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290 – The Worst Witch

"Look at her. Scheming away."

Golden eyes peered over the edge of the couch at Morgan, who was swapping between getting some comforting kisses off Tansy and giving some rather firmer kisses to the humans on her lap. The sly look was somewhat spoiled by the massive purple witch hat covered in feathery tufts of fabric. The golden eyes narrowed, and she swept a hand back to the table, pink energy glowing around the edges of the glass as they slowly rose off the table. 

"We can't risk any plan that goes through an evil mind like that. She must be stopped."

The slap was so loud Ceridwen yelped even before she really felt it, her left ass cheek burning as she grabbed her hat before it flew off. She turned, eyes burning gold with vengeful fury at whoever would dare to smack her, and gazed right into the incredible cleavage of a Lopunny.

"Hello there, my little troublemaker," the tall rabbit woman said, her voice soft and gentle as she leaned down to press herself down on the Mismagius. Ceridwen didn't stand a chance; her breasts were bigger than Ceridwen's head, and she was smushed down into the sofa. "I can't believe she isn't paying attention to me."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"She has a crush that is more torrid than storm-swept seas," Calico laughed, her boots up on the table. Grabbing the chain of her anchor, she pulled it between her hands and snapped it tight. "You can lash her up with my chains until Wren gets back if you want? She might like it."

Ceridwen wanted to be angry, but soft, squishable boobs were on her face. It was a terrible dilemma, she wanted to enjoy the feeling and also be mad at that blasted Murkrow. Luckily, she had a move for that, chaining her Pain Split to the Lopunny atop her, feeding her anger into the giant rabbit woman's heart while she rubbed her face over some of the best breasts in Galar. It took a few moments, but soon her leg was thumping against the sofa as she ground her chest into Ceridwen's face. 

"Actually, she's right! That Murkrow is suspicious. What is she up to? Who does she think she is plotting in our club?"

Yes. Feel the hate. 

"Ceri," Calico clucked her tongue. "Just because Captain's not here doesn't mean you can run riot. I'll Switcheroo you with Dinah if you don't chill."

"I'm just being a good Ghost," Ceridwen mumbled around an ocean of soft bunny tit-flesh. "I've found my rival. We're bound to duel with our rivals. She's plotting something. Focaccia agrees with me."

There was a rush of air against Ceridwen's skin, and she felt the threads of her Pain Split stretch. The sudden dislocation made her Move flail about to reconnect, and the breasts pressed into her face just went harder, stuffing the shape of the Move out of her head. Arceus above they were so soft, like velvet against Ceridwen's skin. Her hands came up, and she started feeling them up, squeezing the fat around as the Lopunny made a happy noise.

"Oh! Our witch is always so sweet," Dinah murmured, kissing Ceridwen's cheek. "If only she'd focus on us."

Ceridwen snapped her head up out of the breasts and stared up into the patchwork face of a Lopunny, stitched together from beer mats and sofa cushions. Looking over the neatly stacked table, Calico had the real Lopunny in her lap, smirking as the Lopunny squeezed her muscles through her green frock coat to see if they were real. 

"Price for spoiling the mood," Calico said, swishing her wild green hair. "Besides, I wanted to see if my tits are bigger than Focaccias."

"In your dreams." the Lopunny said, pressing her body up against Calico. "Though you're close. That's pretty impressive."

Ceridwen sighed and flopped back, looking at the two as Dinah played with her body. Dinah's costumes felt real, and she was a very attentive partner. Ceridwen adored the Mimikyu, but Ceridwen was in a Mood. Capital M. She wasn't going to let her teammates ruin it. 

"Mine match," Dinah said proudly, squeezing her own chest. She'd put more effort into the body than the face; it was all a pretty much perfect copy. "I don't know how you walk so slinky with these things. It's hard to balance. My center of gravity is so high."

"It takes skill, darling," Foccacia smiled. "And a bit of Limber."

"Limber, eh?" Calico grinned and waggled her eyebrows at Foccacia. She didn't even need to ask the question; everyone was thinking about it.

Foccaccia's ears twitched in amusement, and they answered anyway. "Why would a Lopunny ever need to suck her own dick when she's got so many beautiful women lining up to do it for her?"

"Yeah, Ceridwen," Dinah said, tentacles slipping out of seams in her fingers and wiggling down the witch's robes. "Why don't you get down there? It'll take your mind off things."

Ceridwen tried not to shudder as the tentacles wormed under her clothes, caressing her skin as Dinah giggled. There was nothing wrong with tentacles; they were nice and warm and had a delightful texture. But they were taking a lot of getting used to. 

"You're a lot more assertive after our tournament fight," Ceridwen said, trying to lean back far enough she could get her head over the back of the sofa and peek at Morgan from upside down. "Suits you, but it's a change."

"Next time, we'll win," Dinah smiled, stroking Ceridwen's chest with her tentacles. They slid over the smooth skin and then slipped in towards her nipples, making Ceridwen let out a happy moan. "I have a strong team, and Wren's gotten even more assertive. Her idea to throw this party was clever, wasn't it?"

"Mmm," Ceridwen murmured. She wanted to say more, but her brain was going fuzzy from the feeling of Dinah's tentacles. They were worming around her chest and going deeper down. The Mimikyu was fascinated by everyone she met and wanted to learn as much as she could about them, and her fascination was very gratifying for Ceridwen. Lopunny Disguise Dinah should have been a lethal weapon,  but Ceridwen wasn't about to let her grudge go quite yet. 

"Our Captain and her motley crew of Trainers are going to be out soon," Calico said as she pushed the Lopunny back onto the sofa. Typical Grass Type, always keen to get their heads between a pair of legs. However, those Lopunny legs made it hard for Ceridwen to really blame her. An even better set than Brandy’s, and Ceridwen already wanted to do wicked things to that long-legged Trainer. A glance across to her table, and she was using those thighs to squeeze some Nidorino's hips as she rode her into a sofa so thoroughly they were going to leave a dent.

Brandy was a monster and her team took after their Trainer. They were all that strong. Wren had faced her first real challenge, and they'd come up short for her. Ceridwen wasn't going to let it happen again. 

Dinah's tentacles withdrew back into her Lopunny costume, and that patchwork face gave her a lopsided smile. "C'mon, Ceri. You helped Wren plan a whole show for tonight, and it's a really good plan. This is your night, not the birds. She'll be impressed. Let it go."

 "You know I can't."

"Hrm." Dinah squeezed her breasts thoughtfully. "How about I swap a few Morgan secrets for your attention?"

Ceridwen gave her a glare. "You barely fought her, you don't know any."

"You sure about that?" Dinah said, slowly rubbing herself over Ceridwen's robes and slinking onto her knees. "I'm a good Mimikyu. I can grasp a lot watching a woman over your shoulders."

"I guess I can try you out," Ceridwen murmured, her gaze locked on Dinah as she slinked between her thighs. She was still slightly annoyed at how easily she was being played, but it was a copied Lopunny on her knees. She might be a Ghost, but she still had blood running in her veins. "But I'm still going to destroy her next time. She can't get away with a victory that smug."

"She's not a showwoman like you," Dinah said, fishing out Ceridwen's dick by bunching up her purple robes. "You do it because it's in your blood. She does it because she needs it."

"Unhelpful," Ceridwen said,  letting out a sigh as her cock slipped into the Lopunny's mouth. It was nice and warm inside her mouth, the soft gooey black insides of her costume squeezing around her sensitive flesh. "Ahh. Little more?" 

"Just getting it wet," Dinah said, "These breasts are going to do a treat for it. Morgan's aching tonight, she's not a confident witch like you."

"She has the hat."

"A hat does not make a witch," Dinah said, squeezing her breasts together and sliding Ceridwen's cock between them. They were a delight because Dinah was always a delight. The softest silk around Ceridwen's shaft. "I'm the costume expert, and Morgan's wearing one of her own. She doesn't know who she is."

"She's my rival," Ceridwen murmured, leaning back as Dinah squeezed her breasts up and down her shaft.

"You only met yesterday. Maybe that's what she'll become, but right now? She's lost, and she could use a friend more."

"We are not friends," Ceridwen grumbled. "She's my rival. Rivals don't become friends. She's not even a proper winner, she's a thief. A cheat. I've never met anyone like her before."

Calico laughed around the Lopunny cock she was already trying to deepthroat, nearly choking herself. Good. That'll teach her to mock a witch!  

"Silly Ghost," Dinah grinned. "You want to know everything about her. How her body works, her thoughts, her desires. When she's not here, you can't stop thinking about her. You're worse than me. Hatred strong enough to become a dear, dear friend."

"That's... ugh." Ceridwen groaned, her cock sliding deeper into that wonderfully soft cleavage. "You're ruining it."

"It's cute," Dinah said, a finger gently caressing her tip as it popped out of her breasts. Barely. Focaccia was so ridiculously stacked she had a bigger chest than their Calico. Not fair at all. "I love how loving you Ghosts can be."

"Hrmph." Ceridwen crossed her arms, but she wasn't pulling her cock out of those beautiful tits. "You're a Ghost too." 

"You're all my obsession," Dinah smiled. "Now stop pretending you're mad, and enjoy this. If you come good and hard for me, I'll plot with you afterward."

"Confidence," Ceridwen sighed. "Really does suit you."

Stupid sexy Mimikyu. Still. Hot as Dinah was being, Ceridwen couldn't help craning her head for a last look at the Murkrow. Three women were on her lap, and somehow Ceridwen knew she'd put them there not to enjoy them but to stop herself from bolting. Their weight kept her fixed to the chair. Her grip on them was tight to stop herself from coming apart. 

Her rival wasn't at her best tonight. Bah. Fine. She'd let Morgan get her head sorted before their rematch, but there would be one someday. Ceridwen wasn't willing to play the second witch to anyone, especially not a blackbird who didn't even appreciate her talents. 

Dinah squeezed her tits harder, and Ceridwen leaned back, letting out a soft breath. "I'm a terrible Ghost. I have a target, and I'm just letting a Mimikyu distract me with her tits."

"I'm Ghosting harder," Dinah smiled. "Now shut up and enjoy yourself. Or I'll recruit Calico into this, and you know she'll suck you dry."

"She's stuffing her face with bread right now." Ceridwen pointed out.

"If you think she can't break a Lopunny, maybe she should come here." Dinah huffed, "Then she'll show you how stuffed she can get."

"I'd rather see you both swallow," Ceridwen teased, but she shut up and let Dinah do her work. Her cock was surrounded by two soft breasts, the tip being stroked gently by a black flicking tongue every time Dinah went up.

She'd get Morgan next time. She would.

For now, she was going to enjoy the consolation prize.