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Ceylon

"What about him?"

"Quite subby, lahk's people ta play a lil' rough wit' him. Odd fer a Houndoom, ah know, but that jus' makes him kinda special. If you're looking fer a dom, then he ain't fer you, ah'm afraid."

Canid nodded. He clicked to another of the tabs on the laptop, and the pictures changed. This time, it was a male Haxorus. "He caught my eye" The wolf said, looking over to Jack.

"Aye, e's one who's up fer pretty much anythin' you want, he is." Jack held a small drink in one paw, which he was sipping slowly. "Got a thing fer paws especially, if you're into that."

Canid chuckled slightly. "I can't deny it, put it that way..." he sat back.

Jack grinned, leaning back too. "Aye, and he definitely knows how to dom a guy too..." He said wistfully, stroking his chestfur. The Typhlosion seemed to drift off.

Canid snapped his fingers in front of Jacks eyes, making him start. "Hey, pervert, stay with me" he giggled. Jack shot him a humorous glance, then looked back at the screen.

They were the only two in the main bar of the Café. It was just gone three O'clock in the afternoon, and cooking for the evening meals hadn't even begun yet. The doors to the Café were open, letting fresh air waft around the otherwise empty barroom, cooling it in the warm summer climate.

Jack sat back forwards, looking at the screen of Canid's laptop, and Café Plaisir's webpage upon it. "Well, you'll be in fer a good night with Dante, ah can tell you"

Canid nodded, smiling. He had to admit, he hadn't had a dragon yet, but even so...

Jack looked to Canid. "How's about you tell me what you're looking fer, and ah could help you that way?"

Canid shrugged. "That's kinda the problem. I'm not exactly sure_what_ I'm looking for..."

"Well, I know what you've had so far. D'ya want more of the same, perhaps?"

The wolf's mind tracked back through the nights he'd spent so far at the Café. Two red, glowing eyes shone, burned pleasurably into his memory.

"How about, the same, but different?" Canid asked. Jack laughed.

"Nah come on, cutie. I know we're good here, but we can't do the impossible"

"Well, I mean..." Canid thought through his words. "A feral...or close enough, anyway. But, I'd like a guy with a little...spin, if you get my meaning. A little twist."

Jack's blank expression showed a glimmer of understanding. "Ah...think ah get what you're trying to say..."

Canid looked apologetically at him. "Sorry, I'm not the best at explaining."

"No worries" Jack said, smiling at him, his red eyes glancing him over. Canid ran his fingers through his long white hair, as he looked back at him.

Jack grinned, and turned back to the screen. Taking the laptop, he began to type away quickly. He brought up a few pages on different waiters at the Café, then turned the laptop back to Canid. "Here, whatd'ya think of these guys?"

Canid sat forwards, and began to look though the few pages he'd opened. An Arcanine was displayed proudly - very proudly, and rightly so - on one of them. On another was a rather feminine looking Floatzel, but again, this one was quite definitely a male.

It was about at this point that Canid felt a paw on his leg. On his periphery, he caught Jack smiling mischievously. He chose to say nothing, and decided to see how long he could go without giving any indication he knew what the Typhlosion was doing.

Two pages later, Canid stopped. He scrolled down the page, a bit further, further still - each time taking in each of the images of the waiter.

"I think I've seen this guy" He commented. Jack looked over, putting his drink down.

"Ah, now he's a nice one~" Jack said knowingly. "He's quite the guy you'll like too. Fits the criteria ex-actly. Plus, he knows quite a few things in the sack..." He drifted off, but his paw was still very much focused on its own task of feeling every detail as it began to work up the inside of Canid's thigh.

"So what's the twist?" Canid asked, looking at Jack.

Jack giggled, picking his drink back up and swirling it around in one paw. "Nah, that'd be too direct. You'll see, cutie." His other paw neared a sensitive spot, and Canid gripped the table as he tried not to react.

Composing himself, he looked back at the screen again, taking in the features, trying to commit them to memory.

"He's a Café Waiter?"

"Aye. Want me to book him for ya?"

"No..." Canid still looked at the screen. "I've been in this region long enough...I think it's about time I try out some Pokémon catching"

He grinned, then stopped and looked at Jack.

"Hey, if you're going to go there, at least buy me a drink first."

* * *

Canid leant back against his table, eyes watching keenly the large double doors to the lobby. He'd been here for about half an hour, judging by the clock, which now read about quarter to eight. The main barroom was a hubbub of activity - Almost every table was occupied, with meals served, drinks ordered, and waiters chatted up.

And still, thought Canid, no sign of him.

He'd been busy the past couple of hours, finding out a few more details about his target. His room, what he liked, where he tended to go in the evenings. He'd even figured out what the twist Jack had mentioned probably was.

Being a waiter, this Pokémon would tend the needs of the customers in the public places like the Bar and Lobby. As Canid understood it, he was well respected on his shift, a highly ranked waiter... and that meant skill. Unfortunately, this meant they he would snapped up quicker than others. Canid had to be sure to get there first...

At that thought, Canid spotted him. Out from the parking lot, a tall, scruffy-looking Luxray padded through the main doors, just visible from where he sat, and shook himself down. Canid looked him over, examining the impressive mane, the shaggy fur, the long swinging tail.

A Lopunny ran up to him, holding a folded up sheet of yellow fabric, and started talking quickly. Canid recognised her as the one who had greeted him when he first came to the Café. He couldn't make out the words, but she looked rather flustered.

Perfect, Canid thought. Now it was time to start his plan.

The Luxray wriggled his body underneath the yellow cloth, and nodded the Lopunny away, who seemed now to be interested in a Gardevoir having come out of an adjacent room. The Luxray began to walk towards the main barroom.

As he walked in, he passed Canid without giving him anything more than a smile. It was unfortunate for him when his cloth seemed to snag on thin air, and fall to the floor. Canid smiled. The Luxray turned to pick it up.

"Here, allow me" Canid said, getting off his chair. He caught the cloth before the Luxray could get it, and flipped it back up, straightening it out. Canid laid it out over the Pokémon's back.

The Luxray smiled and nodded. "Thank you" he said, revealing his accent.

To Canid though, it wasn't an accent. After all, you never hear an accent from your own country, do you?

Canid blinked, trying to look surprised. "You're British." he stated.

The Luxray turned to the wolf. "By Jove, I do believe I am!" He said, deliberately putting on a heavier accent, the cliché British Gentleman. "Now now, stiff upper lip and all that. Care for a spot of tea?"

Canid couldn't help but laugh. "Do many people here expect you to speak like that?"

The Luxray returned to his normal voice. "You tell me, friend..."

Canid fiddled with a lock of hair. "I've only been here for about a week, and haven't had it yet. How long have you worked here?" Again, he already knew the answer. But Canid was keen to keep up his façade as long as he could.

"Just over three years." He tilted his head as Canid faked another expression, this one of mild surprise. "Now, I'm sure I've seen you before..."

"Twice, as far as I can recall" Canid replied. "On the first day, I walked past you in one of the corridors. I remember how scruffy your mane was" he added.

The Luxray grinned, tossing his head, his mess of a dark grey-black mane waving. "You won't believe how long it takes in the morning to get it looking this good!" he said sarcastically.

Canid grinned, throwing his white hair out behind him. "No stranger to that..."

"Ce!" Someone shouted from the lobby. Both Canid and the Luxray looked up. The Lopunny was standing at the doorway, looking just as flustered, and started talking at the Luxray. "Stop ignoring her, and hurry up. We need all the staff we can get today!"

The Luxray nodded quickly, and turned to go, looking back. He adopted the cliché accent again. "Sorry, dear chap, I do believe I have an appointment."

"Hey" Canid said quickly, making him stop. "Who's 'her'?"

"Barking orders across a crowded barroom is rather impractical, and rude even by American standards." He gave a knowing wink. "We use psychics here mostly."

"So who's the psychic?"

"It changes from time to time, but right now it's..." The Luxray winced, blinking. He looked back sheepishly. "Sorry, I really must be going." He began to walk away again.

"Before you go..." Canid shouted after him. The Luxray stopped again, looking back with an exasperated look. "Did that Lopunny just call you Ce?"

The Luxray shook his head, turning back, and extended a paw. "Ceylon Renton, Luxray and Café Plaisir Waiter, at your service."

"Canidae" Canid giggled at the Luxray's name, taking the paw and shaking it firmly. "Now I know you're having a laugh."

"Every time anyone orders me off the menu, yes." Ceylon smiled broadly, and before Canid could interrupt him again, bounded off between the tables.

* * *

Part one of Canid's plan was complete. Now it was part two...

The wolf sat there on the table, watching the Pokémon move to and fro out of the kitchens with plates of food and drinks. He'd since ordered a meal and a few drinks, but hadn't managed to exchange any more than a nod from his target in the last hour. Canid was surprised he hadn't been taken back to a room yet. Well, the room was beginning to empty very slowly, so perhaps-

"Is this seat taken?" said a female voice. Canid looked up.

The voice's owner was human, female. Her hair was blonde and long, and she wore a short, low cut pink top. She smiled warmly, the dark green irises seeming to examine the wolf.

"Oh, no, it's okay." Canid replied.

The girl sat down. "I've been watching you all evening, you know..."

"Yeah, that's not creepy." Canid interrupted, grinning. He fingered his empty glass absent-mindedly as the girl gave a short laugh.

"I was just wondering, what Pokémon are you?"

"I'm not, is the short answer." Canid replied, sitting up. "I'm not exactly from around here...at all, in fact. I'm a wolf."

The girl looked slightly puzzled. "What's a wolf, if not a Pokémon?"

Canid opened his mouth to answer, but realised he had none to give. "Um..." he resorted to. "Er..." was his next approach.

The girl interrupted before he could reach a full-blown 'Ah...'. "I don't know ya species..." she started, "And the same goes for ya accent. Where're ya from?"

Now this was an answer Canid could give - sort of. "England" he said, confidence returning suddenly.

"You're British?" She replied. "Like, oh my Arceus. I thought everyone over there talked with that funny voice, like on that TV show?"

Canid stopped moving, and eyed the girl suspiciously. "No, that's just a stereotype..." he said cautiously. He tried to think of a way out of the situation, but fortunately one presented itself before he could find his own.

"Carla?" A deep voice rang a few tables across. The two of them followed it back to a Seviper, deep red fangs and dark purple scales shining in the lighting of the main barroom, accenting the red waiter's cloth over his back. "Don't you wanna come?"

Carla laughed embarrassedly, turning back to Canid. "Um, sorry. It was nice meeting you, British guy." Her cheeks flashed a light shade of red as she disembarked from her chair to follow the Seviper. Canid watched them go, running over the last part of the conversation in his mind.

"Never been expected to speak like that, eh?"

Canid laughed quietly, examining his empty glass. "Oh come on, you set that up."

Ceylon walked around from behind Canid. "I know I'm good, but I'm not that good." His eyes followed the human and snake as they passed out of site. "Never seen her before in my life. Anyway..." He turned back to the wolf. "Why would I want to?"

"To play with me a little, perhaps?" Canid replied.

"Why would I want to do that?"

Canid didn't have an answer he was willing to give. If Ceylon was beginning to suspect, then all the thrill of the chase would be over. He decided to change the subject.

"I don't know...hey, I don't suppose I could get a refill?" He held up his glass. Ceylon nodded, and Canid placed the glass on the tray strapped to his back. The Luxray padded away to the main kitchen.

Damn, Canid thought. That was pretty close. He giggled as he sat back.

The thrill of the chase.

* * *

Part two was complete - sort of. While Canid's aim was to continue flirting throughout the evening, the one opportunity he'd gotten to speak to him was...lacklustre, in flirtation at least. But he'd have to move on to part three anyway.

The clock read a quarter to ten. The room was still about half full, but was a significant decrease from before. Everyone had their meals or drinks, and so the flow of Pokémon Waiters was more of a trickle now; those who hadn't already been taken to a private room yet.

Fortunately, and somehow, the Luxray was one of them.

Canid finished his new glass, licking the taste off his two large canines. He watched each of the waiters as they walked. For a moment, he couldn't help but just admire the Café, a place where people could come and enjoy good food and good company, without the judging eyes of others...

A female Lucario walked past, smiling sweetly, her apron not covering much on her front.

Okay, great company.

Canid spotted Ceylon walk from the kitchens, and by the bar to watch the customers, in case any needed anything. Time to put part three into motion.

Canid pushed his chair away from the table and rose, setting off between the widely spaced tables, making sure to pass near to the Luxray.

"Heading off?" Ceylon asked when Canid passed. The wolf nodded.

"Yup. But hey, I was wondering, where do you hail from, exactly?"

"Devonshire, along the northern coast of it. I come from a small village next to the sea."

"I used to go there when I was little" Canid smiled, beginning to walk towards the exit, and the corridor towards the rooms. Ceylon rose, matching his pace. "Heard of a place called, what was it now, Lynton?"

"Ah yes, I've heard of it. Never went there myself, though."

"It's a small place, very nice. One of those places really, that... 'exists only that someone could say they came from there.'" Canidae quoted as they passed into the corridor. "'Somewhere where you would find a plaque stating that someone, against all gynaecological improbability, had been born six feet up a garden wall.'" Ceylon laughed, and Canidae allowed himself to join in a little. "Very steep, forested hills - and roads you can barely get up clinging onto the sides. Certainly a sight for the eyes."

"You must be new to America." Ceylon replied. "If you can still say that anything on that small peninsula is a sight for the eyes, you definitely haven't seen any of this land's greatest sights."

"You've travelled?"

Ceylon stared forwards. His eyes took on a pale glaze of nostalgia. "A fair bit. America mostly, I must say." He blinked. "Well, I liked it enough to plant my paws. Especially when I found..." Ceylon grinned, breathing in as they turned into another corridor. "...this place..." He exhaled as he spoke.

"You decided to move to a different country...just so you could live in Café Plaisir?"

Ceylon laughed as they started up a large set of stairs. "What, are you saying there's something wrong with that?"

"Good food, on-site living, and people asking you for a variety of sex on a daily basis?" Canidae nodded. "...I see your point."

"It wasn't just for that, though." Ceylon furthered. "A good friend of mine I'd known since I was a Luxio was thinking about settling in. When I expressed an interest, we decided to do it together." They crested the stairs, and started out into the corridor again on the top floor.

"Aw, sounds great" Canidae expressed. "Who was he?"

"A Ninetales, Firenze is his name...you okay?"

Canidae had stopped. This time, his expression of surprise wasn't faked. "You're good friends with Firenze?"

"You know him?"

Canidae was about to answer, found several different ones, and decided to just look back at the Luxray.

"Ah" said Ceylon, deducing Canid's response with a knowing smile. The two of them continued walking. "Yes, that's Firenze alright. He's always been like that, deep down. I'd say he wouldn't admit it, but...well, quite the contrary, obviously." Canidae gave a slight giggle.

"You've known him for quite some time, then?"

"Since he was a Vulpix with only four tails to his name" He nodded. "I knew him online before I met him in real life. We decided to meet up when I was travelling here once, and it became a custom to meet up whenever one of us was in the other's neighbourhood - or country, in this case.

"Eventually, he told me of this place and his plan to take a job here, and we managed to visit once. That's when I decided to join him, you see."

"You two go back a long way, don't you?" Canid said.

"That's right. Not that he's my only friend here, of course." Canid stopped by one of the doors, and Ceylon stopped too, sitting back on his haunches. "You'll have more friends you can count on all four paws when you've been here three weeks - let alone three_years_."

Canidae smiled, and unlocked the door, opening it. Bright starlight sparkled through the large, ceiling-to-floor windows that made up the opposite wall. The light was low, but he could just make out other features of his room.

"Hey, it's getting late..." Canid leant against the doorframe, holding the door open with one hindpaw. "I don't suppose you have any other engagements...?"

Ceylon shook his head. "Nope, I'm not going back to anyone else's room tonight by the looks of it."

Canidae's smile grew hopeful, he knew. He was beginning to let his guard down, but when he was this close... "Well, in that case...my door's open for you, if you'd like a night's company..." He breathed the last few words, his tail twitching.

Ceylon looked back at the wolf. He turned, and looked back down the corridor, breathing slowly. Canidae's stomach churned.

"I'm sorry..." Ceylon started. Canidae bowed his head sadly. Ceylon continued;

"...but your rear is going to regret that you said that..."

Canidae blinked, looking back up at the Luxray, who returned a mischievous grin.

* * *

The door closed softly under its own weight. The room was illuminated solely by the starlight outside the windows, leaving little visible. Canid only knew the Luxray was there by the almost imperceptible movements as he walked towards him.

The wolf knelt down, reaching out his arms, stroking the Luxray's face as he walked up to him. With this as a guide, Ceylon guided himself towards Canid's muzzle, and immediately forced a kiss.

The Luxray growled as their tongues met, letting his teeth stroke along Canid's quickly, just enough to be felt rather than hurt. Canid scritched the Luxray's mane softly, giving a few small murrs at the forced kiss.

Ceylon broke it off as quickly as he had started it, and pressed his head against the top of Canid's chest, just above his top. He licked the snowy white fur, stroking his teeth along it eagerly. Canid stroked the Luxray's mane, smiling as he felt him work his way down his chest.

As quick as the last one, Ceylon moved again, his teeth gripping the fur just above Canid's navel. Slowly, his rough feline tongue was making its way down his stomach, making the wolf shiver with excitement. His tail wagged slowly behind him, and his fingers began to wrap around the large points of the mane for support.

Just as the Luxray reached just above Canid's crotch, he stopped, and looked back up. Canid could barely see anything in the low light, but he sensed the Luxray was wearing a grin. An unquestionably roguish grin.

"What?" Canid whispered.

"Don't move..." the Luxray replied. Shaking off Canid's grip, he turned around, and tugged his yellow cloth from his back. Underneath, Canid could just make out a small bag, which the Luxray pulled off and onto the floor. With his paws and mouth, he undid the straps and opened it, pulling out a length of some sort of cord.

"What are you doing?" Canid whispered again, a bit louder.

"I always come prepared" he replied, pulling out a hoop of the same material, and looked back at the wolf.

As he did, a spark of electricity flew around his head, accompanied by a crackle, like static electricity. His face and the object were both illuminated for an instant, burning the image into Canid's memory. The Luxray sat, smirking at the wolf, holding a light brown leather collar and lead in his mouth.

Canid had to gasp. His heart leapt in surprise and excitement, as did the growing bulge in his pants. The Luxray rose, another crackle illuminating his form as he walked back towards the wolf. "Your clothes..." He said past the collar. "Want to take them off?"

The wolf said nothing, merely complying, wriggling out of his small top with ease. More crackles flashed from the Luxray, the flashes of blue light dancing along Canid's form as he stripped. His pants followed suite quickly, Canid undoing the belts and pushing the material off his hips and down his legs with undisguised enthusiasm.

Canid threw the shorts to the side, and sat, completely nude, for the Luxray. His eyes were becoming used to the dark, and he watched the Luxray glance over the wolf's naked feminine form. Without a further word, he took another few steps forward, and placed the collar over the wolf's head.

Canid gripped it, helping him pull it down as he secured it over his neck. Freeing his hair, the wolf watched as it was pulled tight by the Luxray's adept mouth.

Ceylon moved back, clearly to admire the handiwork. Canid sat collared, legs spread, lead snaking down his naked body and over his sheath. The tip of his pink cock was just showing out of the white fur.

"Rather..." Ceylon commented. Canid giggled, watching as the Luxray bowed down towards Canid's hips.

The wolf moaned as the rough feline tongue slid slowly up from his tailhole, right the way to his sheath. His cock jumped some more, pushing its way out of the white fur at Canid's crotch. The wolf murred.

"You're not bad..." The Luxray observed, smiling. Still bent down, he began to lap slowly at the fur between Canid's sheath and tailhole.

Canid moaned again, spreading his legs further out at the stimulation at the sensitive area. His tail wagged, stroking alone the Luxray's four large paws.

Ceylon worked up, rhythmically licking, the rough tongue so different to what he's known. He worked along the sheath, bulging at the stimulation, the wolf almost fully erect by the time the feline reached the base of the shaft, and the growing knot there.

On the fur, the licking had felt great. On the cock itself...

Canid stretched his head back, moaning, a spurt of pre splashing onto this stomach. He could feel the ripples of pleasure through his arms as his cock was tasted and savoured by the Luxray between his legs.

As Ceylon reached the tip, Canid had managed to open his eyes, and tilted his head forward. Ceylon looked up, still wearing a pleasurable grin, and gave another quick, rough lick to the tip. Canid couldn't help but moan again as a wave of pleasure spread to the tip of his tail. Ceylon laughed.

"Never felt a tongue like mine, I gather?"

Canid laughed, pushing himself up. "Nope..." he forced himself to breath slowly, his cock still fully hard against his stomach.

"That's not the only thing about me that's different though..." Another flash of static, illuminating his face. Canid blinked, his mind going through the countless pictures he's seen of the Luxray on Plaisir's website. "Come on..." Ceylon curled his paw through the handle of the lead, and gave it a slight tug. "Time for you to return the favour."

The Luxray turned and crouched, sitting back on his thick, powerful haunches. His rear quivered for a moment, before he launched himself onto Canid's bed, the mattress sinking under the weight of the large feline. He looked back, and gave the lead another tug, making Canid sit closer.

The Luxray swayed his rear from side to side, the starlight illuminating enough of the sky behind Ceylon's figure to cast the shape of his hips and bulging sheath into silhouette.

Another tug brought Canid closer still. The wolf brought up his paws, stroking the fur on the Luxray's rear, and then pressed his muzzle forward. His lips met his tailhole, and he licked the soft flesh.

Ceylon purred, pressing his hips back. Like the Luxray had done, Canid moved down, licking the black fur as he went. Ceylon continued to sway his hips side to side, and Canid moved in time to the movements.

A tug on the leash - Canid growled in mock protest. "Hurry up..." Ceylon urged. "Don't you want to taste?"

Canid decided to stop imitating, and eagerly comply. As he moved down to the Luxray's sheath, another few crackles of static illuminated briefly the feline's balls hanging beneath his form. Canid took them in one paw, the other holding one of the Luxray's hind legs, and nuzzled the black furred sac lovingly.

His nose touched warm flesh.

With only a moment's hesitation, Canid abandoned the Luxray's balls, and instead pushed his nose forward. Using only smell and touch as a guide, he slid his fingers around the hot shaft, and pressed the base to his nose. Breathing in, he took in the musky aroma, murring involuntarily. Ceylon continued to purr happily, crouching his front end down to give the wolf better access.

Canid's fingers traced down the cock, shaking slightly with excitement, when he stopped about a third of the way from the tip.

Even through his fur, Canid could feel the barbs.

"I knew it..." Canid whispered, thinking back to Jack's cryptic talk of the Luxray's 'twist'. Ceylon purred louder.

The wolf moved his fingers across them. They weren't razor sharp, but each one ended in a needle-point. As his fingers slid along them, they tingled with the sensation of the dozens of tiny pinpricks. A new experience? Yes. A bad one?

"Hell no..." Canid thought to himself, breathing the words unperceivably under his breath. He brought his head back, the musky aroma still in his nostrils, as he opened his eyes at the cock.

Fully erect, the shining length must have been around seven, perhaps even eight inches. The scattered barbs along the tip caught twinkles of light as Canid examined the cock with lust. But his eyes, accustomed to the dark by now, saw something else unique about the cock, looking even more resplendent in real life than it did in the pictures.

It was a bright, cyan-blue.

His expression was still an eager smile. Past the cock, Ceylon turned his head back to watch his expression, the low purr rumbling through his body. Leaning in, Canid breathed in the scent of the Luxray again.

Immediately, the need struck him. He had to find out what the Luxray's cock tasted like. Now.

With little regard for anything else, Canid slipped his muzzle over the cock, pressing it into muzzle. The barbs slid along his tongue without a single one catching, as he drew the length into his maw with glee.

Once the majority of the cock was in, his tongue tried to flick back out momentarily - and instantly caught on the barbs. Canid gasped past the blue flesh, and slowly began to take his muzzle back off. The pull on his lead increased, the Luxray murring, keeping him in place around his cock.

In this direction, the barbs scraped against the side of his mouth. They drew no blood, but the feeling was extraordinary, like a hundred warm, fleshy needles.

Just as he reached the end, a spurt of feline pre fell into his mouth, and he tasted the liquid, and murred. Ceylon gave a small laugh. "Enjoying it?"

"Do you really need to ask?" Canid replied, kissing down the length, snaking his tongue once again over the barbs. He didn't know why, but it felt so good...

"Good..." Ceylon replied, turning away, pulling his cock away from the wolf. "Because I don't suppose you'd like to bend over."

Canid's heart leapt again. He crawled away from the bed as the Luxray jumped down, walking towards him. Looking back up, Canid had only a moment to prepare as Ceylon immediately mounted him from the front, the blue cock pressing once again against his muzzle.

Canid felt Ceylon regain a grip on the leash, and gave it a small tug. At the command, Canid opened his muzzle, drawing the cock inside with his tongue.

Again, the barbs scraped along his cheeks and tongue as Ceylon gave a few experimental thrusts, slow and steady. Canid murred.

"You ready?" Ceylon asked. Canid nodded as much as he could.

The Luxray immediately began to thrust into the wolf's muzzle rapidly, the barbs on his cock dragging against the back of Canid's tongue as the thrusts pressed the tip almost to the back of his mouth. Canid's eyes widened at the ferocity, one paw gripping one of the Luxray's thighs for support. His other paw went to his crotch, fingers curling around his own cock, pressing against the enlarged knot.

Ceylon's large front paws gripped Canid's rear, and the wolf could feel the claws digging in for purchase. He didn't care though, his mind more occupied with the needle-like barbs in his muzzle. Each one scraped against his flesh, the areas becoming increasingly sensitive. And yet...

It tasted so good. And smelt so good too; Canid's nose was repeatedly buried in the Luxray's crotch, filled with the feline's scent.

All of a sudden, a rough lick at the wolf's rear made Canid jump slightly, forcing the tip a bit further into his mouth, the tip pressing at the back of this thought. He almost gagged, but Ceylon returned to his usual depth, the cock hammering pleasurably into his maw.

Ceylon was busying himself at Canid's rear, licking at his tailhole, and by the feel of it leaving plenty of saliva. His tongue snaked around it, pushing it open, as if lubing it up. If Canid was feeling correctly...

"Canid..." Ceylon said, voice cracking in pleasure. Canid stopped sucking, his paw releasing his cock as his body stopped edging towards orgasm. The Luxray slowly, carefully, stepped back off the wolf, the lead going slack, the blue cock slipping out of Canid's mouth.

"You know..." Canid panted, "You don't taste like tea..." he giggled.

Ceylon gave him a sceptical glance. "You aren't complaining. Now..." He stepped closer, his muzzle touching Canid's. The wolf closed his eyes, their tongues meeting in a brief, lustful kiss. "Get against the wall..." the Luxray continued.

Canid opened his eyes, grinning in pleasure. He lifted himself off the floor, and staying close enough the Ceylon to keep the leash from pulling taut, turned to the wall and pressed himself against it. He stuck his rear out and grinned, waving it from side to side.

"You've had practice in this pose." Ceylon deduced. Canid laughed.

"How ever did you guess..." he asked sarcastically. The Luxray just chuckled quietly, and once again nosed the wolf's tailhole. Canid raised his tail by instinct, moaning, cheek pressed against the wall. His hips quivered, his cock erect, Ceylon's rough tongue teasing his flesh. Canid felt the Luxray jump up, his two large front paws gripping his hips, leaning on them, pressing his cheeks together. Ceylon's muzzle was buried in Canid's rear now, tasting his tailhole, licking at it. The wolf panted slowly at the pleasuring, tongue flicking out.

After a few teasingly pleasurable minutes, Ceylon pulled out of the wolf. "Let's finish this..." he said quietly, and dropped back down onto the soft carpet.

Moaning gently, Canid stayed against the wall, listening for any further response.

None came.

He blinked slowly, and was just about the turn back again, when suddenly the Luxray leapt at him. His powerful back legs pressing him hard against the wolf, Ceylon forced the wolf's chest painfully against the wall.

Canid groaned in pain from the pounce, but before he could look back to see anything, Ceylon had positioned his barbed length at Canid's tailhole, and quickly forced it in.

The sudden intrusion made Canid cry out, but the familiar feeling sent the same ripple of pleasure he always got through his body as he was finally taken by yet another waiter at the Café. But this time, it was clearly different from the first thrust. As Ceylon pulled out, each barb pulled against the flesh of Canid's insides, sending tingles through his entire body. The wolf cried out again, louder, more prolonged.

"Get used to it..." Ceylon commented, panting just as hard as Canid now. He hooked his paws around Canid's hips, and began to hump the wolf rapidly.

Canid panted hard, crying out at each thrust. The barbs were painful, despite what he'd felt and tasted. But through all the pain...

"Oh gods...!" Canid shouted, screwing his eyes shut. The pain was pleasure here, the scraping on his insides sending violent shudders through his body, making his cock jerk in pleasure. Without a touch, Canid could feel his cock jump, the pleasure building towards the inevitable orgasm.

And Ceylon was only getting faster, his paws moving from Canid's hips to his shoulders. The Luxray pressed himself against the length of Canid's body, the heavy, well-built form pushing him against the wall, trapping him as he was penetrated repeatedly by the barbed length inside him.

Crackles sounded in the air, flashes of blue shining through Canid's eyelids as Ceylon sent lines of static around the two of them. Abruptly, there was a shock to Canid's body as a bolt of electricity shot into him, leaping down and into the ground through his hindpaw. It left his leg feeling numb, but the afterglow also left an intense prickling sensation, leading from his hindpaw to his hips.

There was suddenly another one, this one up his body into his arm. He cried out, the sensation centring around his tailhole, only stimulating the feeling of Ceylon's rapid, barbed pounding even more. Canid yelped again in surprise as smaller shocks ran up his tail, fighting his body's urge to collapse, his whole form shuddering, his orgasm rolling towards him.

From Ceylon's loud cries, he could tell the Luxray was getting close too. Canid wrapped his tail around the Luxray, the tip twitching.

"Ceylon...!" He cried out. "Ceylon, I'm...I..." The rest of his sentence was cut off from a powerful thrust, as the Luxray hilted him, burying his entire length into the wolf, another bolt of electricity coursing through his hips.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!"

The Luxray was pulling out, slowly. Agonisingly slowly. And this time, the barbs' scraping against Canid's insides, magnified by the effect of the electricity, was sending him over the edge. His body shivered, as both canine and feline were pushed into orgasm.

Canid's cum shot out in long strings, splashing against the wall, and trickling down onto the carpet below, as the waves of pleasure through his body forced him to clench the muscles in his rear. The Luxray was pulling out as he came, his cum already as deep as it could go, his spurts splashing against the sensitive, scraped walls of the wolf's insides.

With a splash, the Luxray pushed himself back off the wolf, and dropped to the floor. As his cock slid out of the Canid's rear, a stream of cum came with it, trickling out of his tailhole. Having released the leash, it now swung, abandoned, beneath the wolf.

Canid panted, his orgasm fading. He looked back at Ceylon. The Luxray lay on the floor, his cock spurting out the last of his seed onto the carpet. Canid laughed through his heavy panting. All of a sudden, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the floor, his body aching and twitching as the last ripples of pleasure teased at his fingertips and toes.

Ceylon looked over, grinning. "I do believe...I've done another good job..."

Canid smiled, blushing. He shuffled over, closer to the Luxray. His rear burned suddenly, and he drew breath through his teeth. When he'd composed himself, he opened his eyes. "You...hah...can use electricity...like that?"

"You learn a few things when you're here..." He grinned, panting a bit back. His cock glinted with cum. "Three years...it hasn't gone to waste..."

Canid giggled. "Quite...obviously..." He drew in a long breath, pushing himself up on a quivering arm. "Are you going to get up, or...?"

"I choose 'or'." Ceylon said, wrapping his forepaws around Canid's neck and pulling him into a hug. Canid protested though sporadic laughter, all in vain. Ceylon rolled over, both of them lying in full view of the window, stars shining down on them.

"Now then..." Ceylon said, his yellow irises sparkling in the starlight. "A jolly good show, don't you agree dear chap?"

Canid laughed, and Ceylon joined in. The two of them cuddled closely on the floor of the room, sharing each other's warmth, the wolf nuzzling the soft, warm fur of the Luxray.

By the time the waning moon rose above the trees to shine down on Café Plaisir, the two of them had fallen asleep in each other's embrace.