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The Fox Stereotype

- For MusicalFox

From: Prometheus <[email protected]>

To: Kolias, Aleixo <[email protected]>

<Translated from _Greek_to_English_byUniCountry Translation Services>

Dear Aleixo,

I know exactly what you mean, ha! Been too long since I've seen those white coast. Crete was a bundle of fun, and I've gotta get back there sometime.

Anyway, onto the good stuff. Would you like to know about these foxes, eh? Well, my friend - when I wrote that, I was thinking about this very fun time we had. I do not mind indulging a little, huh?

It was in July. I was having a little overtime after my shift ended...

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The first brilliant rays of the dawn sun were already casting their early light across the side of Café Plaisir. They struck inside the spacious, green-decked penthouse room in which Zephyr stood now. Through the large, ceiling-to-floor windows and past the drawn-back blinds, he could see right across the expansive gardens that lay behind the Pokémon brothel. They sat in a mix of vivid greens, stretching right to the treelines on both sides. Just past the window to his left, the light grey, pseudo-marble exterior of part of the Café's bedroom block basked and shone in the sunlight.

It had been ten minutes since he'd placed the order. The anthro fox pulled anxiously at his black tank top, pacing along the carpeted floor, biting his lip. On the sofa pushed up against the wall, the small tablet displayed the words "Your chosen waiter, Prometheus, is on his way to you now. We hope he fulfils your utmost expectations and deepest desires" as a long, scrolling marquee across the screen. Some might have labelled the message as kitsch or cliché, but... there was something to be said for its effectiveness and suitability...

Zephyr gave another gentle whine, shaking a lock of unkempt brown hair from his vision, and absent mindedly rubbed at a scar on his muzzle. There had been no change in the past ten minutes, but he'd noticed that Prometheus had been removed from the list of available waiters. What if he'd been double booked? What if there was a glitch, and he was already with someone else? After all, he was already doing overtime, he probably wouldn't get another shot... oh, n-

The door was pushed open. Zephyr's thoughts were silenced, and he turned, eyes growing wide as he stared at the figure filling the frame.

He looked almost exactly like the pictures on the menu. The Arcanine's eyes stood out significantly - deep, red irises that stared at him firmly from beneath a flowing white mane. Those were eyes that firmly showed exactly who was the one in charge.

The only change to the pictures was his size - in real life, he seemed so much bigger. So much more imposing. The rest of his body, smokey black stripes on fiery orange fur, had trouble fitting through the door. Zephyr was only just taller than him, and the Arcanine was on all fours...

He'd read that Prometheus was part Ninetales too, somewhere recent in the heritage. It had manifested itself into a long, flowing quiff of hair that hung from his head, and a large white tail of floof that split into three at the base.

Zephyr jumped slightly as the door swung shut behind the beast.

"Mrr...awr... hi...!" He started, biting his lip as he stared at Prometheus. The Arcanine raised his head, his eyes never once leaving the fox.

"Your message was longer than most. Quite detailed, yes?" Prometheus' Mediterranean voice was heavy. Zephyr swore he could feel the vibrations in the floor as that bass rumbled through him. "You were quite... enthusiastic about your requests."

Zephyr put his paws in front of him, grabbing the bottom of the tank top. "You read it? Well, heh..."

"Of courze." He spoke again, stepping closer. "It is my job to do what is in that message. Speaking of which - those are the last words you will say tonight."

Zephyr opened his mouth - then stopped, letting out a little whine. His ears pressed flat against his head, staring straight forwards.

"Good." Prometheus stepped closer. "You will not need your words for _your_job. Kneel."

The carpet was soft on his knees, and he breathed quickly as he did so, his heart pounding in his chest. He stared up at the waiter - he found himself staring along his underside, something prevented by the mass of white mane that blocked his view. He whined a bit, looking back up into those piercing eyes.

"Next. Let us say that I am the only one to have black on orange fur. Get what I'm saying?"

Zephyr frowned, suddenly worried about upsetting his waiter. He looked down, and then hastily grabbed his tank top, tugging it off and letting it fall to the ground. The air was warm on his lithe torso. Prometheus stared at him with some consideration.

"Good. Continue."

The rest of his clothes followed suite. He knelt, paws resting on his legs where he tugged at his fur anxiously. Between his legs, his sheath was tight with need. Already, the tip of red shaft peaked out...

"Hmph. I don't even have to say anything. How... intriguing." Prometheus continued, a smile pulling at his white muzzle. "I wonder what other commands you'll obey."

Zephyr bit his lip, fidgeting before the great beast. They way he towered over him... they way his eyes still bored into his own, seeming to glow and sparkle with that calculating intensity...

Prometheus strode closer. A large paw met Zephyr's face, and the fox met it with one of his own - the pads were rough, hot, and so _big..._and then he was being pushed down by it. He didn't resist as his back met the carpeted floor, the Arcanine looming above him. That paw was keeping him pinned.

And that was when the great beast stepped forwards, finally showing off that black-furred underside, revealing the soft, long fur and those b...

"For example." Prometheus muttered as Zephyr stared. "I believe you know what a slut like you needs to do here."

Zephyr watched as that sheath hung below the Pokémon, big and dark furred, swaying slightly. Behind it... two huge orbs swung from side to side Oh god, they looked heavy, and much bigger than he'd thought... oh, those pictures didn't do him justice...!

He was on them in seconds. He wrapped his paws around paws, and buried his face against the sheath, giving a great lick across the fur. He could feel the heat, the way it bulged and swelled. Zephyr worked over that crotch with enthusiasm, grasping and pulling at the fur as the Arcanine pushed his hips down against him. A gasping came from the fox's throat as he panted heavily, feeling... feeling that shaft finally slide out. Oh, Prometheus was not named as such lightly.

The heat from the shaft was intense, and Zephyr pulled back just to get a better look at it. It throbbed visibly, red shaft sliding from the black fur and growing... pre spurted from the tip, making him yip as the hot liquid marked his front.

"You are very eager. Very needy. Yes?" Prometheus asked nonchalantly. Zephyr nodded, his chest rising and falling as he watched the shaft jerk before him. How could...

"But can you take it?"

Zephyr nodded again, hastily. There was no response - of course, the Arcanine probably couldn't even see, he was so far beneath him. But he couldn't speak, and with his eyes drawn to that shaft... he couldn't just leave it...

Another spurt of pre, this one splashing over his muzzle. He swallowed, tasting the liquid... and knew what to do. Gritting his teeth, he turned over, rolling onto hands and knees as we crouched down, and lifted his rear. The shaft pressed against his large tail, which he pulled up and out of the way quickly.

"Better!" Prometheus said, the grin strong in his voice. The Arcanine's movements were like a continental shelf, the floor shaking with each heavy step, as he turned around. "Don't worry, by the way. I make my own lube." Zephyr looked back as the Arcanine lifted a leg, placing it down on his hips, and maneuvering that hot shaft into place, just as another shot of pre splashed over his rear.

Prometheus was now hip-to-hip, as it were, facing the opposite way - giving Zephyr the perfect view of everything that was about to be put into him. It had grown even more, the knot now swelling menacingly... The tip ground suddenly against Zephyr's tailhole - he gave a strangled cry at the feeling of it. Put it in... now, please, put it in!

There was no further warning. Prometheus slammed his hips down, and the shaft wet with pre was jammed deep into Zephyr's rear. The fox yelped, paws grasping the floor - oh, _fuck!_It was big! He panted hard, pulling at the green fluff of the carpet as his rear was stretched wide.

The Arcanine really had read that message. Strong, dominant, willing to use... he was certainly all three. No sooner had he entered the fox, the great mountain of a Pokémon had started fucking him, thrusting deep into him before yanking it out, only to return again. Those large thighs contained powerful muscles that rippled below the soft, well-groomed fur, each motion a testament to practised action and incredible lust...

Zephyr whimpered beneath him. It was big, and it was still growing bigger, and it hurt, oh god it hurt, but _fuck_if he wasn't enjoying it...! He gasped, mouth wide open, tongue lolling against the carpet. He opened his eyes, blearily staring across the room as the shaft was driven deeper into him again and again. Oh, fuck...!

"Hah! I knew you could!" Prometheus rumbled. "Always the same, eh? Some foxes pretend they're so high and mighty, some are tops. But you're willing to give into it, yes?" His voice grew deeper as Zephyr shuddered. "I'm your Master now, little pet..."

Fuck.... Those words...

"But why only show your master?" Prometheus continued. Zephyr swallowed as the thrusting stopped, and he felt the knot pressed firmly against his rear. It was now at full size, and he gasped, feeling how that dual-orb of flesh throbbed. Oh fuck, how could he ever fit that inside? Those balls too, rested against his back, feeling as heavy as they'd looked. And... what did he mean...?

Then Prometheus turned. Zephyr's eyes went wide as the wet shaft spun inside him, and he was just about to turn back and look when large, sharp teeth dug into his neck. He flailed uneasily, being pulled upwards, his paws leaving the ground as he was easily hoisted from the floor. He dangled from both warm mouth and hot shaft as Prometheus carried him across the room...

He looked up. The windows showed the Café's gardens in the brilliant morning sunshine, a number of figures already moving through the bushes and trees. before he could protest, Zephyr was shoved against the thick window pane with a loud thump. A couple of the closer figures turned at the sound.

"Why not show everyone how much of a little cockslut you are, yes? Just how much a little pet like you can take..." Prometheus growled down his ear. Zephyr shuddered, his rear clenching around that shaft. The Arcanine laughed slowly. "Go on... smile... you're about to give them a show."

He'd been going slow before. Not now. The shaft was thrust up into him - it made him shout and flail against the glass, his eyes wide as he tried to deal with the rush of sensations, but Prometheus was undeterred. Thrust after thrust, jamming the bulging, intense canine shaft up into him.

He couldn't _help_but love it...

Thrust after thrust, even bulging his stomach out with the size slightly as the knot hammered against his rear. Behind it, he could feel with his tail, the Arcanine's balls swung. So heavy, so ready... and with how the Arcanine's paws grasped his chest, how Prometheus' growls were rising, how the heartbeat beneath that mass of white mane grew faster and faster until it filled his ears...!

Prometheus roared, banging Zephyr against the window again. He felt the shaft pulsate, cum suddenly spraying from the imperfect seal of the rear and leaking onto the carpet below. He moaned in pleasure obediently, lustfully, the sound as genuine as his eagerness to please.

Another few thrusts, and Zephyr could feel that bulging, throbbing knot slamming into his rear over and over again. Oh god, the size of it... it could never fit! How it bulged and swelled with Prometheus' orgasm, how it hammered against his ring, slowly stretching it wider and wider until...

With one final, bestial thrust of those powerful hips, the knot joined the rest of the shaft, sending indescribable pleasures coursing through him as the rest of that seed was pumped right into his belly. He whimpered, scratching at the window as utter ecstasy seized his body...

"Come on, pet." Prometheus growled, as he still bucked his hips, and that shaft still jerked and pulsed with more cum. "Say hello to your audience..."

Zephyr stared down at the ground far below. The light was intense, his vision blurred, but he was able to see what had become a small gathering of upturned faces.

Dimly, he waved a hand. Silent applause was scattered through the onlookers.

"Good boy." Prometheus's voice shook him right to the core. He whimpered, ears still flat, and smiled.