Trainers could fight in so many different ways.

Pillow Trainers specialized in being exceptional at fucking and aimed to get a Pokémon down on the mattress as fast as possible. Ciaran Beltran was a famous Ghost Ace who was hopeless at fighting but let her Pokémon possess her to help her fuck with the best of Pokémon and Human talent. She'd won Tournaments and humbled even the strongest of Trainers with her skill; a truly spooky and exciting lady. 

Binding Trainers loved to tie their opponents up so they could take them at their own pace. Velvet and Trinket were probably experts at that before they had settled down, and the little Brandy had learned from them still seemed like it'd be really useful. She'd remembered watching some sanitized Binding Ball trick videos when she was younger without really understanding how it could all be used for devious intent. She really should have paid more attention.

Bond Trainers weren't good at fighting or fucking, but they had a rediculously powerful bond with the Pokémon they did have. They often had very small teams, just one or two Pokémon, but they worked together so well they could punch well above their numbers. It was an intense specialization, where you had to bear your heart entirely, usually favored by someone with a powerful Pokémon like a Gardevoir or Kommo-o.

Maple was a Trainer who aimed to excel in everything and be a Perfect Trainer. A Trainer able to fight as good as they fucked, and have a strong bond with her Pokémon on top. It was a path that was hard as hell to actually pull off. Relationships, sex, and fighting weren't simple things to master. Mastering all of them might make you the next Red or just make you someone who wasn't very good at anything.  

Brandy was a little Maple, but she was finding her real talent lay in her more reactive fighting style, which didn't have a good name yet. It was all about taking whatever her opponent threw at her and trying to find a way to turn it to her advantage. Understand the needs of her opponent and get them to want Brandy to satisfy them. 

So what did Victoria and her Noibats want?  

Victoria seemed to be a Gimmick Trainer. One who'd found a particularly potent Move combination that they forced you to deal with if you wanted any chance of winning. The Noibat's unified Supersonic screeches made hearing impossible and were doing something to Brandy's eyes that made her vision blurry. Brandy knew her eyes were jelly inside, like a Solosis, so maybe the vibrations made the jelly wobble? 

The important thing was she was blind and deaf. While Victoria couldn't see, Brandy would have bet her last Poké-dollar that her Noibat inheritance meant she could hear so well it wouldn't even matter. The screeching made Brandy and her team complete sitting ducks. She had to find a way to counter if she wanted to try to turn this around. 

The first thing was to work out her surroundings before Noibats completely swarmed her. She'd landed in the minecart at the back with Sparky and Calcine, Victoria, and a few Noibats already inside it. Her Noibats had Double Team, which let them make copies of themselves that popped if they were put under any real pressure, so it was a pretty darn crowded cart. She could feel a few different warm bodies rubbing against her as she sat up. 

The wind blowing through her hair from the mine carts as they trundled along the tracks was enough to let her know the direction they were moving. She reached out to put her hand on the wall of the minecart that headed forward and got a handful of soft fur. That could have been Sparky or a Noibat, so Brandy ran her hand over it and felt what it was attached to bend. A Noibat ear? There was an easier way to check.

Brandy squeezed the fuzzy chest offered to her and found a small handful there. Well, that was a Noibat because her Sparky was absolutely stacked. Brandy understood the bat woman's struggles and did her best to fondle them properly.

She leaned in to give the ear a playful bite and felt it flutter between her teeth. Something flailed against her chest as the vibrations of what might be a giggle or a moan made the ear tremble. A little more pressure and the ear and body flailing against her popped like a soap bubble. It'd been a Double Team clone, and its sudden absence dropped Brandy face-first into somebody's lap. 

She grabbed their sides for support but didn't need to feel that firm side to know it was Calcine. Brandy knew Calcine's dick when she was planted face-first into it, that delightful blend of firmness with a hint of softness. She nuzzled it and kissed it through Calcine's gym shorts, letting her know she had a friend in her lap. Calcine grabbed her hair and pushed her down against the bulge, running it along Brandy's cheek as her hot fingers massaged Brandy's scalp. 

Darn, okay, maybe that had been a little too friendly. 

Brandy felt the cart shake, and a heavy impact slammed into her back. She was knocked further into Calcine's lap, which wasn't the worst place to end up at all, with a pair of powerful hands rubbing at her back and curling up her shirt. A tip-tap of hot fingertips on her back teased out some fire within her. Brandy tried to go for a lick, but another cart shake meant she poked an eye on something instead, and her cussing was lost in the chittering screeches. 

Brandy couldn't believe she was thinking this, but there was no time for blowjobs. 

She had to get Calcine to recognise her, so instead of going for that Carkol dick, Brandy shoved her face into Calcine's stomach and rolled her face around those firm abs, stopping for a kiss and then repeating, trying to press her intentions onto Calcine's body physically. Circle and kiss. Circle and kiss. It took a few cycles, but eventually, her intention seemed to bleed through. Calcine grabbed her tight and twisted in place, spinning them both as she fired up a Rapid Spin. 

There were too many people in this cart, and a few bumping body slams from them both rolling about soon began to clear it out as the people with their senses still left clambered to escape. Brandy felt her back press into a mass of feathers and reached out to grab, getting a handful of fuzzy felt. Morgan's hat! Perfect. 

Calcine span her into Morgan's winged arms, and Brandy got her thighs around her, squeezing her tight and dragging her into the spin. Morgan's head angrily tapped her chest, but she calmed down when she realized she could just stick her face into Brandy's chest. A pair of fangs bit in Brandy's arm, making her tremble at the thrill of it. Calcine slammed all three of them into the wall of the cart, and they didn't pop. 

That could be Sparky, or it could be a Noibat. Brandy's hands were too full for a chest squeeze. She'd just have to hope they gave things away. She needed Morgan to give them some space, so she took a deep lungful of air, lifted Morgan's hat, and blew it out over Morgan's hair. It was so unfair; her vision was too blurry to see what Morgan had under that hat finally. 

Morgan snuffled her face into Brandy's chest more, kissing along her breasts affectionately as Calcine's spin wound down. Not being able to see the kisses coming made them better somehow. Every press of her soft lips made Brandy's skin tingle. Some kind of snow or dust was drifting down onto them, and every touch of that almost made her squirm. It couldn't rain indoors, but whatever move it was, it made Brandy as sensitive as when Sparky got overeager with her shocks. She blew another lungful of air, tapping Morgan's wings to get her attention. 

Brandy was pretty sure Morgan worked it out right away and just wanted some time slathering kisses all over Brandy's chest, but eventually, the Murkrow broke off her and flapped her wings back, a pounding gust of wind slamming into the cart and lifting people up, spilling their contents all over the place. Brandy was thrown out completely, Morgan's winds buffeting her to cushion her landing, but it wasn't needed as someone grabbed her arm and threw her right back into the cart. Or one of the carts anyway; the brief tumble through the air had been so fast and disorientating that Brandy really could have landed anywhere. 

She landed on someone, crashing into them and bouncing off cart walls. Her head rattled as they clambered atop her. Their hands didn't have claws, so it wasn't Morgan, and Brandy could feel a lot of fabric against her skin, so it wasn't any of the barely dressed Pokémon. A Trainer! Morgan must have thrown her at Victoria.

This was perfect. Brandy reached up to grab her shoulders and pull her in for a kiss. If she could stop Vicotria from giving her Noibat commands, she might lose control of them enough to stop the Supersonic. 

Victoria was shocked for a moment, not kissing back, but as Brandy squeezed her shoulders and dragged a thigh over her leg, she melted and let her tongue come out. Brandy's mouth was suddenly full of a tongue that took no prisoners, lashing at hers and trying to overwhelm it completely. It was dizzying, but Brandy had trained up some. She could kiss back, and she did, battling that tongue and trying to wrestle it down. 

She hadn't expected Victoria to dive into this so aggressively. Was she so sure in her advantage she thought she could fuck Brandy senseless? That was the wrong way around, Victoria! A Joyce didn't go down easily!

Well. Okay. They did. But not like that.

No talking made it hard to tease Victoria and work her up, but Brandy tried to make her feelings bleed through their connected bodies instead.

'I want you so bad.' Brandy tried to tell her with every movement. With every squeeze and heavy lip bite, she could feel a little sweat on Victoria's cheeks, some exertion from excitement. This was working!

Victoria's hands were busy pinning Brandy down, which meant Brandy had free hands. She ran them up and down Victoria's body, searching for a button or zip. Wasn't she wearing some kind of belt corset? Her hands couldn't find the laces. It must have come off as her hand brushed over hard muscle instead. 

Fuck, Victoria was fit as hell. That didn't feel right. Noibat were thick, not muscly, and Victoria had looked rather slim? It reminded her more of Tansy and her incredible abs. 

Oh no. Brandy had a horrible idea. She knew what was happening here.

Brandy leaned into the kiss and touched foreheads. It was a lovely kiss that should have had Victoria's big red glasses pressing into her face, making things a little tricky. There were no glasses.

This wasn't Victoria. This was Tansy's Trainer, Saffira.

Brandy felt her hands being raised and pinned in place, one hand getting around both her wrists and holding her still while the other went for her pants. Saffira was making the same mistake and thought Brandy was Victoria! She had the same plan as well. Fuck Brandy until the Supersonic stopped. 

Well, Brandy was totally up for getting fucked senseless by a Trainer with rock-hard abs and, from her hands exploring, some gorgeous Calcine-level muscles, trim and fit enough to show strength but not so much it was unsightly. Brandy had a lot of types, and Saffira was one of them.

But this was still pretty embarrassing! They were going to wear each other down without Victoria lifting a finger. That's so sneaky! 

As a finger dabbled over Brandy's pussy, she racked her brains at how she was going to communicate to this person Brandy hadn't ever met that Brandy wasn't the Noibat Trainer that Saffira thought she was. There was really only one way. She had to hope Saffira had been paying enough attention to Victoria that she'd notice the differences between her and Brandy. Which meant she had to help this hunky trainer get a lot more hands-on and attentive to Brandy's body. 

Yeah. That was an essential part of her plan, and there was no time to think of one that didn't require her to be half-ravaged by a complete hottie. She was taking this one for the team!

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