Flying, Brandy decided very quickly, was cool as fuck.

Anistropic, Aniseed to friends, was letting them drift around with her Magnet Rise move. Brandy was reasonably sure their control was limited to a little bit of playing around while Aniseed kept them from crashing into anything. Still very cool, though, the wind whipping through her clothes and hair as she tried to do a loop de loop.

"Go forward more," Morgan said, flapping her wings to slow her speed. She'd passed on the help, quite capable of flying on her own far faster than Magnet Rise let them, and was nimbly darting around with a gleeful look. "Fly towards me like you're going to bump my chest, then flick your legs up. When you feel the blood rush to your head, follow it until you're the right way up again."

The way their flight worked was odd. It worked off gestures instead of Brandy's thoughts, so there was a little bit of a lag to it. Like she was steering her own body rather than being in complete control. She tried Morgan's advice, flying forward to chest bump her, and laughed with Morgan flapping along to meet her with a squish. Of course, she'd do that. Brandy went to steal her hat, but Morgan was quicker, dropping her height and getting her hands on Brandy's boots, then giving her a shove on her way up and over.

It was less of a loop de loop and more of a giggling, flailing tumble through the air. It was still awesome.

"I'm taking you flying more," Morgan said, flapping up to Brandy's side. "You may have to ball the other two. Especially Calcine."

Calcine was keeping as close to the rooftops as she could. A death grip on Lixi's hand as they were inches away from kicking off people's roof tiles. As long as there was something close to her feet, she didn't seem to mind the flight, but Sparky's attempts to egg the pair on up higher had gotten her double glowing-eyed glares. Useless to discourage her, of course, Sparky was fully upside down and loving the whole experience. She would be woozy later if she didn't cut it out, but that was a lesson the Bug just needed to work out for herself.

"The journey is part of the fun. We'd skip a lot if we flew everywhere." Brandy said, "But now and then would be fun. As a treat."

"Enjoy this then, so you're eager for a treat soon!"

Aniseed had a destination in mind, so Brandy took Morgan's advice and tried to enjoy the time she had. There was something relaxing about floating through the air. The city spread out below them was really pretty, the afternoon sun reflecting off the glass buildings. The occasional yells and pointing up at them, Morgan showing off with a few twirls for them and even darting down to quickly kiss a few hands. Spitfire was a real sight for those down below. There was a lot of her to fly, a long red ribbon fluttering through the air with little licks of fire coming off her body to direct herself. She had a Dex in hand, taking pictures of them behind her. Brandy got an arm around Morgan for a picture, laughing as Morgan bristled at having her sense of balance thrown off by a sudden huggy Brandy, rubbing her feathers against Brandy's skin and swearing in some rather colorful Unovan.

Her wind Move picked up the slack, buffering Brandy into her side and letting her fly with one wing as the other wrapped around Brandy's body. It felt nice, a feathery blanket in the sky as the sun set over Motostoke. Brandy kissed Morgan on the cheek for her troubles, which didn't stop the swearing but made it sound more affectionate. She would have to try to get some of these words out of Morgan again when they finally had some alone time together.

"We're here," Aniseed called back to them. "Come on down."

Brandy looked over to where she was waving at. It was the top floor balcony of a sleek residential tower, wide enough to land everyone on with space left over. A few sunchairs scattered around the edges, books lying all around them in neatly ordered piles.

"Welcome to my place," Aniseed said as she landed first, her heels clicking on the polished marble tile of the balcony. Everyone piled in on after her in one messy heap, Spitfire using her body to field them all except Morgan, who landed lightly on the balcony rail and paced along it, looking over the edge. Lixi and Calcine's relief was palpable, the two clinging to each other and tapping foreheads.

"I'd rather ride a rollercoaster," Calcine said quietly, "But that was kind of fun."

"I know what I'd like to ride," Lixi grinned. "But I'll take 'kind of fun' any day."

Sparky wormed between them, quite happy to get her head smushed between a twin set of Carkol titty. "I'm kind of fun. Take me!"

They ignored her and talked over her head, though with a few gentle prods and presses to Sparky's body to keep her squirming between them. It was making Sparky's fur crackle in mad excitement already.

Aniseed, the staggeringly tall, silvery robot lady, took Brandy's hand and gave it a gentle tug. It was a novelty for Brandy to look up at someone, she was glad Aniseed wasn't too busty, or she would have gotten lost in her blindspots. Pulled in by Aniseed, Brandy brushed up against her long hooped skirt, the soft fabric denting against the press of her body. "You're the guest of honor today, Brandy, and you've decided to take on quite a lot. If you feel uncomfortable or worn out, just tell me, and I'll switch to spoiling you better than you've ever been."

It felt like a practiced speech, something Aniseed had told many other women she'd brought up here. But it was still appreciated. There were six Pokémon, and Brandy could barely handle Spitfire on her own. All together, she didn't stand a chance.

"They've spoiled me pretty badly." Brandy smiled. Morgan dropped off the railing and gave a bow. "You'll have to work to be the best ever."

"I work very hard." Aniseed said, "Come, I'll show you the inside."

Aniseed's penthouse apartment was like a dream. A slightly nightmarish one, every bit of furniture, the plush couches and armchairs, the massive dining table, the overloaded bookcases and display shelves, and the drop pool in the center all looked custom-built to Aniseed's size. A few people had made Brandy feel short before, but this place made her feel small. The stairs leading up to a second open floor looked like a task to climb, and the ceiling above was all glass, the sunset-lit clouds a beautiful burnt orange overhead.

"Tailoring pays this well?" Morgan whistled, "I should learn to wind weave a few things."

"Goodness no, that's my Sisters, though they do very well," Aniseed laughed politely. "I'm construction equipment."

"You are very well built," Brandy said, "I think we saw you floating around something when we arrived. You helped build this city?"

"Almost all of it. I've been here since the very beginning." Aniseed said with a proud curtsey, "I turned up after they laid the first rail down."

Brandy wracked her brain for fuzzy history lessons. Galar's rail network was a point of pride, but wasn't it ancient? How old was Anistropic exactly? Easily older than her mother. Maybe her mother's mother? Maybe even hers?

Pokémon could get crazy old. Legendaries were proof of that, but it wasn't exactly typical. If Aniseed was telling the truth, she was something of an aberration.

"You still look amazing," Brandy said, gingerly edging around the age topic. "You've really been a Wild Pokémon all that time?"

Aniseed nodded. "Every moment of it. I've never really felt the flame a lot of Pokémon do. Human company is a bit like a meal for me, something I need to do when I hunger for it, but I've never felt anything much deeper."

"Brandy! She's calling you takeout food." Morgan laughed, "Personally, you're at least restaurant quality."

"I actually have a very refined taste," Aniseed said, lounging back onto a sofa. She spread herself across it, her dress collapsing around her long legs into waves of fabric. Fuck, she really was big. Brandy could have used her body like a mattress. It was tempting to do it right now. "I like showing women who need it a good time. The sex isn't even necessary as long as I get to take care of all their needs for a while. Help them fully relax. Let them leave ready to take on the world."

"I'm not stressed," Brandy laughed. "Overwhelmed, maybe, but a fun kind."

"She's been running around like she's got Electric in her blood the whole time I've known her," Morgan said, "If you can get her to stop thinking for a bit and take a breath, you'll have worked a miracle. Not sure you will, though. She might outlast you."

"Me?" Aniseed said, "I said I help them care for their needs, and she wants you all. I'm just going to help here and there."

She ran her eyes over Brandy in a slow, meticulous manner that made Brandy itch. Like every bit of her was being put up for thorough examination. It made her blush, a hand on the back of her neck as she tried to stand tall for it.

"Maybe a taste myself," Aniseed smiled once she was done. "Just to see if I'm missing out. It's good to check now and then."

"Share the taste?" Morgan said, "Hat wearers have to stick together."

"I wouldn't dream of leaving you out. You can warm Brandy's heart for me. I always love to have a Partner helping. Their feedback becomes so much more detailed. I love some good descriptive yelling."

Brandy had been used to a lot of sex, but Aniseed's approach to it made it seem almost non-sexual. It was just a simple task they were both going to do together, which somehow made it a different kind of hot. She'd been fucked when her Partner's blood was hot. What would it be like to get laid by someone who just wanted to do a good job? Not even like Mercury, who had something to prove, but an ancient Pokémon who just liked making women orgasm?

Strange for sure, but Brandy was open to the experience. It wasn't like she would be short of the hotter, messier kind of sex tonight.

"Holy fuck, you have a pool in here!" Sparky yelled as she came in, "I knew she was rich! Spitfire, you want to heat a pool?"

"I wouldn't want to get the place wet."

"Please do," Aniseed said. "My Recycle Move is very powerful. I can undo any damage."

"So we could trash the place?" Lixi said, "Break a few sofas and beds?"

"I'd feel like a poor host if you didn't. Go wild."

Yeah. Maybe a dispassionate fuck was a good start. Because once the rest got a hold of Brandy, they would dent the walls with her body.

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Brandy I don't think Recycle works on you girl, slow down.