I Want To Lay the Very Best!
324 – Heavily Armed

They were about to go into battle, but a moment simply had to be taken to be giddy over how fucking cute Calcine looked in her raincoat. 

"It isn't a big deal," Calcine said with stoic seriousness, her eyes glowing in the depths of the oversized black puffer raincoat that made her look like she was wearing a sleeping bag. It was adorable, and Brandy knew it was huggable because she was currently hugging it. 

"You are always a big deal," Brandy said, squeezing Calcine's waist through the thick coat. "You say that a lot."

"Well. Kinda." Calcine smiled, "But I know you're all teasing me."

"It's practical, but it's not exactly sexy." Morgan picked at Calcine's hood, "You could just wear a big hat with a wide brim."

"And steal your look? Never."

Sparky was knelt on the ground, doing her best to worm her way into the coat through the hole by the legs and cursing her new arms and size. Calcine wasn't even trying to stop her; she just occasionally squeezed her head with her thighs, which the bug enjoyed quite a bit. She'd also dragged Danièle into this mission of hers, and the Magikarp was enraptured with Calcine's thighs, looking at them wide-eyed like they might as well have been Arceus's herself.

"I think Calcine's sexy," Danièle murmered. "No matter what she wears." 

"You're just saying that because you got to suck her dick." Morgan chided. 

"I mean, yeah, but it was a really good dick. Made some persuasive arguments."

She got a hair ruffle for that, and Calcine looped one of her long pigtails around a finger. Danièle's beaming smile took the wind right out of Morgan's argument and she waved Calcine to the door with her wings instead. "You win. The raincoat stays. We'll try to let you have the thinnest one so you can squeeze them in there."

"Shame Chew's not coming," Sparky hopped up to her feet, offering three hands to Danièle to help her up. She grabbed two and put her head in the third, giving a happy squeal as Sparky hefted her up in one quick pull. "That lanky fish would fit in there."

It was a shame, but Nibbles had made a good argument that they'd have a better chance of convincing the deep sea Pokémon to switch sides if they used their own strength. Nibbles, Chew, and a few of the others Mahi and Holly had picked up were having delicious stew and swapping stories, ready to come out when Monique made her final moves. Brandy trusted them. As full of herself as Nibbles was, she wasn't a liar. Nibbles bragged, and then she tried to live up to the brag. There was a weird kind of honor in that. 

Danièle had, between mouthfuls of Calcine cock, get them up to speed on deep-sea Pokémon. It took great skill with Water moves or incredible strength and durability to live down there, and any Trainer would be proud to catch a deep sea Pokémon. They tended to be long-lived, experienced, and powerful. Unfortunately,  Danièle couldn't tell them who to expect; the sea community was tight-knit, but deep sea Pokémon didn't drift with the usual crowds. When they turned up, sometimes you got old friends, sometimes you got lost legends, and sometimes it just threw up a bunch of surprises. 

The terrain was definitely to their advantage. Rain rippled against the windows at such a rapid pace you couldn't hear the individual drops; it was just one loud, droning rumble. Holly had dried out Brandy's clothes while she'd cuddled up with Maple, and while it was nice of her to do that, it would be a futile gesture. Brandy would be soaked to the bone the moment she stepped outside, and for just a moment, she enviously looked at Calcine's ridiculous coat. The Steam Engine they shared didn't like getting soaked without some heat to help burn it off, and as much as she'd tried on her break, Brandy still hadn't worked out how to do the Flame Body trick when she wasn't high as a kite on Nibble's Poison.

"Come on," Brandy said, "Maple's waiting for us out there. Let's show her we can keep up."

"Let's all get soaked so Brandy can impress her girlfriend," Sparky cheerfully said and cackled when Calcine and Morgan just nodded in agreement. "We'll be back soon, Danièle. Unless you want to come."

"I'd just get in the way!" Danièle said cheerfully. The Magikarp didn't mind admitting she was useless, and usually, that'd bother Brandy. But Danièle wasn't saying it in a defeatest way. She didn't really like fighting. She was here to kiss girls, choke on a nice dick, and make sure her friends all had a good time, and since all her friends were having stew or floating about blissed out on the ocean waves, Danièle was very happy. There was nothing out there for her, and who was Brandy to drag her away from the people she loved? They gave her some thumbs up, and then Brandy cracked open the door to the nightmarishly wet deck outside. 

Calcine braved the rain first. Her huge outline, haloed with splashing raindrops, gave them all something to head towards as they followed. Even with Brandy's Compound Eyes, the visibility was fucking terrible, so Calcine and Morgan had to be practically blind. 

"Morgan, Hurricane on us? Try to form a windshield against all this." Brandy yelled over the roar of the storm. She had to make sure they stuck together this time; communication would be impossible if they split. 

Calcine had her arms wrapped around Sparky, trying to protect her fur with her own massive body, and they both cringed as Morgan's wind splashed them all in a new direction. The wind around them began to pick up. 

"Keep going," Brandy called out. "It'll work." 

It wasn't pleasant, but eventually, Brandy was proved right. Morgan put them in the eye of her Hurricane and carved out a small space where the rain still fell but at a far less relentless pace. 

"This sucks," Sparky groaned, trying to shake water off her collar's fur. "I'm going to end up weighing double soaking all this in."

"It'll get better the longer I can keep this up," Morgan said, her face a mask of determination as the winds spun around her wings to join the cyclone around them. "But I need to focus on doing it. You all have to protect me."

"We can do that," Brandy promised, being able to see what they were doing was worth sacrificing Morgan's mobility for. "Sparky, if anything comes at us, web traps. Calcine, cuddle the bug and load up a Flame Charge."

"Bug cuddled." Calcine nodded, briefly lifting Sparky off the ground and kissing her wet, wet fur. It was pure luck she did it, as long thin needles sailed out of the Hurricane around them and hammered into the deck in a line right where Sparky had been standing. 

"Morgan, steer into that!" Brandy called, ducking to ready herself for a dodge. "Sparky run defense with webs." 

They had to be quick to keep up with Morgan because she got her stride on, the gathering wall of wind ahead of her brushing away a second flurry of needles that didn't even come close to the group. The Pokémon firing needed to adjust for the Hurricane, and they weren't doing well. Not a dedicated ranged fighter, then. A real one would have noticed what was going on immediately. 

"They're baiting us for a brawl." Brandy said, "Sparky hit them with an Electroball as soon as we're on them." 

Lightning crackled between Sparky's fingers as they all ran forward, a few shapes ahead trying to scatter before the Hurricane overran them. Morgan picked out the slowest and drove the Hurricane into them, but they didn't move an inch as the howling winds broke off the thick plates along their arms. She was an imposing figure; purple eyes glowed in the eyeholes of the thin skull-shaped domino mask she was wearing, with two long thin purple horns curling up past the armor plating like a shell that protected the rest of her head. The plates were thick white segments with a slight green tint. Any one piece of plating was big enough that it could have been used as a shield, but they were slotted into each other instead to give an impressive-looking protective scale that surrounded her trim body. They were cracking their fists, showing off that they had four arms just like Sparky. As if she had to one-up Sparky, she also had an extra pair of gigantic arms made of that thick armor plating slotted into her back, long black claws on the end that were bigger than Brandy's leg. 

She looked like she was wearing power armor like a cloak, and the deck shook as she jumped and punched one of her smaller arms into the air with glee. 

"Redhead! Redhead! We have a winner!" 

Sparky didn't even banter; to Brandy's delight, she just immediately tried to dunk the challenger with an Electroball. The glowing ball of electricity pitched across the deck towards her at speed, but halfway to her, it suddenly veered off at a right angle and smashed through Morgan's Hurricane, hitting one of the shadows trying to flank them. 

"Lightning Rod!" Sparky snapped, "I can't zap her." 

"Zap me! Where's the Bug solidarity? Multi-armed girls got to stick together."

"Four is the cool amount; six is gross."

Her plating clicked and clacked as it moved around her, stepping forward and stretching out one of those giant arms to point dramatically forward. "Rude. Clearly I got to impress. Want to see a trick?"

"No?" Brandy said hopefully. 

"Too bad," she said, and when she came forward, it really was blink and you'd miss it. For all that heavy-looking armor, she moved faster than any Pokémon Brandy had ever seen. 

"I love-" she said, ducking one of Sparky's Electrowebs. "-making a -" She caught Calcine's Flame Charge on one of her big arms, the flames splashing against the tinted white plates, and she slid down to one knee. "FIRST IMPRESSION"

She uppercut Calcine so hard that the entire boat shook. Calcine was lifted off her feet and thrown right through Morgan's Hurricane, landing with a fiery crash amongst the shadows outside. The Bug Pokémon, a Golisopod for sure, skidded in a quick circle as her speed bled off and then took a bow before them, all her limbs outspread. Sparky angrily launched a barrage of Electroweb at her, but they all got ripped out of the air and flew off towards the shape beyond the Hurricane, who at least was moaning her brains out from all the shocks even if she was ruining Sparky's electric moves. 

"You fucked up," Sparky growled. "You punched the wrong girlfriend." 

"You're dating her? Nice job." the Golisopod whistled. "Come on, avenge her if you think you can." 

"Don't." Brandy cut in, "Stick with me, Sparky, she's got friends, and you can't use Electric until we take out whoever is sucking up all your moves. Calcine will come back."

"Her ass is mine, though?" 

"If you can find it in all that armor," Morgan snorted. "She looks skinny, not an ass I care about."

"I can hear you!" the Golisopod gasped, four hands over her heart. "This is so mean. I come out here to give you all a good brawl, and I got nothing but stick for it."

"Oh, you're getting a big stick." Sparky grinned, spinning webbing in her and not throwing it. She couldn't lose it to the Lightning Rod Pokémon if she didn't throw it. "And you're going to love it."

The Golisopod paused. 

"Like you make my dick bigger? Or you have a big dick, and you're going to fuck me?"

"I'm going to fuck you."

"Right. That joke needs a bit of work. It wasn't clear."

"I'm going to fucking kill her." Sparky hissed.

At least she didn't take the bait. Brandy sank her hand into the fur around Sparky's neck and gently squeezed it, helping her to untense. They had to keep clear heads; there were more Pokémon waiting beyond the Hurricane wall to jump in if they got separated. It wasn't by pure chance the Golisopod had been the one to end up inside the Hurricane; somebody had picked her to be the one to try to break up Brandy's team.

Wild Pokémon teamwork was rare, but Danièle had been right. Deep sea Pokémon were no joke, and this would not be easy.