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All Kirlia No Filler (Lay the Very Best - Clover Side Story)
🕑 Added 2023-07-03 17:48:27 +0000 UTCHi hi! Another Side Story time, this one about a Kirlia desperate to become a Gardevoir like her sister. She'll work it out, I'm sure.
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The tips of the pleated white dress frayed as the wave of noise rolled over Clover's illusory clone. The hammer blow of screeching sound that had flown out of the darkness was tearing up the cobbled floor in a perfect circle, and the clone couldn't handle it. Chips of rocks punched holes in the strips of her skirt, exposing gleaming white skin and a body made of incredibly firm curves. The powerfully compact bit of eye candy released a frustrated sigh as they broke apart. Twin green pigtails fluttered to the ground, the last piece to shatter apart under the sonic blast of their opponent's voice, still cackling madly from the darkness.
"I bet you thought this be easy when you saw me!" the voice called out, the sound of it rattling around in Clover's head. She tried to sense her opponent, but their voice filled the room every time they spoke and pressed in on Clover's mind. She just couldn't get more than a rough idea of where in the sky they were flying. "Varney's going to teach you not to underestimate a Dragon in the dark!"
Clover clung to her Trainer, the Kirlia's green hair mingling with the long blonde tresses going a little mint at the tips. There really was nothing she could do here. They'd thought the Dragon Gym would be an easy jaunt, even with the theme of "Overconfidence" warning them it wouldn't be that simple. They hadn't expected the first room to go pitch black and then be jumped by an insane bat lady who could see perfectly well.
"Can you feel her?" Fiona whispered in Clover's ear. The Trainer was sprouting up fast lately and was almost as tall as Clover, and her curves had already overtaken her. That extra helping of chest squishing against Clover's side made her all the more protective of her Trainer. She might be near useless for this fight beyond being a distraction, but if Varney rained down hell on them, she'd make sure Fiona didn't get a scratch.
"She's doing something with sound. It's throwing me off." Clover said as a burning line of purple energy scythed another of her illusions in two, leaving nothing but a burning pile of glittery fairy dust as the illusion unwound. Terrifyingly powerful, even one hit from this sort of high-impact attack would leave them completely breathless and barely able to resist being pounced. "Camila's going to have to do it."
Clover hated saying that. She loved her sister. She really did, but just this once, she'd liked to have been the one to save the day.
The great battle hall lit up as a shining orb formed in the sky, moonlight picking out Camilia standing ahead of them. The staggering tall Pokémon in her gorgeous white dress had her arm raised, the long curls of her green hair fluttering from the beat of Varney's wings. Though the lick of hair that coquettishly covered one eye held firm, only a trusted lover could see both their eyes.
"Camila, Teleport, and Moonblast that bat out of the sky!" Fiona yelled out, Clover tensing as she felt Varney's gaze settle on them and begin a dive. The moonlight dappled off the massive bat-woman's turquoise wings, her long black tail flicking behind her as she gave them a big fanged smile. It wasn't just her blasts they had to watch out for. Those fangs had popped Clover's illusions like soap bubbles. If she sunk them into Fiona or Clover, their senses would be completely overloaded in seconds.
Camila and Clover should have been able to bat a Dragon Type between them like a chew toy, but Varney was so ridiculously strong she was brute forcing her way past any type of disadvantage. The Gym theme in action. Overconfidence. Just because you had a huge type advantage didn't mean you couldn't face a woman strong enough to bridge that gap.
Clover pursed her lips, Varney was moving way too fast to kiss, but she was damn well going to try anyway. "Hug in, Fiona. I'll take the bite."
Those golden eyes, huge shaggy mane of hair the Noivern had, white at the ends with tufts of turquoise around her pointed ears. Clover got a look at all of it, trying to line up with the purple lipstick and hold her breath for a kiss that was probably going to involve a bite.
Camila appeared just in front of them, the towering Gardevoir a good head and shoulders above them both, the huge trail of her dress big enough to shield them as she raised her arm and clicked her fingers. The fake moon above flared a brilliant white, and then everything became a shining light and a roaring sound. A beam of pure energy crashed down from the sky. It slammed into Varney so hard into the cobbled ground she bounced right back up, screeching madly as Camila raised both hands and balled up psychokinetic energy between them. A flaring ball that dwarfed anything Clover had ever been able to summon.
It'd be maddening how much more powerful she was than Clover if she wasn't saving their ass right now. Varney opened her mouth to try to sweep Camila with another laser and just got her mouth stuffed. Camila clapped her hand over Varney's mouth and lit up her cheeks as her psychic power raced through the Noivern's body. Varney twitched as psychic energy grasped hold of every nerve, playing them in a beautiful concert as Camila made Varney writhe about on the floor. Endless waves of pleasure crashed over her as Camila completely dominated her body, forcing her to sit on her knees and bow her head as she shivered in ecstasy.
"Apologise to Fiona and tell her you'll be good," Camila said, stroking Varney's cheek fondly as the proud Dragon was forced to bend.
"Ahhhh- ahhhh!" was all Varney could say when she opened her mouth, pathetic mewls of pleasure as she pleaded with Camila to release her. Camila just stared down at her imperiously, a sight that made even Clover's heart race. She was so fucking beautiful it was almost too much, every curve perfect, a towering vision of immaculate poise. Camila squeezed Varney's cheeks gently, and the Dragon began to beg.
"Sorry, Fiona! I'll be good. I'll be goooood!"
Broken so easily, Fiona was blushing as she hugged Clover's side, but with a huge smile on her lips. Seeing Camila in her full power was something humans found hard to handle, and even Fiona hadn't gotten used to it yet.
"Good work Camila," the Trainer said, licking her lips. "You want to play with her before we move on? Seems cruel to leave her like this."
"She'll do whatever you wish," Camila gave her Trainer a polite bow, then looked to Varney and made her do it too, psychic energy crackling over her skin. "And love it. Clover, do you wish to join too?"
Clover sighed. She'd barely done a thing but soaked some hits, but then what could she do? When her sister was that strong, and she couldn't catch up?
"I'll join you both, of course," Clover said. She might feel inadequate, but she'd be a fool to miss out on a chance to spend more time with Fiona and her sister. She loved them both so much the thought of spoiling the mood was too painful to bear.
Though even that came with its own embarrassment. Clover didn't measure up to Camila in so many ways lately.
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The Dragon Badge hanging off Fiona's backpack gleamed in the sunlight. The polished purple gemstone had only a vague dragon shape, its wings reared back and mouth open ready to breathe flame. It jingled as it bounced off the other badges on her back, all almost as freshly won as the latest addition. Fiona had never struggled with gyms. Camila and Clover had breezed through them even before Camila had evolved and left Gym leaders astounded that any woman out there had two Kirlia bonded with her. It was embarrassing at times, the Gym leader acting like Fiona was more special than they were.
Even more embarrassing, they weren't wrong. Fiona was special.
"She's so pleasant when she's sleeping," Camila said, leaning over to run her slender fingers over Fiona's cheeks. Clover was princess-carrying Fiona in her arms to a little scenic pool they'd seen outside the city limits. The perfect place to rest up and recover.
She was also carrying all their bags. It wasn't that Camila never offered to do it. She did every time. But Clover wanted to pull her weight, and if she couldn't do it in battle, she would make up for any way she could. Even if it meant making her muscles ache, hauling all this weight around. Camila eased the weight off her with a little telekinesis when she thought she could get away with it. Still, as perfect as her sister could be in so many ways, she was hopeless at trickery. She didn't need it when she could make half of their opponents get on their knees just by looking at them, and the other half soon ended up begging for her to take charge when she flexed her power.
"She's pleasant awake too," Clover smiled, giving Fiona a gentle squeeze as she drooled on Clover's arm. "We're spoiled to have her."
Camila nodded as her eyes glowed, using her power to gently peek at her Trainer's thoughts.
"Oh, she's having a lovely dream," Camila said, her voice filled with happiness so infectious Clover couldn't but smile as Camila turned to her, "Do you want to see?"
"Not really," Clover said, looking at Fiona's peaceful dreaming smile and letting her psychic power feel the glowing contentment radiating off her.
Her psychic power wasn't quite good enough to get such fine detail; she could get impressions of what her partner was thinking but nothing like the clear pictures Camila did. One of the many benefits of being a Gardevoir, though Camila had always been better with the mind reading. Terrifyingly good at it. In battle, she appeared like she could read the future, and in the bedroom, she filled her Partner's desires faster than they could even understand what they were.
A skill that worked just as well on Clover as on anyone else, Camila laid a hand on her arm and comforted Clover's anxiety without even needing to ask what it was. "It'll come."
"It's been weeks now," Clover sighed. "What if I don't evolve? I just don't know what it's going to take."
Camila pulled her into a hug, Clover’s face pressed into the world-renowned Gardevoir titty, and it deserved every bit of that reputation. Perfectly rounded, gloriously soft, the epitome of what a Fairy type could be. The wet dream of women across the world. She wanted to sulk, but it was hard to be mad when you had half your face smothered in heaven.
"It'll come," Camila said, and Clover could feel the confidence so thickly in the air she could taste it. A rich sweetness that soothed Clover's irritated nerves. "You work hard every day. I know you'd do anything for her. She knows it too."
Clover sighed again and nuzzled Camila's chest, letting her fingers sink into her Trainer's skin as she held Fiona close and drifted about in all their loving thoughts. Whatever dream Fiona was having, it clearly involved them. How could it not? Every Trainer dreamed of having a Gardevoir, and Fiona lived that dream every day. She'd never hidden her giddiness about getting two of the most desired Pokémon in the world and the delight at their eagerness to fill Fiona's every desire.
Her sister had helped her relax, and the warmth of her Trainer's thoughts gave her courage. Clover would do anything to finally evolve for Fiona, even voice some uncomfortable truths to her sister.
"I want to be a good Fairy." Clover said, "But I'm scared. It's so obvious I can't do what you can, and I'm afraid I'll end up failing her, or disappointing her, or-"
"Shh," Camila whispered, her Psychic power calming Clover's mind and filling her with warm thoughts of the past. The stream where they'd finally decided to let Fiona bond them both, the bedroom they'd absolutely destroyed together afterward. The feel of Fiona clinging to her side, feeling safe in Clover's grip while Camila took their opponents apart. Kisses in the rain and lazy sex in the blistering heat.
"I'm not better than you," Camila said, talking right over Clover's objection. "You're my sister, my other half. Do I love you?"
"Of course," Clover said, licking her lips. Some of the memories made her regret Fiona was too worn out to do anything right now. "Always and forever."
"Absolutely, and Fiona. Does she love you?"
"Silly question," Clover laughed. "Fiona would love me if I was the rudest Trubbish in the world. She's got a heart big enough for everyone."
"But you're not. You're a Kirlia." Camila said with a pretty smile that could brighten anyone's day, "Who had to fight Trainers off with a stick until we found one good enough for us both. She's lucky to have you, and she knows it."
Clover looked at the Trainer in her arms, so different from when they'd first met her. She'd been mousey then, afraid of her shadow, terrified of upsetting anyone. But they'd both known what she really was the moment they saw her. Something blessedly rare in this world, a pure soul who loved everyone so deeply it hurt her. Helping her grow had been a challenge, but one that they'd both relished and as she'd inherited from two Kirlia, she'd blossomed to be so heart-achingly beautiful it was hard not to just stare at her all day. Camila becoming a Gardevoir had only amped that up even further. The things Clover would do for this gorgeous girl if she wanted it. Or do to her if she needed it. It made her shiver.
"She deserves us," Clover said hotly, catching Camila's one uncovered eye with her own. A crackle of tension between them. "Nothing lucky about it. She earned us both."
Camila just laughed an ethereally beautiful sound that made Clover's quicken. Camila didn't have to try to make herself hot; it came naturally to a Gardevoir. Her existing in your eye line was enough to get the blood racing, and Clover wasn't immune to that effect. She wanted it for herself so badly, to be so full of strength and grace. Getting to enjoy it was at least a good second-place prize, letting her eyes wander over Camila's curves until she guided Clover's eyes back up with a finger under her chin.
"You won't fail Fiona," Camila said, kissing Clover's nose, "You never give up. I believe you in sister, so believe in yourself."
Clover blushed at the kiss. Those soft lips were a delight against any bit of skin and came with a curl of psychic power that stirred her up. Camila knew the effect she had on people, and she made sure Clover knew it when she stroked a finger over the line of Clover's cock against her skirt. "You know she loves this. I've heard the sounds she makes."
"I just feel I can give more. Know it." Clover gulped, a lump had gotten firmly stuck in her throat, and swallowing didn't rid herself of it. "Not like sex. I know she loves that. Just everything else. I want to be a good Fairy, give her everything she desires, and I've seen the way she looks at you. The glimmer in her eye at your strength."
"Talk about her with it," Camila said, "Trust me. I know you both very well. I'll give you space to talk when we clean up and get her ready for bed. She'll be receptive."
"Read our minds?" Clover smirked.
"I don't need to do that to know you love each other to bits. That is obvious to anyone." Camila patted Clover's bubble butt, "And when you do evolve, we will celebrate with her. Thoroughly."
Clover's spine tingled at the thought Camila had implanted there. She'd have to talk with Fiona because the celebration if they pulled it off, would be better than anything Fiona dreamed about. She had no doubt about that.
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The splatter of water on rocks, the crunch of dirt shifting beneath her boots as she dug her heels into the ground, the cool breeze rustling through the trees, and Fiona's blonde tresses as Clover brushed the wet locks out, bouncing the mint green tips with playful flicks of her fingers. It was all so perfectly idyllic, and Fiona's thoughts were so focused Clover could almost make the shape of them out. She knew she was going to get fucked soon, and quivering with so much excitement, her back trembled against Clover's arms as she untangled her hair.
Camila was only making it worse. Floating above the pool of crystal clear water, she was washing in the thundering waterfall, and Clover and Fiona hadn't been able to tear their eyes away from her. A Gardevoir was rare without her dress; only when it came off did you really see how tall and lithe they were. The smooth skin of their long legs was just thick enough to be a treat on the eyes, and they led up to a tight waist that swelled into a round ass that just begged to be squeezed. A Kirlia had a chest that drew eyes, but Gardevoir went that one step further and made jaws drop, and being soaked in water made their pure white skin shine like fine marble.
It was impossible not to stare, and they both were while Camila lazily washed, her fingers dimpling her own skin for their pleasure.
"She looks so good naked," Fiona stated the obvious, her voice low, barely audible over the gurgling of the falls.
"She does," Clover said softly, her brush catching on a difficult tangle. Fiona leaned her head back to help free it. Clover leaned down to kiss Fiona on the cheek while it was a free target, red eyes staring down into her Trainer's sparkling eyes. "She'll do anything to make you think nice thoughts, you know?"
Fiona squirmed back, planting her head on Clover's chest with a huge smile as she relaxed into the best spot to watch the show Camila was putting on for them. "Not the only one. You're always there for me. I'm spoiled."
"We're Fairy. Spoiling our trainers is what we do." Clover smiled, "And you deserve it more than anyone."
That blush on her cheeks as Fiona bit her lip made Clover's heart melt. Fiona had been with them a good while now, and her confidence had swelled with every day that passed, but she still was the blushing mousey Fiona they'd known when it came to matters of the heart.
"Nobody deserves you both," Fiona mumbled. "Spoiled."
"Yeah, you are," Clover stroking Fiona's cheek with her hand and directing her gaze to the floating Camila. She'd used telekinetic force to split the waterfall into two and summoned shower streams from the two sheets of water passing her as she wished. An incredibly fine and powerful use of her Move she was doing with casual ease. "And we love doing it. Just want the best for you."
They watched a little longer as Clover tried to find the words she wanted to say. It just seemed impossible to start, though. How do you tell your Trainer you aren't good enough for them? Fiona wouldn't believe it, be upset by it, and the thought of hurting Fiona even that little bit terrified Clover. Her mouth dry, she was still trying to find a single word to start it when Fiona took the decision out of her hands.
"You're tense," Fiona said, tipping her head back to look up at Clover. "What's the matter, hun?"
It was like popping a bubble of tension; Clover blurted out her reply so quickly it all tangled up her mouth and came out as gibberish. Fiona shuffled her head back and fore, her wet hair stroking over Clover's chest, ticklish enough that Clover snorted out a few laughs. Fiona only stopped when Clover pressed at her sides and begged for mercy.
"I can't read minds like you two," Fiona said, "But I know when you're upset, which is almost never. So tell me, what's the matter? I want to spoil you both, too, you know? You don't make that easy."
"Just worried," Clover tried again, gently feeling out the shape of her argument. "About my Evolution, how long it's taken. How Camila is, more than enough for you. She can do everything, does do everything."
"You love your sister," Fiona kissed the tips of Clover's fingers, raising them to her mouth between each word. "You are not a jealous person Clover. You don't have to be her. You're beautiful, and you're always there for me."
"But you want two Gardevoir," Clover said, seeing Fiona try to hide her smile behind fingertip kisses. "Don't tell me you haven't thought about it."
"Of course I have, and it's going to be a great day when it happens." Fiona said, "But I'm your Trainer Clover. You don't do all the work. I'm here to help you. We'll work it out. Camila wasn't easy. She wanted to be everything for us, powerful enough to pluck the moon from the sky and give it to us both. We had to push really hard."
They'd never lost. They'd gone into some ridiculously tough battles, but every time Clover had held them long enough for Camila to bring her strength to bear. Now she could do it at will, as easy as breathing. She wasn't just beautiful. Her casually turning a waterfall into a power shower proved she was strong enough to win Tournaments and maybe even make a Legendary break a sweat.
"I just want you," Clover said, "Keep you safe, make you smile. But Camila can do that now. I'm just ... there."
"And I need you to be. You think I don't get scared?" Fiona said, turning in Clover's lap, laying her arms over her shoulders. She was taller now and more beautiful by the day, with smooth skin, golden hair, and a smile that brightened your day. Her chest was catching up to Camila's, and it pressed against Clover's chin. That light touch was all it took to make her feel fuzzy inside.
"I'm not a brave person, but with you there, I can be. I'm not a good Trainer."
Clover gasped, her eye narrowing as she went to object, but Fiona silenced her with a kiss. "I'm not. I have to rely on two incredibly powerful women who love me to bits to do anything, but I am so happy you are there for me. I really do need you both."
Another attempt to object, but Fiona was there with another kiss. It was ridiculous, Clover was the one with Draining Kiss, and her Trainer was taking her breath away so easily. It'd be embarrassing if Clover weren't so proud of her for coming so far. Getting Fiona to show her affection had been a long trial. She was so scared of refusal. Now Fiona was using it to make her point. If she were a Pokémon, she'd have evolved for sure, finding herself like that.
Clover wasn't going to give up, but it was still frustrating. What was she going to have to do to become a Gardevoir? She felt like she knew exactly who she was. Fiona's, her shield to Camila's sword. So why wasn't that enough?
"Still upset," Fiona said, "Clover, if you never evolved, I'd still love you to bits. You don't have to be perfect. That's Camila's thing, and she's good at it. You're different. You're ... what the heck is that?"
Clover was lost in Fiona's chest's comforting softness and heartfelt words. It took her a moment to spot that red blotch of color at the top of the waterfall, her eyes focusing on the tiny figure. A bright glimmer of something metal as they raised an arm and jumped, cutting down through the waterfall towards Camila.
"Camila, teleport!" Fiona yelled, but her voice wasn't strong enough to carry over the waterfall. "Oh no, Clover, can your Double Team reach her?"
Clover untangled herself from Fiona, her skin blurred, and a copy of herself separated from her body. Her copy ran towards the waterfall, dress tassels fluttering as she waved madly to get Camila's attention. Fiona saw Camila's red eye flick to look at her before she snapped into action, a pink dome of psychic energy bubbling up around her, the water splashing off it as she drifted out to get a better look.
The red figure hit Camila's shield, and there was a thump so loud it sent small waves rippling along the water. Fiona and Clover were splattered with a brief rain from the waterfall, which had exploded so violently it had been thrown into the sky, a rainbow glimmering as the sun shone through all those droplets. Camila's pink bubble was rippling in the center of the rainbow halo as a woman stood atop it and slashed away with long crescent blades that floated around her body and raced down her outstretched arms.
"Now that is someone who’s jealous!" Fiona yelled as she tried to keep up with Clover. Her long legs were slender things, more built for showing off than running. "Camila! Teleport!"
She still couldn't hear. Clover finally got a look at the sudden attacker as they ran closer. Baggy red pants over a tight-fitting black bodysuit that seemed almost fused to her dark skin, splattered with lighter chocolatey freckles. It went up all the way up her neck and covered her cheeks before cutting off in sharp straight lines. Her rusty red hair had been pulled back tight into a long ponytail, put out of the way for battle. A red scarf around her neck fluttered as she danced along the top of Camila's psychic shield. The blades circling her flowed up to her hand, fitting over the back of her hand to form a massive crescent claw that she slashed into the bubble, the points biting in and giving her some leverage to wrench on.
"Bisharp!" Fiona yelled as she looked at her Pokédex. Clover supported her limbs with a burst of telekinesis as she stumbled and nearly fell from reading while running. "Thanks! Damn, she must have seen Camila showing off and gotten angry."
Bisharp were pretty notorious for being almost as prideful as Dragons. Camila's display of power with the waterfall would have seemed like a challenge of dominance. She'd picked the wrong opponent for that kind of fight; Camila would take her apart.
The pink bubble rippled and then broke apart, Camila's chest thrust out as her horn burst out, and the rockface of the waterfall shook from the sudden welling up of psychic power. An outstretched hand sent a Psybeam crashing into the falling Bisharp, purple and pink energy washing over her crescent blades as she formed them up in a shield in front of her. A few pieces of the metal came off the backs of the blades and flowed over her body to make smooth pieces of armor as Camila kept up the assault, lashes of energy that flowed through the gaps in the blades blackening the shiny metal.
"Teleport! Teleport!" Fiona yelled over the thunderous roar of energy. "Don't fight her up close, Camila. Come on!"
Naked as she was, Camila's strength was still terrifying to behold. Her Psyblast was strong enough to lift the Bisharp up in the air all on its own, Camila flicking to look at Fiona briefly before she spread her arms and disappeared with a flicker. Teleport was so useful, but Clover had never been able to learn it, so she'd fallen naturally into the role of Fiona's guard. They'd teased her that she didn't want to leave her side once or twice, and maybe there was a little truth to that.
Camila flicked back her bob of green hair, water dripping off her naked body. "Sorry, I came as soon as I heard. What's the plan?"
The Bisharp fell now all she had to contend with was gravity, body twisting to throw a few blades out towards Camila. They whirled through the air, Clover putting up a wall of force to protect Fiona while Camila threw them aside with casual flicks of her hand, psychic energy ripping them out of the air. They slunk back to the Bisharp along the ground and melded together to form two long scythe blades that scraped over each other in a huge flurry of sparks.
The noise was horrible; it sunk into Clover's head and crushed every thought she could have with its sharp, spine-tingling menace. The lake pulsed under the sudden burst of sound like some giant hand had slapped it hard. The Bisharp bounced off the echo in mid-air, acrobatically flicking herself over the water and landing on the shore with one hand on the ground, legs splayed and metal racing around her body, churning off each other like some factory-sized machine running at full tilt.
"It's Metal Sound! Got to stop it!" Fiona yelled above the din. Her hands clapped over her ears. "Camila, keep those blades apart! Clover, try to Charm her."
Camila nodded and turned, eyes tight, as she stretched her hand out and grabbed it. Nothing happened except she gripped her head tighter and moaned. "Can't think," Camila gasped. "Clover help."
"On it," Clover said, her brain feeling like it was being squeezed by a vice. She sent an illusionary clone out toward the Bisharp to get them to stop their scraping blades, blowing her a kiss. She just walked right through it, her blade rending them apart effortlessly.
"You're hot but not that hot," The Bisharp laughed, the noise echoing through the horrible metal screeching. "You can't win."
"Moonblast, she's too dense for psychic to work," Fiona said, pressing herself against Camila's back and clasping her hand over her ears. Clover covered Fiona's ears, letting the Metal Sound ring through her head and make her vision swim. Gritting her teeth, she put up with it. She had to; Camila needed her hands.
A hand outstretched to the sky, a glowing ball of light began to shine. The Bisharp stepped up with a quick hop, metal scythes swirling to form long claws for her to rake at Camila's chest, dark energy flaring out of the cuts as the blades went back to screeching. Pokémon didn't strike for blood, but the intensity of pleasure and pain could disable just as well, and from how wide Camila's eyes were popped, she was reeling from both. The raw red lines over her beautiful skin curled with wisps of dark energy,
Camila's eyes popped open wide, and her long legs trembled as a long groan escaped her lips. "Too much," she whispered, face screwed up tight. Her emotions were lashing out. The feeling of determination mixed in with pleasure helped to deaden the Metal Sound but also showed how thin a thread Camila held onto. "Too intense. Crash down!"
Her Moonblast wasn't ready, but she gave it her all anyway, brilliant light coursing down over the Bisharp, whose metal raced to form armor again. The roar of the sound as all that power smashed down on them was as deafening as the Metal Sound, but they all clung to each other and endured it. A dark silhouette strode through the light, thick armor surrounding their body, melting and reforming as the Moonblast cracked the ground around them. With a casual flick of their wrist, the blades came out again towards Camila, and the arms wrapped around her. Fiona held her tight so she could try to stay on her feet.
Clover was between them without even thinking. The sharp bite of metal along her skin made her nerves flare. It wasn't as hard as it looked, the metal had a fluidity to it that let it pour over her skin, and the cut became this intense burst of sensation that suckled at the skin harder than any mouth could. It felt like it was pulling her apart at a fundamental level, ripping pleasure out of her body more roughly than even the wildest sex. A surprised scream tore from her throat as she was pulled forward, and the Bisharp pressed her claws to Clover's stomach.
Camila's voice was rough and harsh. Clover had never heard her so exhausted. "Not done, I'll beat you," Camila gasped as Fiona cradled her body. "Let me up."
"You can barely stand," the Bisharp smirked. Her cool, confident voice made Clover's heart skip a beat. Fighting a Gardevoir was no more a challenge than any other. "Cutting down people like you is just the best. You were so confident nothing could touch you."
Clover tried to summon up another illusion, hoping the Bisharp's claws would strike the wrong one, but she just dug them firmer into Clover's stomach. Their points prickled as they reached the underside of her breasts. Like teasing bites but relentlessly chewing away until Clover felt her legs begin to shake. She hated how hard she was, but the Bisharp was hot. Just like Camila, she had so much power and confidence in it. It was hard not to fall for her.
"I can take her," Fiona said, voice wavering. She'd never seen her Partners lose before; this was the first time she'd have to handle a Pokémon alone, and that little curl of fear was too much for Clover. There was no way she would let Fiona down, not this time.
Balling up a ball of telekinesis in her hands, she swung her fists out like clubs, trying to punch the Bisharp back off her. She might as well have been attempting to punch through solid steel; her blow just bounced off the Bisharp's chest. She didn't even blink, her tits were harder than Clover's blows, and she watched Clover tire herself out trying to punch through her.
"You've lost!" the Bisharp laughed, "Oh, this is just sad; do I really have to beat it into you?"
"Clover, you can't; she's got us," Fiona said, but Clover tightened her fists and renewed her assault. She could beat through the Bisharp's defense; she wouldn't give up.
It looked ridiculous, Clover beating herself to exhaustion against the Bisharp, her fists crackling with pink energy. She tried to throw her off, illusionary clones joining her in the attack so the Bisharp wouldn't know where the hits landed, but it didn't matter. Her defense was absolute and not even tickling her. With a roll of her eyes, she raised a hand and slashed it down, Clover dropping to one knee as her body exploded with the brain-melting ecstasy of a dark, empowered cut. It felt so good she could barely think, but she heard Fiona behind her, cheering for her even as she half-heartedly begged her to stop. Torn between support and concern.
For Fiona, she could take it. She'd force them to make a mistake.
A few strands of Green hair drifted down to the ground as she panted and wobbly got back up to her feet, her dress soaked with sweat as she raised her head to the Bisharp. "H-harder."
"Really?" The Bisharp laughed. "You're a second from cumming your brains out; you must really enjoy this."
The dark energy crawling over Clover's red welts seethed against her skin; it felt like they were wriggling deep inside her, stirring up emotions and making every touch feel like a tender kiss. Maddening, but she endured.
"Don't Clover," Fiona said. "She has Assurance; she can make it worse every time. You'll crack, just, we can take the loss. I don't mind."
Clover squeezed her hands into fists and looked back to Fiona, smiling at her as she cradled the exhausted Camila. "Not done," Clover said, "For you never."
The sparkle in Fiona's eyes and the blush on her cheeks was worth the hit that came. The Bisharp didn't hold back, slashing her right over skin already viciously sensitive from before. Assurance was a nasty move, making every bit of pleasure-laced pain intensify with every hit. She'd been brought to her knees the first time, and she'd have dropped if she hadn't felt her body coated in telekinetic energy. It held her up as her mind exploded in something even more white-hot and intense than a full-body orgasm. She found Camila's one red eye looking up at her, a faint smile on her lips.
Her sister was always there for them both, and she understood that Clover had to do this. Helping however she could.
"Bend," the Bisharp commanded. Another slash, it was like being cast into the sun, just indescribably intense. So much pleasure Clover couldn't even register it; her moans made her throat ache. "Kneel, kiss my feet, and I'll stop."
"M-more." Clover hissed, trying to assemble her telekinesis into claws. She couldn't beat her way through the Bisharp's defenses; maybe she could pierce a hole? It was hard, claws too finicky, with her mind soaked with pleasure. She settled for too long, inelegant blades. Crackling on her arms madly as the Bisharp raised her arm for another blow.
"Stubborn. Willful!" the Bisharp growled. "Kneel!"
Clover's muscles barely listened to her, her mind swimming with the flood of arousal Assurance was pouring out of her body. She felt her eyelids droop, her brain fog as she stiffened her arms. For Fiona and Camila both, she'd give her all. Everything felt unreal, her muscles so slack she felt like she'd been trying to swim against a storm's tide, but as the next blow came down, she forced them to move, powered through it all, and raised her arms to clash with the Bisharp's blade.
It wasn't enough.
She felt the Bisharp's blades slice through her telekinetic blades and throw the energy back at her, a jolt of pleasure-soaked pain as the Bisharp angrily pressed to cut clean through them, sparks fizzling in the air as she leaned in to stare into Clover's eyes. Maybe Clover was delirious from everything, but the Bisharp's freckles looked so fucking cute she couldn't help but lean in and kiss them. If she was going to be beaten by a monster, it was good it was such a pretty one.
The Bisharp's face twisted with rage, and she raised her arms to try to cut again. Clover went with her, keeping their blades locked as she pressed their bodies together. The Bisharp had a wicked set of curves bound up in her bodysuit, and Clover's breasts squeezed down on a chest that looked fit to explode out. Clover's cock was hard as a rock from all the Assurance cuts, aching for some real action, and it was a lance she could poke the Bisharp with and make her squirm back.
"Fuck off, you're not beating me!" the Bisharp growled. "I beat a Gardevoir; you're just a Kirlia. This is already over!"
"I'm not a Kirlia," Clover grinned as she felt her Trainer press a hand to her back and her lips to Clover's neck. "I'm Fiona's Kirlia."
"Told you I need you," Fiona whispered in Clover's ear. "Crush her for me."
It was everything Clover wanted to hear. Pride swelled in her chest as she pushed forward, trying to topple the Bisharp onto her back. They fought back, wrenching their blades back and fore as the Bisharp tried to free herself. She was stronger than Clover, but she'd lost her confidence, and seeing her panic set in just made Clover's heart grow, the red horn in her chest shining as she found a well of strength and lifted the Bisharp off their feet with her blades.
"Impossible!" the Bisharp snarled, "You're just Kirlia! You can't win!"
She threw her weight to try to break free, but Clover felt just too fucking strong right now to accept something like that. She raised her arms high and brought them down, slamming the Bisharp' into the ground with a satisfying crunch. One foot pressed onto the Bisharp's stomach, pinning her to the ground as she lowered her blade to the Bisharp's bodysuit, pressed and felt the metal it was made of part under the sharp point.
The Bisharp wailed like a spoiled child as she felt her victory bleed away, and it was music to Clover's ears. The utter dominance of being on top, breaking someone who'd dared to try to take her Fiona? This was what she was, her loyal guard, and she wouldn't ever, ever break.
The light was blinding as Clover's body began to glow; the Bisharp's wails were cut short as she stared up in shock. "You got to be kidding me."
"Apologise," Clover pressed down with her foot; it felt strange like she was stretching a new muscle. The Bisharp when to cut her, but Clover met her blows with ease, blades dancing to fight her off with loud clatters of metal on telekinetic energy. It was easy; she even had time between parries to add more cuts to the Bisharp's suit.
"Never, Bisharp are the greatest!" the Bisharp barked. "Everyone praises Gardevoir when we're the real best!"
"I'm not a Gardevoir," Clover grinned as she cut open the Bisharp's bodysuit. Her chest really did explode out after being squeezed in there, "Fiona! Look, she's going to let you play with these.
Fiona wasn't looking at her; she was looking at Clover. Staring, fists over her mouth, she bounced on her heels excitedly.
"You're not a Gardevoir!" Fiona squeaked, "Clover look at yourself!"
Clover looked down, she certainly didn't have that famous Gardevoir bust, but that just meant she could see past what was different. Her stomach was tighter, a lot tighter. A tight six-pack was chiseled onto her stomach, the light shadows cast by the sun giving them some incredible definition. Her skirt had completely changed. It'd wound out and down around her far longer legs to form a tight pair of pants with frilled bellbottoms showing off her now beautiful calves. They were tight around the waist, bulged out around a staggeringly thick pair of hips, and she felt stuffed into them, desperately wanting to adjust them as she felt all bunched up in the front too.
Not the ethereal beauty of a Gardevoir at all. She looked built to break ladies' hearts and then their hips.
"I'm a Gallade," Clover said, watching Fiona's eyes flick along her new body. She could practically hear the gears in Fiona's head creaking as she tried to come up with something to say and instead ended up lost focusing on her now stomach. Licking her lips.
"I'm still here!" the Bisharp growled and then shied back as Clover stared down at her. Also, getting lost, staring at her stomach. "Oh fuck, you could sharpen steel on those."
"Camila, you want me to? Oh really, you too!?" Clover groaned as she saw Camila had her eye locked on Clover's stomach, chewing her bottom lip hungrily. Clover looked back to her stomach and ran her fingers over her abs. They were firm but with just the hint of squishy softness that stopped them from being uncomfortable to finger. It felt nice; flexing her stomach gave her a feeling of unreal power, and she had a mind to put it to use.
She hoisted the Bisharp up to her feet and grabbed her neck, physically bending her into an apologetic bow to Fiona and Camila, her loose breasts bouncing and knocking against her chin. "Say you're sorry."
The Bisharp mumbled something, her metal blades trying to return to her and getting spiked into the ground with a sweep of Clover's arm blades and a colorful flash of light. They had chunks bit out of them, and the Bisharp gasped as the metal quivered in the ground. Clover tightened her grip and leaned to whisper into her ear.
"Say it, or you'll lose much more than your top."
"Sorry! Sorry ma'am. Sorry, Gardevoir."
Camila snorted and hooked a hand under their chin, squeezing their cheeks. "Come prove it; I think Fiona wants Clover to herself."
Tugging the Bisharp out of her grip, Camila led them away by literally floating them after her, her telekinesis dragging them off towards the waterfall pool.
Clover looked sheepishly at Fiona. "Sorry, not the Gardevoir you were expecting."
She was pounced immediately, Fiona leaping on her and clinging tight. It was easy to Fiona's weight, kicking her feet up off the ground. Clover was taller than Fiona again and strong enough that the woman felt like she weighed less than a soap bubble.
"This is such a nice surprise. You are spoiling me!" Fiona squeaked, "Oh gosh, you're so firm up close. Your arms!"
She was squeezing along them; Clover flexed them for Fiona, and the taut muscle pressing out the Trainer's hands made her swoon. Clover dropped her Trainer to her feet.
"Not the firmest part," Clover smirked. "Go lower."
Fiona's fingers were already creeping down her sides, and she let them trail in on her abs, running her fingertips along the sharply defined lines. She was mouthing praise as she did it; Clover didn't need to try to read her mind to know this absolutely took Fiona in ways she'd never expected. "You're incredible. How do you feel?"
"Strong," Clover said, "Bunched up. Really fucking horny."
"I didn't know I wanted this until I saw it," Fiona mumbled, completely taken by the abs at hand. "Ah, I can't breathe!"
"Found the firmest part yet?" Clover teased.
"Yeah," Fiona used both hands to feel Clover's stomach and then got her tongue in, licking along the ridges. "Yeaaaah."
"Not quite; go lower."
"Mmm?"
Fiona's brain was melting, her cheeks a heated blush so close to such a firm stomach. Clover just put a hand on her head and pushed her down, moving along the tour of her new body. Fiona mewled unhappily but quickly changed her tone as her hand explored Clover's new hips.
"Legendary butt." Fiona eventually mumbled after an awful lot of groping; it's so firm and so much. Aaaa, your pants are so tight. I love this."
"That's not why they're tight." Clover grinned, "But you're almost there."
Fiona stroked Clover's ass, trying to press her hands in. It resisted her, plush enough that Fiona could grab on, but then it was all raw muscled power in those hips. She gave them a roll, Fiona trembling with excitement as she had her face rubbed all over Clover's lap. Then her cheeks hit something hard, and her eyes shot open with shock.
"Oh. Oh! Oh, holy shit."
"Mhmm," Clover nodded, "You found it."
"Holy shit. Holy shit."
She was hyperventilating, chest panting as she gently traced her cheek over Clover's cock. Her fingers felt so light, tracing around the edges of Clover's dick. Fiona wasn't even thinking anymore; her mouth was on autopilot as she pressed little kisses along the outline of Clover's shaft. It felt like a dream of having Fiona all over her like this, and a dream Clover wasn't going to waste.
"Good?" Clover asked as she got her thumbs inside the hem of her pants.
"It's so good," Fiona purred. "You're so fit and just, a heaping of everything. This suits you."
"It does?"
"Of course! It's exactly what I'd expect from you. You're so strong and powerful." Fiona nuzzled against Clover's cock and then looked up at her.
"My fearless guardian."
Looking into those beautiful eyes, Clover knew only one thing. These pants needed to come off right now. It was a tight squeeze, they really were almost painted on, and the temptation to just cut them off was there. Probably best not; while Pokémon made clothes did come back in time, walking around naked all day would only cause trouble.
Fuck if she didn't want to cause some trouble right now.
The fabric peeled back to reveal her cock, already hard and thankful for the space to stretch. Clover whistled; this beast was going to take some getting used to. Fiona couldn't wait anymore either and dragged Clover's pants off her, grabbing the gap and just yanking them down in fits. She was so focused on the task she only had a moment to look up and gasp at the descending shadow before Clover slapped her cock right atop Fiona's face with a meaty slap.
"Ow," Fiona mumbled, but she quickly licked it, moaning as she mashed her face into Clover's crotch. She was too turned on to think about anything else, letting the cock sit on her face as she worked it over with her tongue. Her cock looked really good where it was, long enough to cover Fiona from chin to the tips of her blonde hair with some cock to spare and thick enough Clover could catch glimpses of Fiona's eyes as she worked the bottom of her shaft. It felt like nothing less than divine, and the feeling of power was exhilarating.
"I'm going to fuck you until you pass out," Clover said, giving Fiona's head a rub.
"That sounds amazing," Fiona panted, "But can I try something first?"
Clover shrugged and let Fiona go; she scooted back and grabbed Clover's cock by the base and licked all the way up the shaft, making sure to get every inch of it wet. Fiona stopped when she finally finished the task, staring down the length of its chest rising and falling as she worked herself up for what was to come. It was big enough that she could barely fit it in her mouth, but she tried, oh, she tried. Lips stretching obscenely wide around the fat head when it breached past Fiona' 's lips and hit the warmth inside her mouth, they both moaned.
"Mmmmmmmf!"
Bless her, Fiona was trying to talk, but there was no room for air in her throat as it was crammed wall to wall with cock. Her eyes watered, but she didn't stop bobbing her head, eyes plaintively staring up at Clover. She could feel Fiona's thoughts, that need for more, and she was more than happy to oblige. Clover took hold of a handful of Fiona's hair, stroking the green tips between her fingers before tightening her grip and thrusting. She took it slow as Fiona drooled all over her cock not wanting to completely ravage her Trainer's throat.
Fiona gagged hard as Clover sunk deeper, and the Gallade tried to pull out, but Fiona didn't have it. Hands gripped firmly on Clover's ass, she pushed down harder, forcing herself to overcome the obstacle and letting Fiona fuck her face until she got a gentle rhythm going. Clover fucked her face slowly, enjoying the heat and pressure of Fiona's throat as she sucked her cock, enjoying how completely overwhelmed Fiona was by it.
Finally, something she could outclass Camila in.
"I heard you think that," Camila said as she drifted out of the sky and landed beside Fiona. "Oh! Oh, well, maybe you can have this one. That really is something."
Clover grinned at her and brushed back her lick of green hair. She was breathing hard, Fiona might be out of her depth, but she always had been since they'd bonded with her. She was doing her best, and her best was still really fucking good.
"The Bisharp snuck off with her tits flapping about. Sorry, I'm really not very effective against her."
"I'll pick up the slack; you've carried the team long enough."
Camila smiled at that and paced around Clover and Fiona, getting a good look at her. "You look gorgeous, but I think she'd look better on her back."
Flexing her fingers, Camila's telekinesis gripped Fiona and drew her off Clover's cock, floating her up into the air as she panted for breath.
"Wait, wait!" Fiona yelped, "I'm not done!"
She was left floating in the air on her back, Clover and Camila just dove in on her, tugging her clothes off in a frenzy. Clover was desperate for her, and Camila was undoubtedly reading every horny thought that crossed her mind. Fiona couldn't help but get swept up in the rush, moaning as her clothes were tugged away.
"No bed?" she said after the last scrap of fabric had been thrown away.
Camila came round to her head and sat down, floating her down until her head was nestled atop the Gardevoir's chest. "Are your pillows acceptable?"
"You spoil me."
"I'm spoiling Clover," Camila smiled. "You're just benefiting from it."
Fiona didn't complain, being cradled by Camila's soft body while her head was sandwiched between her perfect tits. It would be hard to get her attention back, but luckily Clover had some tools to do that now. Grabbing Fiona's legs and holding onto them as she rolled her hips and slapped her cock down on Fiona's stomach. Her Trainer squealed, squirming against Camila's chest as Clover teased her length along Fiona's belly.
"You ready for this?" Clover growled.
"Absolutely not!" Fiona yelped, "Hurry up and give it to me!"
Clover smirked and sank her hips down. She was huge now, thick enough that the thick cock head filled Fiona's entrance without even trying. Clover pushed harder, groaning as she felt Fiona stretch to accommodate her. Clover wasn't sure she'd ever felt something this tight before. It felt impossible.
"She can take it," Camila said, "Physically, anyway. I'll try to stop her mind from cracking like an egg."
"Jealous?" Clover said as she rolled her hips and made Fiona whine so loud she could have shattered glass.
Camila stroked Fiona's cheeks, calming her mind and settling her down before she writhed out of her telekinetic grip. "A little, but I do relish the challenge of keeping up now. Our beautiful Trainer is in for some hard weeks of work ahead."
Clover laughed, sawing her cock back and forth to try to finally get it past the resistance Fiona was putting up. She knew Fiona could take it, but damn if it didn't feel impossible.
"Use your new muscles," Camila admonished. "I'm enjoying looking at them; Fiona will enjoy it more if you put them to work."
Clover focused; she'd wielded her swords effortlessly against the Bisharp. Could it work here?
A grip on Fiona's sides to help guided her cock, she poured a few drips of her newfound skills into her strong. She watched as Fiona slowly came undone from the mounting pressure. When the head slipped in with a wet pop and the rest of her cock slowly rolled Fiona apart around its dizzying length Fiona wailed out in pleasure.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck, oh fuck!" Fiona eloquently screamed.
Fiona's legs kicked against the firm grip of Clover's arms, her toes curled as Clover tried to bottom out. The blissful tightness of her pussy was almost too much to handle, Clover needed to move, or she was going to explode right there from Fiona's squeezing walls.
"Now you're doing it," Camila said, her psychic abilities already starting to waver under the strain of holding Fiona fast. "Hammer her. I want to feel her mind turn into happy mush."
Clover was happy to oblige; she began to rock her hips, watching as Fiona's mouth flopped open as she let out a long, drawn-out moan straight into Camila's gorgeous breasts. It felt so good, the way Fiona squeezed and twitched around her cock, the way her body quivered when Clover shifted her hips and pressed deeper inside her. She looked so hot, moaning with abandon as Clover took her, thrusting faster and harder as Fiona's thoughts became a puffy pink feeling mist. Camila was clearly getting a better reading as she blushed almost as brightly as Fiona. Her hands cupped Fiona's face, drawing her gaze up to meet her own.
"You're being so good, Fiona, sweetheart," Camila murmured. "So good for Clover, taking all that cock. With her powerful muscles and long, thick, girthy-"
Clover shook her head in disbelief as Camila couldn't stop listing ways her cock was amazing. Camila had gotten lost reading Fiona's mind, and now Clover got to enjoy fucking two people's brains out. She gave Fiona a squeeze, pushing herself deep enough. Clover's cock hit parts of Fiona that recoiled in shock, clearly not used to ever being touched. Fiona moaned at the pressure, her eyes rolling back as she went limp in Clover's arms, just enjoying the pounding of her body. Fiona was no wet fish in bed, but this was too much for the poor woman, neither her mind nor her body was ready for it. But Clover was ready and determined to give Fiona the best experience of her life.
"Fuck," Camila mumbled, "She's close. I can barely hold her in place. I think I'm going to crack with her."
"Hold on," Clover grunted, "I'm almost there too."
Camila was trembling, her eyes locked on Clover's as she thrust into Fiona just a little bit harder each time. She didn't dare really throw her muscles into each thrust, but the escalation was hitting all the right buttons, and Fiona was coming absolutely undone. Clover wanted to ride this feeling forever, the feel of Fiona's insides sliding around her cock. It felt like the world was tipping over as she pushed Fiona to the brink of sanity.
Fiona couldn't take a fucking like this. She came hard, and she pulled Camila into the orgasm along with her. The ecstatic moan of a Gardevoir and her Trainer mingled together was a potent mix, and Clover felt everything tense.
A rush of energy left her body, flowing down her and filling up Fiona's as she came hard and messily inside her.
Camila had lost control, and their thoughts were all getting pulled together. Clover was seeing stars and feeling every electric twitch through their bodies. It was so intense, Fiona's mind was such a bright glow around her, an explosion of thought and emotion that was almost too much to bear, and Camila and Clover burned before being swallowed up.
When you couldn't work out who you even were anymore but were still cumming your brains out, then it got really, really messy.
Luckily there was a waterfall right there to clean them off.
It got a few more uses before they moved on, all while a Bisharp watched from the tall grass. Seething with anger and a strange kind of horniness, she wasn't going to examine too closely. She'd been beaten, humiliated, and she wanted more of it.
A chance to beat the Gallade, that is. Not more of the humiliation. Definitely, a chance to beat her.
Definitely that.
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Even Camila had wrapped up a puffy white coat for the Crown Tundra, but it seemed someone hadn't got the message. That pesky Bisharp had followed them here and was again screaming a challenge at them. Over the whirling air of the blizzard, they could barely hear her.
"Aren't you cold?" Camila called out, her Disarming Voice silencing the storm briefly and making the Bisharp take a moment to think about her situation. She shivered on the spot before raising a metal claw.
"My nipples are freezing, but revenge burns in my heart!"
Fiona giggled and hugged into the warmth of Clover. "She's such an idiot."
Clover sighed. "She is. I should go beat her before she becomes an ice cube."
"You think she'll let me bind her this time?" Fiona said, fingering a binding ball, they'd set aside for her.
Camila laughed and pulled Fiona over to her, fingers teasing at her Trainer's thick coat. "I think she'd let Clover bind her. You're second fiddle, I'm afraid. Come on, I'll build us an igloo, and then I can practice my telekinesis."
"Oh," Fiona said, shoulders slumped. "I mean, I love to train, but this fight is going to be good."
"I think you misunderstood," Camila said, flexing a finger. Fiona's trembled and squeezed her legs together, clutching a hand over her crotch. "I'm going to practice my fine telekinesis. Very, very fine."
"You're going to break me." Fiona mewled and then gasped again, dropping onto Camila's side and squirming as she rubbed her thighs together. "Fuck. Take me. Good luck, Clover! Cut her butt up!"
"The only butt being split today will be yours, Clover!" the Bisharp said, swirling her blades around her body. "Prepare to be bent!"
"Could you even take a pounding from me?" Clover sniffed. "I think your steel would shatter."
"Um... um..." the Bisharp's thoughts faltered as she padded her fingers together. "Hehehe. I mean, yes! I can take anything you can give me. Absolutely anything!"
She sounded eager; maybe Clover should put that to the test. It might get her to calm down. Then again, she was fighting naked in a blizzard. If that wasn't enough to get her to chill, maybe she was a lost cause.
Clover cracked her knuckles and grinned. "Well, don't go down so quickly this time. Though you would look good on your knees. I'd love to puff those cheeks of yours out."
The Bisharp spluttered as she called her blades back, fanning them out behind her like wings. "I'll uh, I'll, I'll beat you this time, Clover! Or however much time it takes!"
Clover was happy for the practice, raising her telekinetic blade with a smile. "As long as Fiona's there, I won't be beaten. Come on, it's freezing out here. You'll be a delightful warm-up."
They rushed each other, blades clashing, and it felt so right.
Clover was finally exactly what she needed to be.
Comments
Kenneth Welever
Keeping the story in mind while building up the smut. My hero. It would hurt so much to lose out on all the fun and potential this story is having by moving too fast.
Premier
I have an idea for the next but it’ll be a while. Grow too fast and you lose track of all the relationships.
Captain2003Rex
Btw do you already have an idea of how Brandy’s team is going to fill out or evolve from here, or are you still figuring that out?
Captain2003Rex
Hawt 𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑛 I think I want Brandy to get a Gallade now lol
