Public Nuisances (Lay the Very Best - Chapter 440)

It was so nice having feathers.

Laid back in cold water that came halfway up her body, Morgan had to wonder how humans ever managed. If they dipped into cold water, they'd feel that bite straight away, no protective layer of downy feathers to keep them toasty. They needed inheritance to stand a chance, like Brandy and her fiery heart, she'd gotten from Calcine and Scoria. She'd be able to handle water this cold just as well as Morgan could.

That rankled Morgan a little. It was good that her Trainer wasn't going to catch a cold, but it was also one less excuse to eventually give Brandy some feathers of her own. She'd look gorgeous with them, lovely black feathers with red tips to match her hair, maybe even the start of some real wings on her arms?

Fuck. Morgan could do so much with Brandy. She was such a beautiful canvas to be painted with all her partner's inheritance. Her new horns and the fiery glow in her hair were the latest touches, and Calcine deserved to make Brandy shine, but Morgan wanted a piece of that human for her own.

Brandy getting her Super Luck had been a thrill, but Morgan wanted something tangible. Something she could touch, taste, and tease.

Water clung to Morgan's wings, heavy enough to make each plume settle against the next. She didn't like to let on, but her feathers were actually pretty sensitive, and every bead of water above the waterline felt like a tiny fingertip pressing in.

She pulled a slow breath through her teeth, steadying herself, and let the subtle pulse of a thin Hurricane stretch outward. The breeze here was playful. Too playful. It made the cold more biting as it rippled over the wet edges of her wings, trying to stir a shiver out of her.

Morgan exhaled and pressed her will outward, blowing away the currents. The air calmed around her as they became the still eye at the center of a gentle hurricane, warm air folded inward like a blanket pulled tight around her body. It was nice, but the wet was starting to soak through.

Luckily for this bird, more warmth was close by.

Morgan could feel it spreading through the water, little swirls of heat caressing across her thighs, flowing around her stomach, and soothing the underside of her wings.

"You're awake," Morgan said, "Good morning?"

"Mrgh..." Elira reached out, splashing in the water until she found Morgan's hand and gave it a squeeze. "Even better now."

"Sore?"

"Very," Elira said, "We really were animals last night."

Morgan grinned. It'd been nice, just letting loose her Dark side and having some feral, hungry fucking with a beautiful fox lady, who was long overdue for some affection.

"You needed it," Morgan said, squeezing Elira's hand back. "And I had to pay you back for all your help somehow."

"You're not paid back," Elira sniffed. "My Future Sight is very expensive; you still owe me."

"Right now?"

"Tempted," Elira groaned, "But I don't even know if I can sit up."

Morgan laughed, impressed that Elira had any flame left. They had really worn each other out the night before. The Murkrow kept her eyes closed, savoring the contrast of cold water fighting against her feathers and the slow warmth creeping in to displace it and soothe her aching muscles.

She squeezed Elira's hand.

"Come get a little bit more payback." Morgan said, "You earned it."

Elira didn't need any more excuse than that. The fox woman shifted through the water to get closer, her heat blooming stronger as she moved into Morgan's space. Morgan felt the warmth kiss up her ribs and begin to warm her flank, feather by feather. It was nice, but it could be nicer, so she tugged Elira firm enough to make her intent clear.

Elira slid into her arms, all those sharp teeth on display, framed by her long purple hair. Morgan still wasn't sure if Elira was a Shiny or if it was dye, but it suited her, whatever the answer.

The water splashed around them as Morgan wrapped Elira in a loose, tired hug, wings folding around her as best they could, her cheek brushing the damp fur of Elira's collar. Elira's own arms slid around her back, fingertips hot as embers smoothing through soaked feathers. It was so close to being painful, but stopped just short, and that contact high felt real good.

As Morgan gasped happily at the warmth, Elira tilted her head in and stole a kiss. She had smoky lips, just like Calcine and Morgan, and she just let the sensation of it wash over her, too tired to deepen the kiss when she could focus on enjoying every second of it instead.

"You're so hot."

"Hah hah," Elira's ears flicked and splashed the water. "Heat puns."

"Nope, just too fucked stupid to be clever. You are hot, and you know the company I keep."

"I'm a Psychic sweetheart, I know things that'd make you blush." Elira said, "Though your Dark clouded brain is a little bit of a blind spot for me."

Elira's tail lifted behind her, then coiled around Morgan's hips, thick and plush, radiating heat like a fire pit. The warmth wrapped all the way around Morgan, tightening just enough to make the Murkrow melt into Elira's chest.

"How can you read the Dark Gym, if we're you're blind spot?"

A soft, happy purr rumbled up from Elira's throat as she enjoyed the feathery hug.

"You're the clever one, work it out."

"You've no idea what happens in there, do you?" Morgan said, letting her Hurricane wind curl in to tease those fox ears. Watching them twitch was too much fun. "That's why you were so light on detail."

"I'm not that weak." Elira sniffed, "Try again."

Morgan kept her eyes closed for another heartbeat, letting the world come into focus through every sense but sight. The cool press of stone against her back. The soft rush of water trickling nearby. The faint smell of wet masonry and night air. The pulse of Elira's thumb drifted almost unconsciously across her knuckles.

"You're picking out bits, piecing together a puzzle?"

"One that'll be thrown into disarray now I've told you. I grabbed enough for you to have a chance at success. Delia's collected a lot of tricky ladies who mess with my Future Sight. She loves forcing people to think on their feet."

"Brandy's amazing at that," Morgan said proudly.

"I believe you, but she's only one small part of your plan." Delia purred, Morgan hearing her fox ears fluttering happily as the Hurricane massaged them. "You're all going to have to step up to her level."

"Brandy's not even on my level."

"Lying to the future seeing Psychic is very rude," Elira said, a playful little growl in her throat. "Do I have to punish you?"

"Maybe."

"Then let's get somewhere we're not soaking wet," Elira said slowly, then stirred in Morgan's arms. "Actually, where are we? I don't remember getting into a bath."

Morgan finally opened her eyes.

Above her, clouds floated by a stone statue of Yveltal, the Legendary Pokémon's massive wings folded around three captured, feminine stone shapes.

"I think we're in a public fountain."

"What?" Elira snapped, ears flicking as she tried to squirm out of Morgan's grip. Morgan sank her Dark claws into the Delphox's wet fur, making her moan so loud she ran out of breath to struggle with.

"Morgan! We're in public. I need to be presentable."

"Yeah," Morgan said, "In the arms of a beautiful woman. You couldn't be more presentable."

Morgan couldn't enjoy the soft smile that crept onto Elira's face.

"I'm meant to be a mysterious fox lady," Elira huffed. "You are ruining my image."

"Not the only thing I ruined," Morgan grinned, and there it was again, the warmth blooming against Morgan's stomach. Elira's arousal, her dick literally getting hot for her as it lay across Morgan's stomach.

"You enjoyed all this," Morgan said. "I spent a long time miserable under a bridge once. It wasn't good for me, and that tower isn't good for you. This city deserves more of you."

A twitch of an ear. The slight, reluctant curl at one corner of Elira's mouth.

"Smooth talker."

"Gonna need it, robbing a Casino shortly," Morgan smirked.

They drifted in silence again, Morgan soaking in the gentle contact of Elira's fingers against her face. The pulse of heat radiating from her body, the soft lap of water around their sides, she let herself float in it, feeling weirdly serene.

She didn't question if she deserved every little thing anymore. Calcine had stamped out the last bits of that bit of worry that Brandy hadn't already plucked out. She could enjoy this. So she did.

Morgan was paying very close attention to Elira's lovely, furry body with her tongue when she saw trouble beelining towards them with speed. She should have stopped and warned Elira, but Morgan had a nipple in her mouth, and it needed sucking.

A woman waded straight into the fountain, not hesitating for even a heartbeat. The cold water rushed up over her boots, then her calves, soaking into tight black trousers that clung to her legs like they'd been painted on.

Short, but broad-shouldered, she struck a striking silhouette as she stood over them, her coat, a lovely vivid orange, hung open just enough to show the fitted black vest beneath, the fabric pulled neat across a strong chest. Her belt buckle was polished, and every line of her uniform was ironed to a perfect cut.

Galar's Ranger uniforms were so hot, especially when worn with this much care. Whoever had decided they should all wear those tight black pants was a genius.

This Ranger's hair was as dark and glossy as her uniform, pulled back tightly to form a large ponytail. It would have been cute, but the perfection of her cheekbones and the way her mouth settled into a firm, disappointed line made Morgan's stomach flip for entirely different reasons.

She was undeniably gorgeous in that dangerous, 'I will ruin you if you make me repeat myself' way.

"Elira," the Ranger said, voice firm enough to bend steel. "This isn't a bathing pool. We keep the park family-friendly during the day. You should know better."

Elira flinched. A full-body wince against Morgan's feathers.

"Sorry, Mira," Elira said guiltily, "We got a little out of control."

The Ranger cut her gaze toward Morgan without moving her head. "Elira never causes trouble. I assume this is your fault?"

"I am fully guilty." Morgan grinned, "But she's nice and warm, and I like the bed we've made here. What happens if we don't get out?"

Mira took a set of handcuffs off her belt and dangled them from between two fingers in the air.

"Tempting, but sorry, pretty Ranger, I've got a Casino to rob."

Mira's expression didn't change. Not a twitch, not a raised brow, just that same carved-from-stone displeasure that somehow made her even hotter.

Elira, meanwhile, was shrinking. Actually shrinking. Her ears flattened so hard they nearly disappeared into her purple hair, and her tail pulled tight around Morgan's waist like she could hide it in her feathers.

"Oh, she's so mad at you," Morgan whispered loudly, delighted.

"Morgan!" Elira tried to burrow behind her, sinking down in the water until only her eyes and the tips of her ears peeked out over Morgan's wing. "Don't make this worse."

"I'm not making it worse," Morgan said, absolutely making it worse. "She's just disappointed. Isn't that right, Ranger?"

Mira crossed her arms, the movement making her vest strain very distractingly across her chest. "I will beat your ass in a very unsexy way if you don't get out of this fountain."

Elira whimpered.

Morgan glowed with joy.

"You know," Morgan said, waggling her eyebrows, "if you wanted to punish us, I'm sure we could arrange-"

"Morgan," Elira hissed, mortified.

"-some community service. Together. Maybe with handcuffs-"

"Morgan!"

Mira took one step forward, and Elira slapped a wet hand over Morgan's mouth in pure panic. "Mira, I swear, I'll handle her! Please don't arrest anyone. Please."

Mira slid the cuffs back onto her belt slowly. Morgan swore she caught a tiny fleck of disappointment in those eyes. Interesting.

"I expect both of you dried, and out of this fountain in the next sixty seconds," Mira said, "Then you're going to explain what you mean about robbing a Casino."

She waded out of the fountain with a confident stride. Authoritative, intimidating, and drop-dead gorgeous despite her size. The moment she hit the stone walkway, Elira collapsed against Morgan in a strangled, miserable groan.

"She is going to kill us."

Morgan kissed the side of her jaw. "Nah. She'll just scold us more. I think she can't wait to do it. Isn't she hot when she's angry?"

Elira buried her face in Morgan's shoulder. "She is, but I can see the future remember? She is going to fuck us both absolutely senseless for this."

Morgan laughed, delighted. "Well, I have a Casino to rob. Change our future, and take one for the team?"

"You planned this." Elira said, "It is not your job to get me laid."

"I have a debt to work off, Elira," Morgan teased. "You said it yourself. I'm going to get you so laid until you admit we're even."

Elira looked at the tight, black fabric hugging Mira's ass and bit her bottom lip hard.

"Okay," Elira said, licking her lips. "I'll take this one for the team. But you still owe me. Owe me even more now."

Perfect. Morgan had plans for a victory party if they pulled this off, and there was a human out there who really wanted to get her hands on a pair of fox ears.

She'd make sure Elira got paid in full.