I Want To Lay the Very Best!

6 – A Sticky Situation (18+)

Still coated in melted webbing, Calcine's warm fingers were stuck fast in Brandy's spiky red hair. The triumph Brandy felt bled out of her in a rush,  Calcine staring down at her with an unshakable grip. 

"Aha," Brandy tried to laugh but it died in her throat. With a nervous gulp, she gave the spit-shined cock rubbing up against her face an awkward half-kiss. Sliding her lips along Calcine's length with her tongue sticking out the side so she could tease at it, she noted a new smell in the air. Not strong; it was so light she wouldn't have noticed if it wasn't for the heat of it. A heated scent that warmed her nose and made her mouth water. An unusual softness was on her lips, and her tongue tip was making an impression on the black shaft, pressing in a little divot as it went. 

The transformation the heat had on Calcine's body wasn't clear from a distance, but Brandy had the best seat in the house. Her skin pressed against that impressive length; she no longer felt like she was being jabbed with a rock. Calcine muscles were still firm enough that you could have bounced Pokébucks off her, but Brandy felt a small measure of relief that a ravaging by a statue was now off the cards.

Capture would have been so lovely, Brandy had gotten a little fond of teasing Calcine, and it's a shame it was about to end. She wouldn't get lucky as she had with Sparky, Calcine had worn Trainers down before, and Brandy wasn't kidding herself that she was special. Sometimes you got fucked and had to take comfort that losing could still be a whole lot of fun. 

"Credit where it's due. You didn't do as badly as I thought you would," Calcine said, confident to the end. Brandy had her suspicions that Calcine was underselling Brandy's success from how her chest bounced. Calcine took big, slow breaths to regain her composure and settle her nerves. If Brandy could have stolen a few minutes more, she's sure she could have gotten a heated pant out of the Rock Pokémon. 

A shame. They'd put up such a good fight too.

Her Partner didn't look one bit concerned, of course. Sparky leaned in to chew at Brandy's earlobe, tucking her chin over Calcine's cock to get at her Trainer. Both ladies tried to pull away from her as she shook her head with cute little fake growls, but the glue meant the Joltik could torture them at her leisure. A little speck of hope stirred in Brandy's heart when she noticed that Sparky's bites showed she had more free motion than should be possible. Calcine's glued fingers ran through Sparky's straw-blonde hair instead of sticking to it. 

Of course! Like a spider doesn't get stuck in its web, Sparky must have been immune to her own. 

The ear worrying wasn't her being a pest; it was showing she could shake loose. If only Brandy provided a distraction. While on her knees, with a hard cock slapping against her cheek. 

Yeah, only one real option here. Maybe she could talk long enough to put off the inevitable?

"Well, if you have pointers," Brandy said, trying to pout to appear cuter in Calcine's grip. She wasn't very good at it, Brandy was an energetic tomboy through and through, and smoldering looks had never been one of her talents. "I'm all for doing better than I was. Am I taking it too slow? Goodness, should I fit that whole thing in my mouth?"

Calcine narrowed her eyes at Brandy, she might be burning with heat now, but she wasn't stupid. It was clear to her that some kind of trick was happening here. 

"You're delaying me, waiting for Incinerate to eat away at all the webbing so you can worm free," Calcine said. Her head held high with an imperious little smile at her clever deduction. 

Fuck that would have been a perfect plan if Sparky couldn't play as a trump card here. Brandy had to respect Calcine's tactical mind. Putting them both in a poor starting position didn't need quick thinking but escaping the webs showed sharp wits. Brandy took pride in her ability to think on her feet, at least when her mind wasn't all puffy with thoughts of getting hammered into a wall. She had to be confident her wits were quicker than Calcine's and she could give Sparky the moment she needed to get away. 

Brandy hoped they would be on the same wavelength here, and she wasn't just enjoying the view like the Carkol. She'd been watching from beside her statue, having formed a rough stone seat to sit on. Her head was cradled atop one fist and an elbow balanced on her thigh for support. That brilliant fiery cloak flowed behind them, casting a warm glow that lit up the chamber almost as well as the electric lights.

Wait. Was the cloak why the Carkol was so much smoother than Calcine? It must have provided her heat, so she was always as soft as a human, or at least a human who worked out every free moment they'd lived. If she could warm up Calcine the same way, then she might actually snatch victory from defeat here.

"Delay? Why I wouldn't dream of delaying you," Brandy said, drawing her words out in a blatant attempt to stall. "Why I'm more than eager to do whatever it takes to - ghlk!"

Calcine silences Brandy with typical efficiency, tipping Brandy's head back so she can line up her girthy dick and stretch out Brandy's lips around it. The pair had been denying her a proper blowjob as they'd made out around her cock, and Calcine had about enough of it. Brandy's head swam as she felt her tongue flatten out and the roof of her mouth getting scraped by a very firm and eager shaft from an equally firm and enthusiastic woman. Brandy couldn't hope to take every inch that required practice, and there'd be plenty of time for that later. She could at least work her tongue as best she could in the here and now. Writhing it in her mouth and bobbing her head to try to slather at Calcine, her heart beating fast with the hope that her work could give Sparky the distraction she needed. 

The grip on her head tightening let her know she was at least having some effect. Warm fingers massaged her scalp as it pushed her head down onto the cock in a slow but irresistible press. It wasn't an easy task. Brandy's jaw was forced wide and aching as it strained to make room. Her complete lack of experience in deepthroating gets carried only by her enthusiasm to try it anyway. She gave some wet choking noises as she tried to push her throat into service, making Calcine stop to look down at her with concern. Brandy put a hand around the base of the Pokémon's dick and kept going, sliding herself over the shortened length with a look of pure determination.

With all eyes in the room on Brandy's enthusiastic face fucking, it was simple for Sparky to untangle Calcine's fingers from her hair. Sparky bobbed her head back and fore with exaggerated care as she tried to wiggle loose. Even as she felt her matted hair slide free of the fingers, she waited, darting out and away only when she saw Calcine close their eyes. Calcine was far too gone to notice, mind drowning in the joy of some warm throat squeezing around her cock. Maybe a little envy was in the Joltik's heart as she watched the Rolycoly get her mind melted. 

Still, with her Trainer unable to give orders right now, she used some of her initiative. A web tossed to stick on the cavern's ceiling and fixed to the ground gave a tether line to get started on, and then she began to expand it from there. With a pouty expression that she wasn't the one who'd got to take that mouth first, Sparky span her web right behind Calcine.

Brandy did feel a little bit bad when she nudged her head forward to roll into firm abs, letting Calcine enjoy taking near all her throat. Calcine gave a panting breath with steam curling out of her lips as Brandy pressed her hands onto abs whose firmness sent exciting shivers up her spine. With a heavy shove, her bravery was rewarded with the Rolycoly going back with a panicked cry. Bravery was also punished because Brandy's hair was stuck fast to Calcine's hand. Brandy came right along with Calcine, the pair of them tethered together. The roof of her mouth got battered as she dragged herself off Calcine's length with spluttering coughs.

There was a mad tangling of limbs as the pair tried to use the other to avoid the web. All they succeeded in doing was ending up sprawled in it, tied up in knots as they dangled off the giant web. Sparky looked at them through the gaps in the strands with the biggest grin, her yellow fur crackling with amusement.

"If I bind you both, does that mean I'm the Trainer now?"

"No!" Brandy said, voice muffled from pressed up against a grey speckled arm, her eyes peeking out over the top of an impressive bicep. She wiggled in her position, getting some annoyed hisses from Calcine as the pair rubbed together, but it was no use. They were both stuck in this ridiculous position. She looked back to Sparky, eyes pleading. 

"Maybe you could be a sweetie and get my binding balls though? For the team."

"Trainer Sparky, off to catch them all!" the Joltik said with a cocky swing of her arm, sliding round the web to pick at Brandy's belt. Working her web-resistant fingers between one of the two remaining binding balls to try to work it free. 

The Carkol that had been watching them this entire clucked her tongue, white eyes bright as she mulled something over. She'd not interfered in the fight, but something about this stirred ideas in her heart.

Calcine was rumbling, steam pouring out of her mouth as her heated hands melted away the webbing, but even as the strands snapped, she found no escape. Her arms were stuck fast, and she couldn't bend them to use her hands to free the rest of her. All her shaking of the giant web to get an angle achieved was some crackling shocks. The jolts were a thrill for Brandy, who began giggling and cuddling in on the Rolycoly that was boiling over with frustration. Pressed against her like she was, Brandy found the heat quite pleasant to bask in. Like a near boiling hot bath that you'd only gotten used to, and now you were in the sweet spot to finally luxuriate in the heat. 

Brandy could be content and enjoy it while Sparky got her ball out. Sure she hadn't won this fight with heroic glory, but Brandy felt Calcine had run out of tricks. They'd snatched victory from defeat, and she was eager to seal the deal with a binding. 

"Calcine," a voice rang out, firm and defiant. The Carkol stood tall over the two stuck in the webbing, her cape swirling behind her as she held her hands in clenched fists by her side. She was trembling, feeling out her words with the care you'd take crossing a crumbling ledge over an endless drop. 

"Calcine, use Rapid Spin."

What? WHAT! What was it with Pokémon acting like trainers all of a sudden? This wasn't fair at all!

Brandy heard the snap of a web string as Calcine began to roll her hips, power summoned up far beyond the strength she'd shown so far. 

Then the whole world became a spinning blur.