I Want To Lay the Very Best!

27 – Just Desserts (18+)

Sparky looked about Brandy’s room for only a hot second before asking, “So, where’s your actual bedroom?”

“This is it?” Brandy said, confused about where this was even going. Probably a joke.

“This? But it’s so ... tidy,” Sparky said, waving to a room that wasn’t that different from any other woman fresh out of finishing school. A few posters, a single bed, and a desk with a few books piled up on the side. As normal as could be.

Brandy didn’t have the energy to punch Sparky’s arm for her cheek, so she just leaned in and nipped her neck instead, the Joltik rubbing heads as her body tensed up.

It was a very tidy bedroom, not because Scoria had a few days to clean it. Brandy had always kept her home neat, mainly because if she didn’t, there were consequences, and her Poké-mom got creative with punishments. Probably her bug nature finding a healthy way to express itself. Scoria wasn’t really a ball of mischief like Sparky was. She saved her teasing for the mothers of Turrfield, though that just made Brandy wonder if she was like Sparky, only teasing people she fancied. Or was she more restrained because she was older? It was hard to imagine Sparky ever being restrained.

Calcine was examining the posters on her walls. Brandy really wished she’d had the forethought to take them down now.

“You’re a big Arawn and Caral fan?” Calcine said as she looked at the Meowstic and Kubfu posters, the pair of them in a twin embrace with a Red-Capped Trainer who was blushing so hard the skin blended into the hat. It was an infamously sappy team romance book series, about as basic as you could get. They’d tried to make a few movies of them, and they’d all been terrible, mainly because they’d cut all the juicy kissing stuff out to focus on the plot, and who was reading those books for the plot?

“I thought they were cute, yeah.” Brandy said, then gave Calcine a smile. “I mean, now I know there’s way cuter Pokémon out there.”

“Cute?” Sparky giggled and slid her hands under the edge of Brandy’s top, sneaking it up as she pattered her fingers over Brandy’s stomach. “Yeah, I’m sure that’s why you liked it.”

“Hey, I was very innocent,” Brandy said. “You can’t prove otherwise.”

“Uh huh,” Calcine said as she inspected the other posters. “And what about this one?”

She pointed to a poster on the opposite side of the room from the one with Arawn and Caral. This poster had a much taller woman on it, muscled with shark teeth and slicked-back hair, grinning madly as she lay back, floating in sparkling water. She wore a blue and white bikini, and ‘wore’ was a very charitable term.

“Wow, that’s crazy. Who put that there? I’ve never seen that before.” Brandy blushed.

“You had the hots for a Water type?” Sparky gasped. “Calcine, she’s got it out for you! You should watch your butt.”

Brandy moved to hide the poster as Calcine stared at her, but Sparky pulled her back, holding onto her exposed waist as the bunched-up top half of Brandy’s shirt squeezed her chest.

“No escape!” Sparky said, “Unless you’re exhausted? I don’t mind waiting longer.”

Calcine sighed, shaking her head. Brandy raised an eyebrow at that. Why would waiting tonight really bother Calcine? Through the embarrassment, Brandy tried to think about it, like Lea had recommended. Calcine and Sparky fought a lot, but they came together when it counted, and they had a friendly rivalry over her. So why would Sparky losing out again bother Calcine? A sense of fair play?

Brandy chewed her lip as she let Sparky play with her stomach. There wasn’t a lot of muscle there to get at, but what was there was a nice squeeze. Her grades at school had never been excellent, but she’d adored track and field. Being outside was her favorite hobby, and she’d taken any chance to explore what bits of the town she could. It gave Brandy a lovely runner’s build, and Sparky seemed to enjoy the feel of it, making happy little clicks with her tongue as she finally got to get Brandy in her hands.

She could rely on directness. Calcine seemed the sort who’d appreciate it.

“You okay, Calcine?” Brandy said, “You seem put out.”

Calcine waved Brandy off. “You’re fine. I’ll go with whatever you decide.”

Non-committal. So clearly, Calcine had an opinion on what Brandy should do, but didn’t want to force her. Sparky was popping off her shirt buttons, Brandy’s arms getting pulled back as Sparky slid the shirt off her.

“I’m still exhausted,” Brandy said, and she felt the deflated breath of Sparky on her back. “But I want to be a good Trainer, and I need to learn to build up my stamina.”

That didn’t seem to light up Calcine’s eyes, so it wasn’t her commitment to being the best Trainer she wanted, though she’d really said such after the Gym battle. They were in this for Brandy, all together.

All together?

“Oh shit, I get it now,” Brandy said, shoulders sinking. “Sparky! Come here.”

Brandy raised her arm to let Sparky slink under, then got the Joltik in a hug, planting her face against Brandy’s bra as she kissed the top of her head. “You have been volunteering for the hard work all day.”

“Me?” Sparky said, burying her face between Brandy’s chest. There wasn’t much of it to bury in, but it was enough! Their constant teasing about her being flat was only partially true.

“Yeah, you and your self-sacrifice. Taking on the Wooloo in the Gym, offering to miss out on the threesome.”

“To avoid Honeycrisp!” Sparky said, voice muffled. Brandy didn’t need the bond to tell it was a hollow protest.

“Psh, as if you always rush to help. I’ve noticed.” Brandy said, stroking Sparky’s fur mantle.

Maybe not as quick as Calcine, but she’d got there. Calcine was trying to hide a smile, but she couldn’t hide the radiant glow of her eyes. She went over to sit on Brandy’s bed, which wasn’t small for her but was undoubtedly going to be a tight squeeze for the three of them. Her Poké-mom had thrown a bunch more pillows on it; no shock there that she’d seen all this coming.

Brandy pulled Sparky over to the bed and sat down next to Calcine, Sparky kissing her neck as Calcine wriggled out of her stolen shirt. She filled them out better. The poor buttons were struggling, and she caught Brandy giving her some side-eye.

“What you looking at? I’m not a Water type.”

“Well, nobody’s perfect,” Brandy smirked as she rolled her head against Sparky, who was peppering her neck with kisses. “We’ll have to see if Evolutions can compensate for it.”

Sparky giggled, squirming in Brandy’s arms until she helped undress the Joltik. “Haven’t even thought about mine! Have you ever seen a Galvantula?”

“Not in the flesh. I saw one in a book?” Brandy said, poking Sparky’s sides. “You going to handle an extra set of arms?”

Sparky cupped Brandy’s chest and squeezed, making the Trainer groan low enough to make Sparky squirm with pleasure at the rumble of Brandy against her body.

“Only need one set of hands for now.” Sparky licked her lips. “But you’re going to turn out to be a lot to handle, so I’ll get to put the second set to good use.”

“Can’t find anything else for them?” Calcine laughed, stripped bare on top. She took a knee to help slide Brandy out of her boots and battered cargo pants. “I thought Lea taught you some new tricks?”

“She did! I know you’re dying to know what,” Sparky grinned, leaning forward to kiss Brandy, their tongues tangling as Sparky poured out some of her pent-up energy.

Brandy moaned as Sparky’s tongue fizzled against hers. The sensation tingled through her and helped push away some of the exhaustion in her bones. A little jolt to get her started, or maybe she was just getting a horny second wind.

Calcine put a hand on the back of both Sparky and Brandy and pushed them together like she was making her dolls kiss, the pair of them mumbling in the messy, tongue-filled kiss at her. “Just happy this finally happened. If you dragged this out any longer, I was going to have words.“

Brandy’s mouth was too full of tongue to reply, so she just patted Calcine’s thigh, a few claps on Calcine’s shorts, and then brushed her hand up to tug at the edges. Calcine doesn’t make it easy, mixing in a few hugs as she helped the pair really go at each other’s throats.

“In the future, how about you check with me before you accept Sparky’s help? I don’t speak as much, but now I got a chance to get a word in. I don’t want her to do all the hard work.” Calcine flexes an arm, which Brandy always enjoyed looking at. “Share the appreciation around some.”

Sparky reached out to flick Calcine’s chest, finger dinging off the hard breast. Sparky shook her finger, her multiple blue eyes dipping into a bit of a squint at Calcine. Brandy snorted in the kiss and extracted herself with a gasp of air. “Doofus”

“I forgot we had Miss Hard Tits here,” Sparky said, sucking her finger to stem the pain of hitting something hard. Brandy took it off her, taking Sparky’s finger in her mouth and sucking on it.

“Oh, fuck. “ Sparky shuffled in Brandy’s lap, breath getting more heated. “That’s hot.”

“She’s used it on better things.” Calcine leaned back to let Brandy finally hook her shorts off.

“Not the best, though. I’m bigger than you,” Sparky said, justifiably cocky. Brandy could feel her hard length rubbing against her stomach. Sparky might be short, but she really compensated.

“For now, I got two evolutions to your one.” Calcine huffed. “You’re just enjoying a head-start.”

“You’ve not seen a Galvantula for real either! Oh, ho, ho. I am going to blow all your minds.”

Brandy pinched Sparky’s cheeks, her chest rolling as she took a quick breath. “Arguing is lame. You want to win, show, not tell! So you going to show us what Lea taught you?”

“Absolutely, and guess what, after I show you this,” Sparky pushed Brandy back onto the bed. She kissed down her chest and along her stomach, knees thumping on the ground as she got her head between Brandy’s legs. “You’re going to owe me so much you’ll never pay me back.”