I Want To Lay the Very Best!

"I got four arms. I'd be so good at steering the ship." 

Marina was being very patient with Sparky, who was literally climbing all over her. Not that Brandy blamed her; Marina looked hot as sin at the ship's helm, and a hot, commanding lady was total bug bait. The Lapras had dressed to match Maple's white Captain outfit, including the size of the outfit because she did not fit into it. Tailored holes in the back of the gorgeous gold-trimmed suit let the silver lumps of her corset poke out the back, perfect handholds for an excitable bug. The white mini-skirt was barely big enough for Maple; for Marina, it meant even the smallest of motions gave everyone a swinging dick to admire, and Marina had a really nice dick. Which Sparky clearly wanted a bit of. 

"C'mon," the bug said, "Let me have the Cap!" 

The white captain's hat wasn't coming off Marina's head. A rime of frost around the brim gave away that the Lapras had frozen it into her hair. Sparky might have four arms, but four noodly arms still didn't have much pull strength. Marina was enduring it with only the slightest of smiles on her lips while Morgan watched them both thoughtfully. Marina was getting Sparky worked up without lifting a finger. With ice in her veins, she could completely ignore a Galvantula using her as a climbing frame, and the less she reacted, the more excitable Sparky became in trying to break her. They were actually kind of perfect for each other. 

"Calcine," Maple said, "She's getting distracted again."

"Hrm?" Calcine turned to look at Maple, looking a little embarrassed at her inattention. She'd been watching Marina and Sparky play as well. Brandy appreciated the solidarity, as well as the blissfully warm hugs. "Marina is very distracting."

"I will undo my top buttons." Maple huffed, though she didn't seem that mad. They were complimenting her partner, after all. "Please drag your eyes away from Marina's pussy wrecking dick and lay some attention on my fabulous chest."

"I'm bigger," Calcine mumbled a little sullenly. "Right, Brandy?"

"Always bet on Carkol dick." Brandy nodded. "My girls are bigger than yours, Maple."

"I'd love to measure you both up and settle this," Maple said, slapping the table repeatedly with her palms. "Focus! Focus! Focus!" 

Brandy and Calcine both turned their gaze to Maple and, with an unspoken agreement, both just let the fire out, staring at Maple like she was a tasty morsel they could eat up there and then. She liked it, twirling her golden hair and biting her bottom lip. 

"See, now that's better."  Maple grinned. "Now, while Holly and Mahi stop us from sinking, explain what the heck happened."

The fight with Monique hadn't been that long, but it had been somewhat confusing with her powerful ability to muddle everyone's minds. To her credit, Maple quickly picked up on it; she hadn't been at the top of the class because of her good looks. Though if Brandy's Uni Course had been scored that way, Maple would still sit comfortably at the top of the table, with everyone else firmly under her high heels. 

Not that Brandy wanted to be stepped on by Maple. Just. You know. Metaphorically. 

"It wasn't a loss," Maple said, "But with those odds, it's kind of amazing that she lasted long enough to escape."

"She's beyond anything we've fought before," Brandy said, pulling at Calcine's hands to get them running over her body. The soaking she'd gotten from Monique and the heat from Calcine's body was fixing her quite nicely. "Gym Leaders pull their punches. This Milotic was going all out; even when we broke out of her opening attack, she had a super powerful defense ready."

"And before we could chase, a bunch of Wishiwashi tried to swarm the boat." Maple huffed. "I think she planned that too, taking our measure before running away."

That fight with the Wishiwashi had been a real mess. They'd managed to stop the glowing fish from coming together into their women forms. Brandy had been rather impressed by the power of the glittering Gilly from Mardi's team, even if they hadn't fought. She didn't rate her chances against several of them all at once. They were lucky Morgan was already building her Hurricane up and could keep them from coalescing, or Brandy would be getting fucked in a foot of water right now by some glowy, shapeshifting fish ladies. Which she would have enjoyed but definitely would have ruined her route to recovery. 

"I was baiting hard with Holly and Tess's help," Brandy said, a little shiver running up the spine at the memory of the Double Bunny Breastjob. "Which I think you are responsible for."

"I am not apologising for that."

"Oh no," Brandy said, shaking her head rapidly. "Never apologize for setting your bunny girls on me. I was honored."

"They're fond of you," Maple smiled. "Wasn't exactly a hard sell. Catch some of my type, and you can pay me back."

"Calcine has horns," Brandy said, brushing back the mop of black hair Calcine had to reveal the two nubs on her head. "That's your thing, right? A nice hard horn to grab onto?"

Maple gave Brandy an unimpressed stare, but Brandy just let it bounce off her. She knew Maple was down bad for the horns. It didn't need her confirmation to be true.

"Speaking of hard," Brandy said, flicking Calcine's horns with a click of a fingernail on coal, pushing the conversation back to Monique.

"Yeah, she's really ruining that skirt." Calcine huffed. "Look at her strained against it, shameful."

Jealous Calcine was adorable. She got a kiss on the chin and a free pass to stare daggers at Marina while Maple and Brandy sorted this out. 

"Speaking of hard," Brandy repeated. "Monique's a bit out of our league. Seven moves is kind of crazy."

"It's a quirk of Wild Pokémon." Maple said, "Bonded Pokémon refine their Move sets to fit their partner's styles and needs. But a Wild Pokémon's Movesets just grow to suit their own needs. Mercury's got really strong because she sees herself as an Alpha Pokémon."

Alpha Pokémon were an old myth of Wild Pokémon who were even bigger and better than their sisters. Nobody had ever seen one, and they were probably just particularly powerful Wild Pokémon. Stories from Humans back then weren't very reliable because they were too busy getting their brains railed out all day and night to leave proper records beyond some mushy love letters about their favorites. 

"Monique's super broad powerset must be because she feels she can handle anything," Brandy said, and the approving nod from Maple gave her a brief bout of the warm fuzzies. Approval from a peer felt good. "Are we trying to capture her?"

"You wanted a Pokémon who'd challenge you. Monique would fit the bill." Maple said. "I've just added Tess to the team, and I think she'd feel horribly overshadowed if I grabbed Monique. Tempting as it is, Tess still needs a bit of confidence building. There'll be other powerful Water Types for us out there. I can pass on one."

So Brandy had a free shot at Monique if she could capture her. Did she want her? She'd no question be a powerful team asset; her Alluring Voice was a strong Soft Move, and her Water Moves would finally plug the Rock Weakness in Brandy's team. The issue was more emotional. Brandy just hadn't learned much about Monique in their fight. The Milotic thought she was undefeatable and smug about it, and that was it. Proving her wrong wasn't much of a basis for a relationship. If she was a watery version of Mercury, even if Brandy could get her to spill her guts, it might not end up with a bonding at the end. 

"We should give it a shot," Calcine said. "It'll be good practice if nothing else. We know there's a Gardevoir and Gallade team in the tournament, and they might not even be the worst of it. More practice fighting monstrously powerful Pokémon will be good for all of us."

"I want to put the girls through their paces," Maple nodded. "Okay then, so we're going for her. What's the plan?" 

Prideful. Convinced she can't be beat. Smug. How did you get the attention of someone like that?? 

The answer lay not far away. 

"You're just mad at how good I'd be at driving this boat," Sparky growled as she was held upside down by the ankles by Marina, who was cheerfully keeping the boat on course with her free hand. She didn't look the least bit bothered at having to do it that way. "But if you're going to put my head level with your dick, then I guess I can do some work while I'm down here. Sheesh." 

"We're going to ignore her," Brandy said, "Sail on as if nothing happened."

Morgan tipped her hat in approval, and if the bird thought her plan was sound, then Brandy knew she'd hit on a good one.

"Batten down the hatches," Brandy said, wiggling back into Calcine's warm embrace. "It's going to drive her absolutely insane." 

"The ship doesn't have hatches!" Sparky yelled. "There's nothing to batten." 

Brandy didn't reply. There wasn't any point. Marina found a really effective way to shut the bug up right after.