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160 – Waves Crash Against the Rocks

160 – Waves Crash Against the Rocks

"I'm not sure I'm fully cheered up," Mardi said as she leaned on Brandy's side. Her legs were a bit unsteady as she walked up the stairs, but she smelled absolutely divine to make up for her stumbling walk.

Pretty too. The leaves wrapped around Mardi's body gave her an immaculate look. The red and blue flowers on her wrists were so soft and smelled even better than her skin. That puff of white hair was cute as heck, and the curve of her hips meant she had to hip-bump Brandy with every step. Having a pliant butt constantly bouncing against your side wasn't a bad thing at all. Still, Brandy had gotten a little used to being around hotness. She wouldn't be completely taken in by such a blatant act.

"I have a Joltik on the team. You're not going to get me with this," Brady said, giving Mardi's butt a squeeze. "Be good, and maybe later."

The Roserade's red eyes flashed bright. "And if I'm bad?"

"She really would get along well with Sparky." Calcine snorted. "Makes fewer puns too. Maybe we should swap her out."

"Calcine!"

Calcine just grinned as she scratched at the thorn scratches. The poison seemed to have worked out of her system, but she would need some time in the binding ball again later to heal up. It seemed almost unfair that Brandy couldn't touch her Pokémon as they healed. She would have loved to help nurse them back to health, but at least they could always be cheered up in other ways. Mardi was clearly angling for that, with a cocky grin plastered on her face that hadn't left ever since she came. There was certainly no hard feeling about the fight there.

The Banette, Zipper, hadn't thrown any more giant balls of furniture at them as they scaled the stairs, so it was a relatively peaceful trudge up. If slow progress.

"Thanks, by the way," Mardi said, butting her head against Brandy's shoulder. "For caring."

"It's not so different to something we had to handle recently. It must suck to lose your Trainer like that. Of course, I'm going to help."

"We both will," Calcine added, a hint of a growl in her voice. "No one should go through that."

"The first people we tried to talk thought we just had a bad break up and well ... that really pissed us off. You're good people. And you're really good at sucking dick." Mardi grinned, patting Brandy's arm "Really, really good. In fact, we can stop, and I can point out a few things to improve if you want? Every good Trainer should practice their technique."

Brandy shook her head and ruffled Mardi's hair. She was being utterly shameless, but Brandy was more than used to that. "I know Pokémon need bonds to stick around. Are you all really that hungry for one?"

"No, we're still a team, even if not an official one. I want them to be happy, so I make sure to drag us into situations where they can find some connections. It can be tricky. Zipper likes to puppet women while they're with us, and not everyone is into that."

Brandy was pretty sure she wouldn't be. Losing the ability to act, to help make her Partners happier, would bother her more than it'd arouse.

"You should have her meet Trinket before you go." Calcine said, "I think her Partners would love that."

Oh damn, they would. That was a perfect idea. If they weren't all murdered for smashing the place up so bad.

"What about Gilly?" Brandy said, "What's she like?"Fôll0w current novÊls on n/o/(v)/3l/b((in).(co/m)

"Why don't you ask her?" Mardi said, hip-bumping the crossbar on the stair door. "She's just in here."

Brandy blinked. This wasn't the control room, far too full of machinery, and it had a colossal cargo lift at the back that was curiously soaked wet. Brandy had been here fairly recently. This was Fenny's lab. The big cage in the center crackled with energy as the machines ran independently. Right! They'd come to work out if something went wrong with their bond before Poppy broke it. It made sense that they'd be here.

"Zipper!" Mardi yelled. "We got a truce."

"WHAT!?!" the wall of Fenny's Lab lit up those red eyes with the triangle cut out of the top, a gold zipper flapping as they talked. "We said we can't trust the humans and you made friends with them? You're such a hopeless grass type."

"She sucked my dick," Mardi shrugged. "What was I meant to do?"

"Oh, I like you," Gilly said, bending to look at Calcine. "Rock and Fire? That's a type of weakness practically gift-wrapped for me. Tell me I'm pretty."

Calcine reached out and stuck her hand into Gilly's neck. Her fingers sunk into the liquid, and Gilly's bright eyes spun as Calcine pulled her to eye level. Red eyes flared as they stared into the dancing lights. "Apologise."

Gilly pressed a hand to Cacline, her fingers becoming a solid rolling mass of white light that slowly pushed Calcine back, her feet scraping along the ground as she tried to hold against the tide of lights pushing down on her.

"Ladies!" Brandy barked. "Fighting over me is silly. Calcine's already won there. We just want to help you with your bond problem."

Gilly turned to look at Brandy and then picked up Calcine by the scruff of her neck, her wave arm reforming into fingers as droplets of her splashed over Calcine's skin. Dangling her in the air, she gave Calcine a massive kiss on the cheek. "Better?"

Calcine shot her in the face with a burst of Flame Charge. Which didn't do anything but make the Wishiwashi smile wider. "See? We're getting along so nicely now."

"You don't have feathers. You're not her type. Put her down, please?" Brandy begged. "Calcine, just ignore her if she's like this."

The Wishiwashi sighed and did as she was asked, letting go of Calcine and returning to her full ceiling-brushing height. Looking up at massive breasts was way less sexy than it should have been. Right now, Brandy just felt a little frustrated with them. Her glare clearly didn't go unnoticed, Gilly spreading her arms and giving a low bow.

"I am sorry, Calcine, I've just been told to sit in a cage and remember my Trainer. I'm a little emotionally pent up, and there's a lot of me to process it all."

"We got a whole party outside who are horny as hell," Brandy said. "If you let us out, you can probably have a lot of fun."

"Make real arguments!" Zipper squawked. "No appealing to her dick!"

Gilly chewed her giant lip, foam bursting over it as parts of her splashed around to form a huge, thoughtful tongue peeking between the gap in her lips.

"How horny are these guests?" Gilly asked curiously.

"We've been waiting on them in Maid dresses for a while. They're desperate to chew us out of them." Calcine said. "It's been fun."

"I hate you both." Zipper groaned.

"No, you don't. You love us." Mardi grinned. "And can't help it."

"Ugh, I know, and it SUCKS. Fine, I'm dropping the Role Play. You all can deal with the trouble. I'm going to go find a corner to hide in."

The Banette blinked away with a burst of static along the wall-length screen. The lights in the room began to flicker, a rumbling through the building as a laugh built over the speakers.

"Ahahahahah. AHAHAHAHAH. I LIVE." Pix cackled as her bright blue eyes filled the wall.

"She does this every time she possesses something," Brandy whispered to Mardi. "I think she's a little power crazy."

"Foolish mortals bow to m- oh hey Brandy! How did you get in here?"

Brandy sighed. "It's a long story."

"With dick sucking." Calcine nodded, taking a step away so she couldn't be punched. Maybe Brandy should have let Gilly flatten her. She got away with far too much recently.

There was nothing to do but explain things while everyone ran up to find out what was happening in the building. Brandy might as well get practice doing it, she was going to need to do it a lot really soon.