I Want To Lay the Very Best!

"Ah, you're stirring finally," someone said. It wasn't clear who. Brandy's head felt like it'd been stuffed with half-melted marshmallows—pleasantly warm and comfortably mushy, but not how it should be. 

Shifting, Brandy felt soft sheets against her skin. A bed? Did Sparky and Brandy really go all night?

Sure, they'd gotten really into it; they'd both been humming with energy, literally, in Sparky's case. Brandy was sure the fuse box had gone out at one point because everything had blacked out.  Or maybe she'd just passed out for a bit? Had she been drinking? A sweet honey taste was stuck to the roof of her mouth, and there was something fizzy amongst it all. Arceus herself knew what it was, at some point, everything had just whirled together. Brandy had heartily indulged in that excess; she had aches she couldn't explain all over her body. Raising an arm, Brandy blinked her sleepy eyes and saw an arm covered in lipstick and hickies, most of which she couldn't remember getting. Seeing Tess' purple lipstick blotches did at least ease her fear she'd just hallucinated the whole night. 

One tangible thing to cling onto. Now, Brandy just had to piece together the rest. 

"Can you move both your arms? The webbing was difficult to get off." the voice beside her called out. Cool and calm, definitely not someone familiar. Brandy couldn't quite see her and turning her neck seemed like an impossible task right now. Her body was coming to life one part at a time, and the neck wasn't high up on that list. 

What had she ever done to cause that? Wow, her memory was scrambled. Reaching out for the voice, Brandy smashed her hand into the bedside table and cursed as many things fell over. Some water splashed on her hand, only a few droplets, but it was enough to get her tired eyes open.

A massive skull filled her vision, and Brandy would have rolled off the bed and hit the floor if her way wasn't suddenly blocked by a huge white bone that certainly hadn't been in the bed with her a moment before. The smooth, cold surface of the bone helped to chase some of the fog out of her brain, and Brandy took a breath and properly assessed her situation.

She was in a Poké-center bed that was clear from the sterile walls and soft ceiling lights. She'd knocked over a glass of water, which a chocolate brown hand deftly caught and held out for her. Following the hand up the arm to its owner, Brandy saw that the giant skull was actually more of a face mask for a lean, dark-skinned Pokémon who looked like she'd been sewn into her nurse's outfit because of how close it clung to her body. Dark brown eyes stared out of the holes in the skull, all the rest of her expression hidden away. 

"Drink," the Pokémon said. It had to be a Cubone; the skull was a huge giveaway. "You need to restore your fluids."

Brandy wasn't about to defy a nurse, so she reached for the glass. This proved difficult, as her arm under the covers seemed stuck to her body. Brandy knew the feeling of the soft silk of Sparky's webbing well by now, so she at least knew what it was, if not when it'd got there. Thankfully, one kiss-covered arm was free, so she snagged the water glass and drank. It tasted genuinely awful, with some kind of powdery residue mixed in it that made it taste far too powerfully of lemon. The honey in her mouth didn't improve the taste much. 

"A Comfey infusion. It'll help you recover quicker," the nurse said professionally, clearly noticing Brandy's disgusted response. "I'm Nurse Calista. Do you know who you are?" 

"Brandy Joyce?" Brandy said, swilling her mouth with her own spit and swallowing. It tasted awful, but she couldn't deny it was working. She could feel something like a gentle breeze blow through her body, washing away aches and exhaustion as it went. "Is Sparky okay?" 

"The Galvantula?" Calista said, picking up a clipboard that appeared to be edged in ivory and writing down a few notes with a bone-shaped pen. She had a theme, and she was sticking to it; Brandy respected that. "She has been torturing my colleague with puns for ten minutes now."

"Oh, she's good then! That's a relief to hear."

"For now," Calista said. "If the puns get any worse, she may be beaten back into her bed with a pillow."

She said so matter-of-fact. Brandy wasn't even sure that was a joke. 

"I should go check on her then," Brandy said, trying to pull her legs out from under the blankets. They were tangled, and her feet seemed to be bound together, and a wave of heat rose in her face as she realized exactly why. Those dark brown eyes looked, for just a second, briefly amused, though surely she'd seen worse. Why would this amuse her?

"We had to contact your next of kin just to check for your medical records," Calista said, tapping her pen on her clipboard. "So we could get the webbing off you safely." 

A chill ran down Brandy's spine. 

"She said it was best to leave her 'Little Larvesta' wrapped up all snug, or you might sneak off and cause more trouble."

Brandy shrank back into her pillow. They'd told her moms! She was never ever going to hear the end of this. 

"Can I change my next of kin?" Brandy asked hopefully.

"Can you travel through time?" 

Brandy groaned, picking up her pillow and slapping it over her face to hide her shame. "I'm going to find and date Dialga if that's what it takes."

"Well, if you can get the embodiment of time to take you back, maybe you can convince your mother to marry more women." Calista said, "Then you'd have a bigger selection of choice."

Fenny did not need the encouragement. She and Scoria were bad enough; if Brandy's human mother got any more inheritance, she'd conquer the universe. Then Brandy really would never hear the end of it. She'd have Arceus Joyce as an aunt in no time.

"Is Calcine back there?"

Calista made a little 'hrm' sound, making Brandy's spine curl. It was a tiny note of disapproval, but it was like a hook right into Brandy's soul, dragging her into Calsita's gaze. It was hard to see much of her past her skull mask, but she had a lovely body squeezed into that nurse outfit. Her calm, professional tone was doing it for Brandy; she could feel the Steam Engine firing up. 

"Just she can melt the webbing," Brandy said, stumbling over her words. It had been what she meant, but it sounded like a cheap excuse. Her wandering eyes were doing no favors. 

"I'm perfectly capable of melting webbing." Calista said, "And the last thing you need is to cause any more trouble. You have to rest." Calista said as she slid onto the side of the bed, the springs creaking under her weight.  

"Rest, huh?" Brandy said. She could think of some fun things to do on a bed, and it was clear from the smirk in her eyes that the Cubone nurse was thinking along the same lines. "Do I need a nurse to look after me?"

"You already have a nurse," Calista said, the barest hint of a purr in her voice. "Now, be a good patient and show me where that webbing is."

"It's all over," Brandy admitted. "It'd be better showing you."

"Show me then," Calista said, leaning down and pressing the skull against Brandy's face, her voice a commanding growl. "Hurry up. Don't make me tell you twice."

"Y-yes, ma'am," Brandy said, her breath hitching. This was the first time she'd gotten the nurse-patient fantasy, and she was loving it. Her one free hand trembled as she tugged the covers off, revealing Sparky's webbing around her chest, belly, and thighs, keeping her legs together. Calista reached over and ran a hand along the curve of a breath. The warmth of her hand and the silky touch of webbing pressed into her skin had a shuddering breath escape Brandy's lips.

"That's a lot of webbing," Calista mused, pulling her hand away and licking her fingers. "It looks like I will have to use my teeth."

A tiny whine escaped Brandy's throat. 

"What was that noise? Does the idea excite you, Brandy Joyce?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

She reached out with that chocolate-colored hand and ran a finger along Brandy's throat. "Does it get your steam-powered heart pumping?" 

"Yes!" Brandy gasped. She could practically feel the steam sweltering against her skin.

"Excellent. This should make this easy, then." 

Callista reached down and grabbed a fistful of webbing and then ripped it off. The webbing came apart like paper, leaving a long strip dangling from Callista's fist and Brandy's bare flesh, tingling with excitement at the sudden rush of cool air.

"Good girl. Eat something as soon as you can," Calista said, sliding off the bed. "Get plenty of rest and only light activity for the rest of the day. No sex."

Wait what. Brandy's brain crashed against the wall as Calista returned to being a consummate professional again. She'd just been heating her up, so the webbing was easier to break! Brandy had been used, and that was, well, not a deal breaker at all.

"What about," Brandy licked her lips. “One sex? I'm very good at it."

The Cubone gave Brandy a long, appraising look and gently bopped her head with the ivory-edged clipboard.

"If you have any more boning today, you'll miss your boat."

"Even your puns are hot." Brandy groaned. "Nurses are unfair."

"If it makes you feel better," Callista said, looking over the stripped Brandy. "I'm deeply regretting that it'd be bad for you. You're a treat, Brandy Joyce."

"And you can't resist a treat?" 

Brandy got bonked with the clipboard again.

"Ah, dang it."

Well. Worth a try. Taking it easy then. Brandy could do that. In theory.