I Want To Lay the Very Best!

Nobody had any idea what the coin landing on its side meant, but that wasn't going to stop them going absolutely wild.

Ceridwen angrily flailed her arms as her team held her back. Morgan strutted along the edge of the stage, wings spread and bowing like she was receiving a Nation Badge from the Queen. People were throwing napkins and nuts at her for being so fucking smug. She was weathering their derision with incredible grace. Holly had snuck in to whisper with Maple, no doubt trying to work out what to do, and Sparky still lay there smiling fondly up at Brandy.

"Never say I'm the troublemaker again," Sparky said, nodding to Morgan.

"You are a troublemaker." Brandy smiled as she looked at the little coin-flip miracle she'd just made. "Morgan's just louder about her wins."

"You can't call someone loud! You've been making noises even Arceus must have heard."

Brandy just smiled and poked her tongue out. She didn't have enough energy to argue this. Harper's water-soaking had kept her engine barely alive. She still needed fire to relight it. Until then, she just let the madness unfold around her. Wren and Saffira had graciously slid themselves out of her so Brandy could catch her breath while Morgan bickered with the crowd and Ceridwen in particular. A bit of Mystical Fire was thrown at the Murkrow, but any hope of getting it splashed on her by a redirect was snuffed when Harper shot it out of the air with a stream of bubbles.

"Harper!" Morgan gasped.

"You want a win; cheat for it fairly," Harper smirked back, tucked up next to Calcine so tightly that the two were basically melded together. "And have that talk with your girl first, you did promise."

"Right now?"

Harper's raised eyebrow had Morgan retreat from the baying crowd with a huff.

"Maple, can you-" Brandy asked, trailing off the sentence because she didn't have any clue how to resolve the stalemate they'd made.

"My mouse is evolving tonight, and that means working out this mess you've got her into," Maple said, kissing Holly on one of her long, floppy ears.

"Love you. You're the best."

"I am, aren't I?" Maple laughed, flicking back her golden hair and walking off with a swaying walk that had Brandy salivating.

Morgan, the evil mynx, saw Brandy laid out on stage and chose to sit right on her back. She shuffled up to leave space for Sparky, but the bug just shook her head and kept watching in the Mumbles sandpit. Fucked senseless on a stage, soaked in sweat and barely conscious. Perfect time for a heart to heart.

"Feeling better?" Brandy said, nudging her head against one of Morgan's legs. "I'm glad Harper came through. I didn't want you to miss this,"

"It's complicated," Morgan said, reaching down to pick up the silver coin from the floor. She rolled it in a ladder along her fingers, a completely effortless trick. "But I'm working it out."

"I felt that coin, you know," Brandy said, "When it hit me, I pushed a little bit of myself into it, and I just knew it'd land on its side. It wasn't luck. It was Super Luck."

Brandy didn't need to see Morgan's smile to know it was there. A pleasant little trill in her throat as she ran a hand over the back of Brandy's neck. "I trusted you'd inherited from me. It might have looked like a gamble, but I thought you couldn't get a safer bet."

"Puns are Sparky's thing," Brandy snorted, "Don't you start."

"She doesn't own puns."

"Yeah, I do," Sparky said. "You owe me for copyright infringement."

Morgan tossed the coin to her. "Keep the change."

Sparky's face was a delighted picture as she webbed the coin out of the air. She looked at it with a mock squint, face screwed up in sniffy disgust.

"So," Brandy said, interrupting whatever awful joke about bad money was coming, "I don't want to smother you, but I can't watch you suffer either. Are you really okay working on it, Morgan? Or does the team need to pitch in? We're here for you."

"Seriously," Sparky nodded. "I give you shit for anything else, but if you need help, that's real. I'll do it with a serious face."

"Wouldn't that be something to see," Morgan laughed, "I may take you up on it, Sparky, if my mood grows black again. But for now, I have people who love me for who I am, and I don't feel like a fraud. It's a good night."

Ah, so that was part of it. Brandy knew Morgan's love of challenges wasn't just a fun quirk; she needed to prove herself there. Telling her she didn't wouldn't fix anything, not when she could kiss her thigh and have her shiver instead. The loving action said more than any words could, and while Holly and Maple argued with the crowd, the three of them just chilled up there on stage, and it was nice. Loving.

Still. Love had its limits.

"Morgan. I know you're my shortest Pokémon, but your fat ass is still heavy." Brandy said, "Can you get off my back?"

Morgan just laughed, but she did slide herself off Brandy and gave her the room she needed to roll herself up. Brandy's muscles ached, and her hair spikes were a tangled bird's nest, but she still felt good. Tonight had been a lot for everyone, and now they just needed to get Holly to evolve so Brandy could find somewhere to sleep for a week.

"I said I'd abide by the coin flip!" Holly was yelling to the crowd as Brandy staggered over. "We're not doing it again. Settle down!" 

"Settle down?" Maple laughed. "You're the one who got them all worked up. Can't you just give them what they want?"

"No," Holly said, gnawing on her tail as she walked in tiny circles, clearly trying to think her way out of this hole. "They all want different things."

Satisfying Pokémon. Now this. This Brandy could do. Holly just needed a nudge onto the right track.

"If you were down there in the crowd, what'd you want, Holly?" Brandy asked. 

"I mean, to fuck Maple, duh." Holly rolled her eyes. "But I'm a horny mouse, that doesn't help."

"Doesn't it?" Brandy waved out to the crowd. "They all look pretty horny to me. Well, except Harper and Calcine, they're just necking each other."

Thoroughly too. The pair were pawing at each other like they'd never touched a woman before. Harper would be lucky to end the night with all the feathers she started with. 

"Horny. Horny." Holly repeated, "Everyone's horny. So what do we do with horny people." 

She spun again and then curled her tail around Maple, leaning back against her with a smug grin. "I have decided, oh beautiful Trainer. Lift me so I may decree."

Maple reached down to scoop up her mouse, raising her above her head with an effortless ease that stirred up something in Brandy's tired heart. It was always a pleasant surprise to see how unreally strong Maple actually was.

"Good people of this fine Strip Club!" Holly called out, her voice barely audible over the crowd. So she just got louder. "Shut the fuck uuuuup!"

The end of her voice pitched up to a screech that had everyone cringing back, and Holly ran to fill that moment of silence before it broke.

"I said it was Heads, Maple would switch out, and if it was Tails, Wren, and Saffira would," Holly said, shuffling in Maple's arms to try to clamber up onto her shoulders so she could tower over the whole crowd. She was having fun up there. "Now, since Brandy's ass has special powers beyond stealing women's hearts, we got neither. Which sucks. Unless-" 

Holly rubbed her hands together and grinned. "We get the best both. Wren, your team deserves to get a taste of that Dinah dick. Saffira, you'll piece Mumbles together and show her a good time. I'm sure Nova and Tansy will help. Maple, oh Maple, we're going to do terrible things to you."

She jumped from Maple's shoulder, letting her tail wind around her partner's neck as she fell. Her impromptu leash had Maple buckle at the knees and bending forward. "We got a new teammate to break in. But, since I said everyone was leaving happy tonight, there's one last detail we must handle before everyone gets what they want. Can I have a bottle of spirits and a matchbook, please?" 

New teammate? Brandy didn't have time to analyze that because Holly grabbed her by the waist and turned her around to look back at Morgan and Sparky. Morgan bowed out and fluttered away to leave just the bug behind, fidgeting with all four hands. 

"You've made her wait long enough," Holly said, low enough that only Brandy could hear. Nova reached to hand her a matchbook, and Mahi rolled a bottle over the stage. She picked up both and shoved them into Brandy's arms. "Sparky deserves a good night, Brandy. Teach her a fire move, and then pound her until they kick us out of here."

She looked back at the chaos that was going on. Trainers were dragged into their team's groups. 

"Which might not be very long, so make the most of it?" 

A quick good luck kiss from Maple and Brandy advanced with bottle and matches in hand, Sparky standing up and brushing back her hair for all the good it'd do for that messy mop. 

"Took you long enough," Sparky said.

"Well, sorry if I was a little busy."

"When three bunny girls want to rail your brains out, you can't argue. I get it."

"No," Brandy said, screwing off the top of the Vodka bottle. "You haven't got any at all tonight, Sparky. Let's fix that." 

"Oh, am I finally getting lucky?"

"No puns!" Brandy huffed, "Don't ruin it."

"Mmmm..." Sparky chewed her bottom lip. "I dunno. I think you're going to have to come over here and make me stop."

Brandy was a few paces away. Her eyes were drawn to Galvantula's body. To the shapely hips, the long, slender legs, and those nice fat breasts. Sparky's multiple arms were a delight to look at with how they moved with effortless grace, and her yellow fur had only grown silkier and shaggier. She was a beauty, and that was without bringing her cock into it all, waiting below, proud and utterly impossible to ignore.

Brandy swallowed and held up the spirits bottle and matches.

"Set me on fire, then lick it off." Brandy said, "That's an order."

For once, Sparky didn't argue.