Hex This Mess (Lay the Very Best - Chapter 423)

The arcade wasn't that big; it made sense to Brandy that Odile would sleep in the back areas, and sure enough, there was a living space behind the glitz of the arcade. The giveaway was a matter of scale; everything in the arcade had been made for regular-sized people, but there was a single oversized door at the back, with a handle set at the level of Brandy's chest. Brandy had to lean her weight just to budge it. When it finally swung open, she stepped into a living space that immediately disoriented her.

The kitchen and living room were all in one area, but it all felt stretched out to suit Odile's giant frame. The kitchen counters sat just a little too high for Brandy to be comfortable, and her comfy furniture sprawled broad and sturdy, big enough to get lost in. She seemed to enjoy candles more than using the lights, with half-melted wax ones scattered all over the place, a few lit and glowing to provide the area with light, and the windows had a gauze over them to keep the place cozy.

The kitchen was a mess, with half-open cupboards crammed with spices and tea-filled mason jars, and a giant teapot occupying way too much counter space, surrounded by a forest of tea cups. The fridge was covered in old photos, showing a younger and shorter Odile dominating all sorts of different women with the help of her Pokémon. One faded picture showed her sitting triumphantly on the back of an exhausted, heavy-chested goth-lady, her Pumpkaboo gleefully biting her fingers in excitement in the background. Another caught her mid‑laugh with her arm around a blushing thin slip of a girl in a long black dress, both of them drenched in sweat, and Odile's hand firmly on her ass, her eyes gleaming with the same hungry confidence she carried now, 

Plenty of Goth ladies up there, but not a lot of punks that Brandy could see. 

The living room was mainly dominated by a big TV and a sofa, with a coffee table covered in what looked like pieces of a far too complicated board game. Brandy had never really gotten into those. There was a smell in the air that Brandy was familiar with, Odile's scent mixed in with a few others. They clearly fucked like crazy in this room, but they'd managed to keep it relatively neat.  

It was all sexually charged, but surprisingly cozy. Like Odile and her partners had gotten into a rhythm with each other that meant they could fill a day with more than just sex. Kind of like Fenny and Scoria, as much as Brandy's Mom's annoyed her with how sappy they were, they did it with an effortless love that meant they could make something as simple as making Breakfast sexy.

Ugh. Brandy still hadn't called her parents. They were going for a kid, and they would definitely be having sex. Brandy didn't want to deal with that; it was always so embarrassing.

There weren't a lot of rooms to explore from here, and Brandy got lucky and found the bedroom first try. The ceiling arched higher here than in the living room, beams reinforced with wooden root arches so someone could stand tall even if they had been hit with a dose of Sassy's Growth. A humongous bed sprawled against the back wall, wide enough to hold a small team of Pokémon and their Trainer besides. The dark purple sheets, with a forest of pillows scattered over them, made it look incredibly comfortable. 

The rest of the room was cluttered. Shelves sagged under stacks of paperback books with worn spines, mixed in with battered board games and tangled dice bags. Old posters, half peeled at the corners, showed heavy‑metal bands Brandy had never heard of and some cheesy horror flicks Brandy vaguely remembered from way back when she and Cherry would break into Cherry's parents' video stash. They hadn't really paid much attention to the movies; it had been hard to focus when Cherry was squirming on Brandy's lap, but the one with a Spectrier looming over a swooning woman was familiar. It hadn't been the actual Spectrier, that'd have been crazy, but the Rapidash playing her had been intense enough playing her that in comparison, even Mercury had seemed reasonable when she'd cornered Brandy and demanded to suck her fake dick.

The whole space screamed of old memories, and it was hard for Brandy not to think about her own. Her gaze drifted across the mess until it caught on a corkboard mounted on the wall, crowded with photos, drawings, and knick-knacks.

Selfies of Odile with women Brandy didn't know. Smiling, sweaty, or sometimes just holding hands and kissing. A faded, folded paper heart. A scrunchie looped around a pin. A necklace with half its beads missing. Odile's collection of lovers past, displayed like trophies. It made Brandy's chest tighten. Odile might play the tyrant, but she was clearly sentimental as hell.

No wonder she'd gone all out; she said she hadn't had many visitors to her arcade lately. A woman like this clearly needed constant connections, and she'd been starved. Brandy and Shay must have felt like a good meal after a long, exhausting fast.

Speaking of Shay, Brandy's Compound Eyes picked out that the pile of plushies on the bed wasn't just stuffed toys, one of them was alive.

Shay.

Odile's living plaything, kneeling in the middle of the bed, wearing something that made Brandy's breath falter. A harness of black straps hugged her torso, leather crossing between her breasts and cinching snug around her waist. A thin collar gleamed at her throat, a silver ring catching the low candlelight. She had a blindfold of soft cloth on, tied tight enough that it didn't fall off even as she lazily sat up from the pile. Her hair was the same chaotic two-tone puff Brandy remembered, black and brown split clean, the messy quiff bobbing as she tilted her head to the sound of the door.

Her lips curved into a grin. "Took you long enough, mistress." She arched her back, pushing her chest forward as if presenting herself. "I've been waiting. You like my outfit? Thought it'd get your attention."

Brandy froze, then let a sly smile creep across her face. Oh, Arceus. Shay thought she was Odile.

It would be responsible to explain the situation, and Brandy was a good soul. She wouldn't want to ever make a woman uncomfortable. Shay was a trouble making minx who'd promised to stick her ridiculously long tongue in Brandy next time they met. Would it be okay to mess with her?

Brandy chewed her lip thoughtfully. Teasing was fine; she wouldn't go further than that.

Shay licked her lips nervously, fingers toying with the edge of a strap. "Don't just stand there. Come touch me. You know I've been good."

Brandy padded closer, the carpet muffling her footsteps, until she stood at the edge of the bed. She leaned down, close enough for Shay to feel her breath.

"Good, huh?" Brandy whispered, letting her voice drop just low enough that it could be mistaken for Odile if you were horny enough.

Shay shivered. "Y-yeah. Haven't touched myself once. Just like you said. I've been aching for you, mistress. Please, don't make me beg."

Brandy's grin widened. Oh, this was too good. She let her hand hover just shy of Shay's cheek, not quite touching, and said softly, "You're awfully bold tonight. Is this really how a good girl behaves?"

Shay gasped, petulantly biting down on her lip. "You like it when I'm bold."

Brandy chuckled low in her throat, unable to help herself. She leaned in and brushed her lips close to Shay's ear. Her hand finally stroking gently along Shay's jawline, teasingly soft as her breath teased Shay's ear.

Shay melted at the touch, shaking with excitement. "Arceus, I've missed this."

Brandy's stomach twisted with amusement and a tiny bit of guilt. Time to let Shay in on the joke before things go too far. She pressed a lick just under Shay's ear, let it linger until Shay was squirming against her, then whispered, "I spoke to your mother."

Shay stiffened, breath catching in her throat. "Yes, Mistre- wait. What?"

Brandy slid the blindfold up with a flick of her fingers, watching Shay's wide eyes blink into the dim light and then flare huge when she saw who was inches from her face.

"Surprise," Brandy smirked. "Bet you weren't expecting me."

"You bitch!" Shay grabbed a cushion and threw it at Brandy. Brandy was too busy cackling to dodge, and it bounced off her with a thump.

"You look good!"

"I look fucking amazing," Shay huffed, "You're not so bad yourself, how's Morgan?"

"Really enjoying herself fucking a fat assed Pumpkaboo senseless." Brandy said, "And other trouble, but I'll explain that later."

"Good for her." Shay smiled. "Now explain why you're talking to my Mom right now, because it's never good with her!"

"She sent me to find you." Brandy grinned.

"Oh no."

"And see how you're doing on that mission she sent you on."

"Oh no." Shay groaned and flopped back into the pile of cushions, feet kicking up in the air. "Get over here and finish what you started, and I'll update you."

"You've actually been doing work?" Brandy said as she crawled over the bed to Shay. Picking at a strap on her clothes and pulling it until it snapped back, making Shay moan.

"I've been putting in so much work." Shay pouted, "Odile was miserable when I turned up. I think she was close to something nasty. It's a whole story."

"We got time," Brandy said, biting one of the black straps of Shay's outfit between her teeth. "Finish by the time I get this off you, and there'll be rewards."

"Fuck," Shay groaned. "Knew you'd be terrifying with some practice, but I'm into it. Okay, settle in. I'm about to explain why this situation is actually me working very hard."

Brandy had her doubts, but if Shay was lying, she'd get to punish her, and Odile had already given her a lot of ideas on how to do that.