254 – Morning Glory

254 – Morning Glory

The door practically shook off its hinges from the knocking. Brandy tried pulling Morgan's wing over her face to muffle the sound, but that woke her up and only encouraged her to slowly push Brandy out of bed.

"Betrayal!" Brandy yelped as she slowly slid out from the duvet. The pushing didn't stop, aided by a little kick of wind, and Brandy flopped out onto the room's carpet, her legs still kicking the duvet to try to throw it off the bed. "Betrayal!"

"Love you," Morgan murmured, a flex of her wing catching the duvet in the air and swirling it back down onto her body. Effortlessly cool. "You're my favorite human."

"I'm your worst enemy now," Brandy grumbled, twisting to sit up.

"I can work with that." Morgan pulled the duvet up, and it was just a pair of red eyes and a witch's hat staring out. "I love a challenge."

Brandy snorted, slicking her hair back. It was a real bird's nest up there, barely even spiky anymore. Usually, her hair liked to keep its shape, but Morgan had wanted to wear Brandy out, which meant a lot of time on her back being pounded into the mattress. Well, if she was going to have a bad hair day, at least it was for a good reason.

"Where are my clothes?"

"You have clothes?" Morgan mumbled, snuggling down into the covers. "Lame."

Morgan really wasn't an early bird. The knocking happened again, firm and steady, loud enough to make Brandy's sore head throb. Why the heck was her head aching and not the rest of her? Inheritance was baffling sometimes.

"Coming," Brandy shouted, and the knocking stopped, leaving only the soft sound of Morgan's sniggering. Rolling her eyes, Brandy pushed herself to her feet and stumbled a few steps before getting her legs under control. Where the fuck were her clothes? The room wasn't big, and she was sure they hadn't stored stuff away; they'd been busy. Morgan had thrown them somewhere, but all the sex had added a pleasant fuzz to anything that happened before the sex.

Brandy sniffed her forearm. It smelled sweaty, but the knocker would just have to deal with that. They'd have no doubt smelled worse. Fiddling with the lock on the door, Brandy eventually got it open and pushed the door back. Then gave a happy little gasp at who was on the other side.

"Love the look," Calcine said with a smile. She'd shrunk down since Brandy saw her, back to a level height, yet she seemed different as a Carkol. Less stiff, her hips slightly cocked as she roved her burning white eyes over Brandy's body. Some of that titanic Coalossal confidence had stuck, and Calcine wore it well. She was also wearing Brandy's shirt and skirt, which she'd clearly picked up moments before knocking.

Oh right! Morgan had thrown all her clothes out into the corridor. That's where they'd gone.

Even with her shameless theft of Brandy's clothes, there was only one thing stopping Brandy from rushing in for a hug with a Calcine that was a more cuddly size. The Joltik slung over her shoulder.

Sparky looked dead. Her arms dangled down, and her yellow fur was still wet from a shower. Calcine had clearly tried to comb it neatly, but there was no hope of undoing the messy tangles, and it looked like she'd just sprayed Sparky off after dragging her backward through a hedge. She was cradling some of Calcine's fiery cape as a comforter and was otherwise completely butt naked. Speaking of butts, there were some clear welty handprints still up there on that Joltik butt.

Brandy raised an eyebrow at Calcine.

"She loved it," Calcine said, gently patting Sparky's back. "Bit too much. She was still drooling when I put her in the shower."

"That was the abs," Sparky said, her voice weak. "She scrubbed me with the abs, Brandy. The abs!"

"If you're trying to make me jealous, it won't work." Brandy smiled, "Things got wild."

"With Morgan? No! Surely not," Sparky tried to laugh, but it ended in a groaning sigh. "I can't make jokes. Calcine fucked the jokes out of me."

"You couldn't make them before!" Morgan called from the bed. "Make me coffee instead!"

"Unovans and their coffee." Sparky scoffed. "You'll get tea and be Earl Grey-tful about it!"

Brandy was trying to feel the love this morning, but that pun hurt.

"Calcine, did you really fuck that idiot?" Morgan cackled from her duvet cocoon.

"I did," Calcine smiled as she came in, her free hand straight to Brandy's chest, just lightly cupping a breast as she pushed her back. "I got plans for this lady, too."

"Well, at least you've some good taste," Morgan smiled. "Brandy's a special woman."

"You really love Brandy?" Sparky said, rushing to speak before Morgan objected to the question. "Because if you do, I feel like that about Calcine too. I'd do anything for her. One destroyed butt is nothing."

"You enjoyed it." Morgan teased, "And yes, I really do love her. You don't need me to explain why."

"You're right. I don't," Sparky admitted. "They just both make me so happy. It doesn't feel real."

Morgan slapped Sparky's ass, good and firm, getting a pained squeal out of the Joltik. She opened her mouth to bite Morgan back, but the Bug found a hand at her throat, steering her gaze to look up at Morgan.

"Did that feel real?" Morgan said, staring into those wide blue eyes. "I can do it again if you're going to say stupid things."

"It did," Sparky's soft voice said. Her eyes darted away for a second, but Morgan squeezed that throat and returned Sparky to her blood-red gaze. She could feel the muscles move under her palm as Sparky swallowed before responding. "It felt real."

"Good. Because Brandy and Calcine don't lie like us. They mean what they say, don't they?"

"Yeah," Sparky murmured.

"Don't they?" Morgan pressed. She wasn't going to put up with half-felt answers.

"Yes!" Sparky repeated, her voice cracking. "They mean every word."

"When they say they love you back, you can't argue," Morgan said, stroking her fingers against Sparky's throat. Gently lowering Sparky's head back down into her lap. "It's what's so infuriating about them both. We have to take what they say literally. Got it?"

"Yeah," Sparky said weakly, her legs kicking gently against Morgan's wing. "I got it."

Morgan hummed softly, letting the Bug relax and get comfy. The coffee tasted all the better with a little relationship victory under her hat.

"It's not weird I find you incredibly hot right now?" Sparky said once she'd fully settled. "I like it when you're mean. Is that messed up?"

"I'm hot as fuck," Morgan grinned. "You'd be an idiot not to melt in my lap."

"Yeah, but also no, not that," Sparky shifted, "The way you're being all caring, stern, and mean. I like that. Is there going to be more of that?"

Morgan chuckled, sipping the last of her coffee. "Sure, Bug. Sure."

"If I misbehave even more, will you get meaner?"

"Absolutely not."

"You've gone soft, Morgan. Confessed your love for Brandy, and now all you can think about is making little feathery crow babies with her."

"Sparky, I swear to Arceus."

"I'll swear even harder if you give me what I crave. Or even keep quiet. I promise."

Morgan sighed and slapped the Bug's butt. Sparky yelped so loudly that Morgan thought she'd hurt her. With a wiggle of the bug butt and the smuggest grin Morgan had ever seen, Sparky rubbed her hand over the welt on her skin.

"I'm such a liar." Sparky cackled, "I only got louder. What you going to do about that Morgan?"

"I'm going to slap you until you learn how to be quiet," Morgan growled. "Don't expect any mercy from me."

Sparky proved to be a very slow learner.