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155 – Service With a Smile

155 – Service With a Smile

"Looks delicious." the tall Pokémon's gold rings jingled along her long horns as she purred out the compliment. Her big, puffy brown hair flowed around her horns as she shamelessly looked Brandy up and down. "I can't wait to get my hands on that."

Brandy smiled as she leaned in to slide the plates of piping hot food off her arms. The Pokémon tightened her grip on her Trainer, a cute, dark-skinned little thing with an afro of her own tucked away in those massive, powerful arms. She locked her eyes on the pair, the human blushing simply by looking at Brandy as the Bouffalant roved hungry yellow eyes down Brandy's bent body. The black lines bleeding down from the Bouffalant's eyes in clean lines, coupled with a powerful body that looked like it could fold Brandy into a cube if it wanted to, made her look like some kind of show wrestler. She was absolutely gorgeous, and only a few days ago, Brandy would have been wet putty this close up to her.

"Two Berry and Beef skewers," Brand said with a wink to the human. She tucked her head into her Partner's chest with a bite of her bottom lip and an adorable smile. "You're going to share them, right? I don't know how you'll find time to eat it with pretty lips that close."

"We'll manage somehow," the Bouffalant hummed. "But there's so much here. Do you want to help us?"

"I am here and happy to serve you both," Brandy said with a polite giggle as she set her tray down on the table. Brandy flicked her skirt up as she leaned forward and enjoyed the huffed snort of lust she got. Pressed her hand to the Bouffalant's side, she slid her hand over their body, enjoying the feeling of the firm muscles as the horned woman's gaze followed the hand's path until it found her Partner's side.

Brandy's eyes wandered back to the human she was sharing a lap with. The poor woman was easily a head shorter than Brandy, sweating bullets with nervous excitement at suddenly being inches away from some top-tier maid bust. She was looking up at Brandy in awe with shy, beautiful brown eyes, and even if she hadn't intended it, they immediately stole Brandy's heart. It was just how worshiping they were, shining like Brandy was some kind of maid goddess from a realm of hotness so far beyond her. All the poor human could do was sit there in reverent silence. It was strange, but her flirting making women feel like this made Brandy feel so damn powerful.

She'd initially struggled with Velvet to find her voice in situations like this, but all that practice had helped her see the real truth. She had the power to show women a good time, and it'd be a tragic waste not to use that power they gave her.

"Your Partner's so pretty," Brandy said to the Bouffalant as she took a skewer. "But of course, she'd have to be to steal the heart of a Pokémon like you."

The Bouffalant laughed, "Everyone loves my precious Marigold. Isn't she the best? She's strained her voice and is resting today, but you wouldn't believe the things she can do with her tongue."

Marigold blushed, patting the Bouffalant's chest with a slap, the massive chest wobbling against both their bodies.

"I'll try to rest her throat, but Spitfire's food is delicious. Try a small bite?" Brandy laughed and turned her attention to the skewers, pulling the first bit of meat off the sticks and bringing it toward Marigold's mouth.

The Bouffalant watched her every movement as Brandy parted Marigold's lips and slid the juicy morsel inside. Marigold sucked on the meat, shivering happily as the juices ran down her throat before she sucked in the rest of it and Brandy's fingers too. It oddly seemed to give her some confidence, her brown eyes hardening as she stared down her hand and licked Brandy's fingers clean one by one.

The Bouffalant wasn't a subtle woman. She was a big girl in plenty of ways, and that length hardening against Brandy's thigh clearly showed she loved what she saw. "So hot. Look at her, she's so fucking good. Bet you can work out how she lost her voice."

Marigold sucked off Brandy's fingers, and it made her tremble inside. She was really good with her mouth. It reminded her of Pip, some kind of dicksucking virtuoso. Nexus was a company where they pushed what was possible with inheritance, was Marigold's job really to suck dicks beyond the limits of a regular woman's jaw?

It made Brandy ache a little as Marigold finished skillfully cleaning off her fingers. Stupid lucky Pokémon and their cocks. Why couldn't Brandy have one? Just to try out now and then. She'd use it responsibly.

Well. Mostly responsibly.

"I know she's a treasure, but I think I should get a piece to eat." the Bouffalant growled. "I'm feeling a hunger."

Brandy needed to slink out of the situation soon, or she would end up bent over a table. Blaze setting her a challenge where she has to avoid that fate was so evil. Maybe she could speed this up a little?

"Do you want hot sauce with it?" Brandy poked out her tongue, "I came pre-loaded."

"I can take the heat," the Bouffalant squeezing both Brandy's and Marigold's asses as her grins widened. "Slather it on."

Brandy did as she was told, loading up a fried berry piece as the Bouffalant and Marigold watched with barely contained anticipation. When the Bouffalant felt she'd poured enough, she moved in and proved herself a messy eater as she bit into the Berry while it was still on the skewer. Sticky trails of juice and spicy sauce dripped down her face as she mauled the Berry, her eyes fixed on Brandy. Brandy's insides couldn't help but squirm.

Not fair. That should be her!

They both shook their heads.

"Then enjoy the sight!" she reached out, stroking her wing under their chins, raising and lowering their heads to make them take her all in. "I'm beautiful, aren't I?"

They both nodded their heads.

"You want to sink your hands into my feathers, don't you? Feel how soft they really are?"

They both nodded their heads. Vigorously.

"Good girls."

Being a maid was so easy. Morgan didn't even need the tray. They just ate right out of her hands.

She'd make Head Maid for sure. The others didn't even realize they were in the competition, even if Calcine acted like she'd already won.

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"Three mixed berry and meat kabobs, two lentil soups with peri sauce, one Pinap Berry soup with fish flakes, two chips and dip, a seared fish stake in the shape of a heart, a heart poffin bacon wrap, a hearty meat soup, and two jugs lemonade."

Calcine's tray was piled so high it would have tumbled if her arm wasn't so rock steady. She just set it all down right in front of a cat-eared, blue-haired woman with a round figure that towered over Calcine and dominated her entire bench. A tiny little pink bow was tied among her shaggy mane of hair. Her Trainer was in her lap. It was cute that despite the human being much skinnier and shorter, she had the same hair and hoodie as the massive Pokémon. A matching set. The human had her back against the Pokémon's enormous chest and held her belly with both hands, breathing steadily, head held to the sky as she panted out slow breaths.

"Does your Partner want something too?" Calcine said.

"Crazy you remembered all that. I'm impressed. And no," the Snorlax said, baring their two fangs in a proud grin and hugging her Trainer. "She's pretty full right now. I always make sure she's stuffed."

Calcine looked at the pudgy belly of the Trainer compared to her skinny arms. The breathy moan as she stirred in the Snorlax's lap, and her limbs twitched.

Oh. That bulging stomach wasn't fat.

Goodness.

Calcine gave a bow. "If you need anything else, just ask."

"I will," the Snorlax grinned. "I always make sure she gets her fill. But I'll give you a chance to serve some others. You go knock them dead."

Calcine looked to the next table. Which seemed to be three excitable Zigzagoons absolutely savaging a punk-haired trainer trying to rub their furry bellies as they chewed off the layers of her outfit.

She had a sneaky suspicion everyone was leaving the difficult tables to her.

Calcine cracked her knuckles and adjusted her maid bonnet.

Good. She'd rise up to handle the difficult challenges, however they came. If she could bear the burden of the others and ease the day, she'd feel accomplished.

Determined and, more importantly, mostly bite-proof, Calcine threw herself back into her work.