I Want To Lay the Very Best!

271 – Caught in My Web

Like the sharks they were, Blahaj and Sharpy were circling their prey.

Brandy and her team hadn't made it easy for them. Sparky's webbing was thickest near her, a crackling electric floor ready to snarl up on anyone jumping them. Sharpy already had a few webs trailing off her, and while she was far too strong to go down from just that, Brandy had seen her being knocked out by Sparky's Electro Ball. She had a limit on what she could take. The webs were great, and while Calcine's trenches weren't slowing them down as much as Brandy had hoped, it did limit the angles they could attack from. They'd have to jump over one to get at Brandy, and they were both wary of being caught out while in the air and unable to maneuver.

With Sparky and Brandy at the center of the beach they'd made, Calcine was outside the web ring trying to duel with Sharpy; a few bite marks along her shoulders were glistening with clear poison. It was making her sluggish. A few of her flaming punches didn't even come close to the nippy Mega Sharpedo. Still, with fire and rock in her blood, the poison wasn't putting her down as quickly as most Pokémon. Blahaj was trying to keep Morgan on the back foot. The Murkrow's ability to burst into feathers and teleport away made it an impossible task to win, but Blahaj was persistent and just followed the feathers and jumped her again when she reformed. It was wearing Morgan down. She was breathing hard, and her feathers were getting matted with sweat as she got increasingly worked up from the close contact with Blahaj. Something about her touch was getting all kinds of groans out of Morgan; it had to be her Rough Skin inheritance at work. She was dangerous to be close to if you wanted to keep a cool head, and Sharpy would be the same.

It's a good thing Brandy's plan didn't require her to keep a cool head—quite the opposite.

"You're enjoying this way too much," Brandy said as Sparky ran her hands over Brandy's body.

"Damn right, I am. I've got two new limbs. I can squeeze twice as much of you. This is the best." Sparky replied, two hands massaging Brandy's butt as the other two slowly applied sticky, fizzling webbing to her skin. "I know you're loving this too."

Weirdly, she was. Her brain just couldn't accept that Sparky had four hands now, so every extra squeeze or rub was a wonderful surprise. The thick fur around her wrists also tickled at her skin pleasantly, and the fizzing web she was coating Brandy with sent pleasant shocks through her body. Brandy's body was growing increasingly sensitive, and she was panting softly by the time Sparky finished coating her thighs. A job that took a long time because she kept licking before applying the webbing.

"Helps adhesion," Sparky said after Brandy began hopping from foot to foot. "You have to let me work."

"No, it doesn't, you evil little liar."

Sparky stopped, big blue eyes staring up across Brandy's web-coated body. "Little?"

"Sparky! The others are fighting for time; finish up!"

"Make me," Sparky growled. "Should be easy if I'm so little."

Brandy was not going to give her the satisfaction of winning this particular argument, so she just took a step forward and put Sparky's head between her thighs. Sparky gave a delighted grin, and her tongue slipped out to lap at the web-coated skin, each lick an extra strong dose of skin-tingling pleasure. Brandy's knees wobbled as her muscles began to twitch. She grabbed hold of Sparky's hair for support, pulling her head harder into her thighs as the fizzing and tingling built up even higher from the contact with all that static-charged fur.

Brandy had to grit her teeth not to moan from all that power rolling around between her thighs. She'd never live it down.

"Don't think this is encouraging me to go quicker." Sparky giggled. "But I like it."

"I'm not squeezing any harder until you're done."

Brandy didn't expect to be tipped over, but Sparky had an incredibly good grip on her, and she leveraged it to flick her right over onto her back. She absolutely mauled Brandy's thighs, kissing, licking, and nibbling with wild enthusiasm as all four of her hands helped finish up the work of coating Brandy's skin. Brandy couldn't stop herself from moaning; it was all just too much. Being pressed everywhere, coupled with the gentle buzz from what was basically a white silken bodysuit, it was doing things for her.

"I'm done," Sparky announced, grinning down at Brandy as she held her legs spread.

"Good," Brandy said breathlessly. "Good girl."

"None of that good girl stuff," Sparky hissed. "You crush me with these thighs right now."

"Gladly."

She wrapped her thighs around Sparky's head and pulled her in close, squeezing tight. She worried she'd gone a little too hard when Sparky's body went limp, but then she felt Sparky's tongue lapping at her with a tiny, content buzz in the back of her throat.

"We need to do this more," Sparky said, her voice all muffled. "It's been such a good week."

"It has," Brandy sighed, relaxing back and letting the happy moment drag on as she kept up the pressure.

Then everything went dark, a cloud of black feathers flowing around Brandy and Sparky before coalescing back into Morgan.

"What the fuck are you two doing?"

"Planning?" Brandy said, embarrassment flushing her cheek as she pulled Sparky out from between her thighs. The bug had the biggest, dumbest grin on her face. "I swear."

"Well, it looks like you're painted head to toe in cum."

"Our planning is second to none," Sparky cackled. "And Galvantula cum for days."

"It's webbing." Brandy clarified, pushing herself up to a seat. Annoyingly, a lot of sand had already stuck to her, and trying to brush it off just made her hands stick. Pulling her hand free with some real effort, Brandy tried to avoid touching herself as she got up to a stand.

Morgan's eyes roved over her skin-tight webbing bodysuit, and she let out a long sigh.

"You look too incredible to be mad at right now. If you have a plan, Calcine needs help. She's in a bad spot."

"Can you keep Blahaj tied down a little more?" Brandy said as she lightly kicked one of Sparky's tripwires. It didn't stick to her. Her web bodysuit made her immune to Sparky's webs. That'd be useful.

Morgan shivered, mopping her cheeks with both hands. "Can I borrow Sparky to do it? She's a speed demon, and she bites."

"Get Sparky to take the heat, then Sucker Punch her a bit. Soften her up." Brandy said, taking a breath. "I'm going to get Sharpy off the field."

There was a blur of motion, and Brandy saw Blahaj had enough of a run-up to jump across all their obstacles. A wild smile was on her face, and Sparky spread her arms to catch her.

"Go on then!" Sparky yelled before being thumped to the ground by the weight of Blahaj's body. She rubbed a hand along Sparky's neck, and the Galvantula squirmed.

"Got you all," Blahaj grinned. "You're mine."

Brandy spread her arms and stepped back into the thick field of crackling web traps, all brushing off her to no effect. "You stopped, can't jump out now. Enjoy tackling two of my Partners!"

"I will!" Blahaj said, turning to try to grab Morgan, who flapped out of reach. "This was clever, but you're not going to beat her. I'll come to kiss better what's left of you after Sharpy is done."

Brandy turned and ran, no more time left to spend with taunts. Calcine really was in trouble. The Carkol stood at the edge of a trench, flames flickering over her body as she faced the massive Mega Sharpedo. Calcine's Flame Charge barely hurt her, and the sand was too loose to provide any barrier. Sharpy was free to dart in and out at her leisure, and it looked like she'd gotten in a few good bites. Calcine's cloak was wrapped around one arm, she must have been using it to try to net Sharpy as she barrelled past, but it was no good. The Mega Sharpedo was just too fast.

Not that the cape was helping now. Calcine was staggering about like she couldn't work out where her feet were; her look of determination was softer than usual, and she laughed as she swung flaming fists that went nowhere near Sharpy. All that Poison Fang had built up in her system finally, Brandy had thought it'd be a paralytic or maybe an aphrodisiac to unnerve her, but no, it was neither.

Calcine was drunk off her ass.

"Brandy!" Calcine slurred as she crashed a flaming fist into the sand, kicking up a plume of dust and grit. She staggered back up to a stand, "I've missed you."

"Missed you too," Brandy said, "Can you Smack Down for me?"

"I'd ... uh ... I'd love to do that." Calcine grinned, beating her chest. "But she's really fast! Every time I try, I just get bit."

Calcine tried to lower her voice, only making it louder somehow. "I like the bites, but she doesn't know."

"Good job hiding it," Brandy said. "You don't need to hit the shark. Just hit the sand for me, please? Hard as you can. I'll handle the rest."

Calcine blinked a few times, swaying in the sand as she looked at Brandy and then clicked a finger gun. "Ohhhhhh. You want to get bit! Oh my gosh, yes, let's that happen."

Brandy was trying so hard not to laugh. This bubbly, airheaded Calcine was pretty adorable and utterly different from her usual self. It could be fun to all get wasted someday and see how everyone got along.

Calcine's head was bowed, and she took some deep breaths to clear her head. Brandy could hear the rumble of Sharpy approaching, moving so fast she was a blue, white blur. She was building up for a bulldozer rush on Calcine, who seemed to be entirely out of it. Then she raised back her fist and, with drunken strength, punched the ground so hard Brandy felt the shockwave rumble out as a cracking boom filled the air. A thick fog of sand erupted around them, enveloping the artificial beach. Brandy stumbled through it, trying to put herself between Calcine and Sharpy.

It barely worked, but she felt something clip her arm, and then Brandy was ripped off her feet. She had a wild moment where her body spun through the air, and then a massive weight wrapped around her as they hit the soft sand together and rolled to a stop. Her head still spinning, her vision swam as she saw the massive form of Sharpy above her.

"Wait your turn." and she got up to get running.

Or tried to. An angry grunt as the Mega Sharpedo tried to run clear, Brandy came with her hands, Sharpy's fingers stuck to the web suit.

"Oh, you have to be kidding me." Sharpy groaned as she looked down at the Trainer glued to her stomach. "What is this?"

"A great plan." Brandy grinned. Then she leaned forward to bite Sharpy's nipple. Her face immediately stuck to the firm blue shark flesh.

Sharpy tried to wiggle her free, but that just sunk Brandy deeper into the warmth of her cleavage. It pressed into Brandy's face from all sides, wonderfully soft, and warm. They'd made all that effort to get her out of the water, and Brandy was still going to find a way to drown.

This was not in the plan. Not unpleasant. But definitely not in the plan.