I Want To Lay the Very Best!

288 – Flatterers Thrive on Fools’ Credulity

Tansy had a very good nose.

She didn't brag about it, Tansy never bragged, but she knew it was special. Every Pokémon could sense humans nearby; they had an irresistible pull, and the more they wanted you, the greater the pull. Tansy knew Saffira was busy cooking up a surprise with the other Trainers right now, but she could still feel the weight of her desire lying thick on the world. She swore she'd roll right to her if Tansy had curled into a ball.

She wouldn't have. She'd tried that a few times. It never worked. Saffira's love was so big that Tansy felt it saturated the whole club. It made every step feel special, like this was Saffira's territory and everything in it was hers.

Tansy didn't have the guts to say it aloud yet, but Saffira was a Good Girl. Maybe even the Goodest Girl. The highest honor a Rockruff could ever bestow.

Saffira had a completely unmanagable team, and her patience with them all was endless. No matter how much trouble Tansy and Nova made for her, and they made a lot, she always was there to dust them off, help them apologize, and give them a cuddle to calm them down. Tansy had always thought she was a good Rockruff, but Saffira made her want to be an even better one.

So, after a little distraction, it's back to the nose thing. Tansy didn't just smell people; she could tell things about them with her wonderful nose, like Morgan, who had such an interesting scent.

The base layer, the most her of it all, was that rich, thick smell of a newly opened shampoo bottle. Beautiful smelling, but almost too much. It was a scent that overwhelmed the senses, and from what Tansy had seen when Morgan fought that witchy ghost, it suited her. Morgan had unleashed herself on that Mismagius, and they hadn't stood a chance. It wasn't often Tansy heard a woman make those kinds of noises.

She was blushing even thinking about it, her tail flicking around behind her.

"You're excited," Morgan said, smirking down at the Rockruff. She was so tall! Everyone on Brandy's team was a giant, all a perfect height to give Tansy some much needed headpats. Morgan wasn't going to do that, but she could have, and they'd undoubtedly be amazing. It just made her swish her bushy tail even harder, slapping against Morgan's thighs as they walked.

"I get to spend my time with someone really cool!" Tansy replied, flashing Morgan a toothy grin. "And how could you not be excited in a place like this?"

Morgan looked about the club; it'd already devolved into a love fest. Four tournament teams in one room were a lot of appetites to satisfy, and the Bunny Girl waitresses and dancers were doing their very best. But despite all that flesh on display, all the beautiful legs and long silky bodies to drool over, Morgan's eyes returned to Tansy's tail and then traveled up to the base. She reached out and ran her claws through it, and Tansy couldn't help but bark a little, thankful at the contact. As soft and fuzzy as it was, Morgan seemed almost incurious about the tail, moving up along it to Tansy's butt and getting a nice good handful to squeeze.

Tansy had a lot of butt, her hips were very generously wide and sat upon some thighs that looked like they'd been poured into Tansy's white socks. Saffira loved getting a handful of them, so Morgan's enthusiastic grab brought back delicious memories. Tansy took a deep cleansing breath to catch her thoughts, and since she was sharing the air with Morgan, she got another noseful of her.

Morgan's smell was rich and overpowering, but Tansy's nose had handled tougher. She could smell more from the Murkrow. Brandy's scent hung on her, freshly cut grass and spices, a comforting smell with a sharp, powerful promise in them. That suited Brandy, she seemed soft and loving, but anyone who thought that made her weak and didn't treat her carefully would get burned. Two overpowering scents, but underneath that all, struggling to be noticed, was something that had the hairs on the back of Tansy's neck standing up.

The salt of sweat and the sharp sting of adrenaline clung to Morgan's feathers.

Morgan was scared.

Not a little, not nervous, not the kind of fear someone could push away and ignore. A deep-seated stink of terror, so primal and powerful that it made Tansy flatten her ears in pity. It wasn't fair. Morgan should be able to relax and have fun like everyone else. But she was putting on a brave face for everyone. Her squeezing of Tansy's butt was a comfort that was helping her to breathe steadier. Her squeezes weren't soft, her nails were sharp and dug deep making Tansy yip in shock, but if it helped Morgan relax even a little?

Tansy was a Good Girl. She could endure.

"Do you like bunny girls?" Tansy asked, trying to distract Morgan. "I like the ears, they're so long. I just want to chew them."

Morgan smiled and shook her head at the question. She clearly thought Tansy was a bit of an airhead, which was fair. Tansy was sometimes. She lived in a world of strong smells and swirling emotions, it was hard to think like most people could.

"I like some of them," Morgan said, "Shy little things who blush when I sink my claws into them."

She squeezed Tansy's ass again, and Tansy blushed on cue. Her shaggy grey-haired tail wrapped around Morgan's glossy black feathers.

"You'd really like Mumbles," Tansy said, swallowing a lump in her throat. Morgan was scared; she could smell it, but how she acted was utterly fearless. It was so strange! "She's our new girl, I bet you could turn her into a sandpile with just a look."

"Maybe we'll fight next tournament round," Morgan said, stopping and leaning against Tansy. She was so tall her breasts pressed into Tansy's face, squashing her cheeks together and giving her a great big mouthful of boob.

Tansy was a simple Rockruff. She started nibbling.

"Kick your butt," Tansy said, muffled by her own mashing of her face into Morgan's chest.

"I doubt it," Morgan laughed. Her hands came to rest on the back of Tansy's head, stroking her gently, making her feel oh so safe. "When I win, I'm taking you as a prize."

That made Tansy stop her nibbling.

"S-sure!" she squeaked, her voice muffled by Murkrow titty. Tail wagging a mile a minute. "Oh? You'd like that?"

"Yeah! I'll be a real good prize!"

"You certainly will be," Morgan laughed. She pushed her fingers under Tansy's chin, lifting her gaze and forcing her to look Morgan right in her piercing red eyes. "So, where are these two bunny girls you promised."

Tansy's eyes widened. Uh oh.

"I-I-I-" Tansy tried to speak, but her mind was just a big cloud of panic and fear. Her ears pressed down as she sniffed guiltily. She had no idea where they were. She'd gotten so lost in Morgan's scent she'd lost them completely.

Morgan smirked and leaned over, bringing those pretty lips close to Tansy's ear.

"I'll find them for you," Morgan whispered. Her breath was hot on Tansy's sensitive fur. "But you have to give me something in return."

"Yes! Anything!" Tansy was a Good Girl. She'd do anything to help people smell happy.

"You're going to be my good little puppy." Morgan's voice was firm and commanding, her claws digging into the scruff of Tansy's neck and making her shiver. "All. Night. Long."

"I'll be your Good Girl!" Tansy nodded enthusiastically.

"And if you're good," Morgan's tongue darted out and gave a long, slow lick along Tansy's ear's shell, leaving it tingly and wet. "I'll convince the bunny girls to let you gnaw their ears."

The fear smell was fading from Morgan; it was still there, coating her feathers, but the more Morgan talked, the more it became sharper. A new scent Tansy didn't smell often. Not angry exactly, but a close sister. Fear pressed into a knife, used with careful determination. Tansy didn't have a word for it. She wasn't sure if it was a good or bad smell, but it felt like an upgrade from fear.

If taking charge helped Morgan, then Tansy liked to help. Especially when it meant helping tall, sexy bird ladies who'd let her chew some ears. So she was delighted when Morgan turned and pressed Tansy against a wall. Winds under her armpits, she literally hoisted Tansy off the floor, leaving her boots dangling in the air as Morgan pinned her with her breasts.

"Fuck," Morgan whispered reverently. "Your muscles are almost as good as hers."

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"I'm going to share myself with you, Tansy," Morgan said. "You're going to feel everything I do, and I'll feel you. We'll clear your head so you can remember where you left those girls."

She could do that? Cool Move. Really cool. She'd get to smell how Tansy smelt people! Only a few knew what she went through.

Morgan would even get to smell herself, which would be such a fun experience. She'd smell her own fear. Know why Tansy was helping her.

Something Tansy hadn't told her about.

Oh, wait. Oh no. Would she be angry about that? Oh no. Oh, no, no.

It was too late to try to escape. Tansy bit down on the finger Morgan put in her mouth, and the world spun. She felt the wind through her feathers, the beat of her heart controlled carefully as it held back a storm of emotion. The cracks formed as Morgan realised Tansy could smell the fear on her feathers. Tansy got swept up by the blossoming fury that roared out and filled Morgan's veins. Those big red eyes in her view glowing dangerously bright. 

"I should have guessed," Morgan growled, "Typical."

"It wasn't on purpose," Tansy said. "It just happened."

She felt Morgan scoop through Tansy's emotions. Dip her mind in the simple delight Tansy took in everything, her genuine desire to help, her sappy loyal heart. The fury bled into it and diluted it. Morgan wanted to be angry, oh she really did, but Tansy gave her nothing. There was no malice to inflame her, no spite, no jealousy. Just Tansy, a Good Girl. 

"I'm sorry," Tansy said. "I can go if you don't want me."

"No," Morgan's eyes had calmed as she mentally rolled about in the pillowy comfort of Tansy thoughts. "You're my pup tonight. We're going to find your girls, and then we're going to have a real talk. One you're never going to tell anyone else about."

"I'm not really the best at this."

"You don't need to be," Morgan said, kissing Tansy's forehead. "Just do as you're told for a little while. Let me use your ears. Nod along. That's all I need."

"Okay. Okay. Um. You can squeeze my butt more too," Tansy said, wiggling her hips against the wall. "If it helps?"

"You know," Morgan said with a snort of a laugh. "I think it just might."