I Want To Lay the Very Best!

279 – The Most Magical Place on Earth

Brandy had been having quite a nice time being guided with eyes closed in the cuddle puddle, and so when everyone stopped she tried to look and see why, only to feel Morgan's feathers over her face, blocking her view.

"Morgan," Brandy said sternly, "I can't know where we're going. Why?"

"Do you trust me?" Morgan asked, her voice a little breathless like Sparky had shocked her. Brandy hadn't heard any zap, though.

"... no?" Brandy offered. "You are a relentless schemer."

"Fuck, fair point. Calcine, back me up? She needs to be positioned right for this one."

"Trust her, Brandy," Calcine said, "You know her schemes are worth it."

"If Calcine's backing you, it's gotta be good," Brandy said, "And also, you all lied when you said it was just a beachside bar. Where are we?"

"I want to tell her so bad," Sparky said. "Don't drag this out. I need to tell her."

If Sparky couldn't hold it in, it had to be something special. Brandy bounced about on her heels to try to get a peek. "Now I really want to see more!"

There was a mad struggle to hide Brandy's eyes as all three wrestled with her while she tried to escape. Brandy laughed so hard that fighting them off and getting a peek was impossible. A somewhat confused bouncer checking they weren't kidnapping her before ticking their names and letting them inside. Bouncy, jazzy music and the sound of mad cheering greeted them as they carried Brandy in.

"Okay, Brandy, stand still," Morgan said. "All of us reveal on three?"

Brandy stood up, a little anticipation rising in her. This sounded like it would be fun.

"One... Two... Three!"

Brandy's Compound Eyes blurred briefly as they quickly adjusted to the indoor light. Brandy found herself staring at a round stage set in the center of the room, lit by rows of light. A pole was set in the middle, straddled by a woman wearing a tiny black waistcoat, bunny girl ears, and not a stitch more. She was doing some truly amazing things with her legs to that lucky, lucky pole, spinning around it and twirling to the cheers and mad wolf-whistles of the crowd.

"Surprise!" Sparky cackled. "Bunny Girl Strip Club!"

Brandy had never realized how much she needed to hear those four words in that particular order. Her mouth went dry as the dancer finished up, bowing and leaving the stage to a chorus of clapping and more cheering, the little cotton tail they must have glued to the small of her back swishing back and forth as she walked.

"What do you think?" Morgan asked, her voice soft and eager.

Brandy tried to form words, her heart pounding in her chest. It felt like someone was trying to set her on fire, her entire body tingling and aching. "It's. Wow. You. I mean. Um."

Words were too hard right now.

"She likes it," Calcine said, chuckling, her arm looping around Brandy's shoulders. "Look at her blushing face."

Brandy was blushing because the next dancer was coming on, a leggy Lopunny wearing precisely nothing but the fur she was given by Arceus. She'd painted her claws a vibrant purple that glowed in the stage's UV lights. Her long ears floated behind her like ribbons as she strutted up and down the stage, blowing kisses to the crowd, her little pom-pom tail wagging from side to side. She treated those behind her to a few wiggles.

Brandy stared up at the gorgeous Lopunny, feeling more lightheaded by the second. She just got lost in the moment. The music and the crowd shouting drowned out her partners, and when the Lopunny began moving with the rhythm, her hands gliding over her furred breasts, down over her wide hips, her toned stomach, between those long legs. Brandy was in heaven.

Brandy leaned forward almost instinctively, and the Lopunny must have caught her eye because those brilliant red eyes winked at her. Then, slowly, the dancer dropped, legs parting to expose herself. Brandy stared, her cheeks going bright red as the dancer teased everyone, two fingers dragging along a length of dick that had the crowd momentarily breathless before they burst out into frantic hollering.

"Wow," a voice called over the pulse-pounding music. "If I'd known this was your weakness, I'd have won easily."

Dragging her eyes away from the Lopunny on stage felt like a crime, but Brandy wasn't about to be rude. She turned to look at Branwen and couldn't help but smile at how she looked. She had squeezed into a tight black t-shirt and black leather pants, letting a big, puffy Wooloo wool coat do all the talking for her outfit. It was all pure white wool goodness and contrasted the patchwork Wooloo with pure black eyes hanging off her arm.

"Wren! Dinah! You both look so cute." Brandy smiled.

"Cute?" Wren said, raising an eyebrow. "Hold up."

She smoothed back her long black hair and then flicked it up, the hair twizzling together and reforming as her eyes swirled. The hair clumped, thickened, and then reshaped before Brandy's eyes before flicking back and forth experimentally.

"What do you think?" Wren said, leaning forward and wiggling her new bunny ears. "Disguise is the best Inheritance, right?"

"I want to gnaw on them," Brandy said without thinking, straight from the heart.

"Get in line." Dinah huffed, a hand on Wren's plush hip and going up on tiptoes to nibble at those black bunny ears.

"I got two ears!" Wren laughed. "Brandy, come get a chew."

Brandy wasn't sure she was even in her own body anymore. This had to be a fever dream, right? This couldn't be happening. She was just having some kind of incredible dream. Her day couldn't be this perfect. Sparky practically threw Brandy at Wren, and Brandy could feel all eyes on her as she leaned down to get at the base of Wren's new bunny ears.

Brandy let her teeth graze gently over the furred skin of the ear's base, feeling the warm flesh underneath. Enjoying the soft feeling of the fuzzy fur against her lips. Oh. Oh, she tasted good. It was impossible to resist a more thorough chew, and that got Wren moaning. Her knees were going a little weak as she wobbled, and it was all on Dinah and Brandy to keep her up.

"M-more," Wren moaned.

Dinah was busy chewing on the other ear, but Brandy had a lot of ground to cover. Her tongue glided up the long length of the bunny ear, savoring the taste of Wren's sweet fur and the little squeaks she was making. Her hand stroked the fluffy tufts, feeling them squish between her fingertips and enjoying the little noises of approval.

"We have a room booked!" Wren said in a rush. "The rest are there. I was sent to come get you. We should go there right now."

"But we have a bunny right here," Morgan smirked. "Brandy deserves a snack. She's had a rough day."

"Room," Wren said, her voice going very firm. "Now. Please. Before I have a meltdown."

"We should probably do what she says," Calcine said, grinning. "We're taking attention off the Lopunny, and I don't want her to come down here and crush us with her thighs."

"I do!" Sparky said, "Think of my needs!"

"Come on, come on." Wren said, "Sooner we're there, the sooner I can get someone between my legs."

Wow. She's gotten so assertive! Good for her. Brandy followed with a grin. "Okay, I want to see who the special guest is anyway."

"Well, don't ask me. This is the first time I've met her," Wren laughed. "She's a real hoot, though, come on."

Wren took Brandy's hand and dragged her through the strip club, and Brandy felt like the luckiest person in the world. The envious eyes were on her as she was followed by a group of beautiful Pokémon, with a bunny girl eagerly dragging her off into a private room. The air was thick with jealousy, and Brandy couldn't blame them. She felt like a queen.

 It was going to be an incredible night. Brandy had to have one quick conversation with some troublemakers before she could settle in and enjoy it. The private room was huge, but it had to be with everyone stuffed into it. Branwen, Brandy, Maple, Saffira, and all their teams? With a few staff on top and some big, soft-looking red couches, it was like its own miniature bar at the back, with a small stage and a pole for a private show ready to go. There was even someone using it, their special guest, with one wing wrapped around the pole and the other spread wide, gleaming white feathers pristine in the backroom light.

Pale grey eyes looked down at Brandy, and the Pokémon gave a glint of recognition before moving right onto her real target.

"Hey, Calcine," Harper. Cassidy's graceful Swanna, who Calcine had wrestled with in their fight, finally got Morgan and her old trainer to speak some sense to each other. She and Calcine had hit it off really well. "Carkol really suits you, tall and gorgeous."

She stretched out her long, graceful neck and ducked one knee, giving them all a lovely view of some Swanna cleavage. "I never did get to show off my Feather Dance. How about I give you all a show?"

Calcine stood ramrod straight, her eyes blazing white as she took a long, deep breath. "I got a lot to show you, too."

"Oh, I saw your match," Harper purred. "There's a lot I want to catch up on with you. Coalossal Calcine has got my feathers downright ruffled."

"I hope you didn't have plans for Calcine," Sparky whispered. "Because she's going to fuck the feathers off that Swanna."

"Know this bitch two years and not even a hello," Morgan huffed. "Calcine, this is your fault."

"Yeah," Calcine smiled, staring up at Harper on the stage. "I'll take the blame for this one."