242 – Galarian Chips not Unovan Chips

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 excitement of fighting and fucking, when your body was pushed to the limit, flooded with adrenaline, and your mind seemed 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 warmed 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 moment when waking up where you were no longer groggy but not quite fully awake yet. Pure contentment.

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 smell of salt and grease gave them away immediately. "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 me a date."

"What happens to me if I don't pay up?" Brandy smirked. "Are you going to punish me?"

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 time to pull herself up using some 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 me?" 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?"

"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 menace 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 seemed 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 games?"

"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 games here will be wide open for us. I was thinking. We get some sticky food, then you can show off your talents beating the games."

"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 me 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 some rigged games was perfect for bolstering her confidence.

That it was going to be fun to watch Morgan work her magic on some sneaky cheats was just a lovely bonus.