I Want To Lay the Very Best!

296 – Commit to the Bit

Maple's hand had kept Brandy from sprawling on the floor, but Holly was not a light Marill. All those curves gave her weight, so Brandy was forced to her knees. As Holly kneaded her breasts and whispered litanies of what she was going to do to Brandy's body, Maple's hand slid from Brandy's chin across her cheek and back into her spiky red hair. The grip tightened, and with a hard tug, Maple pulled Brandy's head back. The Trainer gasped as she was forced to look up at Maple, over the corset she'd stuffed herself into and right into those imperious, deep blue eyes. 

Brandy's heart fluttered at the sight. She'd grown used to winning and felt comfortable being in charge, but having that all stripped away suddenly, to be given a fight and then for Maple to cheat? 

"I've been wanting a piece of you for so long," Holly purred as she ran her hand over Brandy's breast and squeezed. Brandy had stripped down to fuck Tess senseless, so there was nothing stopping skin from touching the skin, and Holly's fingers were softer than sand. "You're such an exciting challenge."

Maple smiled at Holly's words. Her hand still held Brandy's hair, but her other hand stroked Brandy's shoulder, running down her arm, enjoying how fit Brandy's body was. She was no Saffira, but any concerns Brandy had about her body had been praised into submission by her team. It didn't help keep the warmth of giddy embarrassment away. Knowing she was hot and watching someone so openly enjoy looking at her were two entirely different things.  

"This is meant to be Holly's treat," Maple smiled, "But we're all going to enjoy you."

"Villain," Brandy gasped, which just got her a thumb in her mouth for her trouble, Maple circling around Brandy's mouth to leave the taste of her lingering behind Brandy's lips.  

"Villain?" Maple mock gasped and turned to call to the crowd. "What do you all think? Am I the villain here or a legend?"

'Legend' was the thunderous response. The rowdy audience wasn't letting Brandy off that easy. Even Calcine was chanting it, bouncing Tansy in her lap as she got a nice handful of the Rockruff's thick thighs.

The crowd would have been far less forgiving if any of this had been real. Trickey and cunning were all well and good. Her team was fantastic at those things, but an outright betrayal was cheating. There were plenty of Pokémon that would adore a woman willing to drag herself through the dirt for a win, but no Pokémon could ever love a cheat. To take their competitive nature and think you were better than it? You could smash their heart with a hammer, and it'd hurt them just as much. @@novelbin@@

But Maple, Saffira, and Wren weren't being pelted with boos and thrown drinks because this wasn't a battle of Trainers. This was a show. Three trainers pretending to be bunny Pokémon and a Marill had gotten their hands on a powerful Trainer, and they were going to do as Pokémon do and fuck her absolutely senseless. That was an undeniably hot idea, and it was pure honey for Pokémon because it appealed to the primal urge of a long-buried history. When the world was ruled by lust and desire, and the role of a human was to live in indolent bliss as they got fucked senseless night and day. 

Maple all but confirmed it as she licked her lips and then called out loud again. "This redhead is our plaything tonight, and she better get used to that idea!"

No wonder they hadn't told Brandy this was going to happen. This was so brazenly horny it was making Brandy blush. If this were meant to teach Holly control to help her evolve, it would fail because nobody was in control of themselves. Brandy could fight the story and change it by being the brash Trainer who eventually turns the tables and fucks them all into submission instead. The crowd would eat that up. Brandy had the stamina for it, and the desire to go all out and try was so darkly appealing.

This had to be how Holly felt. The urge to fuck the brains out of all those gorgeous bunny ladies was so intense it hurt. Hot, ragged breaths were not enough of a vent for all the feelings she had bottled up inside of her. Brandy wanted to sink her teeth in, press fingers to flesh, and gorge herself on Maple's creamy thighs. Drown Wren's heaving chest in kisses and find the point that even Saffira's unreal strength broke. 

"Holly," Brandy whispered.

The Marill was lost in the moment. She was already licking and biting her way across Brandy's neck. Each bite was so sharp, yet she kissed it right after to soothe away the hurt. If Water Types loved human emotions hanging out raw, this stage was swimming in them. Saffira was still playing fighting with Sparky, trying to keep the Galvantula in the headlock despite having her fist chewed and being outnumbered four arms to one. Sparky could have maybe tried to be a little less obviously submissive, but Brandy would be fair; she could see Saffira's abs, too. She understood. 

Wren, more worryingly, was being handed a large box by Dinah, though her attempt to lean down from the stage and grab it off the patchwork Wooloo was being hampered by a small mob of staff and Pokémon all jumping up to steal kisses and fondle her ears. When she finally did get it, Brandy was sure things would jump to the next stage. If she wanted to change the story even a little, she had until then to do it. 

Holly was lost, so that just left Maple, and with a playful nip to Maple's thumb, Brandy got her mouth free to talk. 

"Do you need to cheat?" Brandy growled, "You could have tried to overpower me."

"You're not getting a struggle tonight, Brandy," Maple said with a smile, not the least bit apologetic. "At least not that kind."

"I nearly beat you all."

"That's why I had a cheat ready," Maple said, squeezing both hands to Brandy's cheeks and pursing her lips. "Besides, did you really want to win this?"

"Yes," Brandy lied, her mouth-watering as it was prepared for Maple's use. 

Maple leaned in close, so close that her eyes filled Brandy's vision. Those deep blue pools were so easily lost in, and the sweet smell of her lipstick promised a kiss. But she didn't take it, running a finger down Brandy's throat. 

"If you wanted to win, you would have. I know you, Brandy Joyce. You don't give up a fight."

Brandy could barely think as her breath shuddered. Brandy knew she could win if she called out to Sparky, and her mind was a jumble of other half-cooked plans to take control if she could summon up the will to take it. But she couldn't. It'd been long since she'd just submitted, and the idea of doing it on this stage was horribly intoxicating. Let three bunny girls and a Marill have their way with her? Why would she ever fight that?  

The only thing keeping dissent in her throat was Holly. She deserved her chance to evolve. The Water in her loved to see Women's emotions, and the Fairy wanted them to be pleased. Coupled together, this meant Holly was always desperate to satisfy women. Mastering that and holding back would help her evolve. That had been the plan. 

Hadn't it?

Brandy gulped, the lump in her throat caressed by Maple's finger, and the thrill of even that little bit of dominance made her tingle. Had she got this wrong? Holly had said that she was going to teach these bunnies how to fuck. If she was going to do that, why didn't Brandy have her legs behind her ears yet? It'd be a moment's work to fold Brandy up and fuck her senseless; she was entirely at their mercy. But Holly was just kissing, licking, and biting. Her cock was hard against Brandy's thigh but not being put to use. 

"I want you so bad," Holly groaned. "But I want you at your best."

Brandy felt a hand on her chin, and a soft, damp finger pushed between her lips. Brandy's mouth was open, and Holly's thumb ran across the tip of her tongue, leaving the slightly sea-salt taste of Holly's skin lingering behind. The trickle of water flowed down her throat to feed her Steam Engine, and her gaze got so intense Maple backed off, covering her mouth as her cheeks blushed. 

"Maple," Brandy panted, her chest rising and falling. The crowd had gone silent; only the roar of blood in Brandy's ears was left. "This was your plan all along, wasn't it?"

"I've played you like an instrument," Maple said, turning Brandy's head to the edge of the stage. To look at Wren, box in hand and laughing raucously because Dinah had come with it, black tendrils wrapped around the box lid as her tentacles teased at Wren's mouth. "And before tonight is done, I'm going to play you a bit more."

The box lid had been flung back, and Brandy saw her destruction in Wren's hands. A thick, purple dildo fitted to a harness. Wren was kissing the tip, and Brandy's throat went dry when she saw it wasn't the only toy in that box. 

The promise in that display was a perfect finishing move, Brandy's last thread of resistance snapped. They'd committed to the Pokémon performance so hard that Brandy had to give it to them. They'd earned her.

"Just call me Trainer Holly, " Marill beamed proudly as she began to bend Brandy over. My Bunny Pokémon are so eager to pop their cherries."