I Want To Lay the Very Best!

"It's a shame humans can't evolve," Sparky said, walking with two arms around Brandy, the brisk sea wind encouraging Brandy to snuggle into the warmth of Sparky's fur. "I feel you'd be due."

"Hulbury was good to all of us," Brandy said, patting one of Sparky's new arms that was not so subtly trying to sneak a squeeze of her butt. "You're impressed with me in particular?"

"Fishing for compliments!" Sparky snapped a bite at Brandy's ear, but she ducked it with a giggle. A sexy nurse had told her to take it easy, and she wasn't about to defy that kind of authority. "Brat behavior."

"Learned from the best."

"Heh." Sparky couldn't help but puff up her chest with pride at that. They were almost the same height now, and while Brandy did miss being able to silence Sparky with a squishy boob hug, being on the level to give her a kiss made up for it easily. It was hard to resist those lips, knowing that with just a lick, Brandy could have Sparky humming happily, but that was the cruel fate of the trainer. Sometimes, you had to resist tongue-twiriling a pretty bug lady into a coma so you could get things done.

Still fun to think about. Brandy compromised and gave Sparky a peck of a kiss on the cheek and a ruffle along the fur of her shoulders, working the muscles below the thick clumps of hair. "No need for compliments. Blahaj said I should start looking out for myself more, which means accepting I'm in a wonderful place with the best partners. The very best."

Sparky grinned, eyes half-closed as she luxuriated in the touch, rolling a little purr of disapproval in her throat when she heard the click of Brandy's poké-dex camera. "Who are you sending that picture to?"

"Fenny and Scoria need something to appease them." Brandy smiled, "They've been asking after me for updates. I think they want a grandkid."

Sparky bit her bottom lip and blushed at the very thought of it. "Bet Fenny never got all her badges because she got her stomach stuffed with you."

"No bet. I'm amazed I don't have a million sisters, honestly." Fenny and Scoria were so madly in love it was sickening at times. Brandy had never really thought about why they'd waited until she'd left to try for another kid. Was it because they wanted her to feel special? That'd be so ridiculously sappy. Ugh. She was going to have to call them soon. As horrifically embarrassing as her mothers were, Brandy did love the pair of them to bits, and they deserved to get their chance to shower her with congratulations. Maybe she could get an update about Mardi and the other broken-hearted Pokémon who'd raided her mom's office while she was at it.

"Much as I want to think about how fucking adorable our babies would be all day," Sparky said with a squeeze to Brandy's butt to snap her back to reality, "That's our boat, and it looks like we got a crowd."

Of course, there'd be a crowd; Brandy hadn't expected to slink off after last night. What was surprising was how big the crowd was. A whole bunch of Wooloo were gathered on the docks, separated into two groups. They wanted to close the gap but were held back by a sand wall that cut the dock in half. Saffira was sitting atop it, Calcine, Harper, Nova, and Tansy kicking their legs as they ate sandwiches together.

"You two are disgusting," Sparky said, racing ahead of Brandy to yell at Calcine and Harper. "Sharing a sandwich. So sappy, get a room!"

"We had one," Harper called down, sucking crumbs off her fingers between every word. "Calcine broke it."

"She does that," Sparky grinned. "Can't control herself."

"I controlled just fine," Calcine said with a shrug. "The bed was weak. Come get a bit of this sandwich."

"Is it spicy?"

There was a long, long pause, and then Calcine said, barely holding back a laugh. "No."

"I do like the taste of lies, Saffira! Explain why we have a wall to Brandy." Sparky said and then scampered towards the sand wall, bouncing up it until Calcine pulled her up.

"Calcine's been a huge help," Saffira said. "Kind of want a Carkoal of my own now. Anyway! I carried Wren over to see you off, and her fan club followed her. Your fan club was already here waiting, and apparently, they're at war?"

That would explain why one group of Wooloos was staring daggers at Brandy while the others were excitedly bouncing, waving hands to get her attention. A few of them had even got maid dresses on, which was pretty impressive considering how little time they'd had to get them together. Brandy blew them a kiss, and the high-pitched, fangirlish cheers were well worth riling them up.

"I'll get to you all shortly!" Brandy promised. "So where is Wren?"

Saffira thumbed to the group, glaring at Brandy. "Sleeping last night off. Poor country gal got absolutely blitzed on shots, and she woke up feeling like I'd sat on her face. Which I might have at one point? It was a wild night! She's been snoring on and off. It's pretty cute. Sinking into a pile of Wooloo's has to be the best hangover cure I've ever heard of. Everyone else is on the boat already."

Boat didn't really do what was floating in the dock justice. It was a colossal cruiser with a twin-deck enclosed cabin with tinted windows and an open upper deck that had some tables shaded by umbrellas set out. "There's no way we can afford that, even if it's just a hire."

"Right?" Saffira said, "I'm jealous as fuck! Someone loves you to splash out for that. Wren and I are going to take the train up to Hammerlocke together instead. You definitely got the more awesome journey ahead of you."

"You and her hitting it off?"

"Absolutely. Wren's great. Sexy, huggable, and she's got this glow about her like all my girls, you know? Bursting with energy just needs the right way to let it out."

"She fucked Saffira so hard into a sofa Tansy and I had to both pull her legs to get her out," Nova added, weirdly proud of it. "You lit a fire in that woman's belly, Brandy. Never heard Saffira make those kinds of noises."

"Not that you're keeping score," Saffira teased.

"I'm keeping a fucking notebook," Nova said, waggling her fingers. "Tansy and I can't shapeshift, but Mumbles can, and we're going to teach her all of Dinah's secrets."

Brandy had never seen a wall blush, but the sand in front of her did darken at that and sagged a little, everyone sitting on it excitedly yelling as they moved to keep their spots atop it.

"Mumbles is a good girl," Tansy said, patting the wall. "Be a good team-building exercise!"

The shy Sandygast had found herself in a team of aggressively bubbly personalities and would probably struggle for quite some time before she found her footing. Still, Saffira was a Rock Ace, which meant she was in a group that would support each other to the hilt. Mumbles was in for a tough time; having love poured on you as a shy person had to be difficult, but hopefully, she'd enjoy it despite her nerves. Brandy might eventually have to fight Saffira in the tournament, and she wanted Saffira to bring her best. 

Right now, though, Brandy wants to find a place to sit and maybe put someone warm on her lap. To get past these two divided fan clubs, she needs to unite them. Luckily, this should be very easy to solve. 

"Tansy!" Brandy called, "Get Wren for me?"

Tansy stood up and saluted, and then Rockruff dived into the Wooloo pile, burrowing through them to a chorus of excited squeaks. A few seconds later, there was a quick howl of victory, and then she was hefted a confused, sleepy Wren through the crowd. She was wrapped up in at least four different Wooloo fur blankets, more ball than woman. 

"Morning, Wren," Brandy said, leaning on the sand wall as she watched the Ghost Ace rub the sleep out of her eyes. "Rough night?"

"I feel like I got kicked in the head," Wren said as Tansy strode up to the wall and stood on tiptoes, holding the Wren ball up like a prize to Saffira. "How do you handle this, Saffy?"

"Stone in my blood," Saffira said, leaning down to kiss Wren's forehead. "Brandy needs you."

"M' awake," Wren mumbled. She wasn't. Even as Tansy lowered her, she curled back into her ball and breathed heavily enough to snore. "Give me a coffee, and I'll suck your dick, Brandy."

"Don't have either," Brandy said, and Wren whined loudly. "But, I got a plan to get you all the coffee you want. You in?"

Wren was quiet a moment and then nodded slowly. "Coffee good."

Poor Wren. She wasn't built for hard party nights quite yet. Still, Brandy helped unwrap her Wren from her blankets, admiring the fine, lacey underwear she had on underneath that hugged her plump figure and made her look deliciously inviting.  It made sense Dinah would be making sure Wren dressed to the tees, and Wren's fan club howled with approval as Brandy helped Wren up to her feet and made her do a twirl to show off. 

"Mumbles, drop the wall, please."

There was a mere second of delay, and then the wall crumbled away, spilling everyone into a giggling heap as Mumbles reformed beside them, panickedly trying to pull limbs apart and hide behind her hair simultaneously. 

Wooloo rushed in from both sides, eager to get at Wren and Brandy, but they were stopped when Brandy raised her hands and clapped them together, the sound echoing out over the sea waves. A few familiar faces appeared over the boat's edge, looking down at the show, but Brandy had to do this well before she could go up and meet them. 

"So!"  Brandy said, filling the moment of shock with her voice so they wouldn't start charging again. "It's great to have fans, and I love that Wren has her own. She deserves them."

"Postwick Girls are the best!" a few Wooloo cheered. "City girls can't compete!"

It was funny to even think of Turrfield as a city. They were barely a town, but to Postwick Pokémon, any place outside probably seemed massive. It wasn't worth arguing that, though; Brandy had a better argument. 

"Wren deserves every Wooloo she can get. She's got the pride of Postwick on her shoulders," Brandy said, holding up Wren's arm as the trainer blushed with embarrassment at the praise. "And I taught the Turrfield Wooloo an important lesson."

"We can love each other!" the other half cheered. "Nobody can spoil a Wooloo like a Wooloo!" 

"Oh yeah, you taught them to fuck each other," Wren said, smiling as she realized where this was going. "Hey, Postwick girls, I love you all cheer for me, but do you think I'd want you all fighting other Wooloo?"

The silence was immediate and awkward, and Brandy could see the cogs in their heads turning as they tried to understand the question.

Wren grabbed Brandy's neck and pulled her down to her level. "Postwick girls don't think with our fists. If we want to beat a lady, we do it like this." 

Wren's tongue was in her mouth before Brandy could say anything. Brandy's mind was instantly filled with a foggy warmth as Wren pushed her tongue deep into her mouth, tasting and probing and rubbing her chest against Brandy's, pulling the taller woman down so her hands had no choice but to settle on the Ghost Ace's fat ass and squeeze it. It wasn't relaxing like she was supposed to, but Brandy could make the Cubone nurse a little mad with her. She was probably hot when she was mad.

The crowd around them cheered, and that just spurred Wren on. The kiss grew harder and more passionate, and Brandy could feel her legs getting weak. This wasn't the Wren she'd fought in the tournament; Saffira wasn't kidding. She really had changed. Brandy was left gasping when Wren finally broke the kiss. 

"Go on!" Wren yelled. "They think they can love each other? Teach them how to do it properly!"

There was a brief, tense moment as the two sides eyed each other off, and then they crashed into each other, and the dock became a large, bouncy field of kissing Wooloo. 

"That worked better than expected," Wren said, grinning proudly as she looked around. "Good plan, Brandy."

Brandy was still panting for breath, Wren had kissed the life out of her. 

"I left you a present with Maple. Saffira and I will clear this mess up; you all get going before something else happens." Wren laughed, "Because you seem to always have something happening, Brandy."

"Get them all to buy you a coffee." Brandy groaned, head still foggy. "They'll break off into groups after."

"I'll get on it in a bit." Wren said, "Got my own plans. Good luck out there. See you in the next leg of the tournament! If we don't catch you before."

Saffira was waiting, holding one of those Wooloo blankets out. Wren ran towards her, collapsing onto it and rolling up with a happy sigh before immediately going back to sleep. Saffira hefted Wren over her shoulder and took off with her, Tansy and Nova falling in on her heels while Mumbles followed behind as a living sand wave.  

Brandy's head was still reeling, and she could feel Wren's lips on her. That heavy, needy hunger behind her eyes. They really had all changed for the better. She could be proud of that. Now she had to go see what that present was and see what state the rest of the group was in.

A nervous Wooloo looked down at Brandy. Another Wooloo was tucked under her arm, and she gingerly held out a marker pen.

"Can you sign my tits?"

"Can I get a hug for it?"

"You can get two!" the Wooloo hanging off her arm giggled. "But she's saving her tits for Wren."

Fair. Brandy's Wooloo fans deserved a little bit of attention. She'd try to sneak off once Sparky had finished throwing Calcine's spicy sandwich into the sea. Calcine and Harper were holding her hair back and shaking their heads disapprovingly at the Bug.

They'd all grown, but some things stayed the same.