I Want To Lay the Very Best!

303 – Everybody Leaves Happy (18+)

It'd been a long night of incredible delights, and Brandy had to enjoy one more before it was done.

Lying on her back against the smooth, polished wood of the stage, Brandy took in the view. The rolling curves of Sparky's body were a real treat now that her partner had joined the tall club, but her evolution hadn't changed the essence of what made Sparky. She was still a lot to handle, with curves that'd consume a squeezing hand and a meaty dick that slapped against thick thighs as she rocked her wide hips. 

"I still don't like spicy things," Sparky said as she poured the bottle of sweet-smelling spirits down a leg. She had her foot firmly planted on Brandy's stomach, and it was mesmerizing to watch the waterfall roll down over her thighs and calves to pool all over Brandy's stomach. "That didn't change."

"Sure about that?" Brandy said with a dry mouth. "I've seen you go at Calcine's neck often enough."

"Nah, that's different," Sparky said with a distant smile. She took a swig from the bottle, and her chest swelled as she took in a sharp breath to try to deaden the sharp taste of the spirits. "Some people are worth suffering for."

Sparky set the bottle on the floor and straddled Brandy, taking her time as she settled her weight down. She had a look in her blue eyes that Brandy hadn't seen before, a focused hunger that wasn't hidden behind any layer of jokes. She'd always found Sparky attractive, but the casual confidence Sparky exuded right now made her look like a Legendary. Growing into a Galvantula had required Sparky to accept she deserved her place on the team and that everyone's affection for her was utterly genuine. Now she knew her worth down to her bones; there was no hesitant tension or nerves when she was toying with Brandy anymore. Sparky knew she could drive Brandy crazy now and was having fun with it. 

"I've only seen you so this worn out once before," Sparky said as her hips ground down against Brandy's; she was lazily stroking waves across Brandy's belly with her massive dick. The wet trails it left on her abs spilled spirits everywhere as Brandy panted with excitement. "And it was my fault that time."

"First time with your electric," Brandy nodded, "Was so intense I couldn't think straight. You broke me good."

Popping open the box of matches, Sparky pulled one out and then used a crackle of electricity between her fingers to light it, the phosphorus going up with a loud hiss. Her face was cast in a warm red glow as the match burned down. "I got you, Brandy; I could do anything with you right now. Calcine is having fun with Harper, Morgan is teasing Ceridwen, and everyone else is enjoying their Trainers.  If I wanted to fold your legs up behind your ears and fuck you until the sun came up, nothing's stopping me."

The idea was so enticing it hurt, and Brandy felt a pulse of need throb through her exhausted core. "Sparky, you-"

One of Sparky's hands cut her off. It caught her cheeks and squeezed the words right out of her mouth. 

"It'd be funny to make you wait for it," Sparky cut in, her smile growing to a broad, playful grin. "I could tease you just as bad as you've been tonight, Brandy. Making me ache for you as you enjoyed your bunny girls. I wondered why you were doing it, revenge, mischief, trying to work me up?"

She could have said something, but Sparky's fingers would've just smothered her words. So Brandy opted to show her appreciation instead. Leaning into Sparky's grasp, Brandy sucked her index finger into her mouth and worked her tongue over it. She could feel the sparking electricity dancing over her skin, but the current wasn't strong enough to do much but add a little heat.

"Can't discount it was just Brandy Joyce horny brain." Sparky giggled. Her face was flushed now, and Brandy could see her arousal swelling as her cock grew thicker. "You love watching me squirm."

"Mhm." Brandy managed a muffled confirmation as her tongue teased between Sparky's fingers.

"I know it wasn't cruelty. You always make sure we get what we want," Sparky waved the lit match, her fingers dancing as they threatened to get burned. "You wanted me to crack. To beg for what I wanted. But I didn't, and that's the best bit of the joke. Here you are, soaked and needy, aching for me to ask."

Brandy moaned and closed her eyes. The match was almost burned out, and the anticipation was maddening.

Sparky pulled her fingers out of Brandy's mouth with a wet pop. "Beg for it."

"Sparky," Brandy pleaded. She arched her back, pushing her hips against her partner, aching for more of her.

"I want to hear it."

"Please!" Brandy moaned. She couldn't keep it together; she was already so worked up that her legs were quivering, and her whole body was ready to break. "Sparky, fuck me! Please, I can't take this, I need you."

There was a crackle in the air, that tinny sound of speaker feedback. Sparky had picked up Wren's microphone, and she'd just tapped the top of it. Everyone was enjoying themselves, but Brandy could see a few eyes turned their way in curiosity. 

"Everybody listen up," Sparky's voice carried across the club, making Brandy shiver. "Brandy has something to say."

She leaned in, and Brandy's microphone was a few inches from her mouth. The club speakers were loud. There was no mistaking the sound of her breathless panting or the needy whine in her little gasps as Sparky ground her hips.

Brandy deserved this. She'd teased too much. Sparky deserved some honesty. 

"Sparky, please, I want you. Fuck me. I want your cock. Please. I can't stand waiting anymore. I want to feel you inside me."

The response was a mix of cheers and laughter at just how much of a mess Brandy was, the night she'd had, and she still wanted another bite. Shameless. 

"Damn right you do," Sparky tossed the microphone aside and flicked the nearly burned-out match at Brandy's spirit-soaked chest. "Now, let's give them a real show."

With a loud whoosh, Brandy's world became nothing but a dancing blue flame. Her Steam Engine screamed to life, the heat firing up her water-logged heart and finally pumping fresh energy into her veins.  

Fire couldn't burn Brandy; she'd been playing with Scoria's flames since she was a little kid, and they were far hotter than this little fire. But a special kind of thrill came from being engulfed in flames. An adrenaline rush that left her feeling alive as she did something many other women couldn't. Sparky had danced away from the heat, and Brandy rose to chase her, the blue fire clinging to her skin and making her look like more Pokémon than human. 

The burning spirits only lasted long enough for a short chase, but with Sparky's Agility, she made Brandy work for it, hopping over the back of sofas with excited cackles as the occupants swiped at her legs. Brandy slipped once and was caught by Calcine, who just gave her a nod and tossed her right after Sparky, who had to turn and catch her or let Brandy crash onto the floor. 

She was dead wrong if Sparky thought this would earn her any mercy. Brandy landed in her arms, and the weight of her body barrelled Sparky right back against a wall. Perfect, Brandy closed a hand around Sparky's throat and held her there, looking into those beautiful blue eyes. "Mine."

Sparky smiled. It was an eager, challenging smirk. "Take me then."

Brandy grabbed one of Sparky's legs and hoisted it over her hip, pinning her against the wall. The thick thigh fit perfectly against her hip, rubbing over warm skin and smearing a few thin streaks of soot over Brandy's skin. Sparky's needy moan as Brandy's grip slid up her thigh was better than any music she'd heard tonight. Her cock was rock-hard, pulsing in time with her quick, shallow breathing. Brandy reached down and wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft, giving it a quick stroke that made Sparky's eyes flash and static crackle in her thick fur. 

"Please, don't tease," Sparky begged, her voice cracking with static.

"Not planning to," Brandy purred. Her grip tightened around Sparky's throat as she stroked her fingers along her partner's shaft, her thumb tracing circles across the head, spreading the bead of wetness that was forming there. It was like flicking a switch in Sparky; her resolve just crumbled. Her hips were trembling, her cock pulsing against Brandy's stroking fingers, and the muscles in her stomach tightened as she held in a breath. Brandy couldn't wait any longer; she guided the swollen tip between her legs and pressed herself down onto it.

There was a crack of electricity as they connected. Not the controlled bursts Sparky could generate, but a wild surge flashed across her body, racing along her skin and leaving a sharp tingle in its wake that made even the light touch of Sparky's fur breathtaking. But it wasn't enough; Brandy wanted more. The heavy thickness of Sparky's cock in her hand wasn't an easy challenge to overcome, but Brandy's willpower easily beat silly little things like physical laws. The first push was the hardest, a sharp gasp was forced from Brandy's lips as she took in just an inch of Sparky, her Steam Engine roaring into overdrive to help pour heat onto aching muscles.

It got much easier after that; four eager gripping Galvantula hands really helped to help everything line up smoothly, and with each inch claimed, another soft gasp rolled out of Sparky's trembling lips. The sheer girth of her should have had Brandy whimpering, but the tight pressure of being so filled and the raw power of her partner sizzling over Brandy's skin was more than just scratching an itch. She'd needed this, someone who could match Brandy's energy and enthusiasm, who understood what it was like always to be dancing on a live wire. To want to be touched, loved just as much as they wanted to be fucked. 

They were both needy and soothed that need in each other. It was a perfect match. 

"Fuck," Sparky gasped, clearly overwhelmed already. She was barely thrusting; being in Brandy was enough to weaken her. 

"That's the plan," Brandy smiled.

Brandy's Steam Engine screamed to pound Sparky right through the wall, but she deserved better. So when Brandy started to move her hips, she took it slow. Long, grinding thrusts kept Sparky deep in her pleasure-infused paralysis and the feeling of all that dick being pressed over Brandy's insides. The little zaps arcing along Sparky's cock were tickling her, sending shivers running up and down Brandy's spine and making every little bit of friction so intense it felt like she was overloading. Filled to the brim with love and steam, so hot she was amazed she wasn't spitting smoke like Calcine did sometimes. 

The sheer burning intensity of it all drew her thoughts away from the club around her and made Brandy focus on the woman in her arms. Her fuzzy partner, warm and soft against Brandy's skin, had all the curves anyone could ever desire. A body you could get lost in, and Brandy did just that, sinking in as she hugged Sparky tight, her fingers slipping through the thick fur of her back and pulling her close. The soft warmth was a perfect counterbalance to the heavy fullness inside Brandy. Her lips brushed against Sparky's, a sweet kiss that caught her partner's breath.

She didn't need to say she loved the bug. Her hammering spoke for her better than any words possibly could. 

The kiss was broken when Sparky's body went taught in Brandy's arms, her blue eyes wide as she was pushed over the edge, her orgasm tearing her apart. Brandy's hips moved with a will of their own, grinding down hard to squeeze and milk every drop out of her partner, a warm rush filling her as she broke with Sparky, the pair of them ending up fumbling at each other and slurring words between drunken kisses. 

They slumped down the wall together, Sparky still hilted in Brandy, her hands gripping her ass and holding her safely in her lap. Her legs shaking and twitching, and the look on her face was the most blissful thing Brandy had seen. She'd needed that even more than Brandy had, and she'd damn well earned it.

"Brandy," Sparky mumbled as she buried her face against her chest. "Love you."

"Love you too, bug."

Brandy kissed the top of her head, and they sat there for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of each other's bodies pressed together, the slight slick of sweat, and the feeling of their chests pressing together as they panted for breath.

"Worth the wait," Sparky said after a moment, a sparkle shining in her eyes, "So worth it."

"Absolutely," Brandy said as she ruffled Sparky's hair. "Hey. What's the difference between your jokes and your dick?"  

"Go on. Amaze me." 

"I can't handle your jokes."

"Stupid," Sparky snorted. "And you're going to have to prove it. I'm still hard, and we're not done until one of us can't walk straight."

"Going to win easy, I've already made you wobble," Brandy growled. She gripped the back of Sparky's neck and pulled her into another kiss, their tongues meeting and the sparks between them lighting a fire. "Get ready, 'cause I'm gonna ruin you."

"Promises, promises," Sparky's eyes twinkled with excitement, "No follow through."

Brandy lifted herself and dropped back down onto Sparky's cock in response. The bubbly gasp Sparky yelped out was all the encouragement Brandy needed.

"You asked for it," Brandy smirked. "Let's see if we can last longer than a minute this time."

They both lasted a whole lot longer than that.