I Want To Lay the Very Best!

Hulbury was becoming a distant speck, the sea's rolling waves splashing off the side of the ship's hull as the engine quietly hummed beneath. As civilization faded away, so did the last thing Brandy could focus on to keep her composure, and she was left with just the sight of her swinging dick and the two bunny girls kneeling on either side of it. Holly was on her right, her hands sliding up her thigh, her head turning to give Brandy's new cock a little kiss as her tongue ran over her lips. The wet lick sent pleasant shivers down her spine, and Brandy found her hips rising in anticipation, only to be pushed back down by Tess's bobbing head. Hands cupped her thighs, the soft fingers gently kneading them, wet palms soaking her skin.

"So good," Holly mumbled, her fingers tracing along the shaft as she swirled her tongue over the head. "Taste a little sweet, but it's nice and firm. Very suckable dick."

"Go easy on me," Brandy groaned, grabbing onto the tufty purple fur on Tess's for support. "But I do love that attitude.". Tess took it as an encouragement to lick up and down the shaft of the dildo like she was painting it with her spit, a hum of approval in her throat at the praise making the wet muscle even more enticing. If they hadn't held her legs down, she'd be kicking them like a giddy idiot. 

"She'll have a bigger one once we're done with you," Holly said. Her fingers were tracing a little circle around the base of the dildo's shaft, and a swirl of water balled up on the tip of her finger was sending a spiraling swirl of sensations up and down that shaft that Brandy couldn't even begin to process properly. It was more like being hit by a powerwasher than it was the kind of sharp, gasping pleasure of sex. A constant, persistent pressure that made Brandy's thoughts rattle around in her head. The swirling waters sent her hips upwards, and Tess tilted her head to let the shaft slap across her face, her mouth clamping halfway around the cock and slurping on up to the tip and back.

"Okay, ladies," Sparky purred from behind, the hands on her chest giving her a gentle squeeze as they rubbed circles around her nipples. Already hard, they stung in the most exquisite way as Sparky's palm rippled over them. "Load up on massage oil, and let's get this redhead so relaxed she forgets who she even is."

Morgan was happy to apply oil, giving liberal squirts onto outstretched hands and, to Brandy's delight, onto Tess and Holly's cleavages. The thick liquid rolled over the skin in fat globules, leaving beautiful patches of shining skin and fur as it rolled past. A whole host of hands descended, and Brandy was spared no mercy. Hands slid over her body, squeezing her breasts and ass, cupping her hips and thighs, stroking along her abs, and even stroking her cheeks and lips. Brandy could usually tell the difference between her partners, but in this jumbled mess, her senses were overwhelmed. If they couldn't fuck her, they were still all going to get their own piece of her, Morgan going down to scratch nails gently across her ass, Sparky playing with her breasts with a gleeful grin, and Calcine happy to trace Brandy's muscles with her big, warm fingers, soft kisses following as she showered her trainer with love. 

It would have still been heaven if that was all, but it wasn't even the main event. Holly pulled Tess off Brandy's cock with a firm grip on her hair and waggled her eyebrows. Somehow, Tess knew that meant it was time to take a deep breath, run a hand through the oil pooling over her chest, and then shuffle in closer. Holly's massive tits had Tess's so thoroughly outsized it wouldn't have been a fair fight, but they weren't going to war today. Instead, Tess raced forward to sandwich Brandy's cock in her cleavage and held it firm so the twin comet Holly could crash down on her with maximum impact.

The clap of flesh as they met echoed throughout the deck, and Tess let out a squeak of surprise as some of the massage oil was squeezed back up to splatter against her face. It wasn't cum, it wasn't, but that thick gooey liquid certainly had the same consistency, and watching it drip off Tess's smiling face just broke something inside Brandy's brain. She was feeling urges she wasn't sure humans were supposed to have. The thought of painting Tess's face a more pearlescent white was so darkly delicious to Brandy that she almost suspected Morgan of Foul Playing her urges onto her, but no, she was just going a little mad is all. 

Who could blame her? Holly and Tess's chests felt so fucking good around her dick, and when both of them started a rhythmic slide and squished, Brandy's toes curled up, and her eyes went wide. The heat of their bodies, the softness of their breasts, and the constant movement and shifting weight made it impossible to predict what was coming next, and the wild uncertainty was just perfect. No wonder Pokémon always wanted to get their dicks wet, it felt so viscerally satisfying. Not even orgasmic, it was just scratching some primal itch that let Brandy's brain turn off and enjoy all of this to the fullest. 

It truly was relaxing in some fucked up, hyper-intense way. Her body didn't need her brain, moved on its own, hips bucking and twitching between the tight press of flesh on her dick, and every other inch of her body was getting pawed at and pressed with eager massaging fingers, each one bringing their own little pleasures. Calcine had nice, firm hands, Morgan's sharp scratches got Brandy's heart racing, and Sparky had a devilish knack for finding the spots that ached to be stroked. Every inch of her got some attention, and Brandy felt lightheaded. It was just too much. She couldn't even see her dick, just a mountain of cleavage and the top of Tess's head as she tried to lean in close enough to kiss the tip.

"I can feel you throbbing against my flesh," Holly growled, her eyes burning with an intensity that Brandy couldn't help but love. "Water Types love emotional reactions, and right now, half the ocean must feel what you're pumping out, Brandy."

"Don't say pumping," Brandy gasped, her voice breaking as her ass was bounced in place by the pair's firm titfuck. The slick noises of their oily breasts and the steady smacks of their chests meeting were almost as intoxicating as the pleasure itself.

"How's it feel to be like us?" Calcine said somewhere near Brandy's ear, her hot breath made Brnady salivate so badly she had to swallow. She wanted one of them right now, so, so badly. 

"Fuck, it's amazing," Brandy groaned, her words melting into a moan as the pressure around her dick grew ever tighter.

"Maybe you'll return the favor," Morgan grinned, giving her ass a slap, "You've got the curves for it."

"Can't argue with that," Sparky giggled, pinching Brandy's nipple, "Look at her. She doesn't know how to handle this. I bet she wants to cum so badly. Shame Dinah's not that good. Brandy's just going to have to endure almost cumming until our bunny girls get bored."

"It's at least five hours until sundown." Tess chirped, "I'm good to go until then."

"Fuck, no, no, I won't survive that," Brandy gasped, her hips bucking as the heat and pressure and pleasure just swirled around in her. Holly and Tess didn't seem inclined to show any mercy, kissing each other instead. Around the head of Brandy's dick, both of them mashing their lips over it as they tried to get at each other. It was too much, just far, far too much. No wonder Pokémon needed help thinking straight when things got hot and heavy, Brandy's whole world was draining away into a foggy sea of pleasure. She couldn't even hear their conversation over her heartbeat anymore. She was drowning without any hope of release.

Fighting it wasn't working, so Brandy just let go. Sinking back into the pleasure of being the focus of so much attention and letting herself drift away into a fantasy of actually being able to cum all over these two bunnies and then forcing them to clean it all up. To take her turn with all her partners. Being pampered on an almost divine level really fired up the imagination.

If she was meant to be bait, her desires must have sang all the way to Kalos. The ship would get terribly busy soon with curious wild Pokémon, but for however long everyone wanted her, she'd ride the tide out and let them have fun with her body. Having all her thoughts melted away was a kind of rest and not an unpleasant one at that.

Whoever turned up better be ready for a savaging that'd go down in the history books.