357 – Squash the Bug ❤️
Brandy had always known Sparky was a little different.
Maybe it was a little sappy to think that. Every trainer probably thought their Pokémon partners were special, but sappy or not, Brandy believed it. Sparky had thrown everything she had into trying to make the people around her smile, and she always carried a fear that she was just a little bug trying too hard to do the impossible.
It wasn't that Sparky was strong, or that she had a truly unique way of fighting. Brandy had met plenty of Pokémon who were fast and clever. No, it was something more important than that. Sparky had a spark in her heart, a drive, an almost desperate need to be more than what anyone expected from her. She was the kind of woman who'd never hesitate to put herself on the line, who poured every ounce of herself into battle and never expected to be praised for it.
Brandy had been warned managing a big team was tough, and with Sparky's head finally between her thighs, it was obvious how true that was. This should have happened so long ago, and it'd taken until there was a crisis for it to happen. The bug deserved this for so long, and if it was only going to happen because they needed to break a Hex, Brandy owed it to Sparky to at least make it really good.
Those rows of blue eyes Brandy loved didn't look right with purple in them. The bright, bouncy blue suited Sparky, and Brandy was going to have to dig it back out. With thigh crushing. Obviously.
Brandy started to squeeze, slowly at first, letting the pressure build as she adjusted her hold. The warm bristle of Sparky's fur tingled against her, tiny sparks dancing up her skin. Brandy knew her partner, and despite all her manic energy, a part of Sparky melted when she was held just right. The firmer the better. Brandy tightened her grip a little more, pressing her thighs together in a slow, pulsing motion. If Sparky was in there, she'd react.
She simply had to.
Sparky's arms were pinned and tied, and her mouth was stuffed with fabric, but she still struggled to get out. The Froslass puppeteering her, putting up a resistance. They might have even gotten free if they'd known Sparky had Bug Buzz. A vibrating bug would be challenging to keep pinned down. Luckily, they didn't seem to have a clue about that. Brandy reached up, brushing her fingers lightly against the side of Sparky's face, her touch firm but careful. The fur there was still warm, still buzzing softly with the remnants of static, but it felt dulled somehow, like a fire burning low, starved of air.
"That's not you," Brandy murmured, voice barely above a whisper. "I'm going to rewire you. Spark you to life."
No response. The pun needed to be even worse.
Brandy took a slow breath, adjusted her hold, and pressed hard enough to feel the rise and fall of Sparky's cheeks as she breathed.
"Nothing?" Brandy scoffed. "Looks like you're a little… short-circuited."
Brandy felt Sparky's struggles weaken as a slow breath snorted out of her nose, the tension in her body shifting from forced resistance to something more natural. The bug's fur bristled beneath her grip, the delicate, silken strands pressing into Brandy's bare skin, their static clinging to her like a warm, crackling mist. She felt every slight tremor from Sparky's body as it shook against her, their bodies locked in a slow, unspoken battle of will and control. The chill of the ice battle behind Brandy had her skin all in goosebumps, but it all felt so far away at this moment. Distant thunder rumbling far away from their cozy spot here.
Brandy narrowed her eyes. If she had to drag her partner back into herself, she was going to do it by any means necessary. And she knew precisely what Sparky would never, ever ignore.
She tightened her hold, squeezing her thighs harder around Sparky's head, feeling the soft crackle of fur against her skin. The Galvantula's fur was warm, and Brandy could feel every bristle of static tickling at her. The warmth of Sparky's body beneath her, the slow, controlled grip she kept, should have been impossible to ignore.
Brandy exhaled sharply, and let her whole weight settle against Sparky, her hands moving to pin the Galvantula's arms down completely. The bug was thoroughly squashed, squeezed, and surrounded. It was everything she wanted, and yet the Hex didn't break.
"Oh, come on," Brandy growled, "Don't hide. You love this. You've been begging for it for so long, and now you don't care enough to come enjoy it? This joke isn't funny."
Running her hands through Sparky's hair, she ground herself over their face. Trembling as the crackling electricity fizzled over her boxers and made her spine curl. It was a fight not to go weak there, but Brandy gave as much effort as Sparky would have to hang on.
"You tell bad jokes, but you don't tell unfunny ones. I miss them, and I need you. Get your very spankable ass out here already."
There. A flicker.
The faintest, tiniest splotch of blue in her eyes.
Brandy wanted to follow up on her promises, and she might as well start now. Leaning back, riding Sparky's face, she stretched out a hand to smack the side of Sparky's ass with a very satisfying clap. While she was bent back, she saw Morgan had a wing half pinned to a wall with icicles, purple energy curling over her body. They'd managed to Curse Body her Astonish, and without her teleport, the only thing keeping her from being taken out was Calcine, who had both Froslass pinned up against the wall and was trying to win a kissing war with both. Frost had spread over some of her coal-black skin, and the heat wasn't melting the ice. Calcine was losing the fight, even if the Froslass's feet kicked happily in the air with every smokey kiss.
They needed help badly.
A tremble in Sparky's body brought her attention back to them. It wasn't a tremble of resistance. She was in there somewhere and wanted this too much to ignore it any longer.
The glow in Sparky's eyes flickered, blue swirling into the purple. Then, the static on her fur jumped sharply, throwing out wild bursts that made Brandy's body jolt with pleasure. Then, with a surge of strength, Sparky bucked hard against her restraints, the bindings straining against the force. The purple glow in her eyes flickered, the Hex struggling to hold as her own instincts fought back.
Brandy grinned. "There you are."
It was working, so why not double down? Shifting her weight to hold Sparky firmly in place, her grip steady, unyielding. Brandy took her hands from Sparky's hair and let her full weight get put into squishing the bug. Thighs, ass, the full smushing. The Galvantula's fur bristled wildly, erratic bursts of static crackling between them, jolting through Brandy's body like tiny, electric kisses. Sparky was fighting the Hex, pushing back against the Move, trying to tug her strings.
Brandy rubbed a hand down her body, the purple and blue glow of Sparky's eyes from between her legs. , her voice low, teasing but laced with something more serious underneath. "Oh, you think you can break free all on your own? That's cute, but we both know you work best when someone's got you locked in tight. You just need a little push, don't you?"
Another flicker. More blue, fighting through the purple haze in those bright, beautiful eyes. Brandy let a grin spread across her lips as she traced a hand along the trembling Galvantula's side, feeling the tension there, the strength coiling beneath Sparky's skin. She was close. So damn close.
A shriek tore through the icy battlefield, drawing Brandy's attention just long enough to see Morgan finally rip free from the icicles that had pinned her, her wings flaring wide as she turned toward the Froslass with a murderous glint in her eyes. But the ghost wasn't done yet; purple tendrils of cursed energy still coiled around her body, threatening to pull her back into their clutches. Brandy could see Calcine was barely holding on, her body stiffening against the relentless cold of the ice spirits' magic.
They didn't have much time.
Brandy turned back to Sparky, her grip tightening, her voice dropping to a sharp, commanding whisper. "Come on, partner. Time to wake up. I'm not going to let you go until you do. And if you're in there, if you're fighting, then you already know the punchline. You know how this ends."
She dragged a hand along the Galvantula's fur, nails skimming just enough to send another jolt through them both. Then she squeezed again, firm and unrelenting. "So what's it going to be, Sparky? Are you going to let some frosty bitch tell you what to do? Or are you going to light up like the storm you are and show them why nobody cages my damn bug?"
For a breath, everything stilled.
Then Sparky's body surged beneath her, a wild, untamed current of energy ripping through the air like a lightning storm cracking open the sky. The static pouring from her fur became an uncontrollable surge, the sparks flying so fast and so bright that Brandy had to grit her teeth against its sheer force.
The bindings snapped like brittle twigs. The fabric gag burned away in a rush of heat and raw electricity. And then, with a snarl that sent a shiver down Brandy's spine, Sparky twisted free and launched herself forward, eyes blazing with a fierce, undeniable blue.
"Brandy," Sparky rasped, her voice thick and crackling with static. "You really know how to turn a bug back on."
Brandy didn't even groan at the joke. It actually brought a smile to her face.
"Want revenge?"
"Can I stay here for a bit?"
Brandy chewed her lip thoughtfully and then waggled her eyebrows. "You help me get Calcine free, I'll get you back down there, and we'll do it together."
"Get off me, Brandy!" Sparky yelped. "We have to save Calcine!"