I Want To Lay the Very Best!

311 – Stupid S*xy Kalosians

A giant ball of water like that, you expected some kind of terrifying monstrous giantess to step out of it. So it was a little surprising when a short woman delicately stepped onto the ship railing, stroking long fingers over the brim of Morgan's hat. Like her voice, she was absolutely gorgeous, with creamy white skin and twin-tailed red hair that almost bordered on the ridiculous for how long and elaborately shaped it was around her curvy body. She wasn't wearing a single stitch, so her own red hair acted like a dress with a plunging neckline framing a cleavage you could lose a whole boat in.

What she lacked in height, she more than made up for in tail, an absolute leviathan of a thing flicked behind her, easily four times her size in length and patterned with blue and red hexagons, ending in a feather-like a fan that was fluttering in front of her hips to keep her modesty. Intense dark black eyes with bright red sclera shone as she looked over the Pokémon on deck, particularly Brandy. Giving them a shamelessly confident smile, being so severely outnumbered just seemed to make her all the more eager.

It wasn't exactly a mystery what Pokémon she was. Milotic were incredibly rare, but they were also infamously pretty and dropped into a celebrity role almost effortlessly. If Water types enjoyed stirring up emotion, Milotic were masters at it. They didn't even need to really try. Just being there was enough.

"So, which one of you wants to be the first one I fuck?" she purred, and Brandy couldn't help but melt a little at her voice. She had a Kalosian accent, that gorgeous liquid tone that came straight from the throat, a voice that seemed like it'd be best used whispering filthy things into Brandy's ear while they were entwined together. Her gaze drifted down to Morgan, lifting her hat up by the brim and staring into her eyes.

"You're a long way from home, blackbird; how about I slip that hat off and give you a story to take back across the ocean?"

Morgan didn't move, not a word, not a gesture. Her eyes were lost in the Milotics; her wings crossed over her lap as she gave her gooey, needy eyes. It was so strange. Morgan usually fought back against anyone trying to challenge her authority, but she was practically simpering. Not that Brandy blamed her. Simpering was the only reaction that made sense to a woman this pretty.

The Milotic's lips curled upwards, and she leaned forward, making Morgan tremble as her lips approached. "I think I'll take you first, little bird. You're going to enjoy me breaking you."

A long pink tongue slipped out, tracing Morgan's cheek and making the Murkrow squirm. She didn't resist when the Milotic reached down and pulled her wings away, letting her sink a hand between her legs and knead with her palm. It was hot watching her just take Morgan in hand like that, her long tongue leaving wet, mirror-like trails of spit along Morgan's pale skin. Marking her and staking her claim.

Everyone else on the boat watched with rapt attention, the atmosphere so thick it was difficult to breathe. The Milotic didn't seem concerned. She focused entirely on her chosen prize, reaching up to slip Morgan's hat off and briefly frowning when it wouldn't come off. There was something a little odd about that, an itch in the back of Brandy's brain that was trying to be heard.

It was matched by Tess, who was shaking back and forth against Brandy's leg, her horn scratching at Brandy's skin. Unlike everyone else watching in awe, her ears were flicking in annoyance, her brow furrowed in confusion, and she shook her head like she had water in her ears.

"Her voice," Calcine said, pressing her warm hands over Brandy's ears. The echoey sound of the ocean replaced the Milotic's polite and beautiful-sounding curses as Morgan's hat refused to come off. "She's doing something with it. You're all acting like you got hit by a brick."

Brandy felt a shiver of relief as Calcine's hands blocked out the Milotic's voice, and the gears of her brain slowly ground back to life. She'd felt this way before, in the Grass Gym with Orchid, where her scent had confused Brandy's senses. This Milotic wasn't doing illusions, just stunning them all with every word. Only Tess and Calcine seemed to see through it, So it wasn't strong against Rock or Fire and Poison. A Fairy Move?

Alluring Voice. A perfect weapon for an already gorgeous Kalosian Milotic, and a scarily strong one at that. She'd have probably gone through the whole ship without anyone even raising a hand to her if someone didn't snap out of it. Calcine was giving Brandy her thoughts back, so she wasn't free to disrupt, leaving Tess not completely enraptured by her Move. Usually, a Pokémon ignored women who weren't their Trainer, but Tess had been all over Brandy's dick only a few minutes ago; they had a little bit of a connection there.

"Tess," Brandy called, "Give her some Toxic Spikes."

Bless the Nidorino, she didn't argue. Long spines burst along her arm like the quills of a porcupine, and she cast them all out with a flick of her wrist. None of them hit. That massive ring of water the Milotic had emerged from swirled down to snatch the spines up, the long purple quills floating around in the blue ball as the Milotic snapped her head to look at Brandy.

"How rude! I wasn't done playing with your bird," she huffed, her long pink tongue still trailing down Morgan's cheek. Thankfully, Calcine's voice dulled the hypnotic effect of her voice, though less fortunately, it still had everyone else drooling. It seemed a little insane that she could disable the whole boat just by talking. There had to be some kind of trick to the Move. Alluring voice couldn't be that strong, else anyone with it would never lose.

It was a Fairy Move, and Fairy Types lived to do nothing more than please women. All their moves were gratifying in some way, which meant that, unlike many Ghost moves, Alluring Voice probably couldn't make you do anything you didn't already want to. Brandy's hungry need had been a beacon for the oceans, and maybe the Milotic had been banking that Brandy and her Pokémon were worked up enough they'd all fall right into her lap like willing puppies if she just promised to make them all feel good.

Unfortunately for her, Brandy knew Morgan's levers, and there was one she could pull to reset the Murkrow's brain in seconds.

"Morgan!" Brandy gasped, "Are you throwing this fight?"

Dumping cold water on the Murkrow's hat couldn't have snapped her back to reality any quicker. Her eyes narrowed at the Miltoic slobbering all over her face, and dark claws formed on her fingernails. The Milotic slowly withdrew her tongue, giving Morgan a still far too smug smile. "Been a while since I've done this the hard way. I am going to enjoy this."

A second wave of Poison spikes came flying in from Tess just as Morgan slashed out with her hand. While her watery shield protected her from Morgan's claws, a few spikes made it through. It made the water behind her froth angrily, and then, with a bubbling surge, long spears of water lashed out of the giant watery circle and fired down at Tess, splashing hard against the ship's deck as Tess darted back in shock. They formed shining blue puddles where they landed, and Tess was careful not to step in as she shook her arm to form some more Toxic Spikes.

An almost instant counter, a strong defense, and a powerful disabling move? This Milotic had far too many nasty tricks, and Brandy wasn't above fishing out her Pokédex from the bag beside her deckchair and taking a snap as she pulled out some of Tess's spines, a little bit of purple liquid dripping from the punctures.

"This can't be right," Brandy said, re-reading the stats.

"Yeah, it's not true," Sparky said, shaking her head to clear it now that the Milotic wasn't talking. "Milotic fangirls really are just the absolute worst."

"What? No! I meant the two hundred and eighty-nine failed captures? And seven Moves? That's ridiculous."

"Oh," Sparky said, shrugging, "Guess she's as old as she is short."

The Milotic, Monique, had Morgan pinned against the deck, her long, snakelike tail looping around her wings and holding them above her head. With a flick of her tail, she threw Morgan at Sparky. The Murkrow turned in the air and flapped her wings to right herself, skidding to a stop just before she hit one of those glowing blue puddles of water.

 "Old? Ravageur stupide! " she growled, her eyes shining bright as she briefly dipped into that sexy, sexy Kalosian dialect. Tess's poison must be in her veins already, firing up her blood. "I'll show you old!"

"Didn't deny the short," Sparky grinned. "And hey, don't get it wrong, we love a sexy sea hag."

The high-powered stream of Water Pulse that hit Sparky dead center and picked her clean off her feet was kind of deserved, but Brandy wasn't going to pass up an opportunity.

"Sparky, Electroball!"

The crackling electricity meshed with the water stream and flowed right back to Monique, making her jump up with a shock as the electricity arced right through her body. She gritted her teeth and raised her hand, the circle of water behind her beginning to froth again, arcs of water dancing along it like electricity as the circle fattened into a massive ball. Monique's massive tail slapped out of the air, rising above like a second sun and then slowly descending, ready to thoroughly wash out the deck.

"Mirror Coats bullshit!" Sparky squeaked, grabbing Holly and trying to shake her from her daze. "She's just going to throw everything we do back harder. Brandy, think fast!"

"Morgan, get a Hurricane going. Calcine, I need you to Smack Down that ball," Brandy said, standing up straight. "Everyone else, grab onto something."

Calcine pushed Brandy off her and got up as the wind began to wash over the deck. As the water ball descended, only slightly slowed by the gathering wind, Calcine's fist rose to meet it, and there was a thunderclap when they connected. The whole boat rocked under the slam of Calcine's punch as the water ball exploded with a roar and blew everyone off their feet, leaving them soaked to the bone.

Dazed from the hit, listening to Sparky cough up half an ocean beside her, Brandy desperately rubbed the water out of her eyes to see what happened, the cool wind of Morgan's hurricane licking over her skin.

Everyone was soaking wet, the deck filled ankle-high with water, and Monique was gone.

Scared off by the show of force would be the hopeful way of looking at it. But Brandy doubted they were that lucky. There was no way the Milotic was done with them all already. Brandy knew just what that shine in her eyes was all about. She'd seen it before in a sexy horse woman's eyes more than once.

The Milotic had found a challenge worth tackling. A rare prize for wild Pokémon who'd lasted as long as she had. She'd be back, and next time, she'd be going straight for the kill.