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279 – The Most Magical Place on Earth

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."

"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."