I Want To Lay the Very Best!

251 – How to Suck Your Own D*ck (18+)

Brandy was used to being the tallest person in the room. Still, Mercury had her beat even without the massive black horn that jutted out of her colorful hair. She'd always been a looming presence for Brandy, her stature matching her confidence and power. Brandy couldn't help but find it attractive; she wasn't used to it, and there was something deeply alluring about being confronted with a seemingly impossibly strong partner. Morgan had been pushing all those buttons when she'd forced Brandy just to lie there and take it, and now she was trapped between a Murkrow and a Rapidash. Two women who clearly had some affection for her, but more importantly, also wanted to use her like a convenient sex toy. 

For an ideal Trainer, this wasn't the correct way to think. You were meant to be in charge, to help guide their passions and navigate difficult emotional outbursts. Pokémon couldn't help but feel intensely about things. Humans could keep a clear head even when emotions ran high. A Pokémon's Typing ruled their hearts, and while they all expressed it differently, even if they shared the same Type, it was something they couldn't overcome without a firm shoulder to lean on. 

As Trainer, you weren't meant to give in, to let Pokémons emotions wash over and drown you. Shay might have been a rascal, but she was in charge of a band of rascals. Victoria was dependent on her Noibats, but she was the effortlessly cool heart of the entire Noibat swarm, all desperate to impress her. Wren had been nervous, but her Pokémon all believed in her deeply and would support her however they could. 

Having Mercury, one of the strongest Pokémon Brandy had ever met, on her knees in front of her should have made her feel like any of those Trainers. Finally, she had a presence that was so commanding that she could make the mighty bend a knee. But she could see the intensity in Mercury's light blue eyes, and it didn't feel like submission. Even on her knees, Mercury towered over Brandy. 

It should have bothered Brandy. It didn't. That was who Mercury was; to deny her that felt wrong. All Brandy wanted was for Pokémon to be their best selves. She wasn't here to tame their emotions; she wanted them to express themselves as brightly as they could, and as they shone, she'd help them master that power. Touching Morgan's black feathers on the wings around her waists, feeling the love in her squeeze back, Brandy knew the Murkrow was going to be stronger for tonight. Morgan was more in touch with her feelings; maybe it'd make her a little sappier and out of control for a while, but Brandy could endure that. Adore it even, Morgan had spent so long holding herself back trying to fit into the people around her. She wanted to be loved so much she'd do anything for it. 

Until it broke her.  

No more of that. Brandy was going to be the woman Morgan needed for a change. She was starting by having a Mercury-sized butt that Morgan was gleefully rubbing her cock up against, a happy little moan in her throat at her anticipation of claiming it. Morgan could savor the experience as much as she wanted, and Brandy would happily be folded for her when it came time to take a pounding. Morgan was taking her time, but she'd get there. 

Morgan's distraction wasn’t so terrible anyway. It freed Brandy up to focus more intently on the Rapidash before her. Mercury was prideful and domineering, and those should have been ugly character traits, but Mercury didn't sneer at other people. She wanted someone strong enough to handle her, and she wouldn't lessen herself to get it. It was admirable, and Brandy didn't want to break her from her dream and make her settle. Brandy wanted to meet Mercury's impossible standards.  

"You don't have to do this," Brandy said, reaching to palm Mercury's cheek. A loving touch, one she didn't shy away from but didn't press into either. She let Brandy's palm warm her white skin as she rolled her eyes. 

"I won't do anything I don't want to." she snorted, amused at the suggestion. "I was waiting for you to stop thinking. I'm not much of a mind reader, but you were in something deep and important there."

"The thought of you about to suck my dick gets me thinking about my life." Brandy smiled, "Is that weird?"

"Incredibly," Morgan smiled. "You are a very strange woman, Brandy Joyce."

"Shoot." Brandy sighed, kicking her feet to tap against Mercury's firm stomach. Flexing a new muscle, she made her psychic-constructed cock twitch. "Do I at least have a nice dick?"

"The best." Mercury lightly brushed it with her hand, stroking along its length. It made Brandy's breath hitch, her body tense up, and she pressed back into Morgan's comforting grasp. The sensitivity wasn't as strong as it had started, but that didn't mean it wasn't intensely pleasurable. "Potentially tournament-winning dick."

"You liked seeing me whipping it out? Fucking Wren with it?" Brandy asked, stroking the soft skin of Mercury's cheek. "I couldn't do it as well as you could."

"Don't be so sure," Mercury said, stroking her fingers back along the pink glowing shaft like she was coaxing it towards her. Every racing touch felt like it was stroking through Brandy's thoughts, stirring them into a pleasant fog. "As much as I love having a huge dick, sex isn't all about physical power. Is it?"

"No, it's not." Brandy gulped. "You're Psychic and Fairy. You know what humans like, and you want to please them. You shape things, so the experience they have is-" 

"Life-changing?" Mercury smiled, dipping her head towards Brandy's cock. "Unforgettable?"

She'd fucked Maple into a retrospective coma. She'd left Brandy feeling sure of herself. Only Arceus herself probably knew what she'd done to Shay. Mercury was popular, and while her strength was intimidating, she seemed to leave people better than she'd found them. A cum-stained broken mess, sure, but even after Maple's humiliation, she'd stayed in contact with her. Sending her videos, cheering her up here and there. For all her bullish nature, her Psychic/Fairy Typing screamed of a Pokémon with a deep desire to please. In Mercury, it just came out very domineeringly; she was here to break and reshape minds.  

"She's such a needy princess," Morgan said, her head on Brandy's shoulder as she used Brandy's ass like a hotdog bun for her cock. The bragging had summoned her, Morgan just couldn’t resist it. "On her knees, fishing for praise."

"It's not fishing if it's true," Mercury smirked. "You should listen. You'll learn a few things."

"Brandy, grab her horn."

Brandy did it without even thinking. Morgan commanded, and she obeyed, reaching out to grip the black horn on Mercury's forehead. It tingled pleasantly under her grip, fizzling with latent power waiting to be unleashed. 

"Good girl," Morgan purred in Brandy's ear. The words bounced around in Brandy's head, joining Mercury's touch in scrambling Brandy's thoughts. "Now tell her you want her to suck your dick."

"Mercury," Brandy said unsteadily as she looked at those intense blue eyes. "I want you to suck my dick."

"No," Mercury snorted, her breath washing across Brandy's shaft and making her toes curl. "I do this how I want to."

Morgan clucked her tongue angrily, her fingers sliding along the arm Brandy had gripping Mercury's horn. "On her knees, she still can't admit she wants it. Bend her for me, Brandy."

Brandy was the instrument of Morgan's will tonight, and if that meant using Mercury's own horn as a dicksucking lever, then she pulled it good and firm. 

"That's it," Morgan breathed as Mercury snorted in amusement and then stroked her fat tongue over the top of Brandy's cock. The feeling hit hard, and Brandy just wasn't used to it. Fucking Wren had been mentally challenging, but this was a whole other impossible task. Her hands tightened on Mercury's horn to steady herself. 

"So fucking good," Brandy groaned as Morgan's hands began to massage her tits. Her fingers were skilled, and her nails lightly dug into the flesh, scratching gently and setting them alight with dark-infused pleasure. Brandy gurgled out a moan that sounded absolutely ridiculous. 

"Mercury's a good girl too, isn't she?" Morgan whispered proudly in Brandy's ear. "She might be this huge monster to you, but I know what she really is. She didn't come here by accident. She's hungry for you, Brandy. You gave her a taste of something she's been missing for a long time."

"Mmph," Brandy eloquently gurgled. It was true, though; the way Mercury was swirling her tongue around the head of Brandy's cock and lapping up every drop wasn't just an experienced technique. It was hunger. 

"She likes you, Brandy," Morgan murmured. "She'll never admit it, but she clearly likes you a lot."

Morgan was saying things. Important things, and Brandy wanted to focus on her. But it was so hard. Every wet stroke of Mercury's tongue felt like she was lapping the pleasure right through Brandy's body. The heat of Mercury's mouth was a burning forge of warmth and need, and the wetness of her spit was the perfect lubrication to let her slide with an aggressive pace. This wasn't a loving, tender blowjob; Mercury was absolutely devouring her, and Brandy couldn't hope to survive it. 

Brandy moaned like she was having the soul sucked right out of her body. She felt so close, her cock throbbing desperately, aching for a release that was physically impossible for Brandy to give. She could only sit there and endure this building pressure behind her eyes, a pleasure that couldn't quite peak, and it was almost painful that she couldn't experience that final release. 

"Mercury's good, isn't she?" Morgan said softly in Brandy's ear. 

"So fucking good," Brandy whimpered, the words barely able to leave her.

She's had practice," Morgan continued, her voice still barely a murmur. She was performing now, and Brandy just knew Mercury was hanging off every word . "I've watched her videos; she's used hundreds of girls' mouths, and I bet she rode their thoughts every time. Relished in the power her cock had over them, how she'd fill their minds until all they could think about was her thick, choking dick. This is the first time she's done it physically, but mentally? This is as simple to her as breathing."

"Hrmmm," Mercury's eyes were half-lidded, and Brandy could feel the soft tendrils of her mental touch probing Brandy's pleasure, tasting it for herself while also making the feelings between them stronger. Those tendrils weren't ready for Morgan's Foul Play coming thundering the other way as she let Brandy, for just a moment, feel the throat-stuffing pressure of a cock in her mouth and Mercury, the painful, near-release her gift, had Brandy trapped in. 

"Does it hurt, Mercury?" Morgan whispered. "You want her to fill your mouth, but your Move can't gift that. Every stroke of your tongue is just teasing her to a release you can't give her. It's painful, isn't it?"

Mercury just went harder, like she could push past what was possible and make it happen anyway. Simple reality wasn't going to stop her. 

"Brandy, she seems determined. Should I give her it?" 

"Arceus, yes," Brandy gasped. She felt a hot breath wash across her shaft as Mercury huffed, her tongue pausing in its rhythm. "She deserves to please me. Morgan, please?"

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll fix it," Morgan promised, looking past Brandy. "Mercury, I'm going to share some feelings between us all. Are you comfortable with that?"

A psychic pulse flew over them, a push to spur into action. Impatience made manifest. 

"Good, we'll have no problems," Morgan smiled. She gripped Brandy's other hand and guided it to join the one already on the horn on Mercury's head. "Hold tight."

"Morgan?" Brandy asked nervously. 

"Get this beautiful ass up," Morgan smiled. "I'm going to use it to cum for all of us."