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On The Town (Lay the Very Best - Chapter 353)
🕑 Added 2025-02-05 01:40:34 +0000 UTC"Super Luck doesn't work that way," Morgan said, blowing a puff of air into Sparky's face.
Lilith had been rather thorough with Sparky. She was too wobble-kneed to walk but refused to miss out. Rather than returning her to a Pokéball, Brandy had slung the bug over her shoulders. It had been easier when Sparky was shorter. With them nearly the same height, Brandy was getting a real workout.
"Doesn't work that way," Sparky mimicked tartly. "And yet here we all are, going to a dressmaker."
"Couturier," Dani corrected, rolling the word in her honeyed Kalosian accent. She got a head roll from Calcine for it, pressing back into her belly and Dani giggled happily at the affectionate rub.
"Saying it in a sexy accent doesn't change the meaning," Sparky teased, cackling as Dani narrowed her eyes at them.
They were almost face to face because the Magikarp was slung over Calcine's shoulders, her red pigtails wrapped around Calcine's bicep. She had a few black lipstick smudges on her neck from Calcine's kisses but otherwise seemed perfectly fine. She was up there because Calcine wanted to carry her, and honestly, Brandy didn't blame Dani for allowing it. It looked fun.
"What's the difference between a dressmaker and a couturier?" Brandy asked, fairly sure she'd mangled the word. She didn't really want to know, but letting Dani talk about things she was interested in was a good way to get past her usual nerves.
"Well, besides being a cooler name, dressmakers make and sell dresses for everybody. A couturier makes high-fashion things only some super rich people will wear."
"See?" Sparky sniffed. "Morgan's Super Luck. What are the odds otherwise?"
"We're not actually super rich," Calcine said, patting Dani on the thigh. "Unless you value pretty women."
Dani blushed and stammered again as she hid her face in Calcine's shoulder. It'd be a long time until she had the confidence the rest of her team had, but every step forward was progress.
"I might be rich right now." Morgan huffed, looking at the stack of boxes she had held in her wings. "These probably cost a fortune."
"Probably," Brandy admitted. They were charming black boxes, tied with silken red lace and stamped with the outline of Lilith licking a spoon. "No sneakily eating them. I'm watching."
"I'm offended you'd think I'd get caught."
Sometimes, it was best to just let things slide, and Brandy let that slide right on by, focusing instead on the road. It had to be a bit past midnight by now, but there were still a lot of people winding along Spikemuth's streets. A trio of very drunk-looking women with colorful neon hair were staggering along, all holding onto the black and white fur of a towering Pangoro who was trying her best to steer the gaggle of them down the street. The tall bear lady's progress was hindered by her charges, very enthusiastic attempts to get at her dick, picking them up around the waist when they were in danger of falling over trying to grab it. Brandy would have offered to help, but the Pangoro seemed amused by it all, clearly practiced with this sort of thing.
Calcine froze when one of the brightly colored-haired women detached from the Pangoro and latched onto her instead, running a hand up Calcine's arm and along Dani's thigh without seeming to realize she was stroking two different people.
"Hey, handsome~."
The woman was cute but in a thoroughly messy way. She'd had bright blue lightning bolts on her cheeks a long while ago, but the makeup had run and made it all streaky, and her neon blue lipstick had also smudged outside the lines. At least her hair was still fabulous, not just spiky but seemingly alive, flickering in the night breeze like it was made of blue fire.
"I like your hair," Dani said, the woman startling at Calcine's shoulder talking. She recovered quick.
"Aw, thanks! I like your face," she slurred, words dripping with inebriated boldness. "Want me to sit on it?"
"That seat's taken." Calcine smiled, patting Dani's rear.
"Aw, well, how about you sit on mine?"
"You're leaving your friends behind," Brandy replied, smoothly sliding up beside her and gently picking her hands off Calcine. She was far too plastered to resist and tried to fall over instead, but Sparky grabbed her with all four hands and held her up against Brandy.
"You're strong," the drunken lady laughed, leaning onto Brandy's chest. She was so short she could sink right into Brandy's cleavage, and it made her awfully tough to move once she'd got locked in. "Lovely muscles, too; I've always wanted to fuck a Machamp."
Sparky snorted on Brandy's shoulder but managed to hold in a proper laugh. The woman thought Brandy was a multi-limbed Pokémon, and after stroking Brandy's abs was already trying to get into Brandy's pants. For being too drunk to even walk straight, she was suddenly very deft with her hands. It was either inheritance or the sheer focusing power of horniness.
"Stop," Morgan called out, swishing her tail to waft a breeze over Brandy and her grabby new friend. "You don't know what you're doing."
"Bluh?" she emerged from Brandy's chest, stunned, looking at Morgan bleary-eyed.
"Her dick's too big," Morgan deadpanned. "She'd split you in half."
Sparky wheezed like she was a deflating balloon trying to keep her laugh in while Dani just looked on in shocked, wide-eyed horror. The drunk woman blinked, the words sluggishly filtering through her alcohol-fogged brain. She seemed to be seriously considering the risk of getting split in half by a Machamp. Reasoning with her was going to be a waste of time. It was easier just to play along. With a roll of her eyes, Brandy took her hand and placed it over her shoulder on Sparky's crotch.
"Think you can handle that?" Brandy said in the gruffest voice she could.
It was a sobering moment for the drunken woman for sure, her pupils shrinking to pinpricks as she squeezed at Sparky's cock.
"You're a monster."
"She's an absolute beast," Morgan said, sliding in to hip bump the drunken woman back towards the Pangoro, who'd noticed she was gone and was looking about for her. "You better run if you want to live."
She was in no condition to run, but with enough nudges, the drunken woman was guided back to her friends. The Pangoro scooped her up and tucked her under her arm so she wouldn't get lost again, and she couldn't look more pleased with the result.
"Thanks," the Pangoro grumbled. "They've been a handful tonight."
"No worries," Brandy smiled. "She was pretty flattering. Are you going to be okay?"
"For now, when I finally get them into a bed, that's a different story."
"Make sure they drink water." Calcine rumbled, "They'll thank you in the morning."
"I'll make sure they get plenty of fluids."
"Hahahah." Sparky finally cracked. "She means cum."
The Pangoro waggled her eyebrows at Sparky and then took off, steering her drunken charges away. They all watched them go because, drunk as they were, they had a sway to the hips that demanded a bit of attention.
"This city rules." Sparky sighed when they finally got around a corner.
"Extra steppy goth babes, super hot sloppy drunks fondling my dick. I am spoiled."
"All thanks to Morgan's Super Luck," Calcine agreed.
"I'm going to dunk these cheesecakes on you both," Morgan growled. "It does not work that way."
"It doesn't have to," Brandy said. "You're my lucky charm anyway."
"Hmph."
Morgan might be hiding under her hat, but Brandy could see her smile, and it stayed there all the way to their first delivery stop, with only a few more flirting attempts to fend off to get there. The group was popular; even the sober punk ladies were eying Brandy and her team like they were a new menu item. Brandy wasn't sure if she should be proud or scared. She settled on a bit of both.
The shop they'd been sent to was closed. The place looked very expensive; Fenny had taught Brandy once that the fewer goods a shop had in its window, the more your wallet was going to be eaten up going inside. With only one mannequin in the window wearing an insane-looking tartan and leather jacket combo, this was as expensive as it came.
"Do we knock?" Calcine said, sliding Dani off her shoulders.
"Reena said the cheesecake was for people having a bad day. Maybe she closed up early."
"Or maybe it's the kind of place that opens when it likes," Sparky said, "I don't see anything on the bottom floor. We could throw something at the top window."
"No."
"You could throw me at the top window."
"N-"
Brandy paused and actually mulled the idea over. Sparky could stick to walls, and she did have good eyes. If they wanted to quietly check if someone was moping inside, this plan wasn't that bad.
"I can literally fly," Morgan said flatly. "Brandy, be sensible."
"Okay, but don't you want to see me throw Sparky?"
"Yeah, Morgan," Sparky nodded. "Brandy can just use your Super Luck to make sure I don't hit anything."
"That's not... actually, that is how it works."
"Obviously," Sparky scoffed. "You think I don't know how Super Luck works?"
"Brandy. Throw her." Morgan said, "Bet you can't get her all the way on the roof."
"I'd need Calcine's help for that."
"Well then," Morgan grinned evilly. "Let's see some teamwork."
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Irish Not Sane
And the bug flew over the building… Love how they are teasing Morgan about luck and that poor drunk
