I Want To Lay the Very Best!

301 – No-Win Situation (A touch of 18+)

Brandy was a beautiful, sweaty mess.

She'd tried to outlast Saffira, Maple, and Wren, but this wasn't like Mercury or Sharpy, where she could find a trick to win. This was pure skin-on-skin pounding, and her body didn't have the inheritance to handle it. Her body had been pushed to the limits, a curling ball of fire rolling in her chest as her Steam Engine kept running on the last fumes of her stamina reserves. Her brain was a pleasant fog of simmering bliss; there was a point where the orgasms stopped being body-racking explosions of joy and were more like slowly pouring water onto hot coals. The smothering heat of their bodies and the cocks rippling against her insides gently shook apart any coherent thought Brandy could muster. Maple's sweet perfume mingled with her sweat to form a heady scent that Brandy was slowly getting addicted to. The cheers and catcalls of the crowd had all mingled into a noisy thumping in Brandy's ears, drowned out by her own furious heartbeat. Every ripple of Maple's cock over her tongue left Brandy shivering; every heavy thump of Saffira's monster had her toes curled up tight, and Wren, with Dinah's help, was taking Brandy's pussy apart with meticulous precision. 

Complete sensory overload. There was no way to plan through that. Her body was moving on instinct to work out muscle aches; no commands were being sent, no grand strategy planned.  

Brandy had given it her best, but her best wasn't good enough tonight.

They'd had visitors on the stage, not that it had provided any relief. The bunny trainers' teams came up to steal kisses and rub bodies together. Mahi snacked on Maple's moans while Marina raked cold fingernails over Brandy's trembling body. Calico had dived under Brandy to tease her trainer with kisses and praise so endearingly honest it'd made Brandy's ears burn, while Ceridwen had used Poltergeist to pepper Brandy with invisible kisses as she floated around the show. Nova had left a nice firm red handprint on Brandy's ass, and Tansy had just ruffled Brandy's hair and encouraged her to keep it up. Poor Mumbles had gone to pieces even approaching them. Sparky was lying down on her front, making a sandcastle out of the melted pool of her sandy body while watching Brandy with mischievous blue eyes. 

Her partners were not providing any help. Brandy expected Sparky to be a brat about this, but Calcine hadn't moved from her seat. She sat there, laid back like the club queen, and watched with burning white eyes. It was hard to tell if she was watching to see if Brandy could do it or waiting for something. She had mentioned Brandy wasn't ready for her Coalossal form yet. Was this a test for Calcine? A chance to measure how much Brandy could endure?

That should have spurred Brandy on, but she had nothing to dig up. She'd burned it all trying to wear down the other Trainers, but even with their inexperience with having a dick between their legs, it was three against one. Saffira alone could have pounded Brandy into a dent in the ground; the woman was a physical powerhouse, and while she wasn't skilled at all with her cock she was more than making up for it with sheer hip-pounding effort. But combine her with Wren and Dinah, who knew Brandy's body intimately because they'd both worn it recently, who knew exactly which spots needed tender rubbing and which needed a firm press. With the ability for that tentacled dick to do all of it at once? It was just too much for Brandy. She felt herself giving in to the pleasure. It was so hard to stay upright when your whole body was jelly, and Brandy had been fighting the urge to lay flat out for some time now.

"Brandy." Maple's voice cut through the exhaustion like a hot knife.

"You can rest if you want," Her warm hands were stroking Brandy's cheeks, and she could feel the faint tremors in her throat as Maple struggled to keep her thrusts in check. "It's okay, you've done well. You don't need to push yourself any further."

"Maple's right; you've done a lot for us, and we're proud of you," Dinah whispered right into Brandy's ear, sending shivers down her spine. "We're always going to be proud of you, so if you wanna call it quits, we'll understand."

"Give me ten more minutes." Saffira managed to groan, and the others laughed at her stubbornness.

Ten more minutes. Ten minutes of Maple's cock gently caressing her tongue and stuffing her throat. Ten minutes of Dinah's soft body cradling her insides with exquisite care. Ten minutes of Saffira's monster pounding her to the peak and back with artless ease, leaving Brandy shivering and panting with every thrust.

Saffira might as well have asked Brandy to reach up and grasp the moon. That would have been a more reasonable request. She felt a tidal wave of exhaustion rushing down upon her, the sound of the club becoming a dull roar, her vision swimming as she drowned in a barrage of pleasures. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't hold out any longer. There was only one thing left to do.

Brandy gave up. 

Her limbs fell limp, her muscles loosening up, her mouth dropping open, her hips slumping down and allowing Wren's cock to bury itself entirely into her. Letting go felt so good. The sweet noises of the Trainers around her enjoying her body as they lulled her off to sleep. She watched Sparky as she went, a tiny thread of guilt at not giving her all the attention she deserved tonight. Watching her blue eyes, not upset at all, twinkle with amusement as she let Mumbles sand drip between her fingers. She looked so amused. Like she knew a joke and was waiting for the punchline. 

There was nothing rational left of Brandy, but a tiny part of her, instinctual by now, began to vibrate in a panic. The innate fear of a Bug lying in the sand with a sly grin on her face was a tiny drop of ice water in Brandy's veins. What did all those eyes see that everyone else didn't? 

Brandy's vision was blurred, but she called on the Compound Eye and tracked exactly what Sparky was staring at. It wasn't Brandy. She was looking Brandy's way, but she was looking past her. Sparky was lying on the temporary beach that was Mumbles, so whatever she saw was up in the rafters, and since Ceridwen was currently teasing Wren, that left only two people it could be. 

"Finally," Sparky cackled, "The whole gang is here."

Morgan and Harper dropped from the ceiling like two descending comets. Light and Dark flowed around Brandy. Feathers and claws brushed along her body, a dizzying sensational mix of the softest down and sharpest knives. They used Brandy like a table, elbows on her as they leaned over to give each other a quick peck of a kiss, and then Harper dumped what felt like a whole lake onto Brandy's back. 

Her Steam Engine growled weakly at all the water it'd just been soaked in. It was only half-fed without heat to boil it, and it stirred out some weak pumps of energy from an exhausted mechanism in response. It was still enough for Brandy to refocus and listen to what Morgan was saying.

The crowd booed her intervention. Morgan grinned like a maniac, preening her black feathers at how she'd stirred up their anger.

"I'd like to make a bet!" Morgan said, holding up a silver coin. 

There was more booing, Ceridwen especially loud. This had meant to be Brandy versus the Bunnies, and the crowd wasn't having any of this Murkrow intervention.

"Ah, ah!" Holly called out. "Settle down. What's the fun of a fight if there isn't a little chaos? Brandy's team would feel awful if she lost without their help, and I will make sure everyone leaves happy."

"I'm not happy!" Ceridwen yelled. 

"Then how about I rig the odds for you, our wonderful ghost witch?" Holly said, pulling her tail around to use the wet ball as a microphone. "Morgan wants to do a coin flip, but I bet she wants a fifty-fifty chance to win."

"That is how coins work," Morgan said with a bow. "Heads, Brandy gets rest and care from her team for a few minutes. Tails -" 

She didn't get to finish as Holly swung her tail and bopped Morgan with the ball, water splashing all over her figures. 

"Heads, Maple swaps herself out for one of us. Tails, Wren, and Saffira both swap with two of us." Holly said, "Morgan gets her chaos. We get our fun!" 

The crowd loved that idea, people yelling out they should be subbed in. Even some of the strip club staff were clamoring to be picked.

Well fuck. That didn't help Brandy at all. Swapping in fresh Pokémon just meant she was extra screwed. Even Tess, the Nidorino she'd fucked into a near coma, probably had enough wind back in her sails by now to finish Brandy off. Morgan was going to twist this back. She always found a loophole.

"I accept."   

Or Morgan didn't have a plan. She was fucked. 

"Trust her," Harper said, stroking Brandy's cheek. "She wants to do the impossible for you."

Brandy butted her cheek against Harper's hand. The nerve of this Swanna, Morgan might want to defy the odds, but this wasn't a game that could be won! 

"You can't let her toss the coin," Ceridwen called out from the crowd. "She's got a trick. She'll lose it. Or swap it out." 

"Me? Cheat?" Morgan gasped, "Never. But fine, it's Brandy's fate. Let Brandy toss it."

Brandy's hands needed to hold onto Maple's thighs right now, or she'd collapse, but Holly seemed to know this, swiping the coin off Morgan and rolling it between her fingers. "Okay, everyone, we're doing one toss, and there'll be no complaining about the result or who gets picked!" 

Maple's team was cheering for her to win as she'd obviously pick one of them, and Wren and Saffira thoroughly drowned them out in response. Calcine just shook her head with amusement at it all from her seat and blew a kiss at Harper, who swanned off to meet her. Well, Brandy couldn't blame her for going. Calcine was pretty irresistible.  

"Okay, and no complaining about the result now, Morgan! You wanted this." Holly said as she turned, and baseball pitched the coin right at Brandy's butt, aiming to bounce it off one cheek and up into the air. Brandy tensed for the impact, and as the cold slap of metal was felt against her skin, she felt something stir behind her Steam Engine. A thin tendril of warmth, quite unlike the usual heat she had in her, raced along her skin to sink into the cool metal of the coin. 

The whole crowd hushed as they watched the coin spin through the air, but Brandy didn't need to turn to see it land. She knew exactly what it was going to be. The outcome wasn't in doubt. 

There was a clink as the coin bounced once off the wood panel of the stage and then a ripple of metal taps as it bounced to a stop. There was dead silence as people waited for it to settle. 

"Fuck me," Ceridwen groaned. "She can't keep getting away with it."

Morgan's laugh echoed. It was the happiest, most carefree sound Brandy had heard from her in a long time. A mad, joyful cackle, wings spread and head held up to the air as she reveled in the chaos she'd just caused.

"Unbelievable," Maple said, roughly gripping Brandy's hair. "Look at what you both just did."

Brandy already knew in her gut, but as she was drawn off Maple's cock and her head turned to look, she gasped for air as her gut was proved right. 

The silver coin shone on the wooden stage, and against all odds, it stood tall. Neither head nor tails.

Perfectly balanced on its edge.