I Want To Lay the Very Best!

168 – Outflanked but never Outhornied (18+)

Spitfire sat Brandy on the sofa and slithered off behind it out of view. Brandy would have turned to look, but everyone else was staring at her, fanned out around the towering Aniseed. Just their hungry looks made her squirm in her seat. She was sure they could have fried an egg on her thighs from how hot she felt. Aniseed's aloof confidence, Sparky's excitable energy, Lixi and Calcine's hungry glares, and Morgan's-

Well, Morgan was still lost in the joy of Aniseed's extra thick hips, but that still left four sets of eyes full of promise that they would do terrible things. Even Aniseed's analytical gaze lingered on Brandy's chest and legs more than her face. Morgan's kneading of her butt seemed to do something for the silver giant.

"Don't worry, ladies," Spitfire said before her. "I'll get her all warmed up for you."

The wet lick against Brandy's neck and the hot breath in her ear startled a shiver out of her. Her body reflexively scrunched up, hands squeezing handfuls of her shirt, pulling it tight against her body as Brandy tried to excise some of the built-up anticipation.

"Relax," Spitfire purred, the soft lull of her voice hypnotizing to Brandy. 

"You're about to have a really good time."

"Can't wait," Brandy squirmed, and she tried to turn, but a hand kept her jaw steady and head forward.

"Everyone's going to wait." Spitfire's long, hot tongue ran up the side of her neck and traced her ear. "I won the game. I'm going to enjoy my prize."

Brandy's whole body tingled as the others watched with thinly concealed anticipation. Lixi and Calcine were pawing each other up while Sparky bounced on the balls of her feet in pure excitement. Brandy's breath caught in her throat as Spitfire's teasing tongue slipped over her shoulder and down her shirt.

The hot, wet muscle wrapped around a breast and tugged, lifting Brandy from her seat to follow it. Brandy's eyes widened, and her hands darted out to brace herself. She could feel the warmth of Spitfire spilling down over her body as the hot, writhing tip of Spitfire's tongue squeezed between her chest and slid back up, unlatching her bra. Spitfire took her bra off first, even with her shirt still buttoned up! The length of her tongue was unreal. Just the thought of it made Brandy's heart flutter. She was pulling Brandy around with it like a puppet on a string. The press of Brandy's chest against her strained shirt as her back arched made a few buttons pop off. 

"Boob explosion," Sparky chanted quietly, "Boob explosion."

No one joined in, but that didn't stop her from continuing.

Spitfire's tongue pulled back while still in her shirt, and Brandy was dragged up with it, her back arched into the giant sofa as her legs scrabbled for purchase. Brandy's shirt buttons couldn't handle it, pinging off all at once, her chest breaking out of the shirt in one rapid burst before gravity dumped her back into the leather. The move actually got a few cheers and a polite clap from Aniseed.

Brandy panted, trying to catch her breath as Spitfire's tongue helped tug her shirt off her fully, running down the sleeves and across her already sweat-soaked back. Spitfire didn't mind, seemed to relish it even, and her hot tongue was soon back up and running over Brandy's shoulders again. The tip flicked at Brandy's cheek, asking for permission to come aboard, and when she opened her mouth, it slipped right in and started exploring.

Brandy whimpered as the invader quickly overtook her mouth, and the crowd let out a collective gasp as the tongue slithered and writhed to fill out her cheeks and wrapped up her own tongue. It was dizzying, and it didn't stop until Brandy's head was swimming so badly she had to pull it free just to keep a grip on her sanity. It wasn't an easy task, wet in her hands and so unreally long. The hot saliva slathered everywhere as she pulled it free, dripping to add a shine to her cheeks and chest.

"Arceus, fuck me," Brandy whimpered as her body shuddered, and the crowd showed their approval with a few catcalls and whistles. 

"She wouldn't do it as good as I'm going to," Spitfire purred in Brandy's ear, her red hair spilling down Brandy's side. 

Brandy's arms gave out, and she slumped into the sofa, panting, trying to collect her thoughts. Spitfire's long, segmented tail spilled over the back of the sofa and draped over her. Brandy felt the tail tickling the underside of her breasts, the hot flesh teasing the soft, sweat-covered mounds. Fuck she was such a mess already, and loving it.

"She's going to melt," Calcine said. "Sparky, you got a bottle to keep her in once we're done?"

"I can hammer her back into shape," Aniseed said. "Don't worry about breaking her."

Brandy groaned and shuddered at the words, her fingers gripping the sofa and her legs squeezing together.

"You'll need this hammer sooner than later with the noises she's making," Morgan cooed, running a hand over Aniseed's enormous yet elegant cock. 

"Don't tease the audience too much, Spitfire. We want a big finish."

"Oh, I can assure you I'll get her to finish many times," Spitfire purred and nipped at Brandy's ear.

"You have a number in mind?" Aniseed asked casually. "I'll double it."

The sharp tug of teeth made Brandy whine at that spike of light pain, mixed in with all the pleasure of a dextrous tail running over her thighs and dragging Brandy's skirt and panties with practiced ease. Brandy's hips rose to help Spitfire pull her clothes down her legs. She barely needed to think about it. Her body just wanted to be fucked right now and wasn't going to sit about waiting for her brain to have input on that.

"Five, maybe six," Spitfire said as her tongue teased over Brandy's nipples. The tip of her tail coaxed her skirt and panties off. All she had left were her socks and boots. "What if I say ten though?"

"Then I'll make sure to have plenty of water nearby," Aniseed said. "Because she's going to bite a pillow until I've dragged twenty orgasms out of that body of hers."

For a Pokémon allegedly not that interested in sex, Aniseed was getting very competitive. As much as the coin game had been fun, she didn't want this to turn into a game show. Kicking her boots against the sofa, Brandy swallowed the thick lump in her throat, smiled, and channeled her inner Sparky. "How about you start with one before getting cocky? I got a Fire Badge today. I'm kind of a big deal."

Aniseed's eyes flashed at that challenge. She put a hand on her hips, casually showing off all she had for Brandy. She didn't need words to prove she could get it done. Spitfire chuckled, and her tail tip ran between Brandy's legs, gently spreading them open.

"I love the spirit," Spitfire said. "She thinks she's hot stuff."

"Hot as fuck for sure," Lixi said as she and Calcine came round to sit on the sofa, one on either side of Brandy. They peppered her with kisses, their hands sliding over her stomach, fingers interlinking as they enjoyed the feel of her and each other. 

"Show these two you can handle the heat," Calcine whispered in her ear. "I want to see Aniseed crack."

Brandy's body was a slippery mess from Spitfire's tongue lashing, and Calcine and Lixi's polished bodies slid neatly to fit her own. They were almost as hot as Spitfire, who was draped over her shoulder, her smug smile just barely visible out of the corner of her eye. She was playing with Brandy's pussy, spreading her lips and teasing her entrance. It was a slow, lazy pace, but Brandy knew Spitfire was just trying to lure in Aniseed.

So Brandy stayed silent, biting her bottom lip, letting the two beside her smother her with kisses and gentle touches.

"Well, if no one wants that, I'll jump in," Sparky said, arms behind her head as she took a casual step toward Brandy. Aniseed took the bait, rushing forward and slamming her hands either side of Brandy's head, her chest swinging forward to nuzzle at Brandy's cheeks. Her silver skin was cool to the touch, a welcome balm from the three Fire hotties draped all over her. The softness was simply incredible. It melted under Brandy's touch like liquid and yet pressed back firm with every breath Aniseed took. Sparky had set her off, Aniseed's red eyes glowing so bright they stained the silver around them red. She smacked her cock down onto Brandy's stomach, letting Brandy not just see but feel the full staggering length of her.

Brandy couldn't help herself. She lifted it and bent almost double to kiss the tip, squashed down by the weight of Spitfire on her back. She was rewarded with a drop of clear liquid beading at the tip. The taste was intensely sweet and made her mouth tingle like she'd licked the end of a battery. Brandy knew that taste, just like Sparky, an Electric type who couldn't hold it back anymore. 

Spitfire's tongue slid down her body to meet it, coiling around Aniseed's cock and tugging it down. 

"A double stuffing," Lixi whistled, "What a good idea."

"We did it first," Calcine said smugly. "But I like this variant."

Towering above Brandy, Spitfire and Aniseed looked at each other. She was barely able to even see them over the glorious curve of Aniseed's bust. Then she saw Spitfire nod in silent agreement.

"I'll make room for you," Aniseed agreed and stepped back. Spitfire's tongue pulled back with Aniseed's dick until the tip slid across Brandy's pussy. "Got enough tongue?" 

Spitfire snorted and slapped Aniseed's ass with her tail. Or tried. Morgan was still gripped firmly to it, so she got smacked instead, an excited moan coming from the obsessed Murkrow. 

"Stop posturing and fuck her," Morgan said, "I want to see these hips move in a blur. The jiggling will be just-"

There was a sound like a kiss, an over-exaggerated 'mwah,' and Sparky giggling at Morgan's antics. She'd have to work out something for those two. 

If she survived this. 

Looking down at Aniseed's cock, Brandy gulped. 

Big if.