298 – Just Have To Take It (18 )
Pinned in place and ready to be used as a set of highly fuckable holes by three gorgeous bunny girls. This wasn't even the stuff of dreams; Brandy had never had dreams this decadently pornographic. This whole situation was a gift from Arceus herself and the insane thing, the truly insane thing?
It wasn't even the highlight of Brandy's week.
Brandy was on her knees, sucking Maple Haze's rather weighty invisible dick and making the stunning blonde's toes curl with every stroke of her lips, and what was running through her mind?
Sparky's well-deserved evolution, Morgan finally admitting she loved Brandy, and Calcine showing what she'd one day beco.
Not to undersell how good it all felt. Brandy had been made the centerpiece al of the night, and there was no sha from anyone about getting a taste of it. Mouths pressed to skin and licked and sucked on every bit of exposed flesh they could get at. Hands explored every inch they could reach, and fingers slid into Brandy's ass and pussy and just held there, stroking and teasing until she was trembling. All while she was being coaxed to suck on by her fourth girlfriend's newely acquired cock with more and more furiously, sloppy attention.
Even in a mont that should have lted Brandy into a thoughtless puddle, she couldn't help but think about her partners. The bonds she'd ford with them felt so thick in the air Brandy was sure she could reach out and snatch them all up in her hands and hold them to her chest. Morgan had left the club, but Harper had followed, and wherever she ended up, Brandy had to hope sothing could travel along the bond to soothe her. She'd have given up this mont to chase Morgan if she hadn't been absolutely sure that the Murkrow needed a quiet mont to herself and trusted the Swanna to be a comforting wing.
After the night was over, there was a discussion to be had there. Despite how much this mont was a victory lap, it was a reminder that the work on her relationships never had a true end. Sparky deserved a lot more than she'd got so far tonight. Calcine was stepping back to let others get their due, which couldn't continue forever either. Morgan was still a complicated puzzle of a person Brandy had only been allowed to see one shining facet of, with many left buried.
There was still so much to be done, but that didn't an Brandy couldn't enjoy all the progress they'd made. Brandy was so fiercely proud of them all.
A hand stroked Brandy's cheek, and she blinked to see Maple smiling down at her.
"I can tell when you're thinking deep," Maple gasped, dragging her hips back and forth and letting her cock slide along Brandy's lips. "I'm dragging you back up to reality, Brandy. Look at the ss you've made of ."
It was hard not to look, with the translucent cock stretched out in front of Brandy's detail-hungry eyes. It'd gotten slick with her saliva now; the throat fucking she'd endured had revealed it in all its glory. The smooth ridges that ran along it in waves made it almost graceful as dicks went, and that suited Maple so well. If she had been a Pokémon, her cock wouldn't have been so pussy slaying monster like rcury's; it would have been an exquisitely designed tool ant for fucking a woman's brains out with skill and slow, sensuous thrusts.
It all but confird to Brandy that Dinah had so hand in making these things. She'd fitted all three perfectly to their wielders, and creating things was part of her Move Set. The Mimikyu had struggled to excel in their fight, but Brandy had to respect how versatile she could be with all her Moves. A more confident Wren, with so experience pushing her team to work together, would make a team that Brandy wasn't so optimistic about beating a second ti. Wren's team believed she could be great, and Brandy believed it too; all the pieces were there for sothing extraordinary.
"You are just lost in thought today, aren't you," Maple murmured, leaning down and kissing Brandy softly on the forehead. Brandy couldn't kiss back, so she rolled her tongue over the underside of Maple's cock instead, and the heat in Maple's eyes, her licking drew out, was a dangerous delight. "I know you can't say anything right now, Brandy, but that's because we wanted you to listen. I thought I'd have been enough to get your full attention."
Brandy blushed. She'd been called out for not paying attention while sucking a girl's dick. There was no good defense for that.
"Foolish to think I could handle a Joyce on my own," Maple said, her hands moving to her breasts. They'd been bouncing enticingly inside that bunny suit for ages, and a few simple squeezes had Brandy aching to get her mouth on them. "Ladies, I need your help."
"All right!" Holly squeaked a clap of flesh from behind Brandy as soone got their butt smacked. "Saffira, Wren, I want you to touch tips inside her. We all want to see this Trainer scream, right?"
The crowd agreed with their usual furious cheering, and Brandy could hear Sparky and Calcine lend their voices to the roar. That sent a thrill up her spine. There were so many eyes watching her and wanting to see her taken apart that she knew intimately.
"Finally! We get to show her what we're made of," Saffira said, her hands slipping around Brandy's hips, and then her butt was being lifted into the air with effortless ease. Brandy was anchored onto Maple's cock and leaning forward, and it didn't matter even one little bit against Saffira's strength. The Rock Ace wanted to move her, and so Brandy was moved; what chance did flesh have against the wishes of a mountain?
"Don't look so proud big dick, I'll make her co first," Wren said, her tone viciously smug. It made Brandy's heart race and her thighs quiver with anticipation. She'd put that confidence in Wren, and she was clearly eager to show that the lesson had stuck.
"Doubtful," Saffira purred, and Brandy nearly choked on Maple's cock as Saffira pressed forward and filled her in a single stroke. Saffira's cock was nice and soft, so stretching Brandy's ass out wasn't as painful as it could have been, but it was still a lot. Nothing about Saffira was subtle, and she might seem soft, but beneath that softness was a dense, muscley core. Her dildo was no different; it wasn't built for skilled lovemaking like Maples. It was built to absolutely pound a lady's brains out.
The girth of it ant Brandy felt every eyewatering inch, and there were a lot of inches. It overwheld the senses; it felt like more was stuffed into Brandy than should have ever been possible. Saffira filled her up to bursting, and it was a good thing Saffira had such a firm grip on her, or Brandy would have flopped off Maple's dick and onto the stage like a useless Magikarp. If there was an off button concealed sowhere in Brandy's butt, it'd only taken Saffira one stroke to smash it so hard the lights in Brandy's head were flickering.
"Be quick, Wren," Saffira said, stirring her hips in a way that made stars flash before Brandy's eyes. "She's already quivering."
"So are you," Wren snorted. "I can see your legs trembling. Are you enjoying yourself too much, Saffira?"
"My girls have sweated to keep going for many a night," Saffira said as she clapped Brandy's ass with her hips. "I know they've achieved the impossible for , and just this once, I'm going to do it for them."
Fuck. What a promise! Saffira was putting her back into it, too. She was so gracelessly rough that it was almost a talent of its own, but it felt amazing. Every thrust made Brandy's body shake like jelly, and her muscles scread to keep her upright. Brandy still believed she could win this battle of wills, but Saffira had ensured it wouldn't be by fucking them back. Brandy simply had to survive.
"Brandy is impossible, agreed there," Wren laughed, and Brandy would have smiled with her if her lips weren't occupied with being stretched wide by Maple's cock. "Dinah, let's show her she's not the only one."
Lying under her as she was, Wren quickly beca Brandy's mattress, and the plush Trainer was perfect for the job. The soft squish of her body made enduring everything so much easier than if it'd been the hard stage floor. Warm, soft, and inviting, Wren's body was an alluring trap to fall into.
The black ooze that made up Dinah was half spread over Wren's body, slowly consuming her Bunny costu and making half of her a pitch-black shadow, with a few writhing tentacles wiggling over the smooth, shadowy skin. A terrifying eldritch bunny girl deserved a terrifying eldritch cock, and Wren did not disappoint. The purple dildo had not been anything special, but that was because it had always just been a base over which Dinah could flow. What took Brandy's pussy was a hungry monstrosity of a dick, a coating of living ooze that Dinah could twist into whatever shape she pleased. It was a cock that could thrust deep, swell out and, to Brandy's horrified delight, turn into a fat-slathering tongue that could lick her to her very core.
Maple's dick was perfectly fitting, while Saffira's was a delightful stuffing of too much. Wren's was just a ravenous beast, and Brandy's pussy was a al it'd been waiting for. It spread into every part of her, dug deeper than any cock ever could as it squeezed into tight spaces, and did it all with an all-consuming vigor that was impossible to resist. Brandy's heart fluttered madly as Dinah and Wren had their way of her together, the two of them so utterly intertwined they'd beco one. It was so darkly intimate, so utterly Ghost-like that all Brandy could do was hold on and appreciate the sheer madness of her pussy getting taken apart by a swarm of liquid tentacles barely pretending to even be a cock.
It had to be the most singularly overwhelming thing of the night.
"Now honored Pokémon of the crowd," Holly said, a distant thing to Brandy's ears. "I'm trying to learn an important lesson tonight. Physical needs are only one part of fucking your humans real good. If you want to satisfy a lady fully, you gotta also attend to her emotional needs. So while our bunnies fuck Brandy's brains out-"
A tail booped Brandy in the side of the cheek, and the wet ball at the end of it was a brief soothing balm to the hot, sweaty pounding she was getting. It cleared her ears just enough to hear the next part with crystal, spine-chilling clarity.
"It's ti for the praising of the Joyce."
Brandy had been so wrong. Most singularly overwhelming thing of the night so far. It could always get worse.
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