92 – Cooling Off

92 – Cooling Off

It'd been a day of adventure, and Brandy was exhausted, but there was one last thing to get through before she could take a well-earned sleep. On any other day going to the Icebox would have been a delicious treat, but today she'd beaten her first Gym, and then Maple had stolen the Spotlight, even from that accomplishment.

Turrfield was a small place, and when it came to nightclubs, it only had one. The Icebox. Brandy had actually been inside a few times in college, but they kept things boringly tame when the younger crowd came in. No drink, everyone dressed appropriately, and even the music was not that exciting. It was frustrating, a peek at something that should have been fun, but they'd usually had to liven it up with a few party games or a snuck-in bottle of some awful drink. At least the staff put on some pretty good ice cream to make up for it.

It looked so lively now that Brandy got to see it like it should have been, women trailing out wearing glitzy dresses and glow paint, laughing with their partners. Or being physically carried for those that had gotten carried away.

"That'd be you," Maple said from under her arm. She'd hugged in to fight off the night chill, and Brandy was more than happy to have her there getting all cozy.

"No way, I'd be carrying you." With a playful tap of Maple's arm, Brandy said, "You'd look silly dragging me behind you."

"Dragging!" Maple gasped. "My mom's a Fighting type; I'm strong as hell, thank you. I could put you over my shoulder any time I wanted. In fact!"

Knowing it was coming didn't mean Brandy could do anything about it. Maple leaned into her and hoisted her up so smoothly it could have been a Move. Brandy's world whirled before her eyes as one moment she was upright, and the next Maple had one arm around the back of her legs as she had Brandy draped over her shoulders like a very leggy scarf. Maple glanced at Brandy from the corner of her eye, no doubt hoping for a look of shock. She wasn't expecting Brandy with her bottom lip bit, giving her lovey-dovey eyes.

"This is so hot," Brandy growled, wiggling her stomach against the back of Maple's head.

"Oh, you are terrible!" Maple laughed as she bounced Brandy on her shoulders to get her to settle down. "You find absolutely everything hot. This doesn't count."

"No, I found Pokémon hot." Brandy settled, if only so Maple wouldn't throw her off. "Pokémon and now you, so anything I find hot about this is your fault, and I am blameless."

Maple ignored the logic and focused on sweet-talking her way past the club door lady without even putting Brandy down; just a flash of a smile and a quick "She completes my outfit" was enough to get let in, despite the ridiculous situation. It was honestly impressive how confident Maple was. And hot, but Brandy would keep that to herself.

The inside of the club was nothing like Brandy remembered. Purple ceiling lights gave the dancefloor a bright glow as colorful paint sparkled around, haphazardly splashing down every surface and a whole lot of skin. Brandy had been expecting it to be wild here, but she hadn't expected people to be fully naked, two women smearing themselves into Wooloo's fur to make shapes, or a tall Pokemon with red skin wearing nothing but a pair of orange goggles in a mad dance with a gaggle of admirers trying to get very familiar with the long, mouthwateringly thick tentacles she had instead of limbs. Even Maple had a good stare at that.

"Should we jump in?" Brandy said, squirming on Maple's shoulders so she could get close to her ear to talk over the pulse-pounding music.

"We're here to find our Partners," Maple said after a very thorough look. "Not to dance, stay focused and- woah! Holy shit, she puts them in people?!"

"What?" Brandy twisted to look, but Maple held her tight, and the tentacled Pokémon was just out of view. "What's she doing? Let me see!"

"We should find the others!" Maple said with a high-pitched squeak and a quick stride. If she blushed any harder, she'd glow brighter than all the special paint. "Right away."

"You caught her at the end, sorry. She'd had fun, though. She's called...." Calcine stalled. "Uh. Mahi, we know who this is, right?"

"Don't ask me; I just liked her tits. Still do."

Calcine was the only one of the pair to look ashamed, rubbing her neck bashfully as the unknown woman orgasmed her brains out on her lap. "I swear we took some names. We haven't just been fucking anything with a pulse."

"Well, Calcine and I anyway," Mahi said, gesturing to a sofa littered with unconscious women. Brandy had noticed it because the messy pile was hard not to, but she'd assumed it was a place a lot of people had passed out. In a way, it still was. "Those two got into a competition, and it took them so long to pipe down that we don't dare disturb them."

"And where is Holly?" Maple said, looking at the pile of passed-out women with the calm look of someone who wasn't seeing their first pile of passed-out women. Maple had said Holly was a bit of a terror.

"You're probably going to have to dig, but I wouldn't," Calcine said. "It's going to be really unpleasant. Sticky. At best, and not just because of Sparky's webs."

"You are too bluntly honest," Mahi growled and nipped past the unnamed office lady to give Calcine's top lip a bite, adding another blue paint kiss to the dazzle pattern on Calcine's face. "I need to teach you how to be honest in a sexy way."

"Brandy finds it sexy," Calcine said with a shrug. "It works."

"Guess who else Brandy finds sexy?" Maple asked with a sly tone. It was obviously an excuse to brag, and the slap to Brandy's ass helped make it crystal clear what she was talking about.

"Yeah, I said you fucked already," Mahi rolled her eyes. "Unless, ooooh. Calcine, someone is looking love-struck."

"My new girlfriend can bench-press me," Brandy said from Maple's shoulders. "Isn't she cool?"

"Oh, we need details now," Calcine said as she rolled her hips, the bubbling moan from the office lady giving away that she wasn't just going to slide off Calcine's lap. "Come tell us how the date went. It will be a while before we can dig out the other two, anyway."

"What about you and Mahi? You've been getting way more than friendly." Brandy said, "We want some details too."

"Tell you what," Mahi said, voice low and sultry. "You two tell a good story of your date, and I'll use Calcine to put on a good show, so you can see what I did to her in person."

"And, um, office lady?"

"I think she's enjoying herself plenty right where she is. Aren't you, sweetheart?" Mahi said, poking a finger into her mouth. The dazed office lady sucked on the finger and shivered in another miniature orgasm. "See? She wants to hear the story."

Brandy was pretty sure that wasn't why she was making noises, but she really wanted to see what Mahi had done to Calcine, so she spilled all the tea. Turns out there was lipstick places they couldn't even see; they *really* had got along while their Trainers were away.