I Want To Lay the Very Best!

294 – Oh? You’re Approaching Me?

294 – Oh? You’re Approaching Me?

Saffira finished her dance by sweeping up Wren and kissing the life out of her. One strong arm supported Wren's back, bending her over until she was folded almost in half. Wren was so lost in the kiss that her arms dangled limp at her sides, and Saffira slowly swept her down onto the stage, neon paint smearing off her body and over Wren's tight-fitting bunny outfit as she ground their bodies together. The crowd was riotous at first, but as it continued, they all fell silent, basking in the moment of shared passion.

It wasn't just an act; the two trainers wanted each other, and they were pouring everything into that kiss. Flesh was squeezed and pressed, paint smudged as glowing kisses and lines from stroking fingers painted Wren. Even the music lyrics fell silent, leaving a heavy thumping heartbeat of a song pounding in their ears as they watched Saffira and Wren demolish each other.

"Holy shit," Holly whispered quietly as she tried to smooth her hair into shape. She had to know she'd be dragged into the show soon, and if passion like that awaited her, she wouldn't last long.

When they finally parted, Wren was cooked. The pupils in her eyes swirled as she flopped back bonelessly into Saffira's arms. The grey tips of Saffira's hair stuck to Wren's sweat-soaked skin, and with a grunt, Saffira lifted her up into a cradle carry and swished her around to show off her paint-streaked work. The crowd was still stunned, the show having stolen their voices. What could you even do in response to something like that? Applause and cheering seemed insufficient, so they just sat and stared, enraptured.

"You taste delicious," Saffira whispered, but the microphone caught it, so everyone in the club heard it. Brandy saw Mahi lick her lips, and she didn't need to be Psychic to read her mind. Wren would be very popular later on as they all got a taste to confirm that Saffira's tastebuds were right.

Saffira turned to face the crowd, her arms full of a happy, shaking Wren, and bowed. It was an acknowledgment and thanks, and the crowd came alive, finally free from the spell.

"Maple's next," Mahi said. "You two ready?"

"No?" Brandy said, patting Sparky's head. The Galvantula had gotten herself between Brandy's thighs and was having a lovely time getting her head squeezed as she nibbled at the fat there.

"Don't be soft now, Brandy. You and Holly are entering the arena together. Look after her for me."

Brandy looked at the blue mouse lady, chewing the ball on the end of her tail to try to calm herself. The upcoming test was obvious. This whole thing was to get her to evolve. Give her an impossible bait to resist and see if she could manage to restrain her lust anyway. It all made sense, but it seemed too simple for Brandy. Self-control was a fine thing, but every time she'd seen Holly, the Marill had been doing her best to give women pleasure. Losing her focus over it was a problem, but that gleam in her eye when she was making a woman cum. That was a pure thing, and denying it didn't feel quite right. Brandy didn't know the alternative, but she could start looking for it.

Reaching out a hand to Holly, Brandy rested it on the ball of Holly's tail and squeezed it. It was a little spongy, like thick rubber, and Holly shivered at the touch.

"Whatever happens. We've got this." Brandy smiled. "Just enjoy it; take it out on me if you struggle."

"Thank you," Holly squeaked. She took a deep breath, her chest puffed out, and her eyes closed. "We love Maple. I know we seem like a mess of a team, but we really love her to bits."

"We were going to call on you two," Wren said as Brandy advanced. "But if you're going to come right at us, these three Bunnies are ready to start the main event early."

Spreading her arms, held up by Saffira, still kissing her neck and along her shoulders, Wren called out to the crowd. "Are you all ready for a Trainer battle?"

Everyone cheered madly, but Brandy took one tall step onto the stage and then slapped her thigh hard enough that the clap shocked everyone to silence.

"You're not getting a Trainer battle," Brandy growled. "Because I don't see any Trainer's up here but me. All I see are three Bunnies Pokémon who need taming, and I've got a team ready."

Holly was hyperventilating, and Brandy was punch drunk on all the thigh squeezing she'd been getting. Her chosen team was a mess, but it didn't matter. Arceus herself couldn't have held Brandy back anymore.

Brandy cracked her knuckles as Maple swung down to her feet, landing with a light hop. Saffira flexed an arm, and Wren cooed as she was lifted by it, hanging off the muscle. They'd messed up; they'd wanted to set up some kind of teasing challenge, and they'd have gotten Brandy and Holly up there and made a show of tending to them. But that wasn't what Holly wanted. Her desires were large and out of control, and they wouldn't survive three Trainers who controlled the battlefield.

So Brandy was going to help her out her way. Flip the rules on their head. Change the game. Win her way.

"Are you all ready to watch three Bunnies get bonded?" Brandy said, cracking her knuckles. The crowd stomped their feet and screamed at the rafters in approval.

Behind Saffira and Wren, Maple raised an immaculate eyebrow, one hand firmly on her cocked hip.

"Brandy Joyce," she said, blowing on her blue fingernails and looking at them like her only concern was that she might soon break one. "You're kidding if you think you can win this. Do your worst."

"Oh fuck," Sparky laughed, "You should have not said that."

But she had. Now Brandy had permission. She took a step forward, and absolute chaos was unleashed.