Elevated Humour (Lay the Very Best - Chapter 432)

Having to stop at every floor thanks to Sparky's button-mashing had gone from funny to infuriating after the fifth chime.

Morgan's patience had worn thin first. When the doors shut for a third time, she'd pinned Sparky against the mirrored wall with a gust of wind from her wings.

Calcine had hands full of Dani, but she'd shifted her stance and pressed the heel of her boot down on Sparky's wrist. Brandy had helped get the two arms on the other side under control, pinning them with her body. The bug was splayed out against the mirror, but she had an unrepentant grin on her face.

"Do your worst," Sparky cackled. "I've already won."

Morgan traced her claws around Sparky's neck, the faintest scrape ruffling the yellow fur. "You sure about that?"

Sparky shivered, her fur scattering tiny static pops against the mirrored wall of the elevator.

"Tighter," Brandy commanded Morgan, "She's got to learn."

Morgan's red eyes gleamed, and she obeyed without hesitation, her hand sliding up until her claws rested under Sparky's jaw. Then she pressed forward, just enough to make Sparky's breath hitch, her head tilting back until it bumped against the mirror.

The bug's laugh faltered into a choked gasp.

"Am I doing my worst?" Morgan murmured, leaning close enough that her breath pooled in Sparky's ear. "Or are you not impressed?"

A low crackle answered her, the air between them shimmering with static. Brandy could feel the excited crackle of electricity along Sparky's skin and the excited brightness of the Galvantula's glowing blue eyes. She was enjoying this a lot.

"Good." Brandy said, "Ease off, I'm going to make her squirm."

Morgan's thumb traced the pulse in Sparky's throat before easing the pressure, a teasing release that left Sparky panting, wide-eyed and silent for once.

The elevator doors dinged, and the doors slid open, revealing a tall woman with sleek violet hair cascading past her shoulders and catlike ears twitching atop her head. Her tailored business suit was crisp and sharp, dark plum with silver pinstripes, open just enough at the collar to show a bit of cleavage.

Her golden eyes flicked over the scene in a lazy arc, Sparky pinned against the mirrored wall, Brandy half-wrapped around her arms, Calcine's boot still resting on her wrist, Morgan's claws at her throat.

They all froze in place. This didn't exactly look normal.

"Well," she purred, "Bullying are we?"

"They're terrors," Sparky wheezed, "I didn't do anything, and they just couldn't keep their hands off me."

Brandy opened her mouth to explain, but the stranger simply raised a manicured hand and leaned into the elevator to push the door close button.

"Have fun with the bug ladies," she said, stepping back gracefully as the doors closed. "Try not to get cum on the floor, I have to ride it down when it comes back."

Sparky's sputtering laughter filled the elevator the instant the doors sealed again.

"Ohhh Arceus fuck meeee," she wheezed between laughs, "she totally thought-"

Brandy didn't let her finish. She grabbed Sparky's thick dick and squeezed it in her hand. That shut Sparky up very effectively.

"Awful," Brandy declared, pumping her hand along Sparky's shaft slowly. "You are awful in every way a partner can be."

"She's got some good qualities," Calcine said.

"Oh, she's got a lovely cock," Brandy said.

"Thick hips," Morgan agreed. "A nice fat grabbable ass."

"I think her fur is super comfy looking," Dani mumbled sleepily in Calcine's arms. "And her dick tastes really good."

"Just a piece of meat to you all," Sparky grinned. "You should love me for my sparkling personality."

Brandy rolled her fingertips to the underside of Sparky's dick and rolled her fingers to massage right up to the tip. The pumping hand elicited a gurgle from the Galvantula, and the sensation made her choke on her own words.

Brandy leaned in until her breath fogged the mirror beside Sparky's ear, her voice low, steady, and commanding enough to cut through Sparky's laughter like a hot knife through butter.

"You're still high energy after Odile and Dani, but you're going to behave for me and Morgan. We've got plans."

Sparky tried to answer, but only a tremor left her throat.

Brandy pressed her forehead to Sparky's, red eyes staring into blue, electricity flickering between them. "Tonight, I think we could all take care of you. Morgan, Calcine, Dani, and Me. We'd all get a bit of the bug."

Brandy dragged her tongue slowly up the side of Sparky's throat to her ear and bit down, not hard, just enough to make the Galvantula's whole body twitch as she stroked her cock.

The elevator filled with the hiss of electric static. Sparky's mouth opened, but no words came out, just a broken sound halfway between a gasp and a moan.

"We don't have time to do it properly here," Brandy said softly. "But if you promise to behave, then I will make time after."

"That's a good deal," Calcine rumbled, voice low and approving. "I love Sparky; everyone should love her just as much."

Brandy didn't even have to look; she could feel Sparky's excitement spike, the air between them full of crackling sparks.

"Oh, yes, yes, fuck yes," Sparky blurted, nodding so fast her hair fuzzed out with static. "That's the perfect plan, ten out of ten plan, the best plan."

Her words dissolved into a yelp as Brandy gave her another deliberate stroke, the motion smooth and teasing.

Brandy smirked, watching the bug tremble. "Then you can start by behaving until we get there."

"Y-yes ma'am," Sparky managed, voice strangled between breathless laughter and desperate obedience.

Calcine chuckled. "She's going to be a good girl."

"Barely," Morgan murmured, brushing her claws once more along Sparky's jaw. "But I'll enjoy watching her try."

The elevator doors slid open one last time with a soft ding, and Brandy was the first to step out, her grip still firm on Sparky's dick as if to remind her that she was on thin ice.

The penthouse suite they stepped into looked really expensive. Hardwood floors and high vaulted ceilings. Warm amber lighting bathed everything in a soft glow, glinting off a few dangling silver charms that swayed lazily from the ceiling fans.

The place felt open, because someone had stacked all the furniture neatly in one corner, clearing the center of the room for a wide, circular nest of cushions. Deep purples, soft reds, and a few silky silvers layered together to make it look like some kind of ritual lounge, or a very organized orgy waiting to happen.

It could be the latter, because Heatstroke and Hustle were already here. Both half-submerged in their own pile of soft furnishings.

The Salazzle flowed over her lover's body, her tail coiled around Hustle's thick thighs in a slow, claiming loop. Her dark scales glinted as she pressed her body against the Mudsdale's rough skin. Heatstroke's mouth hovered at Hustle's collarbone, close enough that every breath ghosted over her partner's skin.

Hustle leaned back into the cushions as she held onto Heatstroke, huge body spread out so she could be used as a mattress. One of her hands rested on Heatstroke's hip, thumb tracing lazy circles over the glittering crimson fabric, while the other caught the Salazzle's chin and drew her up for a kiss.

Heatstroke pressed in hard, the tip of her long, whip-like tongue sliding against Hustle's lips and then lashing out to taste her cheeks. Purple flames danced on Hustle's skin, licking harmlessly as they dripped down to paint the curve of Hustle's throat.

Hustle rumbled a low sound from deep in her chest, the vibration rolling through the floor and shaking Brandy's body. Heatstroke arched against her, nails digging into the open collar of Hustle's coat as if to anchor herself against the strength beneath her.

"So glad we helped those two," Calcine said proudly, "They're perfect together."

Hustle noticed them first, tipping her hat in greeting without moving the arm currently draped over Heatstroke's waist.

"Well, hey there, troublemakers," she drawled. "Looking good as ever. We got here a little early. Hope that ain't a problem?"

"Not at all," Morgan replied quickly. "Glad you kept Elira from getting bored."

Hustle chuckled, giving Heatstroke a squeeze. "We're a great pair of entertainers."

Morgan nodded in agreement, but her gaze flicked past her to the far end of the cushion circle. A Pokémon was sprawled there like a queen, half-sunken into a throne of pillows with one knee propped up so she could look even more casual. The light caught her just right, sliding over the dark curves of her corset and the pale skin framed by its high collar. The room's fans made her deep-purple hair billow dramatically behind her.

Brandy knew a Delphox when she saw one; the purple hair had to be dyed. Her body fur was the distinctive rich yellow you'd expect, fading into dark orange at her limbs, sleek and well-groomed. She had a smooth-skinned face just like Morgan did, and a sly fox's grin that was also very Morgan when she had a plan she wasn't about to share.

She might look classy as fuck, but for Brandy, her focus was taken straight to those big, flame-tipped fox ears. They looked very pettable, and she really wanted to get her hands on them.

The Delphox lifted a gloved hand and blew Morgan a kiss.

Morgan's wings gave a faint tremor, a soft pulse of wind stirring through the room as she caught the invisible kiss in her palm and, with a sly little smirk, tucked it against her chest.

"Welcome back, Morgan," the woman who had to be Elira said finally, "Are these your lovers? They're quite the bunch. I felt your thoughts on the way up, and ..."

She blew out a stream of air and tugged at her collar.

"It's a shame I couldn't see what you were doing."

"Squashing bugs," Morgan grinned. "Everyone, this is Elira. She's the best, she can see the future, and she's going to help us plan this heist. We'll know all of Vivi's tricks before they even happen."

"There's still a lot to come." Elira said, "And some won't get here until morning, but we can go over some of it and get started."

She tipped her head at Brandy. "Or do you want to pet my ears first?"

Darn it. There really was no keeping any secrets from Psychic ladies. Well, at least she'd be very useful for a heist.

Brandy drew on her experience with Mercury here. If the other person could get into your head, just be comfortable with what's in it.

"I'd like to plan the heist." Brandy said, "And I'd love to pet your ears, but if you can see the future, then you can see what I'll be doing later tonight, right?"

It was such a joy to see Elira take a peek at Brandy's future, and then blush up a storm, trying to hide behind a pillow to disguise it. She had Sparky plans, but it was good to know even if those got disturbed, she'd be up to something tonight that was juicy enough to make a Delphox blush.