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Once Brandy had attended a wedding for a family friend, and they'd graciously put a fancy buffet on after it. She'd witnessed firsthand what happened when you laid out trays of free food near a bunch of ravenously hungry Pokémon. While they didn't actually need to eat, they'd gone through that buffet like a chainsaw through butter. It was horrifying and also, weirdly, a little bit hot. 

She'd never really thought about why she found it hot. But she'd never thought about how the buffet itself must have felt. Now she wouldn't need to because as the Wooloo ran and rolled across the grass towards her, she knew precisely what it felt like. They were all hungry for a piece of her. 

It was pretty fucking hot. 

Luckily, being turned on didn't stop Brandy from committing to a fight at the same time. She'd never have gotten this far if it did, so she sprang into action.

"Sparky, web up their approach! Calcine up front and get ready." Brandy said as she ducked behind the Rock Pokémon. A little taller than Calcine, she couldn't exactly hide, so she spent the moments before the wave washed over them trying to fish Pokédex out of her bag. 

Electrified webs slung across the grass, but the rolling fields didn't give good anchor points for proper trip wires. Sparky improvised. The first few Wooloo who stepped on the webs came away with them stuck to their feet, the web flailing behind them and catching on others. 

The Joltik targeted those webs, connecting the Wooloo tethers to more of the advancing fluffy women. It caused a lot of stumbling and excited squeals as they got shocked and bumped into each other. However, the Wooloo behind them rolled right over their friends, the downed and still running, laughing as little tufts of fur sprayed up in the air. 

One got ahead of the pack; golden eyes fixed on Brandy and a big smile on her face just as Brandy got her Pokédex out of the holder. No time for a snap, and she pointed a finger over Calcine's shoulder at the advancing Pokémon. 

"Spin her! Sparky, get in there and keep blobbing them up."

Calcine caught the Wooloo as it pounced through the air at Brandy, grabbing an arm and a leg. Feet grinding into the dirt, Calcine span on the spot, the light Wooloo giggling as they twirled her. Her fingertips brush Brandy's face as she's whirled in a circle, body outstretched like an airplane as she cackles. 

"Aha hahaha! We'll take good care of you! Just let it happen!" she squeals, voice wavering in volume as she's whirled right past Brandy's face. Her braided white hair whips behind her, and the air gets full with little clumps of shaken loose wool to form soft snow.

Sparky is making good on her orders, though, the short Pokémon disappearing from Brandy's view as she dives into the oncoming Wooloos. Brandy only caught flashes of her through the gaps. Sparky was grabbing her webbing, twanging it in her hands as she steered it to trip the Wooloo, who'd had further to go. She caught a few in the back as they charged past her, whipping them off their feet. 

The Wooloo had a distinct look, with golden eyes and long white hair in beautiful braids. Their puffy white woolen cloaks were big enough to wrap up in, and they didn't seem to feel a thing through them, using them like protective shields as they rolled across the Prarie. 

Sparky was lucky that they weren't particularly tall or fit, though. They had a strong Girl Next Door vibe if you took away the distinct colors and fancy hair. Unremarkable bodies with remarkable features. It let even the short Sparky wrestle them down to the ground quickly. 

The webbing would have worked if they were only a little less friendly, but the Wooloo tied to each stopped to butt heads together affectionately. It seemed this was all it took for them to understand they'd need to work together to run with their bindings, and they were naturally forming little units to keep moving. 

The shocks from the webbing were hindering them a little, but their thick woolen coats seemed to be the perfect insulators, and there was nothing to snag them to but the ground. Those tethered this way would let the web run out to its full length; then they'd all turn and grab the taught webbing to break it, working together in a tug-of-war with Sparky's webbing. Electricity crackled over their hands, grounding into their wool, making them giggle until the webbing snapped free. 

Slowing them down wasn't ideal, but it was good enough. Brandy whipped her hand out to point at the blobs. "Bowl her! Go for a strike!"

Calcine swung the squealing Wooloo she was spinning down low to the ground and then let go of her limbs. Calcine sent her sprawling into a roll as momentum carried her back across the field. Her plush woolen coat gave her an unexpected bounce as she rolled up into it, speeding back toward her friends. With a crash, she smashes right into a group, trying to break their webbing, and drags the entire group along with her. Limbs flail as the sticky webbing acts like an adhesive, gathering every Wooloo they strike into an expanding ball. 

More and more were dragged into the snarl until so many were stuck; the crowd was noticeably thinner. A few of the Wooloo who'd avoided the ball stopped to try to free their dizzy friends. The Wooloo committed only a handful to the charge of Calcine and her Trainer. 

Calcine holds a hand back for Brandy, and she quickly slaps it with her palm. "Great shot! We can clean up the rest. Wow, that could have gone bad."

"AAAAAAAA" came an arcing scream, voice worrying familiar.

Sparky came flying out of the Wooloo group, webs trailing behind her like she was a loose kite. She landed on her feet thanks to her Agility, grass spraying into the air as she skidded to a stop. 

"They span me! What's going on?" Sparky said, wobbling in her crouch like her balance was about to give out at any moment.

"I'll check!" Brandy raised her Pokédex and snapped the closest Wooloo, a bit of electric webbing stuck in her hair that had snarled into a cute, crackling bow. 

Brandy reads quickly. Eight victories were a lot for a Wooloo, but it was a Gym Wooloo. They got into way more fights than most, and the move list concerned her far more. 

"Copycat!" Brandy says in a panicked rush, "Head's up. They're going to use your moves against us." 

"The game's up early, my girls!" comes a cry from behind the giant Wooloo ball, a far deeper voice than the giggly Wooloo's. "Let her have it!"

A few Wooloo slip out of the ball, slippery from Sparky's Agility. Brandy knew Copycat had limitations, and they could only use the last move that hit them. So many of them would remain stuck by Sparky's webs. 

The webs that Sparky had been using liberally to tie them all together. Which meant it had hit nearly all of them last. Ah, fuck. 

"Incinerate! Quick Calcine!" Brandy cries as the Wooloo launch streams of crackling web shot, a tangled net that catches the air and begins to drift down on them. 

"Can't, not hot enough," Calcine said, pressing her hard body against Brandy's. "Hug tight. I'll try to take it for you."

The massive web drifted down, and Calcine crossed her hands about her head to hold it aloft. No good, there was so much of it she couldn't stop some tendrils wrapping around her body and sticking to Brandy's hair and side. The pair were getting melded together, Brandy slipping her hands around Calcine before they got bound to her side. Sparky tried to dive in to rip the webs off, but one of the Wooloos pounced on her, the fast Tackle knocking her bouncing back towards the entrance wall with a surprised scream. 

Nothing to stop them now. The Wooloos piled on in. Calcine shrugged her shoulders to knock them away, but her binding robbed her blow of strength, and the Wooloo quickly swarmed the pair. Brandy felts soft hands running over her, trying to pull her off Calcine, but thankfully she had her in a hug and held fast. The Wooloo rained kisses down on her neck when it became clear she was gripped tight, nibbling at the webs on her side, teeth teasing her skin. 

Giggles rose unbidden from Brandy's throat as the soft wool tickled her side and more and more women piled on. They couldn't get her front free of Calcine, so they kept tugging at her, squeezing her thighs, and trying to slip hands around Brandy's breasts for purchase. Such a fierce struggle over her wasn't exactly unpleasant. Their grips weren't firm, and their fingers and wool were wonderfully soft. The press of their fingers sent some delightful sparks racing up and down Brandy's spine. Trapped in a marshmallow pile, the Wooloo may have been weak, but with no purchase for their prey to free themselves, it may as well have been steel. 

The weight of the press bowled Calcine over, eventually. The Rock girl wasn't as heavy as she was tough, and it was only a matter of time without the freedom to move. Brandy knew a spin could break her free, as before, but then she'd just be thrown clear of the only thing stopping them from rolling her onto her back. They'd cleared what their hands could reach, and now the Wooloos were working together to weaken the webbing glue with saliva. Six or seven messily rolled long licks over Brandy's skin while the rest pawed at her. It wasn't unpleasant, fuck it was incredible, but Brandy knew if she let herself drift off and enjoy this, she wouldn't come back until it was over. 

As much as she wanted to give in and let everyone enjoy themselves, she had a gym badge to win. The Pokédex had said they wanted to please who they were fondest of, so she needed to take charge.

"Stop!" Brandy cried, putting firmness into her voice as she tried to smash the command through their horny fumbling. "Listen to me. Back off!"

A deep chuckle rolled over the sound of the lapping tongues. A spine-tingling throaty laugh that screamed of maturity and confidence. 

"It will not be that easy, sweetheart." 

Brandy felt a hand run through her hair, tighten and pull her head back, some of the web glue coming unstuck just enough so she could look into the eyes of the Pokémon, who'd got a grip on it. 

Unlike all the Wooloo, this lady had golden freckles dotting her face and thick arms that'd give Calcine's muscles a good run for their money. Puffy grey hair spilled down her shoulders into a great tangled mass over a chest that was outright intimidatingly massive. She could even shame her Poké-mom, which was not an easy feat. She looked older than the youthful Wooloo, too, face sharper and golden eyes more piercing. The small horned nubs of the Wooloo grew into two massive horns that curled right back along her head. 

"You showed my girls some fun, but they know to listen to their betters." She leaned in, licking her lips. "You'll learn to do the same."

Heart fluttering, Brandy gave the Pokémon an awkward smile.

"Hah," she said nervously, "you're acting like their mom." 

"That's not how it works, dear." she laughed, then pressed her lips to Brandy's ear and whispered. "But you can call me Mommy if you want~."

Brandy nearly bit her tongue off as her eyes popped open in shock. She thought she was handling things, but she couldn't take this! She was about to get fucked.

Worse yet, she was pretty sure she was into it.