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River let out a disappointed and annoyed sigh as he took another swig of his drink, getting close to the bottom of the glass where the bitter alcohol flavor was beginning to overpower the lighter berry juices. The dewott wrinkled his muzzle at the sudden bitterness of the heavier alcohol that had settled on the bottom before placing the glass back down on the bar, his arms folded as he leaned forward. The loud music of the club blared around him, the many sounds all around seeming to congeal into a cacophony as people yelled to each other over the blaring music and intense synth beats. Multicolored lights poured over him as he sat at the bar alone, regrettably.

The dewott had been there for an hour or two now, having had no luck in finding a partner to while away the stress for the rest of the night, and even though he'd paced himself, he was feeling a bit tipsy at this point, but mostly annoyed that he'd been waiting so long with no success. He didn't care whether a prospective partner would rather have him under their tail or the other way around by now, he just wanted anything other than the sheer boredom of the situation. But actually going out onto that dance floor packed with random pokémon? He wasn't able to bring himself to do it.

He picked up the glass with a webbed paw once more, having to work up the nerve to swallow the bitter dregs of drink left, but he hoped that getting a bit more drunk might finally lower his inhibitions enough to stroll out onto the dance floor without caring nearly as much as he did. However, as he tossed down the last bits of his drink, River felt a strange nagging from behind him, almost like a sixth sense. A puzzled expression overtook him as he set down the now empty glass, gently glancing around himself to figure out where it might be coming from, only to see an interesting sight.

Off towards a near corner of the room, through the haze of the room, River was able to see a salazzle sitting alone in a booth, with his vision almost seeming to spotlight the empty and available seats nearby. And as he got a better look, he could see her seemingly looking back at him with a curious expression on her own face, perhaps with a hint of deviousness? He was having a bit of trouble discerning exactly what, due to the distance and probably the effect of what he'd been drinking. However, he felt strangely drawn to approach her, and before he could even work up his courage, he felt himself sliding off of the bar stool and onto his footpaws as they carried him onward.

The dewott wasn't quite sure what compelled him to have such a surge of confidence, hell, maybe the alcohol was finally working. But whatever it was, it seemed to gravitate him towards that one booth in particular, his vision zoned in on his destination. The mysterious salazzle returned his gaze as he approached, with an approachable smile herself, seemingly welcoming him to where she was sitting.

As River finally arrived, he slid into the booth seat opposite her, now able to see the salazzle more closely. She was wearing a tight white button-up shirt with dark-gray leggings and a short, tight skirt, and was leaning forward gently with her head propped up on an arm against the table, glancing across him as he sat down, almost as if she was sizing him up. She was around 4 and a half feet tall compared to his 2'8", quite tall for a salazzle, and he could feel a blush starting to form across his muzzle as she looked him over, gazing down at him. The dewott wore a loose-fitting black button-up, with the top button undone, as well as a pair of khakis. He felt a bit of a need to smooth out his shirt or do anything as he was examined, before he finally had to break the silence before he burst.

"Uh, hi..." he said, bashfully, not sure how to start a conversation with the stranger he'd been inexplicably drawn to sitting with, and not even sure why he'd decided to do so. Not that he was complaining about it, of course.

"Well, I'm certainly glad you decided to join me. You seemed painfully bored all on your lonesome," the salazzle responded with a grin, a bit of a slight hissing lisp to her voice apparent on any strong "s" sounds. "Tell me, what might be your name, dewott?" She took a sip of the drink that sat on the table in front of her, content to get to know him a bit.

"Er, it's... River," he responded, still having trouble bringing himself to talk with any semblance of confidence. Despite that, it felt like the loud, blaring music and lights of the club around him were almost fading away from the forefront of the dewott's mind, as if this booth were the only thing he could really focus on at the moment. And he was certainly fine with that.

"Well, River, you may call me Rose," she said with a tone to her voice that gave River wonderful chills. "So tell me, what was a fine gentleman like you doing sitting all alone tonight?" she inquired, with a hint of playfulness, as if she already knew the answer and simply wanted to hear it from him.

"I, uh, well, I was hoping to... uh, find someone to pass the time with?" River said, finding himself much more bashful than he expected to be, as if all of the confidence that had carried him to the booth to sit with Rose had been reversed on him, and yet he didn't want to leave at all.

She grinned as he responded in an embarrassed fashion, seeing him fiddle with the buttons on his shirt as he broke her gaze. "Perhaps you've found someone to fulfil just that role, then. It seems you've been lucky." Rose took a moment to register his reactions, drinking in how embarrassed he seemed to be in her presence. "That is, so long as you weren't looking to be... in control, you might say."

River glanced back up, looking once more into Rose's eyes as she said that, trying to decipher her own goals, only to feel himself shrink down in her gaze. He could feel an aura of power behind each word and action of hers, and it was... intoxicating, to put it lightly.

"To put it simply, I'd be happy to help you shed your inhibitions a bit more if you'd like to come with me. Don't worry, I can't force you to do anything. Only make things easier for you." Rose looked down at him with a kind smile that reached up to her eyes, and saw him melt as he looked back up at her. "Would you like that?" she asked, before finishing off her drink and sliding out of the booth, extending her hand to the dewott.

River took a moment to think over it, starting to piece together what had happened before when he approached her booth, the world centered on her and his limbs seemingly moving without him having to move them. It was all what he already wanted to do, but simply couldn't bring himself to. However, he didn't feel himself moving on his own now as she reached out a hand to him. He'd have to do that himself. With a moment to take a breath and steel himself one last time, River reached up a webbed paw and placed it in the much larger salazzle's hand as she helped him out of the booth.

"There's a good boy. Now, come with me," she said, beginning to lead him off to a side hallway, holding onto his paw as he followed along behind her, having to reach up above himself to hold on and be led forward. As it should be, she thought to herself, happy that she'd found someone new willing to spend some time with her tonight.

As the duo exited the main area of the club and the noises from behind them gradually grew more muted, River could feel the confidence slowly and gradually start to return, but at the same time, it felt strange. It wasn't confidence in himself directly, but only in his actions. Specifically in the actions that Rose was leading him to do. He still felt the slight twinge of embarrassment clouding him, but gripping his webbed paw to her hand tightly as he was led along felt like a lifeline, and he didn't want to let go.

They eventually stopped at a door, with a nameplate reading "Rose" in fine script, and a drawing of a rose next to it. River looked up at it as he heard a jingling as the salazzle holding his paw unlocked the door and opened it up, gently guiding him inside with her and shutting the door behind the two of them, locking it to ensure nobody would enter to ruin their fun.

River looked around the room in awe, a beautiful purple bed set against the wall with some very nice wooden furniture across the room, and an open dresser with some clothes in a similar style to the ones Rose was wearing now. A powerful scent also hit him as he first stepped inside, having to blink a few times as he adjusted to the smell. However, as he started to breathe it in, it felt familiar, and the dewott realized he'd been smelling this same sweet scent for some time, ever since he'd first had the nagging feeling to turn and notice Rose sitting alone in her booth.

And as he was suddenly hit with a powerful and completely intoxicating wave of that irresistible sweet smell, the dewott immediately felt himself drop to his knees, his limbs feeling heavy and impossible to move as he simply stared forward at the bed and greedily breathed in more of the salazzle's powerful sweet smell.

Pheromones, he thought to himself. Incredibly potent, and able to shed inhibitions and anxieties more than just about any other legal drug, certainly more than the alcohol he'd been sipping on. And fuck, he needed more of them. This... this was wonderful, and he'd only just arrived.

He heard a chuckle from above him, where he knew Rose was still standing. "Wow, these certainly had quite an effect on you, didn't they? Usually the playthings that decide to join me at least put up a front for a bit longer," she said, walking around to stand in front of him, and he immediately looked up to gaze at her, mouth agape as he stared into her eyes, the hem of her skirt just flapping forward on the edge of his vision. "You must really want this right now for it to be affecting you this strongly. Is that right?" she said, and the dewott beneath her nodded vigorously, a pleading look in his eyes.

"Alright then, we might as well get started, if you're that needy," she said, and River watched as she began unbuttoning her dress shirt while stepping forward. He continued to gaze upward at her as she walked closer, before she stopped right in front of him and reached down, lifting her skirt over his head, her panties directly in front of his muzzle. As he now stared forward, he was surprised to find something he didn't expect - a considerable bulge in her panties, her dick pressing against the fabric in a beautiful outline. With one whiff of her intense, powerful musk and pheromones, he was instantly in love. Without so much as a command from the salazzle, he buried his muzzle in the bulge of her panties and sniffed deeply, breathing down as much of the incredible smell as he could.

He heard a satisfied sigh from above as he nuzzled against Rose's panties, feeling her dick twitch beneath the fabric as he pressed his nose into it. The otter was already rock hard under his own pants, but couldn't bring himself to move his arms to remove his own clothes. All he could do was breathe in her scent deeper and deeper, and keep nuzzling into her as if his life depended on it. He was desperately horny, and his only relief was to service her in such a slight way, the pheromones and his own actions only serving to make him even hornier.

Rose finished unbuttoning her shirt as she tossed it off of her arms and onto the ground behind her, with a quick gentle thrust of her hips forward eliciting a quiet moan from River. She reached for the zipper to her skirt, slowly unzipping it before pulling it off, revealing the dewott buried between her legs. He had a large, dopey smile on his face with his eyes closed as he rubbed his muzzle and face all across her panties, unable and unwilling to pull himself away. She smiled, before stepping away, causing him to whine.

River opened his eyes and looked back up at Rose, who had taken a few steps back, now only wearing the panties he'd had his face in before. His vision almost seemed to have a fuzzy, pink vignette all around the corners, as if extraneous details were too unimportant for him to focus on or even really register. Rose, however, stood out at the center of his vision, in pure focus. Her hands were on her hips as she looked down at him, and he started to feel a bit of motor control return to his limbs as another whine escaped from his maw. He slowly started crawling towards her, wanting nothing more than to have his muzzle be buried right back in that bulge in her panties where it belonged.

However, just as he got close enough to catch another whiff of that glorious scent, she would back away slightly more, leading him closer and closer to the bed as he crawled forward, a singular purpose in mind. As she reached the edge of the bed and he once more tried desperately to place himself right between her legs, she placed a finger gently on his nose and said a simple command: "Stay." The dewott let out a sad and desperate moan, but froze just a few inches from where he desperately wanted to be.

"Go ahead and start taking off those clothes for me, dearie," Rose said to him, and he immediately started to unbutton his shirt as she walked away to the dresser. He discarded his shirt onto the ground and stood up to take off his pants, pulling them off just as quickly. As he took off his underwear and his dick sprung out, long since having left its sheath, he saw Rose returning with something in hand - a pink skirt and matching pair of panties, of a smaller size than the ones she had worn before. With an implicit command, she handed the new articles of clothing to the dewott, and he quickly started putting them on, pulling the panties up to cover up his dick once more.

As he put on the feminine clothing, River felt a rush of adrenaline. He'd always wanted to wear things like this before, but never had nearly the confidence to buy them for himself, and especially not to wear them out. And yet here he was, desperately putting them on to please his new mistress - that was a new word. He wasn't sure where it even came from, but it felt right in his head. It felt right in his maw too as he gently moaned out the word, eliciting a smile from the salazzle as he did. She was gently running her hands across his fuzzy chest as he put on his pretty new clothing, admiring the cute dewott, the skirt accentuating his admittedly nice hips and ass well.

River felt his paw being grabbed gently by his mistress once more as she climbed into bed, dragging him happily along with her as she laid down on the pillows, legs spread in an inviting gesture for the feminine dewott. He knelt just before her, eyes greedily staring at the still throbbing bulge in her panties. "Go ahead, dear," she said to him, and in only a moment, he was right back in her bulge, now with his paws exploring the rest of her body as well. Running along her sides, gently feeling the shape of her hips and ass, gripping her thighs as he breathed in deep and strong, lust drunk and loving every second of it.

"Good girl," she said to him, and he felt the pleasure centers of his brain fire off, a bit of pre escaping his hard, untouched dick to be absorbed into the new panties he wore. He opened his eyes as he felt a shift, seeing his mistress grab the hem of the panties she still wore, and he pulled his head away to give her room as she pulled them off, her massive, thick dick flopping out in all of its glory. Without a moment to spare, the dewott buried his nose inbetween her dick and balls, breathing in through his nose as deep he could, the glorious smell almost making him cum on the spot without even having truly started yet.

He just held himself back as his muzzle opened up into a groan, his tongue starting to lap against her scaled, perfect balls all on its own. Every taste, every smell was truly euphoric, filling him with the most intense bliss he'd felt in quite some time. The rest of the world disappeared as he licked and lapped and sniffed and breathed and _lived_in this moment, gently taking one of her glorious balls into his mouth and starting to suckle on it. He felt her start to pet the back of his head, and his tail wagged in bliss, tapping the bed repeatedly and causing his skirt to flap up and down behind him, as he'd put it on above his tail on purpose.

Unable to hold himself back from getting to well and truly please her for even a moment longer, River raised his head up, dragging his tongue along the underside of her dick inch by inch, eventually reaching the top, where he lapped up a bead of pre and looked into Mistress's eyes. Her hand on the back of his head gently began to guide him down, but he didn't need any coaxing - he could feel exactly what she wanted him to do inside of his own mind, and he wanted it just as much as her. He opened his maw as wide as he could and started to gently move down the length of her shaft, taking as much into his mouth as he possibly could.

He heard her let out a satisfied moan and immediately let out a louder, higher pitched one in response. Each and every moment that he heard, saw, or felt her receive pleasure, he could feel it himself ten times over. His dick was throbbing hard against the panties he'd constricted it in, a sizeable wet spot having formed in the front of them. He gulped down the pre escaping Mistress's dick as he ran his tongue all along the length of her dick in his maw, careful to ensure she didn't feel a single tooth so much as gently pass against it. He slowly worked himself back and forth across it, each time going deeper and deeper, taking more of the delicious, intoxicating salazzle dick into his maw, feeling it just start to tickle against his throat and loving each and every second of it. Every last feeling, every last sound, it sent him deeper and deeper - both deeper onto her dick, and deeper into the hypnotic, intoxicating trance he'd found himself in. He needed this. He needed to please her, and he knew he needed to do it with more than just his mouth. He could feel it both in his own thoughts, and in the thoughts she suggested to him, which he desperately agreed with. He needed to be stuffed by her dick, to feel it as deep in his ass as he could.

With a bit of sadness, he pulled his mouth off of her dick, wanting it back inside him immediately, but knowing that she would be putting it somewhere even better in just a moment. With a curled finger beckoning him closer, River placed his knees on either side of his mistress, feeling her reach around behind him. He raised his tail obediently, his skirt raising with it, leaving only panties between her and her goal. She gently pulled those aside and explored around with her fingers for a moment, finding his hole and immediately knowing she'd hit the right spot as he let out a throaty, high-pitched moan, feeling her gently prod a finger inside. He looked down at her and saw her grin, and he couldn't help but reach back and spread his cheeks wide to give her full access. He felt himself start to lower himself down as she removed the finger from his needy hole to line up her dick, and he lowered himself just on top of it, feeling the saliva-covered head pressing up against his desperate pucker.

He breathed deeply, and then as he exhaled, he pressed down, a strong, desperate moan escaping his maw as the head of her dick popped in, feeling it inside of him as he clenched down. He needed more, more, more _, and he pressed further, a grimace on his face as he took as much as he could in one movement. He only took a moment to adjust himself and breathe before he raised back up, and then _pushed himself down even further, greedily taking more and more of her dick.

His mistress's own moans were the most perfect angelic choir in his ears, and each and every one of them made his own dick spasm harder, still constricted in his tight panties, a throbbing, untouched bulge. But his paws were too busy spreading his cheeks apart to get his mistress's dick deeper, further inside. As he got further and further down, feeling her reach new areas inside himself he'd never felt before, he let out a high-pitched, needy moan with each breath. Her dick pounded against his prostate as she started to thrust up in time with him, grabbing onto his hips for more support and leverage as she did. River's tongue lolled out of his mouth, his eyes half closed and entirely unfocused. He hadn't been fucked this good... ever.

And fuck was he close. He felt like he'd been on the edge for forever now, his dick throbbing and desperate and just about to cum, but never quite there, never quite enough. Each new _spike_of pleasure that hit him as his mistress fucked and used him sent him to a new, impossible high of cascading pleasure, desperate for release but unable to bring himself quite over the edge, and completely unable to bring his paws down to touch the needy bulge in the front of his panties.

He just kept letting himself get fucked, helping his mistress fuck him as much and as hard as she wanted, that's all he could even think about. All he could hear were her moans, all he could taste was the lingering taste of her dick and balls in his mouth. All he could see was her, all he could smell were her pheromones and the strong, pungent smells of sex, all he could feel was her dick grinding against his prostate and making him feel the most impossibly powerful pleasure he'd ever felt in his life. All he could think about was her, and how much he needed to make her cum in his ass right now.

He bounced on her dick, riding her like an expert, following every slight movement and adjustment he could to bring her closer and closer. He needed her to cum, he needed her cum, he needed_her_. Her thrusts grew erratic, more powerful, more intense, he knew she was getting close, and he wanted it with every last bit of himself. And as she got just to the edge of release, he slammed himself down onto her and squealed out as he hilted her in his ass, feeling one last throb of her dick before warm, sticky cum erupted from her cock right into his ass where he desperately needed it to be.

And as she finally came, that mental barrier keeping him from doing the same was lifted, and he came hands-free in his panties, sticky ropes of cum erupting through the fabric and onto his mistress's stomach and chest, painting the inside of his skirt as he felt her fill him up. And fill him she did - he could feel more cum sloshing around inside of him than he'd ever felt before, and saw his belly distend slightly from the sheer amount of seed she'd pumped inside of his needy hole.

The two of them laid there together for a moment, catching their breath, before Mistress started to gently raise him off of her dick, his panties pulling back into place between his ass cheeks and catching a bit of cum that started to slowly dribble out. She laid him down on his stomach on the bed while she stood up, seeing his exhausted form collapse and breathe deeply. She walked over to a vanity and gently started to clean up the mess he'd made, putting her clothes back on.

She walked over to the bed and grabbed his paw once more, helping him off of it, seeing the clear cumstains on both the front and back of his panties, and chuckled, before leading him by his paw towards the door.

"Wh-wh-where are we going, mistress?" River asked, still wearing only a short skirt and cumstained panties as she unlocked the door.

"Out to the dance floor, obviously. We might as well have more fun while we're still here, right?" she responded, opening the door. River felt a twinge of fear, but the smell of her pheromones caught him again, and it started to dissipate once more. He knew he wanted to.

The dewott nodded with a big grin on his face, and followed as his new mistress led him out of the private rooms and to the public dance floor, ready to dance with her and any other stranger that found him cute. And find him cute they certainly did.