Two Fingers of Brandy (Lay the Very Best - Chapter 407)

"Brandy, babe! Oh, you have to get in here."

Light blue hair flowed across the table and melded together to form slick tentacles, grabbing Brandy's hips and wrists and dragging forward. She bumped against the edge of the card table, only avoiding falling face-first onto the spread of discarded cards because Nibbles caught her cheek in her hand.

"I've missed you already, you're our lucky gal, you know?"

Nibbles seemed to be having the time of her life, with a pair of sunglasses on hiding her exotic eyes and a cigarette holder held casually between her fingers. Not that she had a cigarette in it, it was open, and some of her Haze smoke was spiralling out of the end. Her liquid purple dress had silver tokens stuck all over it. A rather cuddly-looking woman with bubble-gum pink hair and a white headband was all tangled up in her light blue hair, leaning on her with the dreamy, blissed-out look of someone who'd gone hard on the poison.

Brandy looked up at the mirror shine of Nibble's glasses and tried to give her an unimpressed look, but it was hard. Nibbles just looked a little ridiculous in her high roller getup.

"Glad you're having fun," Brandy said, slipping her arms free of the Mareanie's tentacles and pushing them apart. They weren't very strong, just grabby. "Want to talk to you both."

"Chew can't talk", Nibbles said with a cluck of her tongue. "Tut, tut."

"I know that!" Brandy shouldn't have expected a Poison Type to make things easy. "She can still do sign language. You know what I meant."

"My lucky Brandy, you have to pay attention. Chew can't talk because she's so busy. Look."

The tentacles gently nudged Brandy until she was standing where she could see past the heap of discarded cards and the tangle of Nibbles' hair.

Chew was draped over the dealer's lap like a happy cat, face buried so deep in the woman's cleavage it was a wonder she could breathe. The dealer, a broad-shouldered, statuesque woman in a glittering waistcoat, didn't seem remotely put out by it. In fact, she'd leaned back in her chair, one arm loosely looped around Chew's waist, idly stroking the back of her brown hair as Chew's head rose and sank enthusiastically.

Chew gave a muffled, contented hum, and one of her hands lazily signed something without lifting her head, before the dealer's fingers teased along her ribs and made her squirm.

Nibbles' grin widened, her tentacles giving Brandy's hip an indulgent pat. "See? She says we've won the jackpot. This game is the best, and we've got years of free tokens saved up."

Brandy looked between the Barraskewda snorkling into the card dealer's cleavage and Nibbles' reflective shades, and raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

Brandy bapped Nibbles in the face with her own hair tentacle, which got a very pleasing squeak. "Fun as it looks, how is this a game?"

"You're a bully." Nibbles sniffed. "Hitting me."

"You're a bully," Brandy leaned over the table. "You can nibble on my fingers if you admit."

Nibbles lowered her shades, staring into Brandy's eyes with those light blue pupils surrounded by a pool of gold. Brandy didn't shy away from the look.

"I'm the most evil Pokémon you've ever met." Nibbles snorted, "Gimme those digits."

Sometimes you just had to know what people's buttons were, and for Nibbles, it was definitely anything oral. Kalosian women were infamous for it, but it seemed Kalosian Pokémon were just as bad. Just like Dani, Nibbles couldn't resist getting to put something in her mouth.

Nibbles wasted no time slinking her way across the table, tentacles sliding aside discarded cards and silver tokens like they were stage curtains. Her cigarette holder clinked down onto the felt, and she reached for Brandy's hand with a slow, almost ceremonial air.

Brandy gave her a flat look, holding out her hand palm-up. "So. Rules of the game?"

"The rules," Nibbles said, her voice dropping to that velvety purr, "are simple. Our lovely dealer here has a gold token somewhere on her body. You draw a card, and can find it using whatever that card says." She slid Brandy's wrist between both her hands, tilting it and sniffing it like she was savouring the meal..

Brandy arched an eyebrow. "And Chew's stuffing her face in their tits because?"

"Because her card said no hands," Nibbles replied and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to the inside of Brandy's wrist. Her lips lingered just long enough for Brandy to feel the humid exhale against her skin before Nibbles' mouth opened and her teeth grazed over the tips of her fingers. The tiniest nip, enough to make Brandy's breath catch.

"Okay, that is a bit more of a game. How long does she have?" Brandy asked, trying to keep her voice level.

Nibbles' grin curved wider, showing off her sharp teeth. She pulled Brandy's hand closer, closing her eyes as she drew two fingers into her mouth, her warm, slick tongue running between Brandy's fingers. Nibbles' tongue was something of a marvel, colourful, ribbed, and long enough to make Brandy gulp.

"Mmh," Nibbles hummed around her fingers, sucking with enthusiasm on them, blue eyes glowing as she watched Brandy for a reaction. "Until the dealer gets bored. But our Chew is very entertaining."

"Right," Brandy said, trying not to think too hard about how Nibbles' tongue kept curling against her knuckles. "And what do you get if you win?"

Nibbles pulled back just enough to speak, her lips glossy with her own spit. "You mean besides the pleasure of victory?"

She gave an exaggerated pop as she let Brandy's fingers slide free, then caught the middle one again between her lips in a quick, teasing kiss.

"You double your tokens. We've been winning hand over fist."

They had? That knocked the theory that all the games were rigged. Unless...

"Seems a simple game," Brandy said, trying not to lose her cool as Nibbles eyed up her hand. "A little too easy for a Poison like you?"

"Brandy, you wound me," Nibles murmured, curling her tentacles around Brandy's wrist again and drawing her hand right back to her mouth. "Our lovely dealer here has been trying to cheat something awful."

"So how are you winning?"

"Stupid Trainer, isn't it obvious?"

Her tongue lapped slowly and deliberately between Brandy's fingers, ribbed texture rasping in a way that made her jaw tighten. Just as Brandy was about to fire back, she was reminded exactly what Nibbles was capable of. She had a forked tongue, and it wasn't just for show; both tips slid apart, curling around either side of Brandy's finger and dancing over it like a pair of slick, teasing ribbons. One stroked along the pad of her fingers, the other along the nails, meeting in perfect rhythm before crossing over each other in a writhing little knot. As Brandy's brain fizzled, there was the faintest sting hidden among the motion, not painful, the telltale prick of a Poison Jab. The poison sank under Brandy's skin, a slow warmth that began to spread up her hand and into her arm, making her heartbeat kick into overdrive.

Brandy sucked in a breath. "You're-"

"-poisoning her stupid?" Nibbles said innocently, her pupils narrowing just a touch as she worked her tongue between Brandy's fingers again. "We've been here before, you've got to really want to win here to get anything."

The warmth simmered in Brandy's chest, upping her sensitivity and making her very aware of her pulse against Nibbles' tongue and the hard nubs that ran along the length of it. Brandy could feel herself flushing despite herself, and that earned her a pleased, low hum from the Mareanie.

"Should have taken Chew and me, we'd have treated you so right."

Behind them, the dealer finally chuckled, a rich, smoky sound. "Alright, Chew, you're stalling my table." She reached up and curled two strong fingers into Chew's hair, giving a firm but not unkind tug.

Chew came up reluctantly, blinking in the bright lights, lips glossy and face flushed. She gave a little protest-sign with one hand, before the dealer's other hand gently but decisively cupped her jaw and guided her back into her own chair.

"Name's Rosaline," the dealer said smoothly, eyes sliding to Brandy as she spoke. "Fuck, these two are making me feel dizzy. You want in gorgeous?"

Nibbles finally let Brandy's hand go with a slow pop, brushing the back of it against her own cheek like she was reluctant to give it up. "I can clear your head, Rosa. I want Brandy to have a go at your game."

"That'd be lovely." Rosa said, "I don't know what's come over me."

"We'll both do that later." Nibbles grinned. "Right now, I want to see Brandy play your game."

"I have questions for you." Brandy said, "I need to find-"

Nibbles silenced her with a lick of that long blue tongue right over the length of her face.

"Shut up and play the game," Nibbles said, "We're Water Types too, and there's nothing hotter than watching two humans go at it right now. You win, and we'll hear you out."

"And if I lose?"

"We'll bend you over this table, and you can make nosies for us instead. That's a great deal, isn't it, Chew?"

Chew nodded lazily, brushing back her hair and staring longingly at Rosa's impressive chest.

"Can't lose. Rosa, can she have three cards? She's a new player."

"Anything for you, sweetheart," Rosa said, leaning in and taking a kiss off Nibbles. Her Haze smoke billowed out of her mouth as she gave Rosa a smoky kiss, purging the poison in her system, an evil smirk on her lips as she whispered to Rosa.

No doubt making sure she didn't go easy on Brandy. Well, she needed a bit of practice cheating after that humiliating display with Vivi. Brandy leaned to get her own kiss to purge Nibble's poison out of her system, and just got laughed at.

Fuck. Her head was already swimming with impure thoughts about Rosa's massive chest. This wasn't going to be easy to win if she had to focus enough to cheat.