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238 – A Whimper (A lil’ 18+)

As rough as Maple had been having it, getting Holly on the field changed everything.

Brandy had seen the blue mouse lady's power during Volleyball when she'd given Maple a shot of Helping Hand. That short burst of power was devastating, combined with Holly's ability to bounce about on her water ball tail and drop that buff on anyone at a moment's notice. Nova might have all the glittering raygun power, but it wasn't much against a boosted Marina barrelling over her like a steamroller.

"Someone's about to owe us a lot of chip cones." Sparky teased as they watched Marina use Nova as a club to break down one of the sand walls. Holly bounced through the gap, her tail flashing with water as she spun and bombed into another wall, which broke apart and swarmed her, trying to slow her down by mixing water and sand to make a sludgy mess. "Though maybe the Sandygast will save their asses. She's really doing work!"

"She's trying, but water and sand is a thixotropic mixture." Morgan tutted into the translucent arena wall Calcine was pressing her into. "It won't slow her down."

"I wonder how you know these words sometimes," Brandy said, shuffling in Calcine's grip. Warm, firm, and squishing her up against a wall? Heavenly.

"It means it's gel-like, but the more force you apply to it, the more it acts like water," Calcine said. "I know because Lapidary told me paint works like that."

"Maybe she watched our match," Brandy grinned. "She said she wanted you to be a Carkoal next time you saw her. Imagine what she'd say about you now."

Making a giantess blush was a lot of fun, but the giantess had a counterattack. Calcine wrapped an arm around Brandy's waist and hoisted her up for a devastating kiss. Hot and heavy, with Calcine's massive tongue rolling inside her mouth, her breath hot on Brandy's lips, the smell of her hair still faintly laced with the snappy electric scent of Sparky. The sheer size of the body that pinned Brandy against the wall.

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"Is this why you can't stay a Coalossal?" Morgan said, "You've broken our trainer."

"She needs to learn to take a break," Calcine smiled. "Look, Saffira's going to get Nova back in the game."

Holly had burst out the other side of a wet sand wall. The watery ball of her tail spun and whipped around to loosen the surrounding sands further. She struck a dramatic pose, one hand on her hip, and then got buried under an avalanche of mud. Nova cackled as she flexed her red claws to shake the last bits of mud off the end of her claws and gave her long, messy blue hair a dramatic flick.

"Tansy's Rock Tomb, Nova's Mud Slap, and the Shore Up from the Sandygast." Morgan whistled. "That's a lot of terrain control. Saffira's put together a clever little team. Bog your opponents down, and then use Tansy's speed and Nova's blasts to wear them down."

"Is mud thick as Anisotropic?" Sparky asked innocently.

"Thixotropic." Morgan corrected. "You're saying that wrong on purpose, and no, not oily enough. Mud just gets boggier."

"Mud?" Brandy mumbled in the kiss, her words slurred by the huge, warm tongue trying to explore her throat. "Maple mud wrestling?"

"Not yet, sweetheart," Morgan smiled. "Sparky, what did you do to Calcine? She's worked up."

Sparky just gave the dirtiest laugh Brandy had ever heard. Morgan squirmed out of Calcine's grip and gave chase, trying to catch the Joltik so she could tickle the information out of her. It led to a chaotic smashing chase through the room that they'd have to clean up later, or Brandy would feel incredibly guilty. It probably was far from the biggest mess trainers made of these places.

It left her with Calcine, who used her free arm to get under Brandy's ass and cradle her into a toe-curling kiss. Brandy didn't really know how much time passed before the kiss was over. Still, without the arena wall to lean on, she'd have shown she was thixotropic herself and oozed onto the floor.

"Wow."

"You were sucking my dick a few minutes ago."

"Yeah, but that wasn't a kiss. Holy shit."

Calcine bent to get eye level with Brandy, which really showed off how much she loomed. It suited her. Brandy always felt Calcine had a big personality, and now she finally had a body to match.

"Why don't you want to stay a Coalossal?" Brandy said, "You wear it really well."

"I like stealing your shirts," Calcine said, a massive hand stroking under Brandy's chin. "They wouldn't fit anymore."

"If you're worried about size, don't," Brandy said, stroking Calcine's hand. The thrill of all that power made Brandy's blood boil in a good way. It wasn't a pure-size thing; Brandy didn't much care about that sort of thing; it was just how comfortably Calcine owned it. This new body fit her. "I like you being bigger than me. I feel safe when you hold me. You look stunning."

"I know I do. Watch this." Calcine said and rolled her hips. There was a crash, and Brandy saw that Morgan had run right into a chair and fallen into a feathery heap.

"Put that ass away!" Morgan squeaked. "Fuck, it's so beautiful."

"There are a few reasons I'm not keeping it," Calcine grinned, shaking her hips and getting some weak groans from Morgan, who was both trying to shield her eyes and desperately looking. "Some I'm still working out, but this is one reason. I'm not going to go around with an ass like this all day. You're all just going to get distracted. It's not just about my strength; we're a team, so it's about all of you, too. You need to work hard and prove you can handle all this. Until then, I always got the stone to bring it out as a treat."

"I can handle it!" Sparky called. "I'm going to prove it on our date."

"I'm going to end her, Brandy," Calcine whispered. "I am going to squish the bug."

Brandy just patted Calcine's cheek. Good. It's what Sparky would want.

There was an almighty bang, a deafening roar that rattled everything. The crowd absolutely lost it as the roar died down. Brandy leaned back to look and saw that the Sandygast's castle had been absolutely annihilated. Nova had exploded, her broken body glowing in the air, scattering everyone across the arena. Except the Sandygast was already getting up again, shaking her head off, sand spilling down her blobby form to make her hair.

"Ghosts are immune to Normal Moves. Including Explosion." Brandy gasped. "That's why she got a Ghost. That's genius."

"Great idea, but she should have paid more attention. Marina has Endure," Calcine said, "She just tanked the big hit. Should have worn her down first. Now it's the Sandyghast against Marina and ... "

Weak to Ice and Water, the Sandygast was just outmatched. Marina's ice javelins turned her into a pincushion, and then she was thrown back into the mud and frozen there. Marina trudged through the mess of the arena and dug about for her Maple and Saffira while everyone squirmed on the floor. Brandy needed a solution to Explosion, she might have to fight Saffira sometime, and it was a devastating Move. Without Marina, Maple's team would have been cooked.

Instead, Marina had both Trainers plucked out of the sand and mud, shaking the two dripping messes clean and nudging Maple back to life. Maple whispered something and pointed at Brandy. Wait, what?

"Oh, of course, she knows we're here." Calcine chuckled, "She's going to give us a show. Maple, you really are a good girlfriend."

Marina walked Saffira over to the Arena wall Brandy was looking through and slammed her right up to it, hands behind her back and her breasts squished up against the barrier. Saffira struggled weakly, and Marina slapped her ass and then slid her fingers between Saffira's legs, stroking to coax her back to life. It was an insane view. Saffira's face was right up to the barrier, and Brandy could see every detail. Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were slightly parted, all that desire painted on her so plainly in mud, sweat, and needy muscle twitches.

Brandy was too distracted to notice Calcine shift and push her up against the wall, her thick fingers slipping between Brandy's legs in a mirror of what Marina was doing.

"Calcine!" Brandy gasped.

"It's what Maple wants," Calcine said, "But if you want, I'll stop."

"No, I want it," Brandy whined, matching her chest press with Saffira. Pressing her hands to the same spots, a handhold separated by the thin barrier. She was just as exhausted as Saffira and just as worked up. She knew this was going to be a long show. "Just... fuck, your fingers are giant. You might have to take it slow."

Calcine growled to signal she'd heard Brandy's advice. But it was apparently discarded. She was not slow. The moment Brandy had given the go-ahead, Calcine went into a full-on assault, her giant fingers curling up and driving up and down, the pad of her thumb pressing at her clit. The roughness of her touch, the power behind the thrusting, was absolutely perfect. Calcine was in command, and Brandy could only hold on for the ride. In front of her, Marina's fingers were eventually replaced by Maple's tongue as she crouched between Saffira's legs and let her sit on Maple's face so she could eat her out. All the while, Marina held Saffira fast and slowly worked on her rear. Brandy couldn't see the ass fucking coming her way, but she could hear the slaps of it, and she could see how Saffira just broke down into a mewling mess.

"Saffira really was close," Brandy whined, her hips bucking up as she ground into Calcine's fingers. The Coalossal was relentless, her fingers driving deeper, rubbing faster. "But I knew my Maple would pull through. She wanted it so bad."

"Saffira's pretty stubborn, and Maple's got a lot to prove. They were a good match," Calcine agreed, her fingers driving a bit faster, the pad of her thumb pressing harder. She effortlessly unwinded Brandy's thoughts into a happy blur. "You'll have to fight one of them someday. Are you going to be ready?"

"You'll all make me ready," Brandy gasped. "We've got to get stronger so you can be a Coalossal all the time."

Calcine's free hand curled around Brandy's neck, and Calcine bent her back for an upside-down kiss. It was the most beautiful way to shut her up. She wasn't sure how long it was, but when the announcers barked out to give the match to Maple. Brandy broke the kiss, a whining, moaning mess, her hips bucking into the hand between her legs. A rush of ecstasy tore through her and made her toes curl, her back arch, and her mind just shut off.

Everything became a soft, fuzzy white noise. She'd watched the match, cheered for her girlfriend, and endured a lot. Now, she needed to rest. She could trust her partners to handle things from here.