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237 – Honest Hearts

237 – Honest Hearts

Show Morgan why she loved Maple. Easy right?

In her heart, Brandy knew that she loved Maple. Not as much as her Pokémon partners, she found Maple hot and loved being around her, but she wasn't going to pretend all her love was equal. Calcine, Sparky, and Morgan mattered more to her. They relied on her and shared more personal moments and trials together. Maple was a wonderful woman, but she wasn't on their level, and Brandy was okay with admitting that to herself. It was honest, and that didn't mean Maple was worse for her; they just didn't spend as much time together.

Brandy placed her hands over Morgan's, which were having a bit of fun squeezing her breasts, and gently pressed for some contact. Morgan needed that time, too, and she'd give it. She deserved to be on Calcine and Sparky's level. It all took time and work, and Brandy was willing to put in plenty of effort to make it happen.

Knowing she loved Maple was simple. Putting into words why was harder. Brandy had just never thought about it. The feelings were there, but Morgan wanted a deeper answer than that. Luckily, their time at the beach had given her some answers.

"She needed my help, and I enjoyed giving it to her. So much that I caught the Maple bug." Brandy said, "I think that's just something I love doing."VịSit no(v)3lb/!n(.)com for new novels

Marina was stuck in a battle with Tansy again while Mahi was being dragged through the sand dunes by Saffira. The sand soaked up her water like a sponge, and she struggled to fight off the Trainer, who kissed up her side. If Maple kept fighting, she'd lose. That was obvious to Brandy. But she had faith that Maple had at least learned a little from their time together.

"You help lots of people," Morgan said, taking a deep breath of Brandy's scent. She seemed to really enjoy holding onto Brandy for herself. Morgan's Dark Typing was an obvious part of her personality, but Brandy had mainly ignored her Flying Typing. Clearly a mistake, Flying types loved independence and one-on-one moments, Morgan was taking the moment in with such shameless enthusiasm it was like she'd been starved and finally had a meal put before her. "If helping people was enough to be their lover, you'd have hundreds."

"If I'd been more observant at college, maybe I would have," Brandy smiled. "But it's more than that. Some people I give to, and I'm happy I did it. But it ends there. They don't need me after. You, Calcine, Sparky, and Maple? You all need me."

"I need you?" Morgan said, amused. "Explain that one."

Brandy pressed her body back against Morgan, who shoved her more firmly up to the window in response. It was nice, that squeeze of her lover's body on her back. Oddly comforting.

"I'm still learning a lot about you. You're complicated. But I know you love doing clever things and need someone who can understand and appreciate it. You love entertaining us all and coming up with challenges and games. You adore it. We're an audience who appreciates your show. You want that, and I provide it."

"I do enjoy your wicked little mind." Morgan smiled, "Maple has that in her too. She's realized she can win the fight. You can see that, right?"

Brandy could. Maple wasn't ordering Mahi. She was letting Saffira wear her down. Taking her distraction to get in close. She didn't club Saffira once she did or push her; she wrapped an arm around her, leaned in, and licked the back of her neck. Saffira tried to push back, but oddly, she couldn't move Maple. Saffira looked like she should have been able to toss Maple around like a rag, but she couldn't even make her bend. A few words and Mahi rolled under her so they were face to face, trapping Saffira in a hug sandwich.

"She's not ordering her team anymore," Brandy said, "She's going to try to take Saffira in a tumble herself."

"Maybe Maple's ran out of ideas," Morgan grinned, "Saffira loves fighting with her body, so Maple has finally revealed her own strength. Something to press back against for Saffira. Maple just challenged Saffira to try to tangle with her, and Saffira's clearly not weak. That's the sort of foolish thing you'd do in a fight."

"Maple's mom is a Falinks. She's got Fighting inheritance from her. She's way stronger than she looks." Brandy blushed. She'd been carried like a sack of potatoes by Maple a few times, and it was always a delight. Still, Saffira looked ripped as hell, so Maple should have at least been sweating. Something had changed there. Brandy still remembered her terrifying Volleyball spikes, but she hadn't thought more of it then.

Still, watching two Trainers wrestle and kiss while a gorgeous Goldeen soaked them both down with water and squeezed at whatever she could get at was a hell of a sight.

"She's incredibly hot." Brandy said, "I like that about her too."

"If you adore Maple for her pussy eating skills, I understand," Morgan said. "She is really getting in there."

"Well," Brandy bit her lip. "The other stuff is more important, but that doesn't hurt."

"I can tell that Saffira looks like she's about twenty licks from proposing."

The bell ring was a cruel mercy, as Saffira was enjoying herself way too much. But clearly, the judges felt she wouldn't survive Maple's tongue without help.

Morgan and Brandy were swept off their feet and into Calcine's arms, and Sparky slipped around to tickle their legs and make them kick in fits of giggles.

"You two are being so mushy!" Sparky cackled. Her hair was a complete mess, and her fur had gone frizzy from the heat of Calcine's affection. "Let's enjoy this ending together."

"Have your giantess pin us to the glass then," Morgan said, "So we can get a proper view."

"Calcine, smush these horny idiots," Sparky said proudly.

Calcine obeyed, and Brand found herself squeezed into Morgan. Calcine kept a firm grip on both their stomachs.

"You don't love Calcine for this?" Brandy whispered. "This is so hot."

"I'm warming up to it," Morgan smirked. "It was nice to talk like this. I learned a lot. It gave me some ideas."

"I'm planning the date tonight." Brandy said, "I want to spoil you. Save your ideas."

"Spoil away," Morgan snuck a quick kiss as she rubbed a hand along Calcine's bicep. "Ruining your plans with my own is part of the fun."

Rascal. She really was more like Sparky than she wanted to admit.

"I still think Calcine's ass could convert you."

"My ass is incredible," Calcine nodded. She was covered in tiny little wet kiss marks. The two really had just gone mad at each other. Cute. "Morgan, do you want a look? You haven't had a proper look at my gigantic and shapely ass yet."

"No," Morgan sniffed. "I want to focus on the fight. Ass comes later."

She wanted to so badly, but she knew she'd lose her head like she had with Aniseed, so she put it off. It made Brandy smile to see Morgan willingly playing a game she knew she'd lose. It showed she cared more than she could admit. Drawing it out would take work, but it'd be worth it. There was a lot of good in that Murkrow chest, and it'd only grow when she evolved.

Brandy still didn't quite know what would make Morgan evolve, but just like Morgan, she wouldn't give up. She had some idea of the rules now; she just needed to keep going until she could master this game.