I Want To Lay the Very Best!

209 – A Lapful of Bran

It'd been so long since Brandy had seen the grin that oozed self-confidence, at least in person. She hadn't been able to entirely ignore Mercury's habit of sending them filthy videos, especially when her partners were such enthusiastic fans. The rainbow-haired Rapidash's stool was creaking under the combined weight of herself and the Woman she was balancing on her thigh. One arm around Brandy's opponent, while the other held a cocktail glass with far too many umbrellas in it. The long waves of glittering purple and cyan hair shimmered like a rainbow as they wafted down the Trainer's body. Even sitting, Mercury could look eye-level with Brandy, almost seven feet of raw power supporting some gorgeous curves.

Mercury was intimidating, but she was also painfully hot to look at. She'd lived as a Wild Pokémon for years, and women fell for the Turrfield legend so easily. Brandy didn't blame them; she just had so much going for her. Gorgeous, confident, and fucked like a train. It was hard not to be a little excited to see her again, even as their inconclusive last match and inevitable rematch hung in the air. Was it going to happen right here and now, before the tournament?"

"Brandy Joyce," Mercury said. She had a voice that just grabbed you and pulled you in. Even Sparky was briefly stunned by it; whatever joke she had come up with was dying on her tongue as Mercury's pale blue eyes roved over her. "It's good seeing Sparky standing so tall. Leading the team even. It has been a while."

Brandy wasn't about to just put up with Mercury's games entirely.

"What are you doing here, Mercury?" Brandy asked, arms folded to help keep her breath in check. "This is way too big a coincidence."

"Judging the competition," Mercury said, stroking a hand down the front of the Woman in her lap. The purple armband identified her as Brandy's opponent, though she looked stunned. Her glasses were slightly askew, her lab coat half peeled off her shoulders, and her long waves of black hair tangled up. She seemed pretty happy at least, giving Brandy a sly smile as she noticed the Trainer's attention. Mercury's voice was a husky purr over the top of her head. "You know I love a good challenge. Where better than a tournament to find a Trainer who can finally handle me?"

"You just happen to be judging the tournament Maple and I joined?" Brandy asked, her face flat as Mercury patted her free thigh. After a quick look at Sparky and a nod, Brandy took the offer, pulling herself up by Mercury's wonderfully firm bicep and getting comfortable on the free thigh. "I don't need to be a mind reader to tell you're up to something."

"I may have mentioned it to Maple. I know that girl can't resist a challenge." Mercury smiled, offering Brandy a sip of her drink. It was surprisingly sour, not in a bad way, just a shock to the tongue that left it a little fuzzy. Sparky would probably like it. She loved sours. "I saw her walking about. She's standing very tall with that Lapras on her side, I'm glad she's doing well for herself."

"Brandy knocks some sense into her now and then," Sparky said, looking at everyone piled onto one chair and jumping to flop herself over the thighs of the two Trainers, sandwiching them between Mercury and herself and wiggling her butt suggestively as the barstool groaned under the combined weight, a mischievous buzz backing her voice. "Can shock some sense into you, too, if you want? Oh, but you have to judge the tournament. I can't kick your ass right now."

"So confident," Mercury put down her drink and got a handful of Sparky's hair, pulling her head up so she could glower down at the bug. "You think you can take me?"

Sparky arched her back like a cat, showing an exhilarating level of flexibility as she stretched her body up to kiss Mercury's nose, a crackle of electricity snapping in the air. "Don't try to out-brat me; I'm the brat queen."

"I'm far too busy admiring Brandy. Those eyes sparkle now, and you're looking so perfectly toned." Mercury pawed Brandy gently like she was checking to ensure she wasn't a fake antique. "The curves are good, and the Maid dress. Oh, Brandy. You're spoiling me this time." 

"Fascinating," the lab coat-wearing Woman said, putting a hand on Sparky's butt. The bug wiggled happily at the attention. "You both seem so fearless. It sounds like you have a history. I've only just met Mercury; she's so interesting, isn't she?"

Interesting was certainly the word for it. The last time they had met, they'd had a mud-wrestling sex competition, and Brandy had nearly broken herself on Mercury's dick. Fuck. She actually did miss Mercury a little. The sheer challenge of her was exciting. The soft squish of her huge boobs against the back of her head and the feeling of firm thigh muscle between her legs was pretty damn endearing too. 

Still, Brandy wouldn't let her off easy for pulling hijinx like this. 

"She's a menace that tries to fuck the life out of every pretty lady she meets," Brandy said. "But if you're down for that, she is genuinely a quite caring person."

"Brandy Joyce, you will ruin my reputation," Mercury huffed, "Branwen, don't listen to her. I will hammer you into a bed until the legs break and leave you feeling sore in places you didn't know you had. That's a promise."

Branwen? Brandy was Turrfield, but that sort of name came from the deep, deep south of Galar. Where every Woman had a Wooloo lover and the only things they ever worried about were if it'd rain enough to water the fields. It always did, but they had to find excitement where they could. It was an idyllic place where basically nothing ever happened. A Tournament Trainer bubbling up from that place was a novelty. Maybe she was a Wooloo specialist? She certainly looked overwhelmed straddled on Mercury's thigh, though perhaps that was down to the fat cock pressing into her leg. 

"Call me Wren." Branwen said, "All my friends call me that or Bran."

"Bran and Brandy," Sparky said, head perking up. "Double Shot of Brandy."

Branwen laughed cutely, covering her mouth with her hand. "I think she's a head taller than me sorry, but I'm glad you find me pretty!"

"You're a babe," Sparky said earnestly. "I love that labcoat; it shows off your chest. You're lucky as hell."

Sparky wasn't wrong at all. Mercury's roving hands pressing on the labcoat helped to reveal Branwen's outline a bit, a pleasingly plump woman with a chest you could drown in. She looked impossibly soft, like you could melt away in her lap. Sparky was certainly enjoying her thick thighs, shaking her butt to encourage Wren to pet a little firmer. It got so bad that Wren had to push her down with both hands to stop her slipping off, which made Sparky groan lewdly. The pawing got so bad Wren accidentally pulled a bit of Sparky's fur right out, blushing a bright red as she looked down at the moaning Joltik in horror. 

"Don't worry about her," Brandy laughed. "She loves a little bit of rough play. You know how Bug types are. At least this is the best one in all of Galar."

"Look at you two getting along so fast," Mercury said, pressing them together. Wren was every bit as soft as she looked, and she stared up at Brandy, who was easily a head taller than her, with hungry, innocent eyes. Damn, Brandy was going to feel almost guilty fighting this girl. She just seemed so sweet. "I'm looking forward to your match; you're my favorite so far."

Brandy didn't believe that. Sure, she'd fought Mercury to a draw, but she'd seen a Trainer with a Gardevoir and another who looked like she could solo the Gardevoir with sheer self-confidence.

"Oh, stop," Wren blushed. "I'm no match for you, Ms. Mercury. I doubt the pair of us would dent your appetites."

"My sweet little Wren, tempting me to make a liar of you so early?" Mercury grinned as she stroked a hand between Wren's legs. Wren stiffened, her breath quickening as her whole body shivered. Brandy's special eyes caught how that tremble wasn't one of fear or even an overwhelmed reaction. It was a practiced preparation, like a Purrloin ready to pounce. Was Wren just being polite, or did Mercury do something to her head? 

It was certainly odd. Hadn't she had a bit of Sparky's fur too? Where had that gone? 

"As much as I'd love to ruin all these wonderful holes in my lap. It has to wait. I've got a tournament to Judge."

"And I'd top anyway," Sparky said smugly. "I'd love to see you bite a pillow."

"I'll make you eat a pillow and enjoy every bite," Mercury growled, giving Sparky's neck a firm massage. "And then you can choke on something else."

"Fuuuuck," Sparky whimpered. "Brandy, help, she's being hurt." 

There was no helping Sparky's desire to be twisted into fun shapes. But Brandy wouldn't let Mercury slide on out of here. 

"You didn't say how you got here!" Brandy said as Mercury tipped them off her lap. "I still don't believe this is just a coincidence!"

"I've been taking good care of Maple, trying to build her confidence. I may have suggested she come to this."

"And you knew she'd drag me along."

"Oh, is that how you joined?" Mercury smiled sweetly, "What a coincidence. I'll see you both at the competition." 

Mercury ran a thumb into Wren's mouth, stretching her lip back. Staring down at her from on high until Brandy could practically hear Wren's heart thumping in her chest. "Maybe I'll see some of you after it too."

Fucking Psychic types. They are far too good at getting humans to do what they want. But Wren's eyes were practically burning with lust as they watched Mercury go, swishing her ass like she was trying to knock people over with it. 

"You fought her to a draw?" Wren asked complete disbelief in her eyes. "She'd take me apart."

"It wasn't exactly easy," Brandy said, chest swelling with pride at the implied compliment. "She's eager about her rematch. I think I fired her up."

"Well, I wasn't expecting such a tough first round." Wren smiled. "You want to meet my partner?"

"Yeah," Brandy nodded. Fully expecting the Wooloo it was going to be. "Where is she?"

"Oh, she's been looking for you!" Wren whistled, "You'll love her. She's perfect."

"No one's as perfect as me," Sparky said as she rolled over, angling for a tummy rub, her blue eyes glowing mischievously. "I'm one of a kind."

Brandy saw Wren's partner approaching with a sway of her hips, her head leaning to one side with a cocky grin. Unbelievable. There was no way. 

"Sparky," Brandy said, tipping her head up. "You sure you're one of a kind?"

Sparky's blue eyes blinked madly as a copy of her blue eyes winked back at her. A yellow-haired menace bent and blew Spark a kiss. 

"Holy shit, Sister!" Sparky squeaked excitedly, "You're dating a Bran, too? They're the best, right?"

"Everyone needs a nice bit of Bran in their diet. You've good taste." Branwen's Joltik grinned. A broad, toothy smile that made Brandy's spine tingle. There was something ever so slightly off about it. It didn't look wrong, but it felt wrong in a way Brandy couldn't quite finger. A creeping unease that something about this situation was ever so slightly out of place. 

Mercury had said Branwen was a liar, and something about Wren and her Pokémon just felt weird. So what was it? Why were Brandy's instincts screaming at her? 

Psychic attack? Some Bug trick? 

Wren was watching Brandy out of the corner of her eye, her smile sweet, but her gaze was more intense than a fully worked-up Calcine.

Branwen was up to something. Brandy had until their match started to find out what.