I Want To Lay the Very Best!

215 – Just Can’t Keep Away

The crowd cheering outside the walls was getting uproariously loud as Brandy chased her opponent around the pool. Wren was cackling like a maniac as she hung onto the back of her partner, two of Dinah's arms holding her legs still while the other two used webs to grab deckchairs and umbrellas and sling them at the rampaging Brandy.

A lot just ended up in the pool. Dinah didn't have the strength to throw them that hard, but a few swept over the wooden decking and flicked up at Brandy. Sparky and Brandy ducked around it as best as possible, but every dodge slowed their progress to catch up with their opponents.

"Go high!" Brandy said as one of the sun umbrellas bounced their way. Sparky pounced off Brandy's shoulders and scrambled over the top of it, making it slam into the floor. Giving it a good and hard kick, the umbrella pinwheeled off the pool's surface, skimming past Dinah's slowly sinking Wooloo suit. It splashed at Dinah, who threw up her arms to protect her eyes.

"Making an awful mess for a pair of maids!"

"You're the one's throwing things!" Brandy huffed. "Let us catch you, and I'll show you how nice I can be."

Dinah responded by slingshotting another deck chair at Sparky, who webbed herself up to it and kicked off the top, getting some nice airtime before landing lightly at the edge of the pool with a graceful twirl, her tassels flicking in the air as Brandy caught up with her.

"How'd you do that?" Brandy said, "Your webs worked. Why didn't she just break them?"

"I felt them tingle when they got near her. I think she can only control threads near her." Sparky quickly tested the theory by catching another sun umbrella out of the air with her web, tossing it aside with a flick of her wrist. "So I can't shoot at them, but I can go near."

"We're working your Moves out!" Brandy called across the pool. Arceus, that pool was turning out to be so annoying; she didn't have a way to cross it, and Wren was using that to keep this fight a ranged one. Which should have been perfect for Sparky, but if Sparky was right, Dinah's thread control gave her a perfect defense against Sparky's webs. Worse, Dinah was mimicking Electroweb, using it herself and not even using it to full effect! Her aim with the thrown items was absolutely shit, bouncing off the soap-bubble like shield around the arena. 

 "Pretty, tall, and smart!" Wren called back, her head on Dinah's shoulder. The pure white Galvantula flipping her off with her free hands. "Brandy, I love wearing your look, but I don't know if I can live up to the pressure."

Brandy balled her hands into fists; the compliments were getting to her worse than taunts would have. She wasn't going to be shown up by an imitation! She just knew if she could get her hands on Wren, she could make her squeal. The Steam Engine in her heart was hissing, and spluttering, the fire in her veins all charged up with nothing to release itself on.

"Plan?" Sparky said as she fired a stream of little yellow bugs over the pool. It just didn't have the range of her Electroweb, and they all tumbled into the water, kicking their legs in panic as they tried to swim before disappearing. "I'm all for making out if you don't have one."

"I'll make out once we got her. We have nothing to anchor on to make a web slingshot. We can't trip them, and if we try to bridge the pool, Dinah can just break it when we try to cross." Brandy folded her arms momentarily, letting Sparky field the thrown items while she thought.

Okay, it's time for some Calcine solid logic. Getting at Wren was the goal, but why was it a problem in the first place? Wren wouldn't win by running away the whole time, and she wasn't doing much damage. There were really only two reasons to be playing this silly game: she was learning more about how Brandy worked, or she was scared if Brandy caught her, she'd win early and was trying to drag the time out to the first bell so she could bring out another from her team. Either way, it suggested Wren was not confident she could win in a straight-up encounter. Brandy had to force it somehow.

Brandy ducked to the left as a gob of electrified webbing flew past her. Dinah was using all four hands now, trying to shield her attacks with thrown objects. Her aim was still terrible even with the extra time to pick her shots, and as long as Brandy could see it coming, she had no trouble dodging.

It was like on the train when she'd been catching Morgan's playing cards out of the air. She could tell where things would go and was more than fit enough to move fast to get out of the way. Sparky's eyes gave her fine web control that the Mimikyu's copied Move simply didn't have. She just needed something to shoot, but there wasn't anything. Just the pool, a few things to throw that wouldn't do much damage, and Brandy, who Sparky wasn't strong enough to throw. 

Dinah tossed a wet umbrella their way, Sparky fielding it with her own web shot and throwing it back to crash off the arena shield, bouncing off with a spray of water. 

Bouncing off. Those shields were see-through, but they were also solid. 

"Got an idea," Brandy said, "But we need them to throw a lot of stuff at us, pile it up on our side."

Brandy picked Sparky up to whisper the rest of the plan to her, then got to do her part. Spreading her arms at the pair standing on the other side of the pool. 

"Okay, we're not getting anywhere. So how about this?" Brandy twirled, letting her skirt fan out and catch the air. The crowd gasped at it, and the announcers squawked excitedly. Sadly, Brandy couldn't hear what was said; it would be unfair to have the commentation aired in the match; they might end up cluing people into things they didn't know by accident. So all the sound outside sounded scrambled, powerful but unintelligible. You had to wait until you watched a replay to hear what they said. But Brandy knew her thighs were good enough to get a few choice comments. 

More than good enough to catch Dinah's eyes. 

"You've seen my outfit, but you've not seen all of it. You actually hit me with something. I'll show you the bits you haven't seen yet."

"Underclothes?" Dinah said, clapping her double set of hands together, Wren scrabbling to hold onto her back. 

"Maid bras," Wren bit her lip, "Can I see some tummy with it? I love how spry your body is; I feel I'm in for a treat."

Did Wren get a little benefit from her Disguise inheritance? She wasn't as quick or tall as Brandy, but she might have gotten a tune-up to get closer. It was a pretty cool inheritance if that's how it worked; it was flexible in a way most weren't. 

"Bra?" Brandy laughed, "You think we skimped on this outfit? You know we can do better than that."

"Maid lingerie," Dinah said softly, in a tone that sounded almost religious. "Holy fuck, I need it."

"Wait, this has to be a trick," Wren said, but it was no good. Dinah was already fired up, all four arms outstretched and webs firing from fingertips to stick to almost every bit of furniture on their side. Dinah's Galvantula costume moved like a whipcord, bonelessly snapping back and then surging forward to give the push to send a death wave of deckchairs Brandy's way. Brandy ran back to the pile Sparky had been assembling and began scaling it as plastic chairs rained behind her. Sparky was cackling as she webbed them out of the air, hauling them in for Brandy to grab and add to the pile, making a small tower to climb about ten feet above the floor. It was pretty damn shaky, but they only needed it for a few moments. 

Sparky shot a web into the wall on their side just above their heads, then blasted another across the pool, flying over Dinah's and Wren's heads. Dinah jumped to try to touch it, but tall as she was, she was still short by a few feet. 

"This is going to look so fucking sick on the replay," Sparky cackled as she clambered up Brandy, tossing a length of webbing to her before bouncing off her shoulder to grab her improvised zipline. She flicked herself up to get atop it and tightrope across. Brandy got a firm grip on the bit of webbing she'd been given and jumped, throwing it over the top of the zipline and grabbing it so she could ride it across the pool, legs kicked up to keep her moving. The webbing hissing as she slid down it at speed, Sparky hopping over her as she passed.

"Dinah, stop staring at her outfit and move!" Wren was panicking, tugging at Dinah. "Mimic Agility and hop up. No, wait, use uh .... oh no ..."

Brandy came down on them like an avenging maid angel; her skirt billowed out like a parachute to show her panties as she dropped and crashed into Dinah, wrapping her legs around her torso. A body made entirely of Sparky's silk made for a wonderfully soft landing, Brandy's body squishing Dinah's like it was a stress toy. All four arms flailed as she tipped over, falling back on Wren. 

"Nope! Rescue time!" Sparky dived off the zip wire, webbing Wren and sliding her out of the way of Dinah's tumbling body. Right into Sparky's falling body, the pair crashed together and bounced across the floor, bodies entwining as they rolled together. 

"Got you! Finally," Brandy said, pinning the struggling Dinah down. It was challenging but not impossible. Dinah had four arms, but she didn't have a lot of strength about them. Her body had give to it, like an overstuffed beanbag; whatever black goo made up her body couldn't act as a suitable replacement for muscle. It was so soft, though, and the pure white of the Galvantula's skin was beautiful in its own way, the mouth and eyes the only glimpse of Dinah's dark, glossy body underneath.  

"Dinah, Wood- aaaaaah!" whatever Move Wren was calling out was cut off by a trembling wail. Sparky had sunk her fangs into Dinah's shoulder, and the Bug Bite coursed through her system, making her twitch with delight. The dry orgasm wasn't as satisfying as a real one, but the suddenness of it was incredibly debilitating to a body that hadn't gotten worked up yet. Wren had the breath robbed from her lungs as she rubbed herself against Sparky, who was more than happy to grab her right back.

"Plush Brandy," Sparky said with barely restrained glee. "Squeezable Brandy! Thick Brandy! I'm spoiled. I'm so spoiled. This is the best."

"Ha! Better than the real thing?" Wren gasped, hugging Sparky for support as her body twitched. 

"You wish," Brandy sniffed and turned back to Dinah, who was exploring her maid dress with all four hands. "Like it?"

"It's so beautifully made. I thought you'd struggle to move in it, but it's almost a part of you." Dinah was lost in her craft, fingers tracing along the seams where the outfit met skin. Her wonderfully soft silk fingers did feel really good as they traced lines around Brandy's body. One hand slid under her skirt and traced along her thighs, not even exploring that deep. But the promise they offered, with four hands? Brandy had tingles. 

"I can't believe you made a whole Galvantula costume in seconds," Brandy said, "You copied this dress for Wren, didn't you?"

"We couldn't resist; you looked so gorgeous; nothing we could have put together would have compared," Dinah said, trying to get Brandy's wrists with two hands. Brandy pushed them back, pinning them down as she leaned down on Dinah. She had two more arms to use but was enjoying squeezing and stroking too much to use that advantage. "I saw your panties as you slid down on us. A little lace on them? You're so cute."

"She's a terror," Sparky said. She'd stuffed Wren's face between her breasts and was stroking her fingers through her borrowed red hair. Electric pops raced along Sparky's skin and made Wren twitch, but she hugged harder each time to steady herself as her sensation kept ramping up and up. Sparky was a terror herself up close; she could unmake a woman in moments. 

 The bell was bound to sound soon, but Brandy could delay it and get more time for Sparky to build up an advantage if they entertained the crowd and judges. She had to do something showy and exciting while Sparky had just worked Wren into a moaning puddle, and she had the perfect idea. 

"I could show you my outfit, Dinah," Brandy said, kissing along the cheeks of the silk Galvantula, "But don't you want to get hands-on? Tentacle on? I'm not sure how you work. You can possess costumes, right? Can you possess them when they're on a person?"

"You want me to leap into your clothes?" Dinah laughed, "You don't want that. I'm a wriggly mess. You want a pretty Galvantula to fuck." 

"I want you," Brandy purred, squeezing Dinah's cheeks. "You're incredible and exciting. Show everyone what you can really do. Get in here with me, and get familiar with what's underneath." 

Dinah looked conflicted, tense at the idea, but thrilled, too. She clearly had body issues, and Brandy was having none of that. Dinah might not be human-shaped, but she was adorably enthusiastic about clothes. Coupled with Wren's fascination with people, the pair had been afraid to get near Brandy, who'd brought an incredibly, if she was honest, incredible body to match. They were weak to what Brandy had, and trying to copy her hadn't saved them.

"Dinah," Brandy stared unwavering into her pitch-black eyes. "I want the real you. I think you can do things to me other Pokémon can only dream of. Get in here. You've been eye fucking this dress the whole night."

Brandy grinned. "Try me on for size."