243 – Fair Play

243 – Fair Play

The ring hit the edge of the golden-coloured bottle, but it wobbled on the table, shaking the ring off.

"Shoot," Brandy clicked her fingers. "That one was really close."

"You'll get it this time." The woman running the booth was a peppy lady with long white hair tied back in multiple ponytails. Maybe a Cinccino inheritance? It was a cute look, and she'd taken to Brandy and Morgan instantly. A nice benefit of being the new hotness. "Maybe I can give you a few tips with some encouragement."

"Oh, I'd usually go for that," Brandy grinned. "But my date loves to work things out herself."

Morgan looked at the bottles thoughtfully, spinning a ring on her finger. She didn't have as good an aim as Brandy, but she hadn't really been throwing to try to get the rings onto the bottles. Brandy could see her working through the possibilities; skimming over the top hadn't worked, and neither had to send the rings high to drift them down. They were big enough to fit on the bottlenecks; the trick wasn't that obvious, but every time they got close, the bottle shook it off.

It wasn't a Pokémon Move. They'd ruled that out fast. All Pokémon Moves had a visual aspect. Even Morgan's wind power wasn't invisible; it left green and white trails in the air. She threw one more ring and deliberately knocked a bottle, her hand waving to match its motion as she watched it rock on the table.

"Well, while she's working it out, I'm Pillow! I saw you both at the tournament. That was a wild match!"

"It really was," Brandy grinned, "Ghost Pokémon are no joke."

"No kidding, every time we have a Full Moon, there's a bunch of Cursola who come up out of the sea, and they're an absolute riot," Pillow said, sitting on the ring table, legs kicking in the air as she watched Morgan walk around the table with the bottles on, tapping her chin. "They can knock a girl out with a kiss. The Rangers ensure nobody falls into the sea, but it's like a field of bodies by the time they're done. They're the best."

Pillow's long white ponytails. Morgan might still be working out a mystery, but Brandy had solved hers easily.

"Are you dating one?" Brandy pointed to her ponytails, "The hair matches, is all."

Pillow bit her lip and grinned. "It's a bit of a tricky relationship, but we're making it work. She's getting more and more used to coming up here. Eventually, she'll be able to stay, and we're going to try joining the Rangers. Think it'd be nice to help others have relationships with out of the way Pokémon, you know?"

"Absolutely. It's cool that you're putting in that much effort for her. She must be special." Brandy looked to Morgan, who was looking at her own hand and wobbling thoughtfully. She thought the bottles were moving unusually, which they were. They were shaking an awful lot when rings touched them, but their bottoms had to be weighted because no matter how hard they'd hit them, they never toppled. So why would they even shake at all?

She could give Morgan a hint.

"You love thick bottoms, right, Morgan?" Brandy grinned.

"My Trainer’s slowly expanding ass has been a delight. You should give it a squeeze Pillow," Morgan said, "Thick bottoms. Thick bottoms. Oh, it's not the bottles."

"You're meant to get the hint after you flirt!" Pillow laughed, but when Brandy waggled her butt at her, she took the squeeze. "Tournament Fighter ass, ooh. Cortini is going to be sad she missed a pinch of this."

"Well, take a second for her," Brandy grinned. "I used to be kind of flat if I'm honest. Like a tube. I've really grown a lot thanks to my partners."

"They'll let me know when it happens, and I'm fine that they have sex. I'm not weird about it. But they're so loud." Brandy groaned. "You have no idea; they'd be banging on the walls every night. I learned to be a heavy sleeper."

"I have noticed you are impossible to wake up once you nod off. We thought carrying you would jostle you awake, but all you did was drool on people."

"I don't drool!"

"You're like a faucet. The Wingull were worried you'd do it so much the sea levels would rise."

"They were not!" Brandy laughed and started squeezing and unsqueezing her hands, making Morgan's gunfire impossible-to-aim spurts. "Take it back, or you'll lose!"

Morgan turned the gun on Brandy instead, the cold water hitting her skin and making her squeal. "Morgan!"

"That's me, well spotted!" Morgan laughed, firing in quick bursts to make Brandy hop back, the water arcing and splashing her front. Brandy grabbed her own gun and returned fire or tried to. The water guns were really shitty. Luckily, she knew another way to boost them, putting her finger over the nozzle so the spray intensified and fired out at an angle, arcing it over Morgan to soak her from the tip of her hat to the bottom of her boots.

"..." Morgan's red eyes narrowed. "Come here, Brandy Joyce."

Fuck. Was she in trouble? Bad trouble, not sexy trouble?

"Finger my gun so we can win," Morgan said, wrapping her in a wet hug. "And I got you a present, too."

Brandy felt the Foul Play take hold of her, Morgan's experience mingling with her. Then Morgan dumped the soaking wet feelings onto Brandy and cackled as she writhed in her wings tight. "I'll warm us both up!"

Bad trouble and sexy trouble. She should have seen it coming, that's basically Morgan's whole theme.

"You're evil! Evil!"

"I'm about to win us a Rolycoly plushy." Morgan said, "I'm not evil. I'm a winner, and don't you forget it."

"Well, you did bond with me." Brandy grinned. "Does that make me a prize?"

"A grand prize," Morgan kissed her wet neck, letting her Foul Play slosh the feeling of the kiss back and forth between them. It almost made up for getting all the feeling of being soaked. Almost. "And one I haven't fully won yet. I have a lot more work to do before I claim you."

The balloon popped, and they claimed their Rolycoly Plushy. Morgan had more work to do, but that was one more win under her belt and one more plushy under Brandy's arm.

...

Though looking at it, why did the Rolycoly have a wheel? How'd that make sense?