I Want To Lay the Very Best!

252 – Emotional Release (18+)

Brandy had been saying Morgan was in charge tonight a lot. She'd expressed her love, made Brandy lie back and be her toy, rather enthusiastically ordered about Mercury, and even had her own taste of Brandy's dick. But all of that was leading up to this moment, easing her into the role she was born to play. When Morgan grabbed Brandy's biceps and pushed her forward, insistent and eager, the final piece locked into place. 

Morgan wanted Brandy's enhanced ass, and she was going to get it.  

There was no gentle ease into it. Morgan was done waiting. One moment, Brandy was sitting up. The next, she folded forward, her face pushed into Mercury's hair and her ass up and available. Brandy groaned as the first hard smack slapped down on the side of her ass, a sharp sting that quickly melted into an intensely pleasurable throb.

"Finally," Morgan sighed happily. "Good butt."

Mercury wasn't about to be ignored so quickly. With her mouth wrapped around Brandy's cock all it took was a tongue swirl, and she had Brandy's full attention again. She needed to learn how to do that; the way Mercury could make her eyes flutter with just the tip of her tongue was masterful. Mercury rolled a breath in her throat, a guttural growl of satisfaction that she'd stolen Brandy's attention back.

It didn’t last.

Morgan's other hand smacked down on the other side of her ass, and it sent a pulse racing through Brandy's body. Brandy could hear herself moan and whine, her breath quick and sharp as her heart hammered in her chest and her nerves sang in confused delight. The sting of Morgan's hand against her bare skin was worse than Sparky's electricity, sending sparks across her ass and down her legs to make her body scream with sudden sensitivity, her toes curled as she kick against the bed.

Until Mercury grabbed her ankles and took control of them. Both of them had a grip on her now, both had leverage over her body and wanted it to go a certain way. Brandy was smushed between them both. 

So hot.

"Raise this ass up, Mercury," Morgan growled, "I don't want to awkwardly slide in; I want to thump her so hard you choke."

Brandy shivered. She wanted that. She wanted Morgan to use her like a toy; she wanted to be helplessly caught between the two women, unable to escape and only able to endure. Mercury had said she couldn't read minds well, but she couldn't possibly miss the sheer need radiating from Brandy. She pulled herself off Brandy's cock with a wet pop, somehow still looking unflappable even as a trail of dangling spit connected her lips to the thick shaft. 

"You want to get that ass reamed, don't you?" Mercury asked. Though it wasn't really much of a question. Brandy didn't need to answer it; it was so very obvious she did. "Those thick hips I've loaned are driving Morgan crazy. I give you this wonderful gift, and you want your partner to absolutely destroy it."

"Mercury's growing on me, " Morgan said, her hand suddenly on Brandy's back, pressing down as firmly as she could. "But she isn't going to impress me anymore by talking, kiss your way back down to that dick right now."

"I'm having you after Brandy breaks," Mercury laughed, kissing the nape of Brandy's neck and sucking the flesh between her teeth and biting softly until Brandy was forced to gasp. She kept going down, leaving a trail of red welts over Brandy's body. Just as she began to cross Brandy's abs, Morgan pressed her cock right up to Brandy's ass, stretching her hole just the tiniest fraction, and Brandy let out a surprised yip at the wash of heat that filled her with. 

"I need to scratch you so the pain becomes pleasure," Morgan said. 

Brandy shook her body, her new colorful, rainbow-styled Mercury hair swishing before her eyes. "I want to feel you, don't mask it. I want my body to respond to you, not your Moves."

"Okay," Morgan murmured behind her. "But if it becomes too much, say something. Promise me."

"Yes, Morgan."

"Good girl." 

Morgan pushed Brandy, but it was too slow to penetrate. She forced Brandy forward until she almost slid off the bed, a little swirling wind thick enough to hold her back from a fall until Mercury's strong hands took over, cupping Brandy's chest and pressing her body back so Mercury could complete her journey. She kissed all the way along the top of Brandy's glowing cock, tenderly this time, and then got back to work with her mouth. Brandy was mid-moan at the return of those velvety lips when her voice cracked as Morgan finally pressed into her. Morgan's dick wasn't the grandiose challenge of Brandy's and Mercury's, but that didn't matter. It still felt titanic as it pushed Brandy's ass wide open, stretching her out with such a fiery intensity her vision swam. Only the soft, loving licks of Mercury's blowjob kept her anchored enough not to begin spitting curses. Her faltering gasps for breath became a sharp, breathless cry as the head battered its way inside.

"There there," Morgan crooned, stroking the side of Brandy's ass in a slow rhythm as if calming a spooked animal. "It'll get so much better soon."

"Morgan," Brandy whispered her name, too short of breath to be any louder. The throb still hurt, her eyes clenched shut as she tried to bite it back. "I don't mind. Hurting for you."

She tried to push back, but she was pinned tight between the two women, held firmly in place as Morgan eased her thick dick deeper. Every inch was a new struggle; the pain never dulled, but slowly, it did become a pleasure that had her moaning again.

"Incredible ass, too much." Morgan trilled happily, "This is a treat for me, I couldn't handle this every night."

"You'll have to one day," Brandy said, her head full of aching pink fog. Pleasure and pain had mingled and just overwhelmed her. It was oddly just what she needed. Sweet love was lovely, and orgasms were incredible, but this was something new and fulfilling. She could understand Mercury a little tonight; her mild submission was a taste of something different, even if she wouldn't want this all the time. She wanted it right now. 

The blowjob helped a lot. New and very, very pleasurable. A sugary treat to make the ass fucking go down nicer. 

"I feel I could evolve right now," Morgan said with a groan creeping in, making her voice deeper than usual. It worked for Brandy; that husky rumble made her very bones tingle. "I'm a lucky bird tonight; I love you, Brandy. Not this ass, you."

"I love you, too, Morgan."

Brandy wasn't sure where her sudden tears came from. They weren't from pain or discomfort anymore. The cock buried deep in her felt so nice now, a thick, warm presence that filled her up and made her Steam Engine thunder along happily. They weren't happy tears either; she knew Morgan loved her, and they'd said it plenty enough. As the warm droplets splattered into Mercury's hair, Morgan must have noticed her trembling. She bent over Brandy's back and hugged her as she held that cock deep within her. Mercury had been trying to swallow the whole length. While she was nowhere close, she joined the hug anyway, arms wrapped around Brandy and squeezing into Morgan's feathers. 

"Hey," Morgan said gently, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are you okay?"

Brandy sniffled, wiping her face clear of the tears and taking a shuddering breath. She felt like an idiot, a few words of love she already knew about, and suddenly she was a teary mess. She'd never cried during sex before, and it felt ridiculous.

"Yeah," she croaked.

"I don't need sex to enjoy this," Morgan said, kissing the side of Brandy's ear. "If you want to stop, we'll stop."

"Don't," Brandy said, brushing her eyes with Morgan's offered wings. The feathers wetted to a shine as she dried her eyes. "Don't you dare, I just. I think it all just hit me."

"It's a lot," Mercury agreed, even though her mouth was stuffed with cock right now. A psychic message, given as her hand gently ran through Brandy's hair, a soothing action Brandy found weirdly odd coming from the overpowering Rapidash. "Be honest with her."

"I've always loved you, Morgan," Brandy said, "Your wit, your smarts, your focus. I adore you."

"Thank you," Morgan said, hugging Brandy tighter. That little extra grind of her cock making spots flicker before Brandy's eyes. Combined with the blowjob? So fucking good it was amazing Brandy could string two words together. "But?"

"I just didn't realize how much until you ... Arceus, I feel silly saying this."

"Do it," Morgan growled. "That's an order."

"Until you said you wanted me for more than my ass." Brandy blushed. "I've always felt you fighting for my affection, and I love all that performance. But just then, just for a moment. You were just you. Just Morgan. No act. No mask. No performance. Just bare and honest."

"And that made you cry?"

"Mmm," Brandy nodded, sniffing happily. "You're a lot to understand, and I've been trying really hard. But I think, for just a moment, it was all so simple. What you said was so nakedly you that I couldn't not cry. You're a cheat and a liar, Morgan."

"Proud of it," Morgan said, tapping the back of Brandy's neck. 

"Dam right. But just then? You were just brutally honest with me, and I believed you. I truly believed you when you said you love me."

"Yes. Yes, I do." Morgan said proudly.

"Well, fuck. Still makes me weepy how good that is." Brandy sniffed; the tears were falling freely again, and she felt stupid to be doing it. But with the bodies of two beautiful women pressed to her, both interested in her in an intense way. She could handle it. 

They let it linger a nice long while. Morgan hilted in Brandy's ass but unmoving. Every slight twitch of their bodies was pleasurable, and Mercury's work with her tongue was downright sinful. They smiled the tears out of Brandy until she had nothing left to give. Emotionally spent, but feeling so much better for it. 

"Hey," Morgan said when things had become so cozy it felt like her voice was reaching into Brandy's dreams to drag her back to reality. "Want to cum down Mercury's throat?"

"This cock doesn't do that," Brandy said, her dissapointment completely obvious in her tone. "Can't."

"Brandy! I am a cheat and a liar, and I can make the impossible happen. For you, I will."

Brandy felt the Foul Play Move take hold of her senses, and like a shell game, Morgan artfully swapped everything around with such swift, efficient strokes. Brandy lost track of what was real and what wasn't. She felt herself orgasm, and her mind struggled to tell if it was happening from her pussy or Mercury's gifted cock. Maybe it was both, it was so intense, and there was the wet sloppy sound of someone drinking cum, and a moan of satisfaction. Brandy couldn't possibly be cumming, but she felt it, a heady rush of euphoric pleasure like she'd had with Wren. An orgasm that didn't explode out into the body but instead drew everything in, dropping the world around her to one tiny white hot ball of ecstacy-inducing flame right at the base of her cock and feeling it rush out into Mercury's mouth. 

All a trick. Brandy was actually feeling Morgan's orgasm, her filling up Brandy's ass with a warmth that Brandy didn't notice because Morgan had made Mercury experience it instead. The great Murkrow liar had fooled both Brandy into feeling a true Pokémon orgasm and Mercury into feeling she was drowning in cum. She even spluttered, wiping at her face before the illusion faded, and she snorted with amusement. 

"Fucking black-feathered rascal," Mercury laughed and then gasped as Brandy squeezed her cheeks, holding her face between her fingers. 

"That's my partner you're talking about," Brandy said, still riding a euphoric high. "You'd best respect her."

"Or else?" Mercury said, her tone so very challenging. "What'll you do?"

"I don't need to borrow your dick to break you Mercury." Brandy smiled. "With Morgan at my back, you wouldn't last the night."

"And I am at her back," Morgan sighed happily, her head drooping over Brandy's shoulder. "I'd be happy to kick your ass." 

She tilted her head, her hat nearly sliding right off. "But I'd be happier for a cup of tea." 

Mercury wiped her mouth again, then snorted with amusement when she realized again the feeling of cum was all a fake, and she was clean. 

"You know? Tea sounds great. You two cuddle, I'll put the kettle on."

So they did. A warm bundle of feathers, sweaty flesh, dried tears, and sticky cum. It should have been an uncomfortable nightmare.

But Brandy felt right at home.