I Want To Lay the Very Best!

226 – An Explosive Finish (18+)

The Lucky Chant was building in pitch, a happy, lilting tune that wouldn't have been out of place in a casino's background. 

It made a great backing track to Brandy getting her brains fucked out.  

Face flushed, sweat rolled down her cheek, and matted her hair. Her chest bounced with every thrust from Calico, who seemed to have decided if she couldn't be on top, she could at least fuck Brandy like she was in charge. Calico's hand on her hip was pressed in so firm it would leave a mark. Dinah's tentacles hung onto arms and legs to hold everyone together and provide some springy extra muscle to the whole thing that Brandy appreciated. 

Every thrust from Calico's cock dug deep inside her and pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Brandy let her head drop forward, panting happily as she felt a warmth on her back. Soft fur and teasing nibbling teeth parading along her neck and attacking her earlobes. 

Sparky's breasts bumped into Brandy's back. She wasn't actually joining in on the fucking. Just enjoying riding on Brandy's back and absolutely teasing the fuck out of her.

"You like that, don't you, Brandy?" Sparky whispered in her ear. "You like having your pussy stuffed with big, thick, throbbing cock? Don't you? You're such a horny mess."

Brandy gasped as Sparky teased her nipples, little crackles running through her fingertips to make her extra sensitive there. 

"I can feel your Steam Engine heart thrumming. You're worse than Calcine. She can contain her heat." Sparky whispered between little wet bites against her earlobe. "You get so hot the only thing that can call you off is a few gorgeous women. Poor Calico here is doing her best, Dinah's straining herself to fuck you, and you're still insatiable." 

The teasing was doing it for Brandy. Her cheeks flushed, and her breathing was heavy. She wanted nothing more than to lean back, kiss Sparky, pull her close, and grind her beautiful bug against her.

She also couldn't do that. Stupid bones and their refusal to twist. Surely there was an inheritance that could fix that problem. Maybe a Decidueye? Until then, Sparky knew that Brandy wanted her, couldn't have her, and loved being the center of attention despite not even being inside Brandy. 

"Steam Engine explains so much," Calico said, her voice breathy as she tried to hold herself back. "I've never had a woman last this long, not even Wren."

"My heat vampire girlfriends are special," Sparky grinned over Brandy's shoulder. "Even I can barely keep up with them. Once this redhead's fires are lit, she'll let a woman pound her until they're drained dry."

Calico's eyes widened, her breath catching, "Oh, that's..."

"Hot," Dinah said, her voice bubbling out of the air, and Brandy felt a sudden burst of wetness, something hot and thick spilling into her and coating her walls. Dinah had found a gap and was letting her liquid body flow in to coat Calico's dick. Calico's eyes shot open. Her body locked, her hips bucking a few times before her breath came out in a low whine, her lips parted, and her eyes crossed. Dinah was massaging her and Brandy simultaneously, and it was such a sensory rush that both had real trouble keeping it together. She wasn't just a slick coating; she could kiss, lick, and manifest tentacles to stroke. It was almost cheating. 

"Dinah!" Calico hissed, her hips thrusting harder, trying to keep her calm and failing. "Whose team are you on?"

"What?" Dinah's voice was all pure innocence. "Does our Ghostly Grass girl not like a bit of team love?"

"It feels far too good!" Calico groaned, "We have to practice with you. You've been holding out."

Brandy loved the sex and Sparky's teasing, but somehow, giving the other team insight into how to improve was more satisfying than all of that. Her brain was a weird place, and she felt that way, but she was happy with that.

Her brain wasn't the only one firing away, though. Calico was close, and Sparky's teasing brought Brandy to the edge. She leaned back a little more, and Sparky's breasts squished a bit into her back. The warmth and the pressure were lovely.

"One of you stubborn idiots needs to cum," Sparky tutted, "You hold back anymore, and something is going to burst."

Brandy's eyes crossed, and she could feel a pressure building, her whole body was tensing and aching, hands clenched as she tried to hold it back despite Sparky's warning.

She wasn't alone, either.

Calico's rather taut and gorgeous stomach was soaked with sweat, and it tightened even further as she held in a breath. Her eyes closed, and her whole body shook as she tried to hold off the inevitable. The edge of an orgasm was too much for her. Brandy couldn't keep her head upright. She tipped back, resting it on Sparky's shoulder and letting the bug kiss her cheek, sending an arc of electricity snapping through them just as Dinah pulsed inside. It cracked open the floodgates. Brandy's whole body tensed, and she felt the pleasure rip through her like a storm.

"Finally!" Calico groaned. She grunted in an exertion to slam her hips forward one last time. Her cock buried in Brandy, she shook and twitched as the orgasm crashed over her. Her hips shuddered, her body spasmed, and she came hard. Her hands squeezed deep into Brandy's hip as the pressure of holding herself together broke. The beautiful pirate lass spilled herself deep into Brandy, Dinah's black goo rippling as she found herself getting soaked with pearly white cum.

Panting and exhausted, Calico looked up with half-lidded eyes, her green hair swimming around on the wooden deck. 

Brandy smiled down at her; a few aftershocks rippled through her body, but the fire in her heart hadn't gone out. Her muscles felt loose but still worked with only a little ache. 

"Again?" Brandy asked, eyebrow raised.

"Oh fuck off," Calico laughed, falling back onto the deck. "You're a monster."

"Don't be mean," Sparky said, patting Brandy's head. "She's just a sweet little human who needs some love."

"Wren is a sweet little human," Dinah said, sliding back from the lovers into her Wooloo costume. The patchwork wool on it fluttered as she filled the limbs and made it move to a seat. "I'd offer to make you an honourary Ghost Brandy, but I'm not sure we want the reputation you'd give us."

Too much, even for the ghosts. Brandy was kind of proud of that. 

She was just in the middle of a stretch when Wren was dropped into her lap with a wet slap. Brandy had seen herself look bad in a mirror before, but poor Wren was on another level of messed up. The poor girl looked an absolute mess; her hair was mussed, her cheeks flushed, and her thighs absolutely glistening with her own juices. She reeked of sex and had the content, broad smile of someone who'd a woman had her bell rung repeatedly. 

"Hey, Brandy," Wren said, slow and spaced out. "Calcine is a real firecracker. You're so lucky."

"You look like you had a good time."

"Yeah, yeah, I did," Wren grinned. "I'm learning to be a good loser."

"Good, I'm glad," Brandy smiled and looked up at the person who'd dropped Wren in her lap. Up and up, she was sitting on her legs, and Calcine towered absolutely above them all, fiery white eyes high up in the clouds. Her arms folded under her chest, and a proud smile on her lips. She was such a majestic sight, with the firm muscle of her stomach, wide hips, and broad shoulders. She looked unstoppable, a towering figure of incredible power, and from the shine around her mouth, Brandy could see she'd been putting her tongue to good use. 

"Did you win the bet?" Brandy asked as Wren panted in her lap, clinging to Brandy's body.

"I felt Sparky should have the honor of the last one," Calcine said. Or you. Maybe both?" 

"What about Morgan?"

There was a wail from deep in the pool, a purple hand grabbing the edge with rainbow fire flooding over her fingers. It slowly slid back down to the sound of furious flesh slapping and ecstatic ethereal moans. 

"I think Morgan's good." Calcine smiled, "Ceridwen got her a little worked up." 

A little! It sounded like someone was being murdered down there with all that screaming. 

"I could still win this," Dinah said and shrunk back when Sparky and Calcine turned to her, eyes glowing. "Fuck. Well, I'm not about to let you win!” 

"It's fine, Dinah," Wren said. “Cuddle Calico for me? She looks a bit broken. I learned a lot today, and we have a lot of work to do together to be ready for next time. Let's not drag the inevitable out."

"What did you learn?" Brandy asked, stroking the sweaty, red spikes of hair from Wren's face. Looking down at a slightly chubbier version of herself was still weird, but Wren's smile was so content Brandy was starting to enjoy it. She wasn't above making herself happy. 

"I can't beat you," Wren smiled sweetly. “But that's fine. I thought I'd try to copy your team and own your strength, but that was a losing strategy. You're strong, Brandy. I could have been unstoppable if I added that strength to my own."

"You were close," Brandy said, leaning to kiss Wren. Her lips were delightfully warm. "Tournaments just started. Next time we meet, you'll be one to watch out for."

"Thanks, I'm going to bring a whole new suite of terrible tricks and enough stamina that even you might be impressed. Trust me." Wren huffed and cleared her throat. Then, she perfectly imitated Brandy's voice. "Sparky, Bug Bite."

Sparky bit down with a second thought, Wren breaking into a relatively gentle, dry orgasm that had her gasping and clinging tight to Brandy.

The air sang out as the Lucky Chant reached a crescendo and broke into action. Dinah's cuddling of Calico suddenly turned into a full-body glomping that left them writhing in a sweaty puddle. The sounds of vigorous sex from the pool reached a fever pitch, and Ceridwen's voice cracked as she wailed out in orgasmic glee and Wren, twisted in shape mid-orgasm. She lost a little height, and the red, spiky hair tumbled into curly black. She became plusher and huggable before Brandy's eyes. It forced Sparky's teeth deeper, and her dry orgasm cracked into an ecstatic wail that left her a shivering mess in Brandy's arms. 

Lucky Chant was a frightening move that could change reality, and if it decided you were fucked, it made it so. Brandy was really going to have to watch out for it next time. 

"I think we can all agree that's a showstopper!" a voice called over the speakers. "The winner of this match, Brandy Joyce and Maid for This!"

There was a wild wailing cheer from the pool, the point of a black hat just visible over the edge of it as Morgan danced about in victory. Calcine and Sparky gave each other high fives while Brandy caught her breath. Basking in the afterglow and the soft and tender hugs of Wren, who was latched onto her and drifting off to sleep.

"There's going to be a small intermission." the human judge continued. "While we repair the arena from the Coalossal amount of damage it took. A good time to grab a drink, sneak a bunch of quick kisses in a stall or maybe confront the rascally Trainer who fucked your daughter."

Brandy snorted; she'd hate to be that Trainer. 

...

Wait, was she that Trainer?

"Brandy Joyce, I'll be seeing you in the showers."

Fuuuuuck.