I Want To Lay the Very Best!

249 – Mercury Poisoning (18+)

The power Mercury had filled Brandy with was a heady cocktail. The energy swirling inside her seemed to settle into every inch of her, bringing a whole host of different sensations. Her muscles felt incredible, as if they'd limbered up from a light workout and were now begging to be used. Her scalp felt like it was being lathered with shampoo by the tender touch of a lover, and she felt the soft brush of Morgan's feathers on her skin with an intensity that made her tremble. 

She was feeling a whole new spectrum of strength and pleasure, and her body didn't know what to do with it. Running a hand through her spiky red hair, Brandy found it didn't stop where she thought it should. She stretched it out between her fingers, pulling it in front of her face to stare at the long locks. The red slowly faded to a lavender purple that matched Mercury's own. 

"Mercury, why do I have your hair?"

"That's what you're asking about?" Mercury laughed, sitting on the edge of the bed beside the two cuddlebugs. "Morgan, can you explore her for me? Awaken her to some changes."

"Oh, it'd be my pleasure," Morgan said, extracting herself from the cuddle. Morgan's wingtips stroked her stomach, and then the sensation doubled. One touch from the soft feathers, another from the power flowing within. Brandy's fingers explored the same patch of skin Morgan was playing with and found that her abs were far more defined than before, and she joined Morgan in tracing the outline of the firm but sensitive muscle. It was unreal. She had to get a look at them and tilted her head up to get a peek at her new body. Her view was thoroughly blocked. 

"Mercury, why do I have giant tits?"

"They suit you," Mercury grinned. She leaned over to get closer to the action, looming over the pair, and grabbed Morgan's wrist, guiding her hand to a breast that had a tinge of psychic pink to it. "Okay, I'll admit it, they're more for me than Morgan. I rarely ever get to use Stored Power on someone else; I usually keep it for myself. But I wanted to see what you'd look like with some of my inheritance."

Morgan giggled, firmly stroking the underside of Brandy's breast with her hands. The kneading of her fingers made Brandy's thoughts fizzle out, and she was left staring dumbly as the bird witch's hands worked her over. Her new tits were as sensitive as the rest of her changes, and every squeeze had her heart shooting up into her throat. It was almost a relief when Morgan's touch left her chest and let Brandy breathe. Morgan wasn't done, sliding her fingers down to stroke the curve of Brandy's thighs. A few teasing touches and the bit bottom lip of her partner were enough to tell Brandy her freshly enhanced thighs had Morgan's approval.  

If Brandy was honest with herself, she had to agree the changes were incredible. Her new hair looked gorgeous, and her chest was intimidatingly massive, but it hung nicely on her chest. It was all very Mercury, a heavy helping of too much and making it look fabulous anyway. Stored Power was an interesting Move; like Calcine's Fire Stone, it had to be charged up by love and affection and could give a Pokémon, or a target, a significant but temporary boost. It made an excellent secret weapon for a wild Pokémon like Mercury; if you didn't know she had it, you'd underestimate her until she felt pressed enough to use it finally. 

"You didn't have to do this, Mercury," Brandy said, breathing slowly as she got used to the Psychic changes. It probably hadn't changed her actual body; it was probably a mix of psychic force construct and illusion wired into her head to feel like the real thing. The sensitivity slowly dropped as she adjusted to the feeling of Morgan's touches. "Why show me this?"

 "Don't like it?"

"No, it's cool," Brandy smiled. "Weird but neat, but why give your Move away like that? I'll know you have this when we do our rematch. You've lost an edge."

"After you wheedled a few Moves out of me, I've had to change how I fought," Mercury said, reaching out to run a hand along Morgan's wing. The unspoken request was clear; she was requesting permission to join in. Morgan grabbed Mercury's wrist and brought it down to help cup Brandy's newly enhanced ass. One cheek fit Mercury's palm perfectly like it'd been made for the sole purpose of being groped by the horse woman. Possibly it had.

Hrm. Could this move be used offensively? Boosting the opponent seemed like a bad idea, but if you made it a perfect match for yourself, you'd have an exciting advantage to exploit. 

"I relied on my overwhelming strength for so long," Mercury explained. "Before I met you, I just assumed I'd be able to fuck anyone into the ground so thoroughly they couldn't think straight."

"And Brandy was a thirsty woman you couldn't dazzle?" Morgan laughed, her hand over Mercury's as she squeezed Brandy's ass. "Fuck, I want to flip her over so bad. Admire the butt."

"The latest generation is something else, and don't give away the last surprise!" Mercury laughed. "She hasn't worked it out yet."

Last surprise? Did she get a tail or something? Brandy was fairly sure Mercury didn't have a tail. 

"My physical need to see Brandy's butt outweighs your games," Morgan growled. "Let's speed this up. Brandy, how does this feel?"

Morgan dipped below the curve of Brandy's boosted chest and out of sight. Brandy had her breath half held in anticipation, but nothing could have prepared her for the feeling of her partner's tongue licking a long wet stripe across a dick she didn't even know she had. 

"MERCURY, WHY DO I HAVE YOUR COCK?" Brandy yelled as she gripped the covers tight. She hadn't meant to scream it, but keeping a level head right now was hard. She scrambled upright, the weight of her new tits slowing her down. She got treated to the sight of a very pink and hefty glowing cock slapped right across Morgan's face, the Murkrow giving it tongue love like it was her favorite ice cream.

"Oh, please. It's not even your first time today," Mercury laughed. "I know you have plans for my dear Maple, but I thought you'd enjoy a fitting session."

"Where do you think she's fitting that exactly?" Morgan said, turning her red eyes to Mercury. "I'm all for teasing, but it's still my night, and getting drilled by Brandy's dick wasn't in the plans."

"Look me in the eyes," Mercury said, reaching around to cup Morgan's chin, a thumb teasing the corner of her mouth. "And tell me you're not dying to feel that cock on the back of your throat right now."

Morgan swallowed and licked her lips. She didn't need to say anything for everyone to know the answer was yes. But she didn't want to lose charge. Luckily, Brandy was kind of an expert. 

"You love me?" Brandy asked Morgan. 

"I think I've said that plenty."

"I'm yours?"

"You're mine," Morgan hissed, her breath hot against Brandy's dick. Arceus it was an unwieldy thing. Mercury's size was impressive, but Brandy didn't have her skill with it. She was worried that if she shook her hips, she might club Morgan unconscious with it. 

...

Why did she find that so tempting now? She really was a mess. No, this was Morgan's night. Focus and stop thinking Poké-dick thoughts. 

"Then all of me is all yours," Brandy said, leaning forward to stroke the feathers on the back of Morgan's head. "These fat tits are yours. This marvelous butt is yours. This cock is yours."

"All mine," Morgan sighed. "But you can't suck a dick and be in charge."

"All yours," Brandy repeated, pulling Morgan in closer. She guided her mouth open with the tip of her thumb and used another hand to guide that unwieldy pink slab of psychic meat to Morgan's lips. "You can absolutely suck a dick and be in charge. You've seen me fight. You know I can make you dance while giving you everything you want.

Morgan moaned in agreement, her eyes glazing over as she started sucking on the head. Brandy was going to be nice. She wouldn't go all the way in. Not yet.

"Fuck," Morgan groaned, her lips brushing against the tip. Her tongue flicked out to swirl over the top. It worked. Brandy felt like she was going to explode. She'd used Mercury's cock in the tournament match, but that was on someone she barely knew. This was Morgan. The intimacy of it was just so intoxicating. Brandy felt a shiver of pleasure race through her body, and her muscles were flexing in a way she'd never felt before. The sensation of a tongue on her shaft was utterly alien and new, yet also warm and comforting. 

"I'll let you set the pace," Brandy said, her voice wavering madly. She stroked the side of Morgan's face with her fingers. "Mercury can make all the adjustments you think it needs. But there's something I need to say first."

Morgan looked up expectantly. 

"Poke Mercury and use Foul Play to make her feel it too."

"Oh, don't you dare!" Mercury laughed as Morgan swished her wing out to grab her. She tried to bat it away with a blast of pink energy, but Morgan caught it in her feathers and threw it back into her face. A textbook Sucker Punch, punishing them for attacking without thinking. "Morgan! Morgan, you're making a powerful enemy!"

Morgan moaned happily at that idea, her mouth vibrating against the cock's head. That tingling sensation in Morgan's warm, wet mouth threatened to send Brandy over the edge. If that was even possible, it was a psychic cock. Could she even cum with it? It would be a long, long night if she couldn't. 

Fuck, Sparky and Calcine were going to be so jealous they'd missed all this. There's no way anything they were doing could match up.