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Hot Barbecue Plans (Lay the Very Best - Chapter 150)
🕑 Added 2023-09-14 21:45:17 +0000 UTCBrandy had expected to find Calcine worn out from handling the Magneton trio when they finally went to pick her up. What they actually found was way outside of Brandy's wildest guesses.
The silvery robot girls had stripped Calcine naked and attacked her with a series of tools. One had a hand-sized floor buffer and dragged it over her skin with a heavy rumble from the spinning circular brush end. Another, Brandy couldn't tell which, they all looked the same, was spraying her with what looked like a pesticide gun but adjusted to work off a small hip flask. Her enhanced eyes let her quickly pick out the word 'Polish' among all the fine print on the flask.
The last was just licking along the lines of Calcine's stomach with a long, silvery tongue. That didn't seem to be really necessary, but from the light in her half-lidded red and blue eyes, she was really enjoying it. Brandy couldn't blame her. Calcine's Evolution had really left her with a body that was a treat on the eyes. She wasn't thick with muscle, but there was just enough to make the mouth water, and she was the same height as Brandy now. Her smile was full of fire when she finally stopped laughing at the tickle of the buffer and saw Brandy.
"Have fun?" Calcine asked.
"A lot of it," Brandy nodded and looked down at her stained maid dress. "Maybe a little too much."
The three robot girls turned their heads with a whir of motors to look at the trio. "We just got you those!" said the one with the buffer polishing Calcine's leg. "Strip, we have to get them tidied up for tomorrow."
"Probably for the best," Morgan said as she began undoing the buttons on her little waistcoat. "If we took them back to Trinket, she'd tie us up so tightly we'd never get out."
"We'll deliver them to the Barbecue tomorrow. Need to talk with Blaze about them anyway," the one that'd been licking away said. "I guess we can't complain about you loving our work. Oh! Speaking of which, we've made your lovely Carkoal shine, though. You like it?"
Calcine flexed her arms, her coal-black skin gleaming with red hues from her cloak and the fire just under the skin.
"Turn around," Sparky said. "Morgan needs to see the back."
"I do?" Morgan said, then locked eyes with Calcine's shiny butt. "I did. Weber, Sin, Saturn, my congratulations. Your work is as exemplary as ever."
"I think I deserve some credit," Calcine said, slapping her ass.
"Nonsense, you have Rock Polish and made them do all this work anyway. You're a villain."
"She's our Villain," Brandy said with a smile. "I'm glad you had fun Calcine. I thought we'd come back to find you fucking."
"We'd have to combine for that," Sin, the one with the sprayer, said. Gesturing to Calcine's dick with one hand and making wide-handed squeezing motions. "A lot to handle, and it takes all day to get untangled after. Calcine pointed out we'd have to clean your clothes, so we didn't have time for it."
"Did she now?" Morgan said as she pulled off her top, then turned to Brandy to help her with hers. "Very self-sacrificing of you, Calcine."
"Oh, they found plenty of other ways to keep me happy," Calcine grinned, roving her eyes over Brandy as Morgan picked her clothes off. "I haven't exactly been suffering."
"Morgan broke a Waitress," Sparky said in a rush, unable to contain herself any longer. The whole story came spilling out in one long, rambling stream, Brandy and Morgan stepping in to correct her when Sparky got too fanciful with the truth. Though not every time, if Sparky wanted to compliment them shamelessly, that was her Bug Typing privilege.
"You really know how to cut loose," Sin interjected when Sparky's story had petered out into lurid descriptions of what Morgan had done to Butterscotch. "Calcine, you're looking about as good as we can make you. I think we'll leave you to your friends now. If you win the badge tomorrow, you'll want to celebrate?"
"It is tradition," Brandy nodded.
"Then we'll catch you after it," Weber said with a grin. "I'm sure we can devise a proper Motostoke celebration for you all. Maybe even Big Sis' Anisotropic will float by."
Sparky thumped her chest, "Good motivation! If anything can stop Brandy from getting pounded at the Barbecue, it's a future promised pounding from a swarm of sexy robot ladies."
"Hey!" Brandy huffed. "I'm more worried about how we get everyone else to focus. It's going to be a nightmare."
"You're forgetting Spitfire is our cook," Calcine said as she pulled on her shirt. Brandy's shirt, technically, but that was a lost cause at this point. "Spitfire's going to take one look at us, and we'll be lucky if she gets any cooking done."
"Shit, you're right." Brandy bit her lip.
"I can solve that," Morgan said, "Leave it to me."
"How?"
"Let me enjoy being mysterious," Morgan said with a flick of her hat. She had no other clothes to put back on, so she was done. "I have a plan for it. I promise it'll work."
Much as Brandy wanted to know the plan, she knew Morgan loved to show off. It wouldn't hurt to trust her.
"I'll focus on relaying orders between you all and Spitfire. My Fire Typing is safest around her, even if Morgan has a plan."
"It's a beautiful plan." Morgan said, "Spitfire will love it."
"But not as much as you loved yourself," Sparky said with a grin, darting back when Morgan tried to swat her with a wing. "I'm quick! I can use the webs to drag us out of trouble if one of us gets too distracted. Calcine can load me with food, and I can balance it easily with Agility. If it's a Company Picnic, it's going to be a lot of people with solo Partners. A lot of people to serve, and you know Pokémon don't need to eat, but some of them really love food. Just have to hope no one is dating a Snorlax."
That'd be a bit of a disaster, but they'd manage. It was the Maid outfits that had Brandy worried. They were powerfully attractive, and they'd be a tempting lure. Blaze probably had done this intentionally to challenge her to solve a problem without getting everyone horny. Buttercup had shown regular workers weren't really on the level of Trainers, but there were going to be Pokémon there, and they were always a threat. How do you keep Pokémon occupied?
Well, there was the obvious way. Yeah! Fuck Blaze. Brandy had a style, and she was sticking with it.
"We need to be sexier," Brandy said. "That's the solution."
"What?" Sparky said as she hopped into her tight shorts, "I love your brains, Brandy, but that seems really stupid. We're trying to stop them from fucking us so we can work."
"No, we're not. Well, yes, we are, but think about it. If everyone is having a good time and getting ridiculously heated watching us, everyone's bonds will be charged up."
"Your plan is to get everyone too horny with each other to be horny at us specifically?" Calcine said thoughtfully, "As plans go, that's very you."
"It's a gym challenge still, right? Overwhelming Emotion was the theme. So if we bring that, I think Blaze will give me the badge."
"If everything doesn't descend into chaos." Morgan said, "You'll end up luring outsiders if we go too hard."
"Which will keep them even busier!" Brandy said. "It'll work."
"Problem One," Sparky said, "Scoria and Fenny will be there."
"They're trying for a baby. We'll be lucky if they aren't already fucking when we arrive. They're not going to be a problem. Except maybe a noise problem."
"I think that's not true, but you know them best. Okay, Problem Two then," Sparky said. "It's going to require Brandy to flirt."
"I can flirt!"
"Oh, yeah," Calcine said, tapping her arm. "I see the problem."
"I can flirt!" Brandy repeated. "I flirt with you all the time."
"And you do wonderfully," Calcine patted Brandy's arm. "But you're going to have to flirt with humans too."
"... oh. Shoot."
"You're staying at Trinkets, aren't you?" Sin said as she helped her sisters pack the machinery away. "Why don't you just have Brandy practice with her girls?"
"Now that," Sparky grinned. "Is an idea."
