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Hot Nights with Feral Lust

It is the evenings at Café Plaisir that are always the most busy. There's something about a brothel that makes people think of nighttime romps, of fun in the darkness, and of revelry all night long at the lusts of Pokémon.

So this is where Rex is. The sun has set about an hour ago, and the tree-dotted western horizon is now a silhouette to a mere soft blue glow. The stars would be out - if they could be seen through the dark tinted windows of the Café's 'Special' Lounge, that is. This isn't a place to observe the scenery.

The leobbog, a curious mix of canine, feline and leporine traits, relaxed in a large armchair. Well... not _that_kind of scenery, anyway. The sight of the Mightyena digging his claws into the back of a Swanna while he railed the bird's rear with a vicious, needy thrusting, however - that was scenery that he couldn't help but enjoy. Rex's small, stumpy tail jittered slightly in interest as the Mightyena lashed out, pinning the flailing bird against the soft, red-purple carpet, driving his swollen knot against those white feathers matted with pre.

"He really is very good at his job..." Said a smooth, deep voice to his side. Rex looked over, brushing aside one of his large ears. Next to him stood an Arcanine - tall, slightly more lithe than usual for his species, but with a bearing to make up for it. The creamy-white fur flowed as if just brushed, and his fur even gleamed in the bright artificial light. The long, flowing tail swished behind him, and he grinned as he inspected the show over by the next sofa.

"Prometheus." The Arcanine continued in a voice heavy with a Mediterranean accent. "I understand that my servizes have been requested. Fur of a colour, yes?" He smirked. The orange hue of their coats almost matched.

"So. We here at Café Plaisir aim to make your night as pleazant as possible, and..." He pauses, a large, canine tongue snaking from his muzzle to lick slowly over his lips. "...between you and me, if you think _he's_being rough..."

The Swanna squarked.

In two minutes, Rex was laying back on the chair, which turned out could recline - and just as well, with the bulk of an Arcanine laying on top of him. Their bodies pressed against each other, lips touching, forced together with tongue swirling back and forth between muzzles. Rex could feel it, the grinding against his sheath as the large canine bucked his hips against the leobbog's. Claws gripped sides, paws clenching down on fur and legs splayed to the sides. Was the room heating up...?

In five minutes, sheaths were becoming a thing of the past. Rex's length was grinding against warm flesh, and he moved to glance down, to take a peek. He wasn't disappointed. Prometheus' shaft bulged, a deep red colour that reflected the surrounding light, and pre even now hung in strands between their bellies. Behind it, Prometheus' balls swayed gently, a large dual pendulum that blotted out much of the scene behind. Rex shuddered as the Arcanine thrust again, and pre splashed between them. A loud growl filled his large ears.

In ten minutes, Prometheus' smirking face filled his vision, and the armchair gave yet another creak of protest. "I believe we're making a scene." The Arcanine said conversationally. Rex glanced down. The Arcanine's shaft was even bigger now, swelled with anticipation. Despite the size, he could still see the Mightyena beyond glaring back at them with annoyance at the stealing of the show. "You have a room, yez?" Prometheus continued. "Come - we will retire to it. See how hot it can get...."

The walk back through the Café was slow, with the Arcanine's large, fluffy tail curled around Rex's waist. It was hardly an effective barrier against any eyes that cared to search, and anyway - that only hid _one_of them. But Rex didn't care. Prometheus seemed to enjoy it all the more.

At one point, they passed across an outdoor walkway, covered with a thick pane of glass but otherwise open to the early night air. The air around them got no colder as they walked.

And when they got to the room...

Prometheus had been holding back in the lounge. How long did it take? Two minutes, three? Rex stared forwards and gasped again as the shaft plunged into his rear once more, the canine's bulging length forced down into him. The smell of clean linen and slightly forest-like aromas mixed with the smell of sex in the increasingly hot atmosphere of the room. It was strong enough to even taste.

A large hindpaw repositioned itself, and Rex was forced back against the bed's soft furnishings with another. He could feel his stomach bulge at the apex, and his paws grasped needily at the wooden frame of the four poster bed as tried to cope with the intrusion. He was being stretched wide, rear forced open by that length... and he could feel it throb, twitch, every last motion of that cock inside him. The waiters here seemed just as lustful as the customers...

"You ready there, my orange friend?" Prometheus grunted, and Rex could feel him shudder. "You're a big boy. I'm sure you can take my knot. Show me that I'm right..."

The bed rocked, wood complaining at the pounding. It thumped against the windowsill, the glass reflecting the rough, feral scene within the room; rear to rear, both on all fours, with the Arcanine the larger of the two and relentlessly showing off just what a larger Pokémon does to those smaller. The curtains hadn't been closed, and the lighting in the room revealed all to the outside world.

Prometheus' knot strained at Rex's tailhole again and again. The Arcanine was insistent - even when Rex was ready to admit it wouldn't fit, he was growled into silence and then forced into another yelp when thrust after thrust hammered that shaft deep into his body.

It turned out that Prometheus had been right.

Rex stared forwards, but his gaze was unseeing of the scene in front of him - a reflection of their carnal pleasures in a mirror hanging over a desk. His ears no longer heard the roar of ecstasy from the feral Pokémon behind him. His nose didn't pick up the scent of his own seed as it began to splash against the previously clean bedsheets. Instead, he was consumed with the feeling of that knot, forced inside him, stretching his rear far wider than before, and locking to Arcanine to him. He felt his belly bulge again at the length of the cock inside him - and felt every single jolt and pulse as rope after rope of the Pokémon's thick cum spurted deep inside him, over and over again...

The room's air was hot as the Arcanine's passion blazed.

Rex knew it wouldn't cool down any time soon.