I Want To Lay the Very Best!

269 – Beach Reading Material

Tongue twizzle with a Mega Sharpedo. Flush Blahaj, the Gym Leader, out of her hiding place. Fuck the brains out of them both. Find out all she can about where Cherry is and then party with the girls to celebrate. Brandy had her work cut out for her.

Morgan's wind was pressed down on them all, keeping them pinned to a raft that was flying in the air, buffeted around in circles by the massive Hurricane Morgan had been able to whip up. Her Gust move had always been strong, but this was a whole other level. Given time, Morgan could cause a natural disaster! A small one, but inside this underground pool, it was more than big enough to be inescapable.

Feet firmly planted on the raft, Calcine used the Mega Sharpedo like a tetherball, swinging her around on the end of Sparky's webs as the Galvantula danced beside her, punching the air. She had four hands to punch, so it was a really manic victory dance.

"We're so fucking good!" Sparky crowed, "She threw a Mega at us and came up short!"

"She's going to be pissed when she gets free," Brandy said, trying not to stare at those bouncing Sharpedo boobs as her tail slapped against the water sucked up in the winds to try to get purchase. Her snapping jaw chewed up webs and forced Sparky to stick her with more. It made her whole body wiggle and bounce most hypnotically. It wasn't a Move. It was just a mouthwatering show to witness. "Let's not get cocky."

"I've got cock to spare," Sparky grinned as she fired off web after web. Her extra arms doubled her firepower, and she was more than eager to put them to use. "I'm kind of a big deal."

"Glad you could join us." Calcine grinned as she spun on the spot so fast her heel was grinding up wood chips from the raft's logs. "I can't keep this up long, she's flailing too much, and she's damn heavy!"

"Then let's not waste time," Morgan hissed, the sound of her wings beating lost in the roaring Hurricane that was getting out of control. It'd sucked up half the water in the room, and the churning waters were splattering the raft with an endless spray, soaking their naked bodies down. "What now, Brandy?"

"Throw her forward," Brandy said, "Like a dart, then Morgan, send all your wind after her."

"We'll fall." Morgan said, "Hard."

"Yeah," Brandy nodded. "The raft won't last long, but do you trust me?"

She looked around at the group, and they all smiled at her. Calcine's mouth was a warm furnace, her Steam Engine stoked by the splashing waters, hot white smoke peeling out of her mouth. Sparky on the other hand was a big, peppy smile, eager for the mischief to continue, while Morgan was a thin almost admonishing smile, like Brandy had just made an adorable fool of herself.

She kind of had.

"Stupid question; of course, you all trust me. So let's do it! Launch the shark!"

With a final tensing of her muscles, Calcine hammer threw the Mega Sharpedo ahead of them. To her credit, she did curl in the air and flick her tail to right herself so she was facing back at the ground. She looked pissed, her arms outstretched and claws flexing. She was smiling, too, the hungry smile of a predator about to feast.

The wind picked up as Morgan gave one final big beat of her wings, and Brandy found herself thrown forward as the Hurricane raced over the top of the raft. Only Sparky's webbing, shot right into her stomach, kept her from being swept away. The Mega Sharpedo had her arms crossed as the Hurricane winds slammed into her, and as her long blue and golden hair whipped behind her she kept her baleful red eyes locked on Brandy. A stare so intense it made Brandy swallow nervously; she'd worked Pokémon up before and worked them up really bad. But she'd never seen one so utterly determined to fuck her up and then drill her down. All the spinning hadn't even made her dizzy, just more excited.

Mega Pokémon were something else. This wasn't a fair fight. Definitely not one they were meant to win.

Brandy's heart beat hard. The soak in the water was countered by the heat of exertion, and it was making her Steam Engine purr just as hot and hard as Calcine's. She didn't break eye contact. She stared back with the same hungry intensity. A wordless challenge.

You wanna go, Sharkina? Then we're doing this.

Before the Mega Sharpedo could get at them, gravity had its turn first. They all fell together, and the Mega Sharpedo was a blue and gold streak of light as she flicked her tail up and went into a dive, falling like a rock toward the waters below.

"Keep the wind on her!" Brandy yelled as the raft tilted in the air, "Full force!"

Morgan cackled, her wings spread wide, and her black feathers rippled as the wind raced past them. It was deafening, and without Sparky fixing her down with webs, it'd have plucked Brandy off the raft like she was nothing more than a feather herself. As it was, she was still pressed flat against the raft's surface, and the wind was howling right past her.

The waters raced up to meet them, and the raft started falling apart before they even hit. A massive crack splintered down the center, and the log pieces that made it up separated, the edges falling away. The Mega Sharpedo was still tethered to the raft by Sparky's webs, and the Hurricane she'd had hurled at her skimmed her massive body across the water like a skipping stone. The raft was attached, so the raft followed, bouncing them over the tops of the waves made by the Mega Sharpedo's crashing body.

The raft couldn't have survived the battering winds of the Hurricane, but the Mega Sharpedo could, and the gang got to ride the raft like a water ski in her wake. It was a crazy plan; if even one of them had fallen off at that point, it would have all been over. But they clung to what was left of their raft and rode the waves of water thrown up in the air by the Mega Sharpedo's massive, thrashing body until she smashed into the wall. Her heavy body cracked the reinforced metal and dug in her claws, opening her jaws wide. Everyone else followed, about to be delivered on what was left of their raft right into her biting range.

They couldn't have ever beat a Mega Sharpedo in water; they just couldn't. Even taking her into the air was only a short reprieve. This whole test was set up for them to lose.

They'd have to change the game entirely if they wanted to win. Brandy just had to hope this didn't put her in the Poké-Center.

All she could do was trust now.

"Calcine!" Brandy screamed, "Rock Tomb!"

The wall behind the Mega Sharpedo sagged, and she roared and pressed her back against the dent her body had made to try to reinforce it. But it was no good; she was pushed forward towards them as the wall bulged, rivets popped off, and metal seams cracked open. The wall exploded, and a tidal wave of earth and sand poured out over the Mega Sharpedo. Brandy felt arms go around her and pull her back right before the dark, earthy mass washed over them.

The raft was crushed instantly, the wood cracking and snapping all around it. Brandy's inheritance from Calcine put in some work as her body got thumped. The breath beat out of her lungs from the impact of water, earth, and wood mixed up into a heavy slurry. But the arms around her were firm and held her close, and a hot tongue pressed between her lips and stole a kiss as everything around them was reformed to Calcine's will. Brandy just had to hold on for the ride.

The warmth fed Brandy's roaring Steam Engine as the kiss continued, and things steadily grew quieter. Brandy could hear Sparky panting for breath and Morgan ruffling her feathers. She didn't feel like she'd been pressed flat, so she dared to open an eye. Calcine was on top of her, holding her close, a smirk on her lips and a glint in her eye. Her back was against something soft. She could taste it on her lips. Gritty, earthy.

Sand.

Brandy shuffled her shoulders and felt the ground part, reluctantly pushing Calcine back by the chest so she could look around. They were still in the dark cave, but some light was shining through a massive gash in the wall now, shining down on a newly made beach. Half the room had been filled in by Calcine's Rock Tomb, a deluge of sand that'd pushed all the water to the other half.

Calcine had buried the Mega Sharpedo, too; she lay right at the edge of the new beach, buried under a mound of sand. Her tail was sticking straight up, and one claw sank into the sand, gripping it so hard she dug out grooves. Her eyes were still locked on Brandy, but she wasn't moving. She couldn't, not without disturbing the woman who was hugging her stuck-up tail, her palms running circles against the firm blue skin.

She was a human, but Brandy had never seen a woman look so much like her Pokémon. She had no tail and no fin, but otherwise, she was almost a dead ringer for the Mega Sharpedo she was fondling. Entirely naked, her pale blue skin was still dripping with water and was painted with golden stripes that glimmered in what little light there was. She had that gorgeous figure that was both tightly muscled and unfairly curvaceous. No tail didn't stop her from having hips thick enough to bear one. Brandy heard Morgan's gasp when she saw them; for once, Brandy didn't blame her. It was an incredible ass.

If they'd had a teammate into breasts, they'd have been eating well, too, unfairly heavy and yet defiantly perky with a set of abs you could have played tic-tac-toe on. Brilliant red eyes in a sea of black and that smile. That fanged smile.

Blahaj. It had to be. The Shark Ace was more Sharpedo than Woman, and Brandy could get why she'd done it. It was a really good look.

"Brandy Joyce," she said, her voice husky and deep. "I knew you wouldn't be a disappointment for my Sharpy."

Sharpy? Like the books?

The Mega Sharpedo growled, her throat a bassy rumble that made the beach vibrate.

"Let me at her, Blahaj," she said, "I'm not going to let her break this gym. I'm going to break her."

Brandy's mouth went dry as she looked at her team, still gathering their bearings. They'd got her on the sand; they had a chance.

"Now!" Blahaj laughed, "That's not very heroic of you, is it? Brandy's read all my books about you. You're practically her hero. She deserves your best, not your worst."

No. No, no, no. This couldn't be possible.

"You're Sharpy?" Brandy said, "I thought the books were all made up!"

"Oh no," Blahaj smirked and slapped Sharpy's ass, letting her tail go. "They're a little embellished and changed around for the kids, but they're the story of my beautiful wife and our many adventures together."

"Without the hip-breaking sex," Sharpy growled as she slowly got to her feet.

"Without that!" Blahaj nodded. "Brandy missed out on all that. Do you want to show her?"

"Oh, she's going to learn everything she missed."

Brandy could only stare in shock.

She had to be dreaming.

There was no way. They had to be fucking with her again. This couldn't be the Sharpy from her childhood. She couldn't be able to be fucked senseless by her childhood hero. It was just ridiculous.

Wasn't it?

She had all the Sharpy books. Read them religiously until the pages were dogged and the covers worn. Her tenacity, bravery, and willingness to do anything to put a smile on the face of the people she met. Brandy didn't just know Sharpy. She'd become her a little bit.

If anyone could work out the truth here, it was Brandy. She knew the shark of the stories. Did the story match up to the real thing?

She had no idea right now, but she felt it was about to be a learning experience.