I Want To Lay the Very Best! 395 – Descale, Dress, Destroy

Brandy had hoped being suspicious of Rhona would help her be more focused, but it turned out that making yourself pay attention to soone you were hopelessly attracted to did not help at all to cool off the nerves. Especially not when Rhona, mid-conversation with Dani, hooked her thumbs into the belt loops of her low-slung jeans and gave them a little tug upward to adjust the fit. The stretch pulled her tank top higher, just enough to reveal the line of her abs, tattooed and toned, and Brandy's Compound Eyes betrayed her by drinking in the detail. Her mind hastily sketching out how the tattoo must look, curled down her thigh and around her hips, which ant Brandy had to ntally undress her.

Imagining what soone looked like naked did not help with the focus at all. Clearly Rhona had to have so kind of inherited ability that was making Brandy criminally horny for her. That was the only explanation for this. It had to be sothing supernatural, maybe a pheromone or cursed body mod — whatever it was, Brandy was one wrong breath away from climbing her like a ladder.

"I could cook an egg on you," Sparky said as she hugged Brandy's back. "You are roasting."

"You're not helping," Brandy muttered.

"I'm not trying to," Sparky bead. She slid her hands around Brandy's waist, settling in to be a fluffy backpack. "I just want to see you between those thighs."

Brandy groaned, but didn't make her move. Sparky was a comfy hug, and it did help to have so plush Galvantula boobs to lean back on. Maybe Brandy couldn't clear her head, but she could at least reroute so of her brain cells to thirsting over soone who actually belonged to her. She tilted her head until it rested against Sparky's, letting the bug-type's crackling warmth sink into her body. Sparky always humd with energy, and it buzzed up through Brandy's spine as those frisky hands played with the waistband of her pants.

Brandy sighed and let her eyes flutter shut for a second, just long enough to feel Sparky's breath on her neck and the gentle drag of her fingernails across her stomach. If she leaned back just a bit more, she could imagine Rhona wasn't in the room. That it was just her and Sparky, rubbing together to make enough static to power half the city.

The snip of fabric scissors brought Brandy back to reality, and with her thoughts briefly taken off Rhona's hips, Brandy's Compound Eyes finally picked up on a lot of other details. Rhona had clearly made the dress right here in their room and brought half a workshop with her in case it needed adjusting. There was even a mannequin, set up to Dani's height with faint pinholes still visible where a bodice had been shaped. A curtain closed off one corner of the room, and Rhona had taken Dani just to the side of it, guiding her arms to be raised up and out, so Rhona could asure the seam. From her big, goofy smile, it was clear that Dani was enjoying being handled like that. Especially when Rhona stepped back, gave her a deliberate once-over, then flicked her fingers in a casual circle. "Strip, cupcake. Let's see what I'm working with."

Dani blinked, then let out a tiny breathless laugh, going red to the tips of her ears, which matched nicely with her hair. She was wearing one of Sparky's old t-shirts from back when she was Joltik-sized, stretched a little at the chest, and drooping at the waist. Dani had so lovely curves, but Sparky had always been a hard act to follow, and the shirt wasn't doing her any favors. Rhona's eye twitched at the sight of it.

"You're dressing her in this?" Rhona teased Brandy, tugging at the hem of the dress with two fingers to show how much space there was. "Discount bug-wear?"

Dani gasped. "Hey! It's comfy!"

"It's got holes in it," Rhona said flatly. "She did not take care of this."

Sparky didn't waste a chance to make things worse. "Brandy chewed on so much. She's an insatiable beast."

"That's not ... I an, I didn't..." Brandy floundered, then sighed. "Okay, I did chew a lot. But only because you asked for it."

"Repeatedly," Sparky agreed brightly. "You're very responsive to feedback."

"Well, even if you could take better care of the clothes, I do like a responsive lady," Rhona said, brushing her fingers down Dani's side with the pretense of checking her posture. The touch was barely there, a gentle glide over skin, a trace of her nail at the hip, but it got the noise Rhona wanted. A tiny, high-pitched squeak that burst out of Dani before she could clamp a hand over her mouth.

"Cupcake makes lovely noises," Rhona purred, "Just need the clothes to match the woman in them. Quick now, the faster you get out of those rags, the sooner we can see you in sothing worth squeaking over."

Dani made a noise like a tea kettle and quickly tried to strip her t-shirt off, caught it on one elbow, then flailed about in a tangle of sleeves. Brandy stepped in to help, but Rhona held up a hand.

"I can handle this," Rhona said, her voice low and smooth. She stepped in close and gently guided Dani's flailing arms down, her fingers brushing over the bare skin on her shoulders. "Let's get you out of this disaster."

Dani let out a bubbly "Yes ma'am", flustered but eager to be obedient. Rhona slipped her fingers under the hem of the oversized shirt and slowly peeled it upward. She was having fun with it, letting her hands slide up Dani's sides as she unwrapped her.

"You've got a plush little body, huh?" Rhona murmured, letting the shirt ride high enough to expose the soft swell of Dani's belly. "No wonder Brandy wanted you. And these-" She paused to gently hook the shirt around Dani's pigtails, taking her ti pulling the fabric past them without tugging. "These lovely pigtails? Criminally cute."

Dani made a tiny, breathless sound, half hiding behind her hands as the shirt finally ca free, and Rhona casually tossed it to the side.

"Much better," Rhona said, gaze sweeping down Dani's body, an artist admiring her canvas, "Now let's fix the rest."

She knelt, fingers brushing Dani's hips, then hooked into the waistband of the shorts and began easing them down. Her knuckles skimd Dani's fat thighs, running grooves as the fabric slid free. Dani's cock was resting soft against her thighs, and Rhona let out a quiet hum of appreciation at the sight of.

"Well now," she murmured, "I'd been told Magikarp were all little things, but that looks like it'd be a good fit for any lady."

Dani made a noise sowhere between a gasp and a hiccup and tried to disappear into her own hands.

Brandy dragged Sparky over to Dani and reached out to gently tug Dani's hands away from her face.

"Hey," she said, looking into the Magikarp's wobbly eyes, "No hiding, I'm right here with you."

"Brandy," Rhona huffed, "You're getting in the way."

Usually, Brandy would be polite, but Rhona was scheming sothing up tonight beyond just putting on a dress and so sex, so she let her bug run wild.

"Tough," Brandy said, stepping in closer and brushing a hand through Dani's hair. "You're here to admire and dress her up, I'm the one who loves her. And I'm going to be the first lady lucky enough to ride that pretty cock, so you can work around ."

"Or Rhona can work sothing into you," Sparky offered helpfully. "You behave a lot better when we do that."

Rhona clicked her tongue. "I am trying to be professional. You lot are making that very difficult."

"We're just enthusiastic," Sparky said, utterly unrepentant. "You're making a Dani maid, us being feral for it is just natural."

Dani made a muffled squeal and tried to bury her face in Brandy's shoulder, though the shy little smile curling on her lips gave her away. "You're all so embarrassing," she mumbled.

Brandy pulled her close and gave her a squeeze. "You learn to love it."

"I already do," Dani admitted, peeking up at Brandy. "But I'm not sure I can handle it."

"Well, I'm your trainer," Brandy said, leaning in to kiss her cheek. "I'll make sure you're ready for anything, and I know you'll do great."

"And if you're nervous," Sparky added over Brandy's shoulder. "Don't be, Brandy cums at the drop of a hat."

Dani snorted at that and stood on tiptoes to give Brandy's chin a kiss. "I'm still very nervous. But knowing that does make a little bit less."

"Very cute, now give her back!" Rhona said, tugging at Dani's hip. "I'm going to dress her up for you. You'll want to see it."

Brandy let go with a final pat to Dani's hip, stepping back with reluctance but no shortage of interest. Rhona caught Dani by the waist and turned her smoothly toward the curtain, sliding behind it with her.

There was just a mont of quiet, then a low gasp from Dani.

"That's for ?" she asked, her voice a mix of wonder and disbelief. "I'm not worth that!"

"It is," Rhona said, with no small amount of pride. "And don't sell yourself short, cupcake, judge it by the reaction you get when you step back out."

Brandy couldn't see what was happening behind the curtain, but she could hear the soft rustle of fabric, the hush of Rhona's soothing voice, and Dani's nervous little laughs.

"Bet it's got ruffles in scandalous places," Sparky whispered near Brandy's ear, her voice a conspiratorial purr. "Or maybe one of those dangerous slits up the thigh. You know, the kind that makes it easy to yank soone over a table."

Brandy made a strangled sound.

"You're picturing it now, aren't you?" Sparky added with glee.

"Of course I am," Brandy muttered, rubbing the back of her neck.

Behind the curtain, a zip slid into place. Which was a strange sound for a maid's dress to make. What exactly had Rhona co up with?

Brandy exchanged a look with Sparky, who just waggled her eyebrows in response.

Rhona's voice ca again, low and satisfied. "Alright, cupcake. Deep breath. Let's show them what a knockout looks like."

"I feel like I'll burst if I breathe too hard."

"That's the corset," Rhona said, amused. "Which you fill very nicely. It'll survive a lot, I can't have my work sliding off you. Now, no stalling. Get on out there.."

The curtain rustled.

Brandy leaned forward, and Sparky gripped her arm, vibrating with anticipation.

The curtain twitched, then jerked sharply sideways with a loud clatter as Dani tangled herself in the fabric.

"Ah! I'm stuck ... wait ... hold on ..."

There was a crash as the curtain tipped over, a muffled squeak, and the distinct thump of soone hitting the floor behind the curtain.

"Well, she knocked soone dead," Sparky grinned. "I'll go untangle her, you sit there and enjoy the reveal."

It should've broken the mont, but it didn't. Rhona being knocked off her rhythm let Brandy untense, and she was ready for Maid Dani to take her breath away.