242 – Galarian Chips not Unovan Chips
Brandy woke up in a heavenly state of softness.
Her journey had got her used to a lot of different pleasures. The warm gooey feeling of a hug from a loved one, the more visceral heart-pounding excitent of fighting and fucking, when your body was pushed to the limit, flooded with adrenaline, and your mind seed to run faster than you could think.
Softness was totally different from that. It was indulgent. Brandy wanted to sink into it and just let her thoughts drift away. The quiet whispers above her were pleasant, but opening her eyes to see who they were would be a step toward getting up, and she didn't want to leave this spot. She could have spent hours just enjoying the cool air on her skin, her body ward by the soft material all around her. The Steam Engine in her heart wasn't fired up; the battle had been more than enough to sate it, and her rest had only let it recover to rattling away at a soft purr like you'd just had a coffee and a bacon butty but hadn't gotten around to pulling any clothes on yet. That glorious mont when waking up where you were no longer groggy but not quite fully awake yet. Pure contentnt.
A finger ran through her hair. She smiled and leaned into the touch. Feathers brushed over her cheek, and with that little knowledge, Brandy knew it had to be Morgan. Much as the soft feather cuddle was bliss, now she knew who she was ignoring; it was impossible to continue playing dead.
"Hey you," Brandy said, rubbing her eyes with the back of her arm to clear the sleep out of them. She could see more faces than just Morgan's above her. There was a whole gaggle of pretty smiling ladies with long white hair and black stripes painted on their cheeks up there. The sll of salt and grease gave them away imdiately. "Hey Wingull Gals, you all getting along?"
"Making a nest for a champion?" one said, "We're doing great. Want a chip?"
Brandy snorted. Of course, they'd go right to that. It was amazing how Wingulls kept their trim figures with their almost voracious love of greasy food, maybe that's why they were so popular? Getting to eat what you like and still look hot as sin had to be worth having a girlfriend who could get a bit greasy now and then.
"You owe them a chip packet," Morgan said, the brim of her hat blocking the twinkling stars above. No wonder the air was cold. She'd slept until night. "And you owe a date."
"What happens to if I don't pay up?" Brandy smirked. "Are you going to punish ?"
Morgan's smile turned dark, "If that's what you want."
The Wingull girls cooed and giggled, their feathers ruffling as they shifted their weight from foot to foot.
"Well, that's an offer I can't turn down," Brandy said. "Do your worst."
"I will," Morgan said, pulling Brandy's Pokédex out of her cleavage. "I'm going to text Maple and tell her you fell asleep during her match."
"Wait, no! Not that bad!"
Morgan tapped away with her fingers. She was absolutely terrible at typing, which thankfully gave Brandy ti to pull herself up using so eagerly offered white wings and then slide in between Morgan's arms, cutting her view off from the Pokédex. Kissing her way up the side of Morgan's neck, Brandy could feel the shiver running through the Murkrow as Brandy sucked along her skin.
"Are you trying to distract ?" Morgan asked, chin tilted up to the sky. Brandy sank her hands into Morgan's feathers and scratched at the gorgeously soft, downy fluff beneath them. "I thought you wanted pain?"
"I changed my mind; I want you now." Brandy said, "All to myself. I'm following my instincts."
"All to yourself? We'll make a Flying Type of you yet," Morgan said, pushing Brandy back into the swarm of Wingulls. "But you're paying your debts. Girls, show her what I've taught you."
"Yes, Morgan!" the flock of Wingull chorused eagerly. Hands ran all over her skin, the Wingulls taking her arms and legs and spreading them apart. Soft feathers were draped along each one, tickling Brandy's skin and making her giggle. She tried to wriggle free, but the sheer weight of Wingulls kept her pinned. The teasing quickly turned to pleasure as they peppered kisses in between their wing brushes, the soft fabric of her clothes pressed into her as the Wingull traced the lines of her muscles and nuzzled their heads in against the curves of her body. If the feathery nest she'd slept in had been heavenly, this was pure paradise.
"I sent Maple pictures of you sleeping." Morgan said between giving head scratches and little words of encouragent to her Wingull students, "I told her you watched it all. She was gushing about how cute you are. Don't worry. I'll always have your back."
"I know, I didn't doubt you," Brandy said, feeling her bones lt from all the Wingull attention. It was so good. "This is incredible."
"My girls are quick learners," Morgan said, running her hand under Brandy's chin and raising her head to look up at Morgan's hungry red eyes. She looked smug, clearly enjoying seeing her mischief co to fruition. "If you don't promise to buy them their food, I will have them eat you instead. Do you want that to be our date?"
Tempting. So tempting. But no, Brandy knew what Morgan wanted, and she was going to give it today.
"Let's get them chips, then I will improvise a nightti date. I've got an idea," Brandy said with a smile. "I think you'll enjoy it."
Morgan's fingers trailed along Brandy's cheek. She couldn't stop herself from turning her head and nuzzling the hand, enjoying the sensation of feathers and soft skin. "You think I'll be happy with a thrown-together date?"
"I do," Brandy smiled. "If I do a good job, will you take flying?"
"I want to take you flying," Morgan said, closing in until their lips almost touched. "You give a good date. I'll let you pick if you want to keep your clothes on for it."
"Deal," Brandy grinned. She'd learned from Morgan. Never refuse a challenge where you can't lose.
"And chips?" a Wingull cooed in her ear. "Where do chips fit into this date?"
"I dunno. I feel chips aren't date food," Brandy said. Unwisely.
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"You brought this on yourself," Morgan said, her voice just round the corner of the stall. The pier's lights had overstimulated her a bit, so she'd found a shadowed bit to watch the sea over the pier's railing, her tail swishing back and forth. "Chips fit into their mouths was the correct answer."
"Ma'am, are you sure you just want chips?" the woman with long white hair with blue tips working the fryer asked. She had an apron with a colorful cartoon Wingull holding a chip cone on the front. She was surprisingly relaxed, considering Brandy had four Wingulls carrying her, one holding a limb each and gently swinging her as they watched the chip fryer crackle. "They can be a handful, but if you need help..."
"Nah, I owe them." Brandy laughed, "Can you give them extra chip sauce?"
"My girls get whatever they want," the fry cook smiled. "Put her down, gulls. If you nace them into buying it, you know it's on the house."
Wait. Was the chip stall owner dating a bunch of Wingulls? That made sense but also seed utterly criminal.
The Wingull put Brandy down on her feet and took turns kissing her before crowding around the window of the chip stall, trying to distract the cook by praising her ass. Brandy took the chance to slink away, going up behind Morgan and grabbing her from behind in a hug, her thighs getting brushed by Morgan's flicking tail.
"I can see you're excited." Brandy smiled. "You ever played Carnival gas?"
"Once or twice with Cassidy," Morgan said, sinking back into Brandy's arms. "Why?"
"Well, the pier is open for the night. Most people are enjoying the party on the cruise ship, so all the gas here will be wide open for us. I was thinking. We get so sticky food, then you can show off your talents beating the gas."
"They're not difficult," Morgan snorted, "Why would that be fun?"
"Unovan carnivals must be different from ours. Everyone knows the stall owners here cheat. They only let people win if they get flirted with, and winning with skill is almost impossible."
"Almost?" Morgan said thoughtfully. "What if you're lucky?"
"Luck alone won't cut it. You'll have to be incredibly devious to win a stuffed toy through skill alone."
"I'm going to win you three." Morgan sniffed. "You'll see, Prepare to be amazed."
A chance for Morgan to show her skills was an odd date, but it fit. She felt she'd missed out in the battle, so winning so rigged gas was perfect for bolstering her confidence.
That it was going to be fun to watch Morgan work her magic on so sneaky cheats was just a lovely bonus.
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