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Aquatic Arbitration

By Arcane Reno

The moment she walked in I knew she was trouble. Long, luxurious tail culminating in a fin that could knock a guy off his paws; quick, mincing steps that said she knew where she was headed and heaven help anyone in her way; gleaming azure hide wrapped around a scrumptious lithe body that my eyes slid over like oil on a griddle. The vaporeon wound her way through the evening hustle and bustle of Café Plaisir's bar--a jumpin' joint by any standard--waving to acquaintances and batting her eyes at customers. That vision was headed straight for me, and I hastened to down the last of my scotch and prepare myself for an encounter that would change my life.

She sauntered up to my bar stool, placed her forelimbs on the side of it, then halted as we came face to face. She blinked, tilting her head to the side as if confused by my presence. I knew I should play it cool, but in the proximity of such a gorgeous spectacle of ladyship, I couldn't find a word of introduction. Luckily, she didn't comment on my lack of decorum, instead saying, "Oh! You're new, and you're in my seat. Mind moving over, short-stuff? I've got important waiter business to take care of!"

I glanced down the row of bar stools. Yes, a good number were taken by patrons, human and pokémon alike of various sizes, including some of these stools designed for us smaller 'mons to enjoy, but there were also several open ones. She must be using this as a chance to say hello and cozy up. I wasn't about to deny her the opportunity.

"Sure thing, miss...?" I let the phrase dangle as I scooted over, making enough room on the bar stool for the vap to scramble up beside me, crowding against my fluffy tail with her smooth haunch. She and I weren't so different in size come to think of it, her head rising only a bit above mine. I took a moment to breathe in the rich scent of her, fresh and hearty and lightly salted by her species and... something--

"Oy, Jack." She put her forepaws on the bar and hollered at the bartender until the sleek typhlosion turned around and acknowledged her with a long-suffering smile. The vap grinned. "Seen any well-hung studs come in? My last one conked out already and I'm bored!"

The bartender shook his head and made a shooing motion, causing the water type to pout. "You're no fun! Guess I'll have to go ask the front desk!" Dropping off the edge of the bar she made to jump down from the stool.

"Miss?" I couldn't let this opportunity slip away, despite her... surprising forwardness. "Are you... free? Would it be alright if we spent some time ah... chatting?"

"Huh?" She looked at me and blinked, as if again surprised I was there. "Oh, sorry, short-stuff! Too small for me. See ya!" Then she was gone in a swirl of thick tail and perfect blue fins, leaving me with a shattered heart and an empty glass as she dashed off across the bar.

"Hey, Prommy, wait up!"

What had I done wrong? I'd worked up the courage, asked her nicely... I didn't stink, did I? Hmm.... Nope, just plain old 'me', and even peppered with that fancy poké cologne I'd splurged on before coming to the café. Certainly nothing to offend the beautiful vap. I glanced down at my paws. The seat of the bar stool felt a bit damp, a remnant of the vaporeon's brief stay. Too small? Maybe for some, but surely not for a fellow member of the eevee line, even an evolved form unlike myself.

Clink. Another glass of scotch on the rocks landed on the bar in front of me.

"Here lad," drawled the bartender. "You look like you need this. On the house."

"Thanks," I mumbled, drawing the glass close and taking a sip. Were my ears drooping? Yes, they were. I tried to force them back into their usual perkiness.

So far, this wasn't going how I'd expected. Plaisir... renowned for its accommodating staff, world-class comforts, and filled with enough illicit delights to make a sailor blush. Everyone around appeared to have no problem partaking in those delights--over there, a woman snuggled into a flareon's fur while her other hand wandered low on the belly of a persian. Reclining on a couch, a blaziken enjoyed a laughing conversation with a grovyle. A zebstrika strolled by in a clip-clop of heavy hooves, a luxray stropping against his side, that star-tipped tail teasing beneath the equine's belly. Every table came with an assortment of 'mons and humans in various states of inebriation and flirtation. Over the whole bar rose a hubbub of laughter, snippets of conversation, and the tasteful hints of currently popular music rising from hidden speakers. And here I sat, alone at the bar nursing a scotch like some washed-up office worker down on his luck.

Maybe this had been a bad idea after all.

"Heya, cutie, mind if I sit here?"

A dewott leaned against the stool next to me, a half smile on her whiskered muzzle. I shrugged and nodded at the empty spot. The taller 'mon vaulted up and sat, the stool screeching along the floor a bit as she turned to face me better. This was no fellow patron--she held the easy confidence of a gambler with an ace in the hole, seasoned by that dash of sensuous interest steeping the whole joint.

"Had a run-in with our friendly neighbourhood Rain Flower, did ya? Is that what's got you so down?"

"Rain Flower..." Such a lovely name for a lovely creature. "That's her name? I suppose I did."

"Ah Arceus." The dewott shook her head, frowning. Her voice was light, but her tone held a hint of disapproval. "Best not tear yourself up over that one, hun. No offense, but you're not her type."

"I gathered." Across the bar, an arcanine beat a hasty retreat out of the room, Rain Flower hot on his heels. "I wish I could be though."

"Y'know you can just pay to fuck her, right?"

I straightened, tilting my chin up. "Well, yeah, but... that way seems kinda like cheating, don't you think? I don't want to merely pay for someone's affections, I'd like them to honestly want me."

The dewott squinted at me, one elbow on the bar, her scalchop clicking against the wood. "You won't do yourself any favours barking up the wrong tree, love. But if it helps, I would."

It was my turn to blink and stare. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Hey, I'm not above scooping up Rain Flower's leavings." The dewott's grin had reasserted itself, showing considerably more fangs than before as she leaned in close, warm breath tickling my ears. "And you are a cutie. Bet I could have plenty of fun with a sweet little guy like you."

"Ah... Not that I'm saying 'no' you understand, but, this is all a bit sudden."

"Get used to it, sweetheart. This is a brothel. People come here to fuck, just like you were eye-fucking Rain Flower a few seconds ago."

"Could we perhaps... start with names?" I cleared my throat and took a sip of scotch in hopes it would restore my balance. The smoky fireball slid down my throat akin to what that typhlosion bartender probably breathed on the regular. "Mine is ah... Arthur."

"Cute!" The Dewott smirked in a way that made me shuffle on my paws. "No no, don't worry sweetie, I mean that genuinely." A paw ruffled between my ears. "Look at you, noble little guy! Must be my lucky evening. I'm Mariana, and I'll happily see to your sword and stones. Wanna get out of here to somewhere quieter?"

There was no triumph as she slapped the offer down--her ace of spades, completing a flush that sent my measly hand packing. She already knew my answer, and just wanted to hear me say it.

"....Sure."

Like a wide-eyed magikarp on a line, I hopped down to follow the urging of this whirlwind of a dewott and trailed after her out of the bar's cacophony. At the front desk they'd asked me who I'd like to spend my evening with, but I'd declined, hoping to bump into the right person--a beautiful flareon perhaps, or a mysterious espeon, or maybe a jovial leafeon... Instead, the only 'eon I'd met had barely acknowledged my existence, and now I was being led through the various corridors and up a set of stairs to an unknown destination by a different lady with a sway in her hips and a jaunty tune on her lips.

"In here." Mariana opened the door to one of the rooms lining the hallway and beckoned me inside. I hesitated for a moment, glancing up at her--she still wore that slightly unsettling smile--then I threw caution to the wind and walked by her into the room beyond.

Inside, I was greeted by simple, yet tasteful decor. A massive bed dominated the room, overstuffed mattress covered by crimson sheets and silver bedding, plush carpet compressed delightfully between my toes, dimmed overhead lighting provided a suitably sensual atmosphere, and a steady, thump, thump, thump, thump, came from the room next door.

Mariana joined me, the door shutting behind her with a soft click. She glanced at the wall, shrugged, and said, "Well, so much for quieter, sorry hun! Sounds like Sin got someone she likes. Don't worry, we'll drown 'em out soon enough."

"About that."

"Mmm?" Mariana hopped up onto the edge of the bed and patted the space next to her. "What about it? You getting cold feet now?"

"I..." I glanced at the space next to her, then at the door. That bed did look quite comfortable. "Listen, ma'am, I'm not sure this is what I'm looking for."

The dewott burst out laughing, falling to her side and pounding the bed with her forepaw--a match to the beat from next door. "Ma'am! Oh my fuck... Are you serious? Oh Arceus that's so adorable..."

My ears flattened and I took a step back towards the door. I could be 'mon enough to admit the fragility of my own ego, and while this lovely lady held unquestionable allure, further ridicule about my stature did little for my self-esteem.

"Oh wow, I'm nearly crying here..." She waved a paw at me, still laughing as she straightened up and tried to compose herself. "Ahhh shit. Ha! I haven't laughed like that in a while, thanks, cutie. No no, don't go, please? I'm not laughing at you, promise. Well, not really. Just... Do I really seem like a 'ma'am' to you?"

"My mother taught me to always be polite." If my voice matched my rigid posture, I could probably be forgiven.

"And so she should have!" Mariana shook her head and patted the bed next to her again, the very image of contrite congeniality. "I'm sorry. C'mere, let me make it up to you? I just can't get over how precious you are."

This was the moment. I could walk out of here right now and there would be no hard feelings. The raucous dewott who'd swept me out of my morose musings had me on my back paws, unsure how I should dance to her tune, but her intentions couldn't be more clear. The question was, did I wish to entertain those intentions?

Thumpthumpthumpthumpthump. THUD.

I jumped up next to her. The bed proved as soft to the touch as it appeared to the eye.

"That's more like it!" As I seated myself next to her, she rested a paw on my shoulders, dextrous digits combing through the fur of my mane. "Alright, I can tell you're nervous, cutie. First time I'll bet?"

I offered a slow nod. Those paws were gentle, blunted clawtips digging in just enough to provide delightful scritching through my protective coat.

"That's okay. A lot of first timers come here to pop their cherry." She winked. "You won't be my first, so don't worry, I know just how to take care of you.... Hmm, that's not helping, is it?"

I forced my hackles down. "Not so much."

"Sorry. I'm more of a 'fuck first, pillow talk later' kind of gal. But, I can adapt." Her paws moved in slow circles, gently kneading my shoulders and neck. "Tell me a bit about yourself then, Arthur. What brought you to the café?"

Could I trust her with that information? She could easily laugh in my face again, and my poor ego was still licking its wounds. On the other hand, what did I have to lose? Tempestuous tempress she might be, but her interest seemed like the Arceus' honest truth. "Promise you won't laugh?"

"Cross my heart." She even went so far as to draw it out with her scalchop.

"Alright." I took a deep breath. "I'm trying to figure out my future."

Her nose twitched, her paw stilling on my back. "Come again?"

"You see... My species is... different. Not to say that like we're better or anything like that." I winced. "Far from it. I just mean that there's so many different 'eons, you know? Being a 'vee comes with all this... expectation. All my life I've heard, 'you have so much potential' and 'you must be so excited to evolve' or, 'have you picked one yet?' But..." I glanced down at my paws, still the typical eevee brown. "There's just no way to know. How can I be sure I'll be happy as one type, when I might have been a better fit for another? How am I supposed to commit to one with no idea what any of them will be like?"

"And... You thought you'd get an idea by fucking different 'eons?"

My ears heated. This gal would make a longshoreman blush. "Not exactly. More about learning from different experiences. I'm ah, something of a writer, you see, half-finished novel and all. What sort of writer doesn't go out into the world and taste the varied fruits on offer?"

"Plenty of 'fruit' here alright." Mariana giggled. "Especially nuts."

I snorted a laugh and closed my eyes--that wandering massage of her dexterous paws was a little slice of heaven. Being close to different 'eons, talking to them in a loose social setting where one could be truly honest and free of societal pretense--after all, at a place like this there wasn't much one needed to hide. It seemed a sound enough idea on the page, but the real world always proved so much messier and less predictable. Then again, airing my thoughts, musing aloud to this chipper co-conspirator...

"I've heard it's so intense, that you feel a connection unlike anything else, and I thought that maybe..." I glanced up at her. "If I could just get a little taste of what that's like, it might give me a clue. I'd hoped for an 'eon I could connect with, but..."

Mariana sighed, her paw moving up to ruffle between my ears. "Look hun, I can't claim to know what it's like being you. I don't have those kinda options. But if the way you were eyeing up Rain Flower down there is any indication, you've already got an idea of what you want."

"I'm not sure about that. She was just... beautiful."

"Right." Mariana smirked. "A real looker, I'm sure. Thing is, sweetheart, you weren't just looking, you wanted her. And I don't mean only in the fun sense. I bet some part of you wanted to be like her."

I frowned. Was that right? Did I want to leave the fuzzy life behind? There was much to be said for that thick, powerful tail, the ability to glide through water or a crowd with equal ease, a body smooth and sleek, built for river, lake, or sea. Was that what I wanted?

"I may not be able to give you the vaporeon experience, but..." Mariana's lips brushed the tip of my ear, sparking a shiver from my nose to my tail. "I could at least show you how we water types fuck."

As if queued by the gods of irony themselves, a triumphant howl broke through the wall from the next room over. Mariana fell on top of me in a fit of laughter, sprawling both of us further onto the bed as a tangle of limbs. Despite my initial, completely dignified squeak of alarm, I joined her laughter, the pair of us waiting out the chorus of canine climax. My nose twitched. That freshness--a hint of brine tempered by clear liquid purity--a purity that belied the coarseness of her personality. All water types must carry this scent, and Mariana's came steeped in the aromas of the café itself--smoke and booze and a veritable soup of various perfumes and musks--but mostly immersed beneath her own inherent seaborn odour.

Those clever paws wandered, sliding down the curve of my haunch to cup my rump. I quivered, my face buried into the short blue fuzz of her chest, just above the thicker protective ruffs guarding her belly and hips. She could show me things--things I'd only read about in the seedy pages of the trashiest novels--and I wasn't inclined to interfere.

"Just relax, hun. Let's have some fun. That's it, much better. Just gonna see what we've got down here."

Pawtips teased and stroked their way through intimate territory, her greater size allowing her to both embrace me and explore wherever she pleased, coaxing a small gasp from my throat. The difference between touching myself and having someone else down there... Foreign and perhaps frightening, but deliciously exciting all the same. I could surely be forgiven for squirming as that paw groped me--an experienced lady like this one knew her business well. Should I be doing anything? My paws weren't as agile as hers--not by a long shot--but perhaps with my muzzle and tongue? By Arceus she smelled good...

"Ooh, hello there, cutie. Why don't you roll over for me?"

Like a puppet under her command, I flopped off of her and onto my back, exposing my soft underbelly to this mistress of the evening. Mariana scooted up to my flank, ruffled my chest fur and shot me a grin as her other paw settled once more between my spread hinds. Our eyes locked, hers alight with mischief and delight while she fondled and played with her latest prize. Tingling delight... Her touch worked its magic, coaxing along my sheathed arousal until it twitched free and proud above my belly.

"Gosh you're soft. Most of you, that is." She snickered, seizing the, 'less soft' part and awarding it a gentle squeeze that made me grunt. "Such a fine sword you have here, Arthur... Shall I give it a polish for you?"

Swallowing my misgivings and ego alike, I gave a faint nod. Her grin widened.

There's something both surreal and sublime about watching someone suckle on you. Your vulnerability is exposed to them in an act of trust... One turned into an act of... Not exactly worship, but certainly reverence as they both sample and pleasure you. That first touch of her warm lips and small, delicate tongue made me shiver, my senses jangling with foreign delight. Then, that lutrine muzzle closed around my sensitive flesh, her head bobbing down until twitching nose met fuzzy balls, her paws bracing on my inner thighs and keeping my hinds apart for her to nuzzle into and...

I'm not sure what I mumbled but it must have been something dignified. Mariana's rounded ears twitched as she bobbed up and down, nursing my swollen pride. Gentle, ever so gentle, yet each movement hummed with purpose. Literally hummed--she treated me to sussurating vibrations while lapping at my maleness, a rhythm in her pace designed to buoy me along the tides of arousal at her whim. Another scent wafted through the air--hers again, but sharper now, a hint of extra brine and building lust. Her other paw drifted between her own spread legs, drawing my eye along with them in a sensual journey down the subtle curve of her belly and into the azure valley between her thighs. Dark pawtips slid across a darker line among that short fuzz... Those hidden lips teased apart around a diving digit to reveal alluring and glistening pink... Her paw paused there, spreading her delicate femininity wider for my erotic viewing pleasure...

A shudder wracked me, my entire body so much flotsam caught up in the maelstrom of Mariana's ministrations. My length twitched in her maw, her swallow loud even over the blood rushing in my ears, those tender lips coaxing and encouraging more, more. I wasn't going to last long. My poor little inexperienced body couldn't keep up with that rhythmic suckling and bobbing muzzle massage. My forepaws didn't know where to go--resting them on my chest seemed to work, my toes curling with every twitch of my hinds--but oh how nice it would be to be able to reach the glorious display she granted me, to run my paws across the slick, silken fuzz of her sex... If her muzzle was heaven, then that inviting slit her now damp pawtips teased and exposed must be nirvana. I drowned in her pelagic perfume, a siren's call as old as the sea working its magic upon me as surely as the aquatic Aphrodite between my legs plied her trade.

Mariana glanced up at me around her mouthful, shot me a wink. Oh, she knew exactly what she was doing, the devious dewott, and her pace didn't falter in the slightest. A paw wandered across my thigh, tickled the tan fuzz of my sac, and wrapped around my sheath, circling the lime-sized bulge near its base. Was she familiar with canine anato-ooooh yes she was. She pulled down the sheath smooth as you please, popping my rosy knot free and right into her waiting muzzle. Pleasure surged, cascaded through me. I could hardly breathe, barely form a thought among the whirlpool of sensation.

Warm, wet, and oh Arceus... The little flicks of her tongue against the underside... That glorious, gentle grip on my knot and each little tug as she gulped and sucked and coaxed... A flash of pink--her pawtips working her folds with frenetic glee... Primal aromas filling my nose, urging hidden instincts to give in, to let loose the torrent of ecstasy this lovely creature craved...

My loins quivered, white heat flashing through me like so much summer lightning. A shudder, an incoherent moan...

She didn't so much as twitch as I let loose right down her throat.

Gluk. Gluk. Gulp!

Panting, I stared down at her--the impressive gal continued to nurse on my pulsing rod, one paw kneading and coaxing the source of her warm drink while the other ruffled my belly fur. She'd just... I'd just...

_ _ No wonder they called it a 'blow job'. She'd conjured an explosion from my loins.

Light as my head felt, my body seemed to weigh ten times normal. The plush softness of the bed embraced the shuddering mess I'd become, residual ripples of bliss gliding up from my loins as Mariana ensured my supply was thoroughly drained. With a lewd, wet, pop, she at last pulled off, freeing my glistening and well-polished length to twitch and ooze sticky residue into my fur. "Mmm, damn you canine types are always a good time. So drippy, and knots have gotta be the best thing out there."

"Ah... Thank you?"

"Don't mention it, sweetheart." She smirked as she waggled my still-stiff member by the sheath. "Just so long as you know that I'm also having fun with this..." Leaning down, she gave the pointed tip a kiss, briefly joining her lips to my flesh with a strand of viscous fluid. "And that I'm certainly not doing this out of obligation or pity." She winked. "If anything, I oughta be the one thanking you. My night was looking pretty boring before we hooked up."

My ears twitched. She wasn't bluffing, was she? No, that lazy grin didn't hide condescension. I found myself grinning right back at her. "I hope that means we can do more?"

Mariana sat up, fixing me with those dark eyes. The paw between her legs drew free, dripping feminine honey. She lowered it to my muzzle like an offering and graced my nose with her aromatic nectar. "Oh hun... I'm going to do everything to you."

...Everything?

Uh-oh.

She was already swinging a leg over me, straddling my hips, that hint of pink lowering... and I knew that by the time the sun rose, I'd have a much better idea what "everything" entailed.

***

Some places never changed. I figure Plaisir is one of those. The moment I walked into the joint it felt like the intervening months never happened. Same noisy, crowded bar, same air filled with scents of liquor, cologne, smoke, sex, and the musks of dozens of different species. This time, however, I cruised into the bar a few inches taller, better muscled, and with confidence in my step to match my new form.

It didn't take long to find her. The dewott sauntered between tables with a tablet in her paws, taking drink orders from those who wanted, trading obscene banter with those who desired, and simply fitting in with such ease she might as well have been in the sea itself. I moseyed over, winding between the legs of a rapidash and dodging the stumbling path of an intoxicated pangoro.

"Evening, Mariana."

She turned, looked up from the tablet. It took a moment, but the recognition surged up in her expression and she threw her paws around me, crushing me to her fuzzy chest. "Arthur! Holy fuck, you look incredible, hun!" Stepping back to arms length, she looked me up and down, a murmur of appreciation rumbling from her muzzle. "Damn, blue is absolutely your colour! And just look at these adorable little fins!" Her paws teased across said cheek-fins, making them twitch as the fuzz of her pads tickled my new appendages. I must have shivered, as she giggled. "Sorry, that was kinda rude I guess. Rain Flower always hates it when I do that."

I offered a smile--no hard feelings. "Still getting used to them, among other things. Only been about a week. Figured this would be a good place to come and ah... Put me through my paces, so to speak."

Mariana snickered. "I'll bet. Fresh off the water stone and already raring to go, eh? Well, if you like, I'd be more than happy to--"

"Oh! Another vappy! Hi!"

Like a vision, there she was--just as I'd first seen her, azure hide glistening in the soft lights of the bar. Rain Flower tilted her head, peering me up and down. I was the larger one now, and those dark eyes held something more than curiosity. A hunger. A desire. Her tail flicked.

"You must be new!" She nodded, affirming her own statement. "I know everyone fun here. I'm the most fun person around, just so you know. But if you want me to tell you who the other fun ones are, I can!" She glanced at Mariana. "He yours?"

"Hmm..." Mariana crossed her arms over her chest, one pawtip tapping on her scalchops. She considered me for a moment, then leaned over and whispered into Rain Flower's ear.

"You did?" Rain Flower looked at me, her dark eyes widening like limpid pools that I could dive straight into. "He does?"

"Yup," Mariana confirmed.

I still don't know what she said to Rain Flower, but before I had time to wonder, the other vaporeon had pounced on me, babbling something about, "Cheesy snacks and a room!"

Mariana shot me a wink and a broad grin.