I Want To Lay the Very Best!

280 – I Would Worship 1000 Times

Brandy couldn't have kept Calcine from Harper with a crowbar, and Morgan wanted to find the rest of her team and catch up. Most Pokémon were rather outgoing and eager to connect with others, so teams usually broke up quickly into smaller groups in big gatherings like this. Brandy held onto Sparky; she deserved some Brandy time, and she wasn't about to let incredibly hot bunny girls and all her favorite people in one room distract her.

...

Okay, Brandy was insanely distracted, but she held onto Sparky's hand anyway. Her Bug deserved some affection for all her hard work, and she tried to focus on Sparky. Unfortunately, Sparky knew precisely what she was trying to do and couldn't help but tease.

"You know, I didn't really consider the Eevee's bunny girls, but they totally are, aren't they?" Sparky said, cupping Brandy's cheeks with her free hands and turning to look at a table where Saffira and Tansy were using marker pens to write a bunch of affectionate compliments all over the leafy ribbons swirling around a Leafeon. Her bunny ears bobbed back and forth in amusement at the sheer enthusiasm they were putting into it. She would end up with a novel written about her if she wasn't careful.

If Brandy had a pen, she could have written at least two hundred chapters all by herself.

"I think they're foxy bunny girls?" Brandy said, licking her lips. The squeeze of the Leafon's breasts under the marker pen, held firm by Tansy as Saffira signed, was absolutely captivating to watch.

"Sharks, Bunnies ... maybe we need to add Foxes to the list of your kinks."

"Hey, I'm making plenty of new ones. Four armed fuzzy beauties are shooting up the ranks."

"Oh? What'd you write on me if you had a pen?" Sparky grinned, getting behind and running a pair of hands down Brandy's body to squeeze her hips as the other pair looped around to squeeze her breasts.

"Your fur would make it difficult to write. But you got space on your stomach for a bit. Brave. Loving. Powerful. Creative. Fuckable."

"I like fuckable," Sparky said, her fingertips giving Brandy's breasts a little jolt that made every press even more dizzying. "expand on fuckable."

Tearing her eyes from Saffira, Tansy and the Leafon, Brandy ended up stuck looking at Mumbles, Nova, and Marina instead. The huge, powerful-looking Boldore had the nervous Sandyghast in her lap. She was holding her in shape because Mumbles had to stare up at the staggeringly tall Marina, whose gleaming silver shell shone like a rainbow from the room's colorful lighting. She was trying to shape some bunny ears onto Mumble's head, but every time the Sandygast's face was shadowed by the towering shelf of the breast above her, it came apart in Marina's hands. She didn't seem to mind, dipping down to give Mumbles a few kisses on her forehead until she was just a soft mass of sand with a face, then she'd start shaping her up again.

It must have been nice for Marina's ego to have someone so besotted with her. Maybe that was the appeal of Ground and Ghost Types? Their love was so obviously intense and heartfelt that it made it a little hard for them to function. There had to be an appeal to driving a woman so crazed they couldn't even talk straight. Arceus knows Sparky, and the rest always tried to do it with her. It certainly worked. Mumbles looked so fucking cute trying to keep it together.

Head in the game, Brandy. Expand on how fuckable Sparky was.

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"Uh .... big." Brandy blushed as she tried to kickstart her brain.

"Flattering, but you can do better. I want details." Sparky purred in Brandy's ear. "Juicy, loving details."

Brandy could praise Sparky all day emotionally, but Sparky wanted something more feral right now. Her new body had to be a significant change, and maybe she was fishing to see how Brandy was handling it. Brandy could oblige, and she'd do so while getting to talk about how awesome her girlfriend was. Win-win.

"Fuck. Well, your thighs are thick, soft, and perfect. Your hips are killer, just a beautiful handful, and you have the most massive, gorgeous butt."

"Better than Calcine's?"

"Tough call. We'll have to both examine it later. Do a comparison."

Sparky seemed to think it over, then tip-tapped Brandy's waist with her fingers. "More please. I need a clear victory."

So demanding! Brandy wasn't about to let Sparky just gloss over all that. The issue was that Sparky was in control, pushing Brandy to act. That's not how their relationship worked. Brandy turned in the hug, looked into those big blue eyes as she got a firm hold on Sparky's already praised ass, and hefted. Sparky wasn't small anymore, but Brandy had been strong even before she'd started getting hefty helpings of inheritance. Lifting up one Galvantula wasn't too taxing for her, and it was a bit of a burn to her arms, but Brandy didn't have to lift Sparky unsupported for too long. Not when she had a nearby wall to press her against.

With an excited squeal at the reversal, Sparky's legs clamped around Brandy's hips, and her arms wrapped around Brandy's neck. Her fat chest was pushed up to the perfect height for a kiss, and Brandy went in for the kill. She pressed Sparky hard against the club wall, and her lips went exploring. Sparky's soft, sweet flesh was as inviting as ever. A little tingle of electricity sent a buzz through Brandy's body as she planted each kiss along the top of Sparky's breasts, leaving them peppered with lip gloss as Brandy looked up.

"You don't listen sometimes, but you'll listen now. These tits? Incredible.. Soft, pillowy, perfect for kissing, squeezing, sucking."

Brandy punctuated that with a kiss, a firm-bodied squeeze, and then a suckle. The noise she dragged out of Sparky's throat, a choking gleeful moan, was worth it. Her hands went up to the legs wrapped around her, and she sunk her fingers into the fur and pressed tight.

"These thighs? I know you prefer to be between a pair, but they feel so good around me, and I can understand why. They're perfect, thick, and plump. I just want to rub my hands all over them, press them between my fingers. Feel that delightful squish. Climb them hand by hand, knowing exactly where they lead."

Brandy let one of her hands wander up Sparky's thigh, over the curve of her hip, and down between them. Fingertips teasing the cock that was pressed up against Brandy's stomach, stiff and throbbing eagerly.

"I don't want to say anything about this cock," Brandy growled, curling two fingers into it to tease it with a bit of pressure. "I just want to get my lips around it, stretch my jaw. Choke myself with it."

"Fuck!" Sparky gasped, her thighs tightening around Brandy. She gave a few firm squeezes with them, her hands grabbing the back of Brandy's head. "Message received!"

"And this ass? Your evolution really did it justice. We should get you a nice short skirt. You have the perfect bubble butt. Round and firm. A tease of it as you swish it while walking? You'd have women drooling over you, and I want women to drool over you, Sparky. Because I want them to see in you what I do. How incredible you are."

Brandy leaned her head in close and whispered. "Fuckable. Every inch of you."

Sparky couldn't respond with more than a wheezing whine and a frantic nod. Brandy felt pretty damn satisfied about that. She could feel Sparky trembling. Her thighs and calves squeezed and shook, and the grip around Brandy's neck and the hands buried in her hair were twitching with sparks. She didn't just get a response. She got the full enthusiastic response.

"You're mine," Brandy growled possessively.

"Yours!" Sparky whimpered back, eyes gleaming. "All yours!"

"I'd fuck you now," Brandy said, "But you teased me earlier, so I'm going to make you wait. You're going to be with me all night. Watching me get hungrier and hungrier around all those beautiful bunny girls and people we love. Watching me burn up and boil until I can't take it anymore. Then, when I can barely think. I'm going to sink my teeth into you, and I'm not going to stop until you break."

Sparky didn't get a chance to respond. Brandy let her slide down, her heels thumping on the floor. She kept the embrace going, arms still wrapped around each other.

"I need to speak to Mahi and Holly," Brandy said, "We need a Water Type on our team, and I think they'd be able to tell us one that'd fit our team dynamic."

Sparky gulped several times before she could speak, still shaking with excitement. "Really? Them? Why not Maple?"

"Maple adores me and would just pick out something I'd love. We need someone who can challenge the team a bit. Blahaj was trying to challenge me. I think having someone on the team who can keep that up would be good. Push me to do better. Morgan does a bit but gets lost in her games."

"You just want a nice Water girl who can step on you," Sparky said, licking her lips. "With teeth. Shark fiend. Still sounds great to me. Going to share her?"

"Maybe I'll break her in and get her to step on you for me."

"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah." Sparky nodded furiously. "Let's speak to the water rat and the guppy. I'm loving this idea already."

Brandy chuckled, leaning in to give Sparky a soft kiss. "Glad you agree. Some drinks before? Mahi can be a lot to deal with."

"I could use a drink," Sparky sighed, flopping into Brandy's arms. "My dick won't go down."

"I did that," Brandy proudly said. "Come on, let's get a drink, then go wave it at Mahi and make her jealous."

"Being a literally cocky brat? Oh, now you're really speaking my language."