The neon lights of Spikemuth painted the streets in bright, colorful light as Brandy, Sparky, and Dani made their wobbly way back to the Cheesecake Cafe.
All around them, other ladies and their Pokémon partners were wrapping up their nights staggering out of bars arm-in-arm, their laughter echoing off alley walls or draped across each other beneath humming signs. A Skuntank in platform boots blew smoke rings into the night sky while her date buried her face into her fur, and a Lucario with glitter on her muzzle was slow-dancing in the street with a lady in a cool leather jacket to music only they could hear.
Spikemuth was winding down but not quietly. Certainly not quietly for Sparky and Brandy because Dani was giving them a constant, slurred narration of absolutely everything she saw.
"Look! Look at that sign," Dani hiccuped, pointing at a flickering holo of a Malamar spinning pizza. "It's dancing, you guys. She's got ... urp ... she's got fiery hips. Like a pizza."
"You've got better hips," Sparky snorted, one of her four hands gently looping around Dani's shoulders to steer her away from a lamp post she was about to kiss. "You think they should put fish on pizza, Brandy?"
"I'd eat it," Brandy said, leaning on Sparky's side. Sparky hadn't seed bothered by the drink at all, but Brandy's head was pleasantly fuzzy, and it was just easier to let Sparky guide them. Hopefully, she could resist the urge to steer them directly into trouble. "I'd demolish a greasy bit of fish right now."
"Noooo," Dani groaned. "I don't want to be pizza."
"Not even if Brandy gets to eat you?" Sparky teased.
This took so thought for the drunk Magikarp, the idea bouncing around in her head as she was gently steered down the street.
"What toppings does Brandy like?"
"We'll find out when we get to Rhona," Sparky snorted, and Brandy smacked her on the ass for that.
Sparky gave a sharp little yelp and whipped her head around, eyes wide for half a second before narrowing playfully. Then she let out a low, amused growl. "Oh, we're playing rough tonight?"
"Calcine's not here to stop ," Brandy said, massaging her fingers into that lovely bug rump. "I like mushrooms, Dani, or anything spicy."
"Liar," Sparky huffed. "You love sausage."
Brandy's hand drifted lower without missing a beat, cupping Sparky's groin as she t the bug's eyes with a wicked smile. She gave a slow, deliberate squeeze of her cock, just enough to stop Sparky mid-step, ears twitching.
"I could go for sausage, but not on pizza." Brandy purred, voice warm and commanding, "Doesn't give enough of what I want. I need it thick and throat-filling."
"Woah," Dani said, blinking slowly. "That's like with dicks."
Sparky opened her mouth, clearly about to make so crack at Dani's oblivious comnt, but Brandy's fingers moved again, slow and purposeful, stroking just enough to knock the words right out of her.
Sparky made a sharp, stunned noise, her breath catching hard as her whole body jolted and sparks crackled off her fur. Her eyes popped wide as Brandy finished the stroke with a hand-cupped squeeze, then fluttered half-shut, smirk dissolving into sothing much more desperate.
"You were going to say sothing?" Brandy murmured sweetly.
Sparky let out a shaky breath. "Are you going to do that again if I do?"
"Aw, Sparky. I'm going to do it again, no matter what. You're my lovely bug to take care of."
Sparky grinned, biting her lip, her six blue eyes glowing as she leaned in. "If you think I won't cum right here in the street, then you are-"
"GALS!" Dani suddenly slurred at full volu, arms flung wide as she nearly spun herself into the gutter. "That shack, look at that shack! They've got chips in a bread roll. A whole roll! It's like ... it's like a potato sandwich!"
She pointed dramatically at a squat little shack plastered with scribbled nas from marker pens. The whole thing was beneath a low wooden awning that looked haphazardly nailed together from beach-worn planks and painted with streaks of white and blue. It was raining here, but the rain only fell on the roof of the shack, sluicing off the roof in gentle waterfalls that frad the shack's entrance like stage curtains.
The vendor, a tall, broad-hipped woman with wind-tossed white-blue hair tucked into a loose wrap, worked the fryer with a happy smile and a constant roll in her staggeringly large hips. Her pale yellow apron, neat despite the grease, read "Seagrits & Chips" in barely legible script because her massive chest was stretching out the fabric. Every ti she plated a roll on her cleavage, she let out a lodic hum of satisfaction that floated over the hiss of oil.
Just on the side of the kitchen, a second white-blue-haired girl lounged lazily in a hammock strung between two lamp posts. She had the sa white-blue hair cut into a shorter bob, and she didn't have that generous helping of curves. Rake thin and wearing a cute white skirt with a blue band and a soaking-wet white top that showed off the skin underneath. Occasionally, the cook would pluck a chip from the fryer and, without looking, drop it straight into the lounging girl's open mouth. This got a noise out of her that sounded, well, pornographic, and Brandy was sure the chips couldn't be that good. But she'd be crazy not to find out.
Brandy veered off course, pulling Sparky and Dani with her. "One detour. Then we go back," she declared, already digging for change in her jacket pocket.
"I feel so cheated," Sparky muttered, still trying to get her breathing under control. "Dani, this is your fault."
"You're welco," Dani cut in cheerfully, missing the irritation entirely. She turned to Sparky, swaying as she walked. "Also, your dick is amazing! Like award-winning. I would vote for it. If there was a dick election."
Sparky wrapped one arm around Dani's shoulders and pulled her close for a half-drunken hug, pressing her forehead to the girl's temple.
"You're the worst drunk ever," she said, beaming. "And I love it. You're hilarious. If my dick ever runs for office, you're doing the campaign ads."
Dani giggled and leaned her head against Sparky's breasts. "Vote for Sparky! More Hands, More Fun!"" Sparky with power. Arceus, help us all," Brandy grinned and waved to the chef. "Sorry! Can I get three chip rolls to go?"
The curvy chef gave them all a slow once-over before noticing a chip had slid into the slope of her cleavage, and she plucked it up with two delicate fingers. She fed it into her own mouth, licked her thumb, and winked.
"Drunk and hungry, is it?" she said cheerfully. "I'll set you right, don't worry."
"Do we have to pay extra to eat them off your chest?" Brandy asked, half-joking.
"I've not been asked that before! That's a great idea." The woman in the hammock was nodding madly, her head popping up over the edge to look at them. "I'm ordering that."
"Sippy, you work here. Wait till we're closed."
" I don't work very hard, though!" Sippy grumbled. "You do everything."
"And look how well it turns out," the chef replied, practically glowing with pride as she gave the fryer basket a confident shake. "I need you there to spoil, or what would I do with no custors?"
"Don't knock it Sippy," Sparky nodded. "You're living the life."
Sippy let out a pleased hum and flopped deeper into the hammock, arms behind her head. "Wing gals stick together."
That seed to please the chef, and rather quickly, the rolls ca out, and she loaded them up with thick-cut chips, gave each a shake of salt and vinegar, then plated one right across the top of her chest." Go on then, one for you. Pick who."
"Dani, you're up," Sparky said, already bracing to lift her to one side.
Dani blinked slowly, then squealed with delight as Brandy lifted her under the other arm, and together, they gently hoisted her toward the chef's chest.
"I am so spoiled," Dani whispered reverently, eyes wide as saucers. The chip roll sat nestled perfectly on the soft shelf of her cleavage, rising and falling gently with each breath like a prize on display. Dani didn't hesitate. She leaned in, nose brushing the curve of the chef's chest as she opened her mouth wide and took a huge, delighted bite. Her face nearly disappeared into the soft flesh as she chewed madly, legs kicking in the air with glee.
"Holy shit," Dani mumbled around a hefty amount of flesh. "I want to drown here."
The chef laughed politely and was completely caught off guard when Dani, still held up high in the air, leaned up and kissed her, full of drunken gratitude. It wasn't a little peck either. Dani tilted her head and parted her lips with the confidence of a Magikarp who knew exactly what she wanted and lacked the sobriety to be nervous about it. Her tongue slipped past the chef's lips in an unhurried glide and swirled inside those cheeks.
The chef froze, eyes wide, a chip roll still balanced on her cleavage. Then she lted. Her shoulders dropped, and a soft sound escaped her throat. One of her hands fluttered up to grab Dani's thigh, but it was so shaky Brandy didn't even feel the weight lessen.
By the ti Brandy and Sparky gently eased Dani back, the chef's face was flushed and dazed, her lips wet and parted.
"... You're welco," she breathed, blinking slowly.
Sippy let out a low whistle from the hammock. "I want one of those too. Go on, clear out. We need to close up so I can kiss the life out of her."
Sparky and Brandy marched out, Dani dangling between them as they ate their rolls with their free hand.
"She'll sober up soon," Sparky said, "Pokémon don't stay drunk long. What about you, ready to face Rhona?"
"Nope," Brandy said as she took another bite of chip roll goodness. "But I never was going to be. Co on, I know you want to see get ruined by her."
"I really do." Sparky grinned. "I really, really do."
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