I Want To Lay the Very Best!

43 – Letting Sparks Fly

Huddling under the umbrella together, Sparky had a strangely sharp gaze considering she got to stand in front of Brandy and rest her head on Brandy's chest. Calcine was trying to pretend the angry staring wasn't bothering her, holding out a hand in the rain, all glossy from her Rock Polish.

"You can't pout," Calcine said, bringing her hand back and watching the water runoff. She'd had the biggest smile for a long while now, and it just seemed to get bigger.

"I can!" Sparky said, squirming back into Brandy's chest. "You got two pretty women to suck your dick and a new Move!"

Calcine smiled even wider, and Sparky scowled even harder. Brandy just laughed at them. They were being silly, and she didn't have to take every argument they had dead serious. 

"To be fair," Brandy said, "Pip had already gone at you so hard it knocked you out. You didn't have a bad time at all today." 

Sparky blushed, a few crackles of electricity buzzing in her fur. "Pip's unreal, and it was terrific, but that's not the point! I missed out."

"No, you didn't," Brandy said, hugging Sparky. "You just got something to look forward to. I didn't get a lesson off her for no reason."

"Won't be two pretty women, though." 

Calcine shrugged. "Depends how pretty you think I am. I have to pay you back still."

Sparky spluttered, arms flailing as she waved at Calcine. "You don't. You don't!"

"I am honor bound to suck your dick. It's only fair and right."

"No!" Sparky blushed even harder, looking up at Brandy with big blue eyes. "Tell her!"

"Absolutely not Calcine."

Sparky breathed a sigh of relief.

"Got to be both of us, same time, or it isn't fair."

Sparky's squawk of outrage made Brandy's chest shake, giving her giggles. It was so nice to wind up Sparky for a change. Brandy could get used to it. She let her squirm for a bit before picking her up for a kiss, letting her tongue roll along her lips as her legs kicked in the air angrily. She was getting pretty good at them now, and Joltik anger couldn't last against the warmth of a cute kiss in the rain, eventually, her feet settling to dangle. Brandy put her back down with a puff, she was getting her second wind a lot faster lately, but Pretty's bouncing still left her muscles sore. 

"I want a new Move too," Sparky said, but she'd softened, just being petulant now. 

"I can't force it. Calcine got hers because she set everything up. She got her day. How about you get yours? That way, it's fair."

Sparky chewed her lip thoughtfully, the group trudging along the wet path as the rain beat down. Brandy smoothed her hand through the fur on Sparky's shoulder as she went dead quiet for an awfully long time.

"Ughhhh," Sparky growled, slapping her cheeks. "I can't think of anything off the top of my head! I just want to spend time with you." 

"How about I make it up to you both then," Calcine said. "I'll give you money to buy clothes, then let you go wild together. I can hang back. You can Ball me if it is less distracting."

"No!" Sparky said, "No, I'm not that mad. I do like you being around, you rocky deviant. I wouldn't make you miss out on Brandy dress-up. But you can't steal any double blowjobs."

"There's not going to be any of those while we shop," Brandy says, then pauses for a moment, thinking about her journey so far. "Probably won't be."

Calcine leaned over to whisper something in Brandy's ear, Sparky jumping to listen in but coming up short. 

"That's a great idea," Brandy said. "Let's do it. She deserves it."

"What? What is it?" Sparky kicked her legs up, jumping in Brandy's arms and making her stumble. "Tell!"

"It's a surprise! You'll find out, be patient."

Sparky wasn't patient and bothered them the entire way to the Poké-mart. It really was too much fun winding her up. 

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As much as they'd wanted to dive into the fun outfits, sensibility had won the day, and Calcine had taken Brandy around the outdoors store while she picked out some durable new clothes. Her raggedy outfit was a fun look, but on a wet and windy day like this, she'd catch a cold if she didn't fix it up. 

"I can't believe how much she loves cargo pants." Sparky says as she watches Brandy twist to look at her new pants once more. 

"Why not? There's so many pockets! It's great." She tugs on her new jacket. "And this one has a Wooloo fur lining and pockets on the inside. The best!"

"They're just not sexy."

Brandy huffed. She couldn't understand what Sparky was talking about here. Pockets were sexy. "Well, if you're the expert, what is sexy?"

"Skirts and stockings!" Sparky said, way too fast for Brandy's liking. "Especially if there's a gap between the two."

"Wouldn't I get cold?"

"No way, you'd be warmed by all the Pokémon hanging off you."

Calcine had gotten a drink and been true to her promise of hanging back, so the slurp of her sipping her drink through her straw partly disguised her snort of a laugh. Some weird fancy bubble tea thing, Brandy wouldn't have ordered something like that, but she was noting it for the future. Paying attention to her partners' likes was important. 

"Okay, I'm not getting out of here with a skirt and stockings combo. It's just not really my look is all?"

"What?" Sparky sounded scandalized. "You're like, all legs! You've never thought of showing them off?"

Brandy looked down at her pants, kicking her legs out. Sure, they were long, but she was a very tall lady. They kind of had to be. 

"No?" Brandy said, "Are my legs that good?"

Calcine sucked even harder on her drink. It was clear she was desperate to chip in on this conversation and resisting as best she could. 

"Unbelievable. You don't even know why you're sexy." Sparky groaned, "You're meant to be training us! How are you so bad at being human?"

"I thought you liked me because of my personality." Brandy flashed a smile, throwing her fingers up before her eyes in a goofy mascot pose. "You know, keen and adventurous?"

"No. No. No. That's why we love you, but that's different from being sexy! You remember Pip said Pretty loved tall girls, right?"

Brandy glanced at Calcine for help with this conversation, who gave her a very subtle 'go on' wave.

"Yessss?" Brandy said, tentatively wading out further into these conversational waters.

"And that means beautiful Pokémon can like tall girls. Right?"

Brandy blinked at Sparky like she was talking tongues. 

"Ughhh." Sparky mopped her face with her hand. "Impossible. Calcine, help me."

"Sparky likes tall girls. Also, long legs. And wants to see more of yours. Then get her head crushed between your thighs."

"Thanks, Calcine, you're a huge help," Sparky said, voice dripping with sarcasm. She poked her tongue out at the Rolycoly, who blew bubbles in her bubble tea at her. "Now stop talking again."

"So you want me to crush you with my thighs?" Brandy asked innocently.

"No." Sparky said, though she paused to think about it more. "Well, maybe a little, but I meant all the bits before that. I ... just ... how is this difficult? Are you doing this on purpose?"

"No! I just never thought of myself as sexy, is all. I've always been sporty, like, uh, rough and tumble. Not sexy? Girls didn't have crushes on me."

Calcine took Brandy's hand and gave it a comforting squeeze as Sparky took a knee and rubbed one of Brandy's legs. She pointed to a Pokémon walking by with shopping bags, raising the leg of Brandy's cargo pants. "Hey, you!"

The Pokémon blinked at them, though it was a little hard to see. She was almost pure white, and her features were a little hard to see on her face. She reminded Brandy of Remi, though human-sized and more made of a kind of ice cream than Remi's see-through green goo. A Milcery? They were rare but not unheard of locally. She smelled very sweet, too, which matched their usual description. 

"Yes?" the Milcery said, smiling at them. "Are you okay?"

"Behold!" Sparky said, rubbing her hand over Brandy's calf. "Legs! Aren't they good?"

"They're uh ... lovely?"

"Honest answers only please! Would you go for a human with legs like these?" Sparky said. "Hrm, Brandy, get your pants off. I can't show them off properly,"

"No!" 

The Milcery looked so confused, but she put on another brave smile and tried harder. "The legs are lovely. You've a beautiful pair. Are you asking me out? I mean, I can spare a quickie if you want! I won't say no to a pretty girl."

"Aha!" Sparky said, bouncing up victoriously. "See, she said you're pretty and wants to fuck you. You are sexy, can't hide from it."

"Mmm," Brandy nodded, "Um, how long would you need? We're shopping right now."

Sparky shocked her side, the crackle of electricity fizzing along Brandy's side and making her twitch wildly. "Ahaha, sorry, sorry! Thank you, Ma'am! That'll be all!"

"Horny terror," Sparky snorted as the Milcery walked off, confused and amused in equal measure. "So, what's the surprise you two are cooking up?"

"We're here." Calcine said, "You've been causing a scene outside for the past few minutes."

Sparky looked up at the shop, blue eyes lighting up as she saw what was in the windows of the boutique store.

"Wait. Are you getting me a collar? Oh, hell yeah!"