I Want To Lay the Very Best!

307 – Sit Back, Relax and Enjoy the Show

"Sunhat," Sparky said, plopping a huge floppy-brimmed straw hat onto Brandy's head. "Don't forget the shades."

Brandy tried to fight Sparky's hands for the sunglasses to put them on herself, but she was outnumbered. Sparky folded her arms over her chest as she slid a pair of shades onto Brandy's face and leaned in to kiss her forehead. Brandy did giggle at Sparky bumping into the brim of the hat she'd just put on, but she quickly adjusted to get under it and give Brandy a cute smooch.

"Good girl, you're going to rest. I'll go get suncream."

"My mom's a Volcarona. I don't get sunburn."

"Massage oil then, you're getting greased up by one of us, and there's no getting out of it. Don't leave that chair; I'll be right back."

Brandy wouldn't fight Sparky if she insisted on rubbing oil on her. A massage sounded pretty darn good. Rest and recovery had sounded like a miserable day's waste, but it had some benefits. Brandy was used to being the center of attention; it was not that she sought it out, but it was inevitable that a Trainer would become the star around which all their partners orbited.

Sitting in a deckchair, relaxing, and watching her team from the outside was a nice change. Her Compound Eyes let her see well enough she could see the beads of water from the shower still on Calcine's skin as she ran her fingers through Harper's feathers. It was the first team relationship that Brandy wasn't a part of. Harper seemed like a good woman; she had to be if Calcine was into her, but Brandy had barely exchanged a few sentences with the Swanna. It didn't matter. The smile she'd put on Calcine's face and the wing she'd lent Morgan last night made Brandy very fond of her anyway.

It helped that Calcine and Harper were ridiculously cute together. Calcine was very gentle with her, but Harper still tucked in under Calcine's chin and let the Carkol guide her body with light touches. A few strokes down her back, a hand on her stubby feathery tail, a brush along her shoulder. Calcine didn't even seem aware of how easily she handled Harper and stirred the bird up; it was just simple fondness, and that it perfectly hit Harper's desires was all part of how Pokémon types interacted.

Calcine was a Fire and Rock type, so she was almost comically weak to Water Types like Harper, but watching the pair of them reminded Brandy that weakness didn't mean you had to lose your confidence or your senses. Calcine was fully in control of her actions. She'd simply chosen to serve Harper and bring her pleasure, and she'd done it with that quiet, unstoppable intensity that few women could endure.

Harper had got everything she wanted from Calcine, and maybe even a few things she wouldn't easily admit because Calcine was nothing if not thorough. It'd turned the proud Swanna into a clingy, smiley girlfriend for just a little bit, and that was an impressive show of the kind of power Calcine could bring to bear just by being herself. 

As the boat lightly trembled from an engine firing up, Brandy smiled and stretched out her arms, wiggling her fingers in the sea breeze. It was a wave goodbye to Hulbury; they'd made a lot of good memories in this town, and despite the task Professor Joan had set them all on, more good ones were coming. Brandy didn't doubt it.

Those wiggling fingers proved to be too irresistible a target, as Brandy felt long fingers slide along her arms and then entwined themselves with her own.

"You finally inherited a hat," Morgan said proudly behind her. "Good brim on it, but the colors a bit lame."

"I think a big red hat would suit me," Brandy said, turning her head up so Morgan could see her grin. "The peppy firelight to your darkness."

"It would be cute, but sadly, it wouldn't match your maid dress," Morgan said. “We got them delivered freshly Recycled while you were in the Poké-center. I showed mine off to the Wing Gals. They got it so greasy I'm going to have to wash it already."

"Wing Gals? That the name of the Wingull flock you got following you?"

"Simple name for ladies with simple needs." Morgan laughed, "Harper's going to take a few of them with her to Unova to try out the fries there."

"They do have Wingull out in Unova, right?" Brandy said, pulling on Morgan's hands until she came around to grab a side hug. "I don't want to get a reputation for creating social disasters."

"I think your Wooloo work is more than enough to get you that badge," Morgan said, "But don't worry, we have Unovan Wingull. Just expect them to fight about what to call fries."

"Chips!" Brandy snapped, mock scandalized at Morgan.

"Kalosian Fries."

"I'll tell the Wing Gals you said that! They'll disown you."

"I couldn't let my girls down. Fine, chips it is, but I will say it sarcastically." Morgan said dryly as she slowly got comfortable kneeling next to Brandy, using her black wings as a blanket for Brandy against the sea air. The deck rolled beneath them as they got going. Calcine and Harper seemed to be wrapping up with a few goodbye kisses, Wingull cheering them both on from a nearby railing. 

"I panicked last night," Morgan said. "Seeing Harper made me wonder if we'd gone too fast."

"There's no right speed. Fast or slow, I'm happy to be with you." Brandy said, stroking her fingers through Morgan's feathers. "I don't want to smother you, but I won't let you drown either, Morgan. If you've got worries, we'll fight them together."

"I wish I could voice them." Morgan sighed, "It's just all such a tangle, and then something bottled up finally explodes, and I'm making a mess of things."

"So, make a mess," Brandy said, squeezing Morgan's hand. "Then we'll clean it up and try to make it better. Even if you can't get the words out, you're getting the feelings across just fine. I love you."

"Yeah, I know," Morgan grinned. "Enough to inherit off me. That coin bounce wasn't luck, was it?"

Brandy bit her bottom lip and smiled. "Want to see a cool trick?"

"Absolutely."

Brandy took off her sunhat and felt along the brim. It was a light thing and not the ideal shape for throwing, but Brandy felt that glowing coal of heat in her heart that was basking in the flames of her Steam Engine. Pulling it out into the hat was as easy as breathing, even if it burned up a little of Brandy's energy to draw that heat out. A downside to the skill was that it'd stop her from using it all the time, but it was still incredibly handy because it meant she could do stuff like this. 

With a flick of her wrist, the sunhat soared across the deck like a frisbee until the wind caught it, and it flopped up into the air. It landed perfectly on Calcine's head as she did her best to choke Harper with her tongue. Harper grabbed the brim and pulled on it to give them shade in their goodbye kiss, stretching it out long enough to show off that nice perk that Pokémon didn't need to breathe.   

"Lucky shot," Morgan snorted. 

"Super Luck," Brandy said proudly. "Cool ability."

"I'm a cool Murkrow." Morgan said, "And if you're showing off, then I think it's time I did my thing. Sparky! You got Wren's present?"

"You bet that and massage oil, which will also be necessary," Sparky said, and Brandy could hear the evil grin in her tone. The two of them had been conspiring, which rarely ended well for Brandy's dignity. 

"I'm meant to be resting," Brandy said weakly as a box was dropped into her lap. It was the size of a shoebox and wrapped in glossy black paper. Brandy already suspected what was inside, and it wouldn't be restful. 

"Physical rest," Morgan said, "I found a loophole. Now unwrap your present already. We all want to see it. Calcine! Stop choking my old teammate to death, and come see Brandy open the box!"

Brandy could feel her cheeks warming, and she was glad the sunglasses were at least hiding her eyes as she tore the black paper off the box.

Calcine walked over looking fabulous in her sunhat, hips swaying with an entirely deserved swagger as a swarm of white birds took off toward the mainlands while Sparky tucked in under her arm on the other side, leaving her entirely surrounded with no escape as she flipped off the box's lid. 

A short note was written in perfect cursive on top of the gift.

Thought we'd forgotten you? No chance. Have fun, and we'll kick your ass next time!

Branwen & Dinah xOxOxOx

Brandy reached in and pulled out the leather harness. The straps were all soft black lace, so delicate that when Brandy picked them up, they looked like they should snap, but the silvery D-rings that held them all together didn't even stretch the unnaturally tough fabric. It was a beautifully constructed harness, and Brandy knew it'd fit her like a second skin. 

She was less sure about what was attached to it. 

"I knew it," Sparky puffed. "What did I tell you all? Brandy's got a huge dick."

It was a dark art Dinah had woven to color the dildo, but it matched Brandy's skin almost perfectly. Touching it was odd, too; it wasn't attached properly, but Brandy could already feel through it, and squeezing her dick to pick it up was a strange sensation she wouldn't call restful at all. 

"That's your dick Sparky," Calcine said. "Well, the size anyway. It's thicker like Morgan's and has that firm line of my own. Did she make a composite of us all?"

"Team effort dick!" Sparky cheered. "Got to give it to Dianah and Wren. They know how to personalize their sex toys."

"I'm meant to be resting," Brandy swallowed. "If we start with this, I am going to break my hips."

"Brandy," Morgan gasped, "You think so little of me. Do you think I hadn't planned for that?"

Brandy turned to stare at Morgan, who had two Pokéballs in her hand and was grinning from ear to ear. 

"Sit back, Brandy; I've recruited a few volunteers to give us all a show and get this pleasure cruise off to a fine start."

"I'm meant to be relaxing," Brandy squeaked. 

"Oh, trust me," Morgan grinned. "After they're done with you, you won't be able to move a muscle."