The Greatest Game (Lay the Very Best - Chapter 402)

Getting Sparky back hadn't been easy. Lilith really hadn't wanted to let a prime bit of dick get away. Especially when it was attached to a mouthy bug who deserved everything she got. It was why Brandy had black lipstick all over her neck, covering some still-raw bite marks.

It was wild that Brandy had been fighting to not get into a threesome with a hot goth, but her life lately felt like a series of increasingly insane events. Taking a moment to breathe was necessary not to go crazy.

Dani and Sparky weren't just taking a breath; Sparky had all four arms around Brandy's side and was making Brandy take her weight as they slowly walked through Spikemuth's morning streets. The Kalosian Magikarp was even more worn out, so Sparky had webbed up her front so Brandy could wear her as a backpack, with her chin on Brandy's other shoulder.

Brandy's muscles were already burning from carrying all that weight, but she'd always been athletic and knew focusing on something else made it easier. So despite the two passengers, Brandy had her Pokédex out and was typing away to Maple as her partners watched over her shoulders.

BrandyButter: I think I should have a pet name for you. I'm thinking Seabed.

SweetTreat: I dread to ask, but why?

BrandyButter: Because you're the Ocean's Bottom.

"Pffffff," Sparky leaned in and kissed Brandy's neck. "I love you."

"Is that the first time you've said that?"

"No!" Sparky said aghast, "Dani! Brandy's teasing me."

"Oh, that's good," Dani mumbled, "You like being teased."

"No, I ... I ..." Sparky spluttered and then deflated. Defeated by innocence. Sparky just couldn't beat someone as genuine as Dani.

SweetTreat: Ocean's Bottom. Ha-fucking-ha. Well from now on you can call me Epipelagic because I topped.

BrandyButter: What?

SweetTreat: Look it up.

Brandy wasn't going to look it up. She wanted gossip.

BrandyButter: Quit stalling, did you ride the Sea Stallion or not?

SweetTreat: I have this Dex balanced on Adrianna's chest right now. She's telling me to call you a brat.

BrandyButter: Rude.

SweetTreat: But true.

BrandyButter: Rude! You owe me some details now.

SweetTreat: You've already fucked this Seadra, if you forgot that's on you. But I am pretty proud of how well I did. Come a long way since our first day out.

"What happened on your first day out?" Dani asked.

"Mercury folded Maple in half. Mercury is the Rapidash who has a hate on for Brandy," Sparky said. "You'll meet her, she's weird."

"She's not so bad." Brandy shrugged. "Just intense, now shush, let me type."

BrandyButter: You already got four team members.

SweetTreat: I don't have to bond every hot Water Type I can push into a bed!

BrandyButter: She has a dick the size of your forearm.

SweetTreat: I don't have to bond every hot Water Type with a massive dick I can push into a bed.

BrandyButter: Oh, so she's still available?

SweetTreat: In your dreams, this tasty dick is mine, you've gone your own horsegirl hater. Now, why are you bothering me?

BrandyButter: Investigation update.

SweetTreat: Did you learn anything?

BrandyButter: A lot of old goth ladies are seeing all these new punk ladies come in and change the city's vibe, causing a lot of weird heartache. Anwee?

SweetTreat: Ennui.

BrandyButter: Bless you.

"Love you," Sparky reiterated. "You're coming along so nicely."

SweetTreat: I have a hot part-dragon, part-horse Pokémon in this bed, Brandy, you're competing with her right now.

BrandyButter: I know, and I'm winning. You love me so much. Tell Adrianna, it'll make her furious.

"It would!" Dani said, "She'd be furious."

"It's to tease her," Brandy explained. "Does she like being teased?"

"No, she hates it."

BrandyButter: Do it, coward, tell her.

"Brandy!"

"Sorry, Dani, she just deserves the hassle," Brandy smirked. "She's a nightmare."

"All my sea friends are lovely, tell her to be nice to Adrianna!"

Too late, there already was a response.

SweetTreat: Adrianna says she's going to change my opinion. So I'm not getting out of bed any time soon. You've sabotaged yourself.

Losing Maple for a few hours was fine by Brandy if it meant she got extra laid. She deserved it.

SweetTreat: I asked the nurses while I was helping get Adrianna under heel. They haven't heard of any bonds breaking lately, but a bad mood has been spreading through the city. Perhaps you're onto something.

BrandyButter: Yes! Oh! Before I let Adrianna saw you in two with her dick, does our sea horse know where Chew and Nibbles are? I need to talk to them.

SweetTreat: I'll ask her when she's not got her head between my thighs.

BrandyButter: You got her down there? You really are a top, damn.

SweetTreat: I'm putting the Dex away while you're flattering me. I'll meet you at the Gym later, don't spoil it for me!

Brandy's arms and shoulders were screaming from hauling Sparky and Dani's combined weight, but adrenaline and pride made for a damn good painkiller.

"I am so good at sexting," Brandy said, triumphant.

Dani mumbled, "I don't think that's what that was."

"She got Maple laid by proxy," Sparky muttered, cheek pressed to Brandy's sweaty neck, "Edging Maple through text is this team's favourite sport."

"That's not true." Brandy tutted, "There's one better."

"Oh, sorry, I forgot bouncing coins off your ass."

"That sounds like a great sport," Dani giggled into Brandy's shoulder. "Can I play next time?"

"Absolutely," Brandy said, "You're part of the team. You get some free throws."

They rounded a corner as Sparky animatedly explained the time they'd bounced coins off Brandy's ass, and the dull morning light of Spikemuth sharpened into gaudy brilliance.

It was a Dark Gym, and you could tell by the complete lack of any restraint. Massive floodlights flashed hot pinks and electric yellows into the sky, while a broad LED marquee ran a continuous scroll of upcoming contests, scheduled battles, promotional fights, and a video of a spinning gambling wheel cutting between them. The building was an old concert venue, and a casino seemed to have sprouted out of it like a mushroom.

People were enjoying it too.

A tall, curvy woman in a leather halter top strutted past with a Haunter clinging to her back, arms draped loosely around her neck like a ghostly scarf. The purple, misty Pokémon nuzzled into her cheek with an affectionate hum, smoke curling from its mouth as it whispered something that made the woman laugh and blush. A stamped ticket in the woman's cleavage read "Kiss Prize - Collected".

On a nearby bench, a pastel-punk girl and her Ampharos were sharing a tub of glitter-dusted mochi, giggling between bites. The Ampharos wore a crop hoodie and sparkly tights, and she kept nudging her trainer's thigh with her tail every time the girl reached for a piece, forcing her to feed her instead. There was a matching sticker on both of their cheeks that said "Won: Sweets For My Sweetie".

Near the entrance, a duo of trainers posed for selfies with their partners: a lean Umbreon perched on one girl's lap with an arm around her waist, while a Meowscarada dangled upside-down from a pole like a jungle gymnast, her legs wrapped tightly around one of the Trainer's shoulders. They were all dressed in glittering black-and-gold outfits with faux-vintage casino tokens pinned to their belts, each one stamped "Lover's Dare: PDA or Forfeit".

Judging by the kisses peppered all over their bodies, no one was forfeiting.

"We're waiting outside," Brandy declared. "Morgan and Calcine will turn up eventually. Told Lilith and Rhona we'd be here."

"I can't even go in?" Sparky groaned, the casino gym lights sparkling in her eyes. "I want to so bad. They have sexy betting games."

"And you want to do them without Calcine?"

"... I hate when you're right. Okay then, Brandy, bend over."

Brandy blinked. "What?"

"Dani's got free throws, Brandy. We have to get her started on the noble sport of Bouncing Coins off Brandy's ass."

"Is that its name?" Dani gasped. "That's a terrible name."

"If you win, you can rename it."

"Do I get a say in this?" Brandy said, but she did lie down on the gym plaza for them, ass up.

"Sadly, you have to keep a lookout for Calcine and Morgan," Sparky said, "Now shush, targets don't talk."