I Want To Lay the Very Best!

211- My Favourite Taste is You

Brandy had two Joltik sitting on her legs, each claiming a thigh and leaving her drowned in yellow fur. That one of them was merely a Ghost Pokémon wearing an incredibly well-made Joltik suit should have made this weird, but it didn't. She felt like Sparky, and Brandy liked feeling Sparky. She had squishable curves and soft fur and squeaked in the cutest way when gripped nice and firm. Dinah's copy was so good it felt like she had two Sparkys to herself right now, and Brandy loved it.

She wasn't the only one. Sparky's fear of the Mimikyu faded in the face of an even more potent desire. 

Wanting to make terrible jokes. 

"You're so fucking gorgeous. I don't think I've ever seen a hotter Pokémon than you." Sparky said, reaching across to run her fingers through Dinah's fur. "Brandy, doesn't she look hot?"

"Hottest Joltik I've ever seen," Brandy said, digging her fingernails into their sides. The illusion faltered a bit there. Dinah was ever so slightly softer to the touch than Sparky; it was like she had a bit more fat on her bones. It wasn't unpleasant, but whatever the Mimikyu on the inside was, it didn't have quite the same sturdiness. "I can only imagine how big her dick is."

Sparky snorted while Dinah covered her mouth with her hand to hide a laugh. The Mimkyu's disguise might be near perfect, but she couldn't change her attitude. She looked more lustily at Brandy's dress than at Brandy, using her close position to run her finger over the frills and seams with an absolutely adorable, breathless, wide-eyed wonder. Brandy had known she'd get a lot of eyes on her for using the Maid Dresses as her team's outfit, but Dinah looked like she'd happily fuck the dress even if Brandy weren't in it. 

Not that she wasn't enjoying Brandy being in it, pressing it with her finger to judge the fit and humming happily when she saw how well it clung to her body. Wren just had the biggest smile as she watched her play, giddy at how much fun her partner was having.

"I don't think I've seen her get it this bad," Wren said, sipping her glass of water. "And I've tried very hard to get her though."

"The black and red banquet dress with the pleated hem and the sewn-in corset?" Dinah arched her back and shivered in delight. "You should see it, Brandy; I was drooling."

"She wanted it to be the team outfit, but I wanted her to at least look at my opponent." Wren laughed, "I was worried I'd have to fight that blue and pink-haired lady in the killer suit. Dinah was looking at her like a well-cooked steak for a while, but I got an even worse matchup with you."

Brandy had found Wren an easy listener when she was pretending, but now they'd gotten past that, it turned out she was also really pleasant to talk to. For a pair that'd openly tried to deceive her, it was kind of impossible to hate them both. Dinah was just adorable with her interest in clothing, and Wren fully supported her for it. How could Brandy hold a grudge against that?

"How's Sparky's maid outfit?" Brandy asked Dinah. It was honestly pretty charitable to call it a maid outfit, more a figure-hugging one-piece in the black and white maid colors, with cutouts to show off her curves. "I'd love a professional opinion, and you are wearing it right now. Kind of."

"The real thing is better," Dinah said, leaning over to grab one of the white straps on Sparky's leg and pull it, letting it snap back with a satisfying 'thwack.' Sparky made a keening noise that Brandy usually only got out of her when she was pressing her into the dirt. "Ooh. I'll have to remember that for the fight. I think the bows really pull it together, makes it look a cute kind of sexy and not just shameless."

The blow bows with eight dangling ribbons, so they looked like pretty little spiders were cute. No question there. 

"I've just realized," Wren said, shoulders slumping. "Your whole team is going to have these dresses, aren't they?"

"I think you've learned plenty enough," Brandy laughed. But it was pointless even to deny it, Wren knew, and Dinah was practically vibrating on her thigh in excitement. "Your whole team isn't fashion-obsessed, are they? I'd apologize, but if I get a benefit out of wearing this thing, then I feel I'm owed it. It's a lot to swish about in"

"No, they've all got their own thing." Wren said with a wistful sigh, "Some people find Ghosts really intense, but I love them for it. They have a reputation for loving things too much, but is that really so bad? Is there anything you'd bare your heart completely for, Brandy?"

"My partners," Brandy answered right away. It was an obvious answer, but it was also true. "I've done a lot for them and still think I'm not doing enough. It's hard with three, balancing everyone."

"Hush," Sparky said, leaning her head on Brandy's chest. "You spoil all of us rotten. I couldn't be happier."

"You absolutely could," Brandy said, stroking the back of Sparky’s neck. "And I'm going to put in the work to make it happen. Promise."

Wren nodded along enthusiastically to Brandy's response as she loosened the top button of her lab coat. Wren looked hot, massaging her coat collar to get some airflow going. Brandy really wanted to know what was under it, but Wren hadn't budged on keeping it on until they fought. If Dinah had a hand in it, and she definitely did, it was going to be something special. 

Sparky looked happy, not in her usual impishly mischievous way but content, while Dinah pawed over her costume, trying out the give in the fabric and getting her fingers along the seams. Brandy enjoyed the feeling of them both softly squirming in her lap, and Wren just seemed to enjoy watching them, her scribble-like red eyes bouncing around excitedly as she took it all in. 

"So, at risk of spoiling this lovely moment, what did you mean I'd be your new obsession, Wren?" Brandy asked, "Should I be worried?"

"No," Dinah chipped in for her, "Wren is obsessed with Trainers. She became one just to meet them, though she'll never admit it."

"Maybe a little worried," Wren said with a smirk as she flicked her fingers at Dinah to hush her. "I'm going to get my hands on you later, and I'm looking forward to that a lot."

"Brandy likes kisses on the inside of her thigh." Sparky said, "And when you suck the back of her neck. She really loves that."

"Don't tell them my weaknesses!" Brandy bumped the top of Sparky's head with her chin. "You're the worst."

"One more Sparky," Wren said in a rush, leaning in so close she almost fell off her barstool. "I can fulfill requests for one more fact. What do you want?"

"Well, I am an expert on Brandy Lore; you came to the right Bug. You got any Pokémon good at squeezing?" Sparky asked innocently, "I've got a weakness for a good firm press by a tall, fit woman. That's my obsession."

What a cunning little Bug Brandy had, tempting Wren to spill a bit more. Brandy would let her play this one out; she didn't mind if Sparky taught Wren how to get her Steam Engine boiling harder; it'd just give her more strength to win. 

"Oh, I've got one that could press you into a ball," Wren said, leaning into Sparky's ear. "And she'll do it too. She'd love to put a bratty little bug in her place."

Sparky's eyes widened, and she swallowed thickly. "Love this team." she said softly, "Brandy's real love is showing people a good time. Just lay back and let her fuck you into a blissful coma."

"Sneak," Wren said, biting Sparky's earlobe. "Encouraging me to lose."

"Oh, you'll feel like a winner, though." Sparky grinned, tugging against the bite. "Let Brandy take care of you, and you'll be the happiest you've ever been." 

"Tempting," Wren said, looking at Brandy past Sparky's face, just the very tops of her eyes visible. It made her look shy again, softening Brandy up a little. "Eager to please is very good. Is that why you became a Trainer, Brandy?"

"Yeah, Brandy," Sparky said, staring up with those big blue eyes. "We've never asked you that. Why did you?"

Now, that was a question. Why had Brandy become a Trainer? 

She loved Pokémon, always had. The Moves, the looks, the personalities. It wasn't about the sex or that she found them hot, though that certainly didn't hurt. Pokémon were fascinating, and the idea of helping them grow stronger had been exciting. When she'd started, she thought she'd become famous, a big name that could tame any Pokémon and be in the history books.

A dream that had lasted about an hour, maybe, and then Sparky had fallen in her lap, and everything had changed. She really would do anything to see this Bug smile.

Expect tolerating her awful puns. There were limits.

"I think," Brandy faltered and took a breath. Ran it through her head one more time. It felt like a question that deserved a serious answer. "I think I'm still working that out. It's complicated."

"Yeah, it is," Wren nodded. "You said you loved your partners a lot. I'd say that's a good start for any Trainer."

"It really is," Brandy smiled. "I love them. They mean the world to me. But it's not just about that."

"Every Trainer always has a bit more to it." Wren nodded. "Wanting them to grow stronger, or wanting them to excel at a skill. I want mine to be able to share their joys with me until I can love them just as much. See things like they do, share their passions."

"She won't," Dinah said, kicking her legs. A Sparky who was earnest without any jokes felt a little off, but it was still sweet to see her smile. "Nobody ever fully understands a Mimikyu. But Wren's trying really hard, and she lets me dress her up in the best ways."

What did Brandy do that made her partners feel like that? It was obvious really, if she stopped thinking about just herself. 

Because it was never about herself.

"I see what they can be and want them to get there. I have a bug who treats herself as a big joke, but she's a big deal to me. Star of the Team, the greatest Joltik ever, and that's not a joke."

Sparky covered her face, trembling against Brandy's side. "Not funny."

"Not meant to be," Brandy smiled. "It's the truth."

Wren's face lit up, biting her bottom lip so hard it turned white. The sincerity of the moment was doing something for her. Was Brandy going to have to fight her with painfully schmaltzy honesty? Was that the secret to melting Wren?

Because she could do that. She'd have to hope Morgan and Calcine forgave her when they got hit with it without warning.