have been her eyes; two glowing white dots floated amongst a shifting pillar of black, glossy liquid. Her body flowed hesitantly towards Brandy, unsteadily rolling across the floor, spawning tentacles to balance itself. Without a body to support her, Dinah was a wobbling mess, and it was adorable. The way Dinah writhed in a mixture of pleasure at the sight of Brandy and bent over backward with bashfulness at her own looks. All of it made Brandy want to hug this woman and ensure she knew it was okay. This was a bizarre fight, but if there's one thing Brandy thrived in, it was making Pokémon comfortable with being themselves.
"Lean on me," Brandy said, opening her arms and offering her maid dress for Dinah to splash down on. "I've got you."
Dinah collapsed with a relieved sigh, sinking into Brandy's chest, her tentacles slithering down and around Brandy's thighs, wrapping her in a warm embrace. The feeling of Dinah's shifting tentacles sliding along her skin was thrilling. They were wet and cold but so very soft, and when they wrapped around her, she could feel them pulsing with energy, a soft heartbeat against her skin. Brandy stroked her fingers through the skin, breaking the surfacing, and dipped into it to leave trails. The droplets that came away didn't stain her warm fingers, flowing back into Dinah's body, eager to be reunited with the rest.
It reminded Brandy of Gilly, the Wishiwashi made of liquid and lights, but Gilly had been able to maintain a human form. Dinah needed support, craved it, and Brandy was happy to provide. Her embrace was wonderfully firm, extra tentacles squeezing around Brandy's hips and wrapping around her waist. There was an odd, ticklish feeling, like an ice cube trailing down her back, the gentle caress of a lover with no real fingers or form.
"Your body is as beautiful as your clothes," Dinah said softly, her voice thrumming out from her formless body. "I wish I could be as pretty."
"You can feel my heartbeat, can't you?" Brandy said, "You might not believe me when I say you are beautiful, but it can't lie. Listen to it. Hear the truth."
Brandy could feel Dinah's body pressing into her, squirming and wriggling against her, the chill of Dinah's own body seeping into her skin, a hot breath from a gap that may have been a mouth adding relief. One of many, others were suckling her skin, tasting her sweat, absorbing her heat. Dinah was slowly seeping into her maid dress, filling the small gap between fabric and skin.
"I don't know why humans are like this," Dinah said, incredulous but happy. "So willing to love something like me."
"Shh. None of that. Enjoy my body," Brandy said and pressed her face to a black tentacle, giving it a lick to tease it her way. "Taste my lips. Feel my love. Get comfortable in my dress. I can wait."
Dinah hesitated, then kissed her. An excellent trick for someone with no face, but a tentacle wrapped around Brandy's throat and then teased apart her lips did the job instead. It was a challenging kiss, Brandy's jaw feeling the stretch as Dinah's tentacle pushed into her mouth, the taste of her sweet like syrup. Brandy had her own tongue, and she pushed back, fighting against Dinah's tentacle in a futile effort against a far more nimble and bigger opponent, but the sliding over one another was a fun fight, and Brandy moaned in enjoyment.
"This fabric, it's such a joy to bring alive," Dinah purred, and Brandy could feel her clothes pinch as Dinah took them over. Being pressed by your own clothes was a unique experience, but all that rubbing of cloth over Brandy's skin was getting her wet and eager. Dinah was so thrilled she wasn't going hard, and Brandy didn't want to rush her, so she spared a moment to check in on her partner.
Wren had maybe made a mistake taking Brandy's looks because Sparky had planted her head between thicker than usual Brandy's thighs and was going to town. She had a death grip on Wren's thighs, intent on squeezing them until she lost her fingers in there, and her tongue was lapping away like she was trying to lick the last bits out of a yogurt pot, her face buried so firmly in Wren's crotch that she was going to have trouble breathing.
Sparky clearly didn't care. She wanted to warm Wren up with all speed and wouldn't let anything stop her from getting there. Wren's hand was gripping the back of Sparky's head. Fingers dug into her yellow hair as she rode the Joltik's face with an arched back. Wren was clearly in heaven, panting and moaning in time to every bobbing thrust of Sparky's body. Brandy could hear her calling out Sparky's name, and Sparky's response was muffled static growls of playful enthusiasm. Brandy was almost jealous. Sparky's tongue was magical, and Sparky was weaving a spell Morgan would be proud of.
No bell yet, which was a little odd. Brandy felt like she had a massive advantage over Wren right now; if Sparky got her wet enough to feel like she could fuck her properly, it'd be over.
That wasn't necessarily a good thing; in Tournaments, the scoring was a complicated affair, but boiled down to the basics, it wasn't about speed. The first tournaments only cared about who won, and it'd been boring, with people just bringing a ton of disabling Moves. Now, judges scored performances, and pleasing your opponent was a huge part of your score. The best Tournament fighters were performers as much as they were fighters, able to put on a show and take their opponents to new heights of pleasure. Frying Wren's brain with Joltik's dick would mean Brandy won, but it'd be a thin victory if she just ended up behind losers of other matches because she'd bored the judges and the crowd.
She'd help Wren out if Sparky got too enthusiastic. She needed to take her focus back because Dinah was settling in and beginning to play. Brandy's Maid dress had become a part of Dinah now, her form spread out to coat the inside of the fabric, but with black tentacles pouring out of the skirt and sleeves and wrapping around her arms and legs. The skirt was lifted up like she was floating, something thick rolling underneath it that Brandy couldn't quite see but could certainly feel pressing over her skin. The rest of the fabric pulled tight, conforming to her body so firmly it was like the silk had been painted onto her, the slight wet layer of Dinah between her and the fabric wonderfully soft and softly kneading for an almost full body massage that had Brandy swaying on her feet. Two tentacles were tasked with holding her thighs apart, while a third tentacle squeezed around her ass, went between her legs, and the tip poked up at her pussy, ready to push into her and claim her.
Dinah wasn't wasting any time.
Brandy didn't know where to even touch to find Dinah, so she settled for squeezing her own breasts, two handfuls of fabric with something soft underneath that writhed as Brandy's fingers dug down. "Enjoying it?"
"It's perfect." Dinah's voice tickled in Brandy's ear. "You're perfect. Your skin is warm and smooth, and I feel you, Brandy. Your heart is beating so fast. You're excited. You're wearing me, and you love the look. You really, truly do."
"I've never worn anything better," Brandy said honestly, and Dinah giggled. A vibrating laugh that tingled across all of Brandy's skin and stole her breath.
"Oh, that's a lovely thing to say. I'll remember that."
The tentacle slid into Brandy. It wasn't big, a few inches long, the size of two fingers, and very gentle as it went. It was rounded and smooth, but Dinah could control the surface, the texture rippling and changing, a softness that turned to a roughness, to drag just briefly over a patch and then back again to silky smooth. It was dizzying, entirely unlike anything Brandy had felt before.
"I can feel your body heat, your sweat against my skin. Every twitch of a beautifully firm muscle," Dinah said, and a tendril of herself slid into Brandy's mouth. It tasted intoxicatingly sweet, and Brandy tried to suck on it, but Dinah's tentacles were as soft and malleable as jelly, and she almost ended up biting it in two. "I will give you the biggest treat for being so honest and kind with me. Hold on."
Brandy held her breath, and the dress suddenly started vibrating. It was a full-body massage, a soft and gentle rumble that ran over her skin, pleasant but in a relaxing way more than disabling.
"That's just the start. Wren," Dinah said, "What have you learned?"
"Back of the neck," Wren gasped, "Her pussy is sensitive along the top with long prickling licks, and she likes a firm squeeze. Play with her stomach, too. It radiates out to enhance the rest."
Wait what.
"Excellent," Dinah said, pleased. "Let's see how she likes the rest."
The dress didn't just start vibrating. The whole thing was suddenly buzzing. Dinah was doing everything Wren had said, but with the all-consuming intensity of something literally coating Brandy's body. It was fucking good, too, a hard press on her stomach as her skirt rode up, tentacles spilling out the bottom to drum beat against her abs. The tentacle inside her formed soft bristles that teased the sensitive top of her pussy, while a series of mouths sunk down to give the back of her neck some gooey hickies.
It was so blissfully good Brandy almost collapsed into a moaning heap. Only through pure stubborn will did she stay standing as Dinah's guided touch tried to turn Brandy's whole body to the same kind of melty goo she was. Brandy's vision swam as she tried to catch her breath; it was just so overwhelming. Even thinking was proving difficult, but she tried her best for her team's pride.
Wren wasn't mimicking Brandy to make the situation unusually racy. She was doing it to learn what Brandy liked! She'd let Sparky ravish her so she could see what felt good with her mimic-borrowed body. This made so much sense now; they'd lured Brandy in by acting weak up close so they could spring a trap.
"Thunder Wave!" Brandy groaned. "Sparky reset, reset!"
"I'll make her sing!" Sparky nodded, hands gripping tight onto Dinah's thighs as she began to spark up, but before she could explode, Dinah whipped a tentacle out and grabbed Sparky's leg, throwing her back towards the pool with a yelp. Wren skidded along the wooden floor with her before kicking Sparky right in the tits to free herself.
"Oh, you like it rough? NOTED!" Sparky yelled before she splashed into the water as her Thunder Wave blew out from her body, the water soaking up the charge in a giant crackling explosion that briefly blew out the speakers in the stadium, a crackling hiss filling the air over the excited roar of the crowd.
*DING. DING*
A bell sounded, and Brandy's heart sank. As she thought, it'd come in when someone was in trouble, but she hadn't thought it would be her. She went for her belt, one of Dinah's tentacles wrapping around her arms to try to stop her. Thankfully, Dinah wasn't very strong outside of a costume, and Brandy was able to power on through her arm, pressing through the black liquid as her whole body rolled in trembling pleasure. She got her hand around a Pokeball. Brandy needed someone to peel the Mimikyu off her and turn this back around. If she picked wrong, she would be almost useless guiding them as Dinah took her apart with what she knew.
Brandy threw her selected ball just as Wren bounced up into her arms to take a kiss, her own face smiling back at her as lips locked and they shared a warm kiss. Wren's tongue was still a bit sparky, and Brandy's heart raced as a small amount of static danced over their lips. It was a fantastic kiss, and she could feel Wren's smile against her face as Brandy melted into her. Pleased that she was learning more and more about Brandy by the second.
She had to stop underestimating Wren. She'd made that mistake too many times now. She was clearly a lot smarter than Brandy was giving her credit for. If she didn't take this fight seriously, she would lose.
Brandy's ball opened with a crack, and a red light spilled out, rapidly taking form.
"... what am I even looking at?"
Comments
Premier
It’s not a big deal. Me misspelling Whimsicott all over the place was way worse
DevWith13Es
Hate to be the bearer of bad news lol
Premier
Nooooo. I’ll fix it when I have a boring work meeting to get through
DevWith13Es
I don't know if you already noticed or not, but this is chapter 216. Every chapter after and including this one is 1 above their actual number
Cpt.Jack
Wow what a twist that was unexpected. the warmth of Dinah's own body seeping into her skin, (two paragraphs earlier you described her as wet and cold so this is confusing me) The best Tournament fighters were as performers as much as they were fighters, (cut the first 'as') the slight wet layer of Dinah between her and fabric (the fabric)
Sup3r J4k3
Kinda want it to be Morgan. She's probably the best choice for reversing this situation, while Calcine would maintain the advantage after the reversal.
