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Friday, 1:08 p.m. "I thought he said that this was gonna take all day! It's barely 1 o'clock and I hardly broke a sweat! I was hoping for something that'd at least occupy me until almost dinnertime...” complained Slate, genuinely annoyed at how fast they'd finished the day's work. The two Rhydon stood next to each other, each wearing a black tool apron with a picture of a boulder on the front. What used to be a bank’s vault was now nothing but a few structural steel pillars that surrounded the once-thought-to-be-impenetrable safe holding room. There was some dust scattered where the two Rhydon now stood; nothing remained aside from a square depression cut into the bare concrete, the only remaining sign of the vault that was once erected. They'd made short work of it, owing to the corner-cutting route the construction company originally took when it was installed. The walls themselves were hardly reinforced by any stretch of the imagination, and with two powerful Rhydon working in tandem, the vault had fallen in short order. Even the rubble had been cleared completely from the building, a job well done by their standards. "He did say it'd take all day, but he couldn’t have known they'd only used half the rebar for the walls that they normally do. I’ll shoot dad a text and see if anybody needs some help,” retorted Craig, the older of the Rhydon brothers. The brothers worked at the family business, Rockstompers Demolition, a small family outfit started up by his dad when he was a Rhydon himself and his high school buddy Flint: a Graveler at the time, now a Golem. The two founders had since grown into their later years and had moved into a more managerial role as opposed to working with the Rhydon brothers in the field. They instead chose to find other workers to work underneath the two, and made the brothers into foremen. A few taps on the smaller of the two’s phone and a few moments of waiting were broken up with a ding. A shake of the rhino’s head made him sigh. “Not a damn thing. Dad says start the weekend early. Guess it’s back to the house with you?” Craig asked, looking up at his sibling. “Yeah, might as well, nothing else to do around here,” Slate replied with mild annoyance. “I need to figure out what I want to do. Guess it’ll just be some more games today.” “You need to get out some, man, find you a chick. Or a dude, I don't judge; you just need something else. Something outside the house and with people or other pokemon. Hell, you're a catch. I've seen all sorts of folk eye-fucking you. I'm surprised you never notice them when they do," scolded Craig, side-eying the other male. “Man, stop lying, they have to be looking at you,” Slate responded. He really didn’t think he was anything special, just the average, run-of-the-mill Rhydon. Standing at 6'4", he was bigger than average for a Rhydon. With deep maroon eyes and slightly narrower ears, the stone gray and tan rhino-dino hybrid Pokémon was easy on the eyes, a handsome face to what would normally be considered a brutish line of ‘mon, despite what he thought of himself. Powerful in body and quick in mind, he was perfect for the demolition work he was employed in. Despite how boring he found it to be, the one reason he’d stayed was for the money he’d saved up to go to school with. Rent was high and the pay just wasn’t good enough though, and it left him stuck in a rut that seemed to have no escape, just a set in stone path to follow the family footsteps. “Slate, I’m serious. You’re gonna make somebody happy one day, even just for a night if it’s more your speed. That Persian out front damn near ran into a light pole looking you over when we were walking in, and I’m willing to bet it happens more than you realize, you just don’t ever notice it.” In contrast to his younger brother, Craig was shorter, standing at 6’1”, and had a slightly larger stature, holding more true to the typical build typical of Rhydon. He had broader ears and crimson eyes compared to his brother. Unlike his brother though, Craig enjoyed the family business and was more than happy to take the role of the lead foreman of the company. He could see his future here, and fully intended to follow in the family footsteps to take over the company. “You’re full of shit, you know that, right? How are you going to prove it; take me to that Cafe you go to every Friday night?” Slate responds, rolling his eyes in response to his brother’s incessant comments about his love life, or lack thereof. “I’m not lying to you, and you know what, that isn’t a bad idea. I bet you wouldn’tt last ten minutes before somebody starts hitting on you. If nobody does, I’ll pay for everything this evening. If somebody does though, you have to try to get their number. Deal?” Craig says confidently, a smug grin stretching across his muzzle as he extended his paw to his brother. “Fine, you’ve got a bet. Is the food good at least? If I’m going to spend a night out I should at least get some good grub.” The younger ‘mon replies, looking his brother in the eyes as he takes the paw in his and shook it. “I’ll pick you up from your place at 7, it isn’t too far from your place actually. Better not chicken out this time.” Friday, 7:04p.m. The sound of a truck’s heavy exhaust let Slate know his brother had showed up before he even heard the knock at his door. He didn’t live lavishly, just a simple one-bedroom apartment, with a gaming computer set up in the corner of the living room, some movie and game posters here and there. It wasn’t extravagant, but it was home. Simple, functional, and the basics for what he wanted. Knowing he’d be leaving soon, he’d sat down to watch some mindless show that was on, nothing he’d get too invested in. While not normally an extroverted person, he had to admit the idea of changing the usual drone of his daily cycle filled him with a bit of excitement. Dividing the living room from the kitchen was a large sectional, oversized for larger ‘mons like himself, built sturdy and plush, with durability in mind. Not the cheapest of couches, but from experience it was something to splurge a bit on, better to just buy it once than to buy it every few years. His stomach growled, normally he’d have eaten by now but with the evening's plans he’d forgone his usual meal to try the Cafe’s own cuisine. At least his brother wasn’t super late, something not unheard of for him. He didn’t need much to get ready to go, he’d already put his typical loin cloth on to keep him decent, and his satchel, giving him some pockets at least, seeing as clothing didn’t fit Rhydon too well. With a sigh he made his way outside, making sure to lock the apartment behind him before making his way to the faded blue mid-2000’s Chevy truck, plenty of room for the two brothers to ride together comfortably. “Alright, you got me out of the house, I still doubt I even get a second look though, I’m not anything special. Hope it ain’t an expensive fancy place, you’re gonna be paying tonight, I promise you. If they’re going for a ‘mon they’ll be something flashy, like a Typhlosion.” “Nah, you’re gonna meet somebody tonight, trust me. I got a good feeling about tonight for ya. You’ve got plenty of spunk, you just don’t realize it yet. You just need something to boost your confidence. I promise this is gonna be a night you won’t forget!” replied Craig, beaming with a knowing smile to his brother. In the few years he’d been going to the café, he’d never mentioned the true purpose of the establishment, just about how amazing it was, from the food, to the staff, to the grounds themselves, always telling only half the story why he frequented the establishment. It was all true though, good food, and second-to-none service. “Yeah yeah, what makes it so good though? You’ve tried to drag me to it a few times now, but won’t ever say why you want me to go.” asked Slate, fastening the seat belt over his shoulder. “It’s one of those things you have to experience. Words don’t quite describe it.” answered Craig, putting the truck in drive and driving off to the café. Friday, 7:18p.m. “What the hell, I thought you were exaggerating this place, I can’t imagine how much it takes to maintain all of this!” exclaimed Slate as the main building finally came into view from the winding road that snaked through the forest that surrounded the estate. In a moment that seemed as if from a move, the trees gave way to meticulously kept gardens. Everything around the two was trimmed and presentable, welcoming the guests that came through with a natural gentle lushness as a respite from the dark forest, the perfect place for a peaceful stroll in the beauty of nature. “Oh I wasn’t, they just have a very dedicated staff to the Café, everybody chips in so everybody benefits. It’s quite the set-up and the result is that the entire estate is perfect. ” Craig replied, finally pulling into the parking area. “Good, looks like we got here before they started getting real busy.” “How busy do they normally get?” Slate asked, looking the rows of spaces over, the Rhydon taking everything in. Around them was a modest sized parking lot, accented with trees and a well taken care of garden, lush flowers and greenery adorned the visible landscape as far as he could see, and near to the building a bus stop underneath an overhang. He’d seen the buses headed to the Café before, after all the apartments he lived in were owned by Jack, the typhlosion who ran the Café, but he’d never visited the establishment himself. “Depends on the night, tonight though it’ll likely be fairly busy, but they have quite a few waiters here, the service is fantastic. Plenty of places to go for some time away from the crowds, I know that’s your speed more often than not. Have an open mind and give it a shot. If it’s too much, I’ll take you home myself, I’m still your brother.” answered Craig, parking the truck near the Café and killing the engine, the low rumble dying down to silence. “I made a bet, and I’m gonna enjoy this free dinner. I do hope you’re wrong, for my sake at least. I could do with some change for once.” Slate replied, looking up at the grandiose estate before him. He stood for a moment, taking in the imposing villa that spread before him, his heart beat elevated, already impressed with the grounds, and now he stood before the stately entrance to the main building itself, the wooden double doors adorned with an elegant green “P” on a black background. “Oh I highly doubt I’m losing this bet.” “Yeah yeah, eye candy right?” replied Slate nonchalantly as he reached for the handle and opened the door for his brother and followed behind him. “You are, and if I wasn’t your brother and straight I’d be all over you. You don’t give yourself enough credit.” The two stepped onto the green carpet that laid atop dark wood tiling beneath their paws, the normal click-clacking of their claws muffled by the plush padding it provided. The cream walls perched above wood wall paneling flanked the check-in desk, behind which sat a Gardevoir with a mildly nonplussed expression, at least from what Slate could see seeing as she was partially blocked from view by the Lopunny stepping towards them, holding two rather thick menus in her paws. “Welcome to Café Plaisir! I’m Cheryl, It’s good to see you again Craig! Who’s this with you? He looks just like you!” greeted the Lopunny enthusiastically as she beamed a bright smile at the two Rhydon. “I’m Slate, Craig’s younger brother. It’s my first time here. My brother got me here on a bet.” answered the younger Rhydon, a bit taken aback by the energetic greeting from the rabbit. “Oh? He’s talked about you a few times! All good things, promise! Will you two be sharing a room to start, or are we throwing him to the Mightyena to start?” she replied, offering what appeared to be a more of a three ring binder filled with many pages as opposed to a menu to each of the two males “Feel free to look through the menus, if you see anything, or anyone that perks your interest for a waiter, just let me know!” “We’ll start with a shared room, I’ll likely split later in the evening though to give him some alone time.” Craig replied with a smirk “He just needs a little push to get him started.” “Sounds good to me, follow me please!” said the bunny, turning around and walking down the hall in front of the two Rhydon, their ears almost scraping the ceiling in the lowered ceilings of the entryway. “That’s a little different, picking your own waiter. Is there any rhyme or reason to how we go about picking our waiter?” asked Slate as he followed the bubbly Lopunny, looking around the surroundings of the Café, taking in the decor and layout of the estate. Just past the entry room stood the main bar room, a couple patrons sat at the bar on stools, and behind the bar stood a typhlosion, polishing a glass with a tired look on his muzzle as he helped a customer at the end of the bar. The sound of a collision and a muffled “sorry!” could be heard as the group moved past the bar, while Slate hadn’t seen it, Craig did. He watched the Floatzel follow the group, not paying any attention where he was going and collide with a Zoroark, causing the shadow fox to spill a drink over the smaller Pokémon. “Leave that to me, I won’t do ya wrong, just trust your brother.” answered the elder Rhydon, grinning from ear to ear. There were quite a few waiters who’d fit the bill for the evening, but half of them were ones he’d never met or had too much experience with, but he had a feeling of somebody that’d be perfect for the evening. Slate had to have the visual perception of a Zubat, it was a wonder he didn’t hurt himself with how little he noticed around him. What he did notice however was the shop just past the bar, and in particular the postcards, many of which had various Pokémon, all in the signature green aprons of the Café, and all in provocative positions, along with various other drinks and knicknacks adorning the shelves, a squat Furret in the back fussing with one of the shelves, back turned to the entry as the group walked by. “Here we are, room eight!” exclaimed the bunny, opening the door to the room for the brothers, beaming with the same bubbly energy she’d had the entire time. “I’ll be there in a second, can I have you pick the waiter for the evening for him? I’ll tell you a few of his preferences to make it easier.” asked Craig, wanting to make this a truly special evening for his younger sibling. “Of course! We’ll be just a moment.” replied Cheryl, grinning a knowing smirk at the Rhydon. Slate himself had already walked into the room, and nodded at the Lopunny as he passed, leaving the two to talk while he took in the room for the evening. It wasn’t extravagant as it was just a ground floor room, but it was nice. It was reminiscent of a hotel room, with a king sized bed, table and chairs, and a dresser. The room wasn’t small by any means but with two Rhydon in it space would feel a bit cramped. He took a seat in one of the sturdy built chairs and opened the menu to the drinks page, he’d start slow with a beer, and then to the entrees he went. The food looked like it was cooked in a Michelin-star kitchen, everything sounded and looked incredible, with options for carnivores and herbivores like the Rhydons. He was still looking through the book of a menu when he heard the door open, giving way to Craig and Cheryl. “Can I get you anything to drink to start with? Your waiter will be here in a moment, he’ll be slightly delayed,” inquired Lopunny. “I’ll take a pint of Blue Moon,” answered Slate. “Ditto,” added Craig. “I’ll have those here in a flash!” replied Cheryl as she cheerfully bounced away, shutting the door behind herself to give the brothers some privacy. “What do you think? Pretty nice right?” asked Craig, nodding around the room. “Isn’t one of the upper floor rooms, but for a first time experience, it’ll be more than enough.” “It’s certainly bigger than I imagined it to be, and it’s certainly not been like any café I’ve been to before. The menu is massive also, I’m impressed with the selection. The dessert section is a bit overdone it seems though, it’s nearly twice as large as the appetizers and entrées combined.” answered the younger Rhydon. “What’s good to eat here? I’m having a hard time deciding.” “I usually go for the impossible burger or the nachos, a beer, and for dessert it’s really dependent on my mood for the day. The Lucario and Eeveelution desserts are all worth trying though. I’ve yet to be disappointed by any of them.” “They name their desserts after Pokémon? That’s different.” stated Slate, a look of mild confusion on his muzzle, trying to make sense of the pieces not fitting the puzzle. “It’s a whole thing here, it’s the café’s main selling point.” answered Craig, buried in the dessert section of his menu. Neither of the brothers had noticed the door opening up, lost within the menus and their conversation. “I personally prefer grilled salmon with a chardonnay, with a Floatzel for dessert.” chimed in a third voice, startling the brothers from their focus on the menus. Before the two stood a male Floatzel, just three and a half feet in height. He held himself with an air of confidence and a glint of mischief in his azure eyes. Currently those pools of azure were looking Slate over, then glancing over to Craig, then back again, comparing the two as he made his way to the table, holding two pints of beer. His cream stomach fur was mostly covered by a green apron embroidered with the same elegant letter on the entry doors, marking him as a waiter of the café. “It’s a little on the nose for a Floatzel, but you can’t go wrong with it. The name’s Loch, and I’m quite pleased to be your waiter for the evening, big fella. It’s also good to see you again Craig! Who’s this you’ve dragged along with you tonight?” “Name’s Slate, I’m his younger brother that he brought along here on a bet.” answered the younger Rhydon, looking down at the water-type. “Well, what can I get you two to eat?” asked Loch, clicking his pen and pulling a notepad out of the apron. His eyes stayed more on the newcomer than the older Rhydon, he was entranced, something about him just drew the Floatzel to him, maybe it was his size, or those maroon eyes. Whatever it was, something drew him to the large rock-and-ground-type, he couldn’t get enough of his form. “I’ll have the impossible burger with a side of fries.” ordered Slate, looking at the menu still. “Nachos for me, and some fries as well.” chimed in Craig. “I’ll have ‘em right out for ya! Feel free to peruse the menus in the meantime, see if there’s anything else you’d like from it.” the Floatzel replies with a wink, turning to take the order to the kitchen, his tails lifted up, leaving his rear on full display, along with the back of his orange furred nutsack, held tight to his crotch, typical of a water-type. As he rounded the corner of the doorframe he looked back, glancing to see if Slate had seen, a playful smile on his muzzle as he shut the door once again. Slate couldn’t help but stare at the Floatzel as he walked away, entranced by those hips and tail, an entrancing rhythm that lured him in, ushering him to watch and lose himself in the smoothness of the otter’s fur. He didn’t realize he was even staring until he felt a gentle elbow in his side and a “Yo, Earth to Slate, come in Slate.” from Craig “Huh? Sorry, I was just lost in thought,” answered Slate, flustered and suddenly aware of a stirring between his legs. He shifted to help prevent an embarrassing moment for the younger brother. “Damn, you really are oblivious aren’t ya? Alright, if ya say so.” replied Craig, not looking convinced at his younger brother’s excuse. He returned back to his menu, still looking through the dessert section as Slate noticed. With a glance down to his own he made another realization, why was the dessert section so big? This was a café with a night club and a bar, not a bakery or restaurant. The more he thought about it he got more curious, and so he too flipped to the dessert section. What he saw made him go wide-eyed and gasp under his breath. There, in front of him, was the answer to why things weren’t adding up. On the first page of the desserts section was Typhlosion barkeep, named “Jack” according to the page in some rather provocative positions, with some basic facts about him and his preferences in the bedroom. From the photo of the typhlosion’s backside with his legs spread, his short tail doing nothing to conceal that almost perfect pink pucker and creamy backside of his nuts, to the shot of him pulling the apron to the side, exposing that pink taper, easily one of the biggest Slate had ever seen on a Typhlosion. With a turn of the page a whole new Pokémon graced the Rhydon’s vision, a Ninetails this time, tails splayed out beneath him as his dick laid across his belly. Upon his muzzle was a sultry look, his crimson eyes staring through the camera into his soul, apparently this one named “Firenze”, with the same interests and stats about him at the bottom corner. Slate had gotten himself lost in the images already, was the whole dessert section like this? This was certainly more than he’d bargained for if so. Next page, A vaporeon with her tongue out and tail hiked high and chest dipped low, unashamedly showing off her slit and tailhole to the camera as she looked towards the camera with a smirk. As he stared, he had to know, was Loch in here? Did he want to find out? Curiosity won the battle and the page flipping continued revealing a male Lucario next, in just as a erotic position. A Flareon was next, then an Absol, and finally his question was answered. In front of him at the top of the page in flowing cursive letters the same azure as his eyes read “Loch” across the top of the page. To the top left read his preferences, and position. “Usually dominant, versatile in position, open to new experiences. Waiter since 1/2025.” The first photo of the page featured the Floatzel laying back in an inflatable tube, an orange furred paw upon his member, a pink-colored, tapered length that ended in a broad, shallowly pointed tip that was anointed by a clear bead of pre-cum. His other paw rested behind his head, lifting it to show off the sultry look plastered across his muzzle, his mischievous azure eyes half-lidded as he looked at the camera. Beneath the first photo was a second, and it showed Loch in what could only be assumed as the gardens of the Café based on the meticulously tended flora around the Floatzel. He was only half hard, only the first couple inches of the Floatzel’s spear free from the smooth furred sheath, the spire not even reaching up to the water drop shaped oasis of orange among the cream of his belly. He had a rose to his nose, a gentle smile almost hidden by the flower, a more serene but still erotic photo of the waiter. “Yo, Slate, Earth to Slate,” said Craig, his voice startling Slate as he looked up to his brother. “You’ve been staring at that page for several minutes now, find somethin’ you like?” “You cheated on the bet!” Slate accused giving him a gentle punch to his arm. “I may have skewed the odds into my favor a bit, yeah, but I can tell you Loch there is definitely into you.” replied the older Rhydon, chuckling as he looked at the flustered look on his brother’s face. “No he isn’t Craig, he’s just doing his job. That isn’t being into me.” Slate replied, rolling his eyes. “When we walked by the bar, Loch took a shower of beer because he was staring at you and wound up walking right into another waiter. It’s more than just his job, and you know what that means.” Craig replied, a shit-eating grin stretching from ear-to-ear. “You’re a bastard sometimes you know that? Fine, you win the bet. Now what?” asked Slate, admitting defeat. “Dinnertime, then I’ll find another waiter for dessert. Keep an open mind tonight, and enjoy yourself. He won’t do anything if you don’t want to, but I can guarantee he’s a sweet guy. They don’t hire trash here, Jack does a good job vetting all the staff, especially the waiters.” answered Craig, the smile gone. “Seriously, just have fun tonight, I won’t force you to try to get his number.” “Nah, a bet’s a bet, the worst he can do is say no,” replied the younger Rhydon. “Now tell me, who did you find? I know there’s some good looking ‘mons in there. Don’t be shy, I’ll share who I’m lookin’ at if you tell me who you found.” “Loch, I found Loch’s page, and he’s definitely out of my league,” sighed Slate “Without paying him that is.” “I still don't think Loch sees it that way, and I’m lookin’ at Rain Flower. Something about that Vaporeon is calling to me tonight.” said Craig with excitement in his voice. Before the brothers could continue their conversation, the door opened once more as the Floatzel made his way back into the room, carrying the brother’s food.“Bon appétit! Dinner is served!” exclaimed the enthusiastic Floatzel who beamed up at the two brothers as he set the plates upon the table. “Can I get either of you anything else?” “If you could set up a room with Rain Flower, I’d appreciate it.” requested Craig “Other than that, I’m good.” “I’m good also, thank you Loch,” added Slate. “Just give me a ring when you’re ready for dessert, handsome, and I will set a room up for you,” replied Loch as he winked at Slate before walking towards the door with his tails lifted once again, hips swaying back and forth, giving the already riled up Rhydon a show as he left. “Oh yeah, he’s definitely into you. No doubt about it,” said Craig as he watched the orange-furred water-type slip through the door. “I caught that one, but that’s still just him doing his job, he works at a brothel Craig, this isn’t out on the streets,” replied Slate before he started on his dinner. A few moments later after his first bite, he looked down and examined the burger. “This is great, probably the best veggie burger I’ve ever had.” Slate said, surprised by the quality of the food “Guess you weren’t lying about the food at least. Oh and Craig?” “Oh yeah, they got some good grub here, and yeah?” “Thanks for getting me out. Even if you’re a bastard for cheating on the bet, I appreciate it. It’s nice to have something different for a change.” Slate said, being genuine with his brother as he started on his meal again. “Not a problem, and I’m glad you’re enjoying the evening out,” replied Craig, before he began eating as well. With both of the brothers starving, they turned their focus from talking to savoring the delicious meals that’d been served to them. Friday, 8:21p.m. Both the brothers had finished their dinners in short order, and after a few moments Craig stood up with a grin and spoke. “I do believe that you have a Floatzel waiting on you though, so I’ll let you have some privacy. When you’re ready for Loch, just press the waiter call button, it’s next to the phone.” “Gotcha, thank you,” replied Slate “He won’t do anything you don’t want him to, and will stop the moment you say for him to. Yeah it’s a brothel, but they pride themselves on their stellar customer satisfaction. They truly aim to please.” Craig said as he stepped towards the door. “I’ll be just a phone call away if you need.” With a click of the door being shut, Slate was left alone in the room with his thoughts. “Well, suppose there’s no delaying it any longer.” he mused as he stepped towards the bed, testing it before sitting down on it, his back to the headboard. He could see the button next to the phone, it was on the wall, a simple white button. It called to him, promising a night he’d remember. Slate steeled his nerves and pressed the button, a soft backlighting to the button letting him know the signal had gone through. Slate’s mind raced almost as fast as his heart, the butterflies in his stomach creating turmoil as he waited. What would it be like? Would Loch be disappointed by his lack of experience? Did Loch actually like him, or was he just flirting because it was part of his job? How would he perform, would he be judged by Loch for it? Would he actually enjoy it? What did he want to do with Loch? Slate’s thoughts were interrupted by the door opening as Loch entered the room, the Floatzel still wearing nothing but his apron and a smile. He seemed to radiate an aura of happiness “I hope dinner tasted as good as you look.” the orange water type teased as he hopped up onto the bed to join Slate. “You’re a flirt, you know that?” Slate responded as he felt his face flush ever so slightly at the compliment. “So I’ve been told, but is that really a bad thing?” teased Loch as he scooted close enough so that he could lay his tails across Slate’s own. “So, what do you like? Anything you want to do?” “I…I’m not sure…I don’t really have experience with this aside from a dildo I have at home, and even then I don’t use it much since I’m so sensitive inside. I know I usually have to get off several times for it to actually take care of being horny.” Slate replied as he looked toward the bed between his legs, embarrassed by the truth and his own words. “So I’m going to be one of your first experiences?” Loch replied, voice ever so slightly softer than before. “You’re going to be my first.” Slate answered, his voice almost a whisper. “I’m honored to be your first.” Loch replied, reaching over to rest his paw upon Slate’s arm. “As for not having much experience, would you trust me to take the lead? I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, and the moment you seem uncomfortable I’ll stop, I promise.” “I think I’d like that actually, if you don’t mind. I’ve always had an issue with being in control. It’s one of the things I don’t like about where I work. Dad owns the business so I’m sorta expected to eventually run it, but I have no interest in it at all. I’d rather my brother just take it over. He’s always enjoyed the work anyway.” Slate responded. “I would be happy to. If you’re getting uncomfortable or want to stop, just say “Red” or tap my thigh twice, I’ll stop immediately. The absolute last thing I want is for your first time to be a negative experience.” Loch said as he rubbed Slate's arm to comfort him. “I appreciate it, thank you Loch. So, uh, what now?” replied Slate. Loch didn’t reply with words, instead he straddled the Rhydon's thick tail and leaned against his powerful chest. As Slate started to say something in confusion, the Floatzel leaned up against him and pressed his lips to Slate’s. Loch didn’t hold the kiss for long, only a second or two at most, but the effect was immediate on Slate. Wordless, mouth hung ajar, and cheeks that burned with the inferno that burned within a Typhlosion he’d just crossed a line he never had before. “That,” Loch said as he moved a paw from Slate’s chest to his cheek and kissed the Rhydon again, longer this time. The water-type didn’t stop with just his lips this time. Loch’s tongue grazed the dual-type’s lips, asking him for entry. Slate was all too eager to grant the water-weasel entry, and Loch took it. His tongue pressed in and slid along the larger male’s warm, broad tongue, pressing down upon it as it passed over the submissive’s tongue, hungry for his affection. He was happy to give it to the Floatzel as he reached a large paw up to rest against Loch’s lower back as he lost himself in the kiss. He could see why this was so romanticized now. He felt weightless, like he was flying in a dream. The only thing that mattered in the world right now was the Floatzel that was against him. Loch’s paw gently stroked along the drill-pokémon’s jaw as he held that kiss as long as he possibly could. His tongue pressed and explored as he closed his eyes, he wanted to make Slate’s first time special. He had been many a customer’s first, it came with him being a waiter at the Café, but for some reason this time it felt different. For some reason it felt special to him as well, it felt right. It surprised the water-type, usually the kissing was just for show, but here he was getting into it, he wanted to stay like this for as long as he could, locked lip-to-lip with Slate. The two stayed pressed against each other, sharing the same breath until Loch finally broke the kiss as something pressed against his front. “I think we might be a little overdressed.” Loch said as he lifted up just enough to look between them and see the loincloth slid off to the side, its effectiveness betrayed by Slate’s endowment. He was by no means small, as would be expected of one size and stature. He couldn’t truly compare with him still wearing the apron, but Slate appeared to be bigger than him by a factor of almost two-fold, he was certainly blessed. Slate had to be double-digits in length, the impressive member rose as a spire of flesh from his crotch, adorned with a trickle of clear pre-cum that’d been smeared along the water weasel’s apron. His length was alien when compared to the Floatzel’s. Lightning-bolt shaped and flanked by an elongated half-oval shaped wing to either side of the shaft towards the middle, it was truly unique for the Floatzel. “Oh, damn, you really are a big-boy aren’t ya? And with such a fun shape as well.” Loch said,slightly awe-struck by the impressive member. “T-thank you,” Slate replied, his face on fire from embarrassment. “Here, let me match you, it’s only right.” Loch said, a sultry look on his muzzle as he stood up and unfastened his apron to take it off. He threw it to the floor, leaving him fully nude as he straddled Slate’s thick tail, his orange furred nuts and member leaked as he exposed himself to the other male. Gravity pulled his own spire down against Slate’s erection, showing off how absolutely dwarfed in size he was compared to the Rhydon. “Don’t need this either, not that it’s doing any good at hiding this monster right now anyways..” Loch said as he leaned down to unfasten Slate’s loincloth. Slate offered not even the slightest hint of discomfort or resistance as the Floatzel stripped him nude. The only real indecency that was revealed was Slate’s nutsack, each ball just smaller than an orange in size, enough to fill both of the Floatzel’s paws with a single one. The sack itself sported the same tan coloration of Slate’s belly and was drawn up slightly into the Rhydon's body, keeping them less conspicuous compared to the aroused member. Now with nothing left to hide, Loch leaned in once more and kissed Slate, his shaft ground up against Slate’s own, making him huff shiver as for the first time in his life it wasn’t something of his own that touched his spire, and he gasped at the warmth. Loch’s paw didn’t return to Slate’s cheek this time however, instead it dipped southwards and held the two aching malehoods together against Loch’s body as he ground his hips against Slate’s. As the two members rubbed against one another Slate would gasp and moan softly into the kiss, muffled by Loch’s lips and tongue, the exposed flesh sensitive to touch. Loch explored and learned his partner as he went and it became more and more apparent as he continued that while Slate’s hide was tough and lacked too much sensitivity, his more intimate bits were made ever more so. It would explain his comment about the dildo earlier as well, but it did raise a question for Loch, just how big was the dildo if he was too sensitive for it? He’d start slow with Slate then and take things along a slow-pace he could keep up with. It didn’t take long for the two lengths to become a slick mess of the two’s combined pre-cums. Slate in particular had become rather productive, the dual-type’s length leaked liberally over Loch and himself. He’d never been teased and toyed with to this extent, let alone at all, and it left him hyper-sensitive to any sort of touch. The Floatzel was enamored with the Rhydon, there was no doubt in it at this point, everything he did felt like had more meaning than just giving his all for customer service. As much as he’d like to stay like this, lips locked with the Rhydon with their shafts glazed in a layer of pre, there was more he wanted to show Slate. Once again their lips parted, a string of saliva connecting the two as they panted. “Holy shit..you taste amazing.” Slate said, the Rhydon breathless and stunned from Loch’s affection. “That’s just a taste of what’s to come,” Loch replied with a sultry grin. Loch pressed away from Slate to add his other paw to the first upon both their members, and held them together as he ground his hips into Slate’s. The effect was immediate on the Rhydon, his breath caught and he involuntarily bucked up into the Floatzel’s paws and shaft with a groan. Loch, upon the reaction, doubled down and humped into his paws as well, working the Rhydon’s shaft with a sly smirk upon his muzzle. “Loch…I’m not going to last long.” Slate moaned out, the large male’slength profusely leaking pre. “Let it happen handsome, cum for me Slate,” Loch huffed out, watching the Rhydon’s length as he pressed onwards. He didn’t have to wait long, and with a hearty moan Slate erupted for the first time that evening. The large member throbbed once, twice, and on the third time the first rope of Rhydon nut jetting forth from the tip of Slate’s member. The white heated fluid jetted forth from the tip of Slate’s member and splattered back down across his stomach and chest. Rope after runny rope followed, haphazardly being fired across Slate’s stomach. Occasionally Loch’s length would get caught in the messy spray as he’d grind forward, causing the ropes to coat the Floatzel dick in fresh Rhydon cum. Slate’s climax proved he’d be messy to work with, but that only added to the fun. Loch didn’t stop his hips until the Rhydon’s climax stopped. When Slate finally came down from his orgasmic high his front was a mess of his own seed. Loch wasted no time though as he made a show of collecting some of the spent seed in a paw that he then held above his open muzzle. With Slate beneath him, the Rhydon had the perfect view to watch his own seed drip down into Loch’s maw, right onto his waiting tongue, then noisily the cum was swallowed down. “Not bad, although I think you should have a taste too.” Loch said as he grabbed another pawful of Rhydon cum. Like the first it disappeared into his maw, but he didn’t swallow this time. Instead, he once again locked lips with Slate. Once more that tongue slipped into Slate’s maw. Slate’s spent seed spilled onto his own tongue as Loch’s tongue invaded his maw once more. The two tongues danced together as Slate panted into Loch’s maw making his cum spread across both tasters. He’d tasted himself before when curiosity had gotten the better of him, but having it fed back to him by another male made it taste better twicefold. He pressed into the kiss as his member stirred back to life, the thick taper leaving a trail through the cum in its wake. Loch didn’t hold this kiss for as long as the first, and after he made sure that the Rhydon had gotten a good taste of his own seed he once more pulled back from the larger male. “Told you it tastes good.” the Floatzel teased before he stepped off Slate’s tail and added “Now do me a favor, scoot down the bed so you’re laying flat on your back. It’s a little bit of an awkward angle for me to work with for what’s next.” Slate, eager to continue his adventure, happily obeyed Loch and scooted himself down the bed until he laid flat on his back. “There we go, that’s better.” Loch said as he leaned down to Slate’s tailhole and kissed it. Just like his pole Slate’s hole was equally sensitive and that kiss produced a soft gasp from the larger male. Loch’s ears perked up as he heard that gasp, and with a sly smile he kissed that star again. Loch moved from kisses to wet licks to prepare the Rhydon’s backdoor. As that tongue worked itself time and time again across that pucker, Loch would scoop some of Slate’s spent cum and glaze it over the hole he was buried tongue deep in. While most of it would make it to the Rhydon’s hole, some would miss and get on the Floatzel’s nose, not that he minded the mess. Every motion of Loch’s was filled with care and affection, and as he rimmed the Floatzel slowly rubbed Slate’s inner thigh. He could feel his achingly hard shaft that dribbled pre-cum beneath him onto the bed that formed a damp spot that grew the longer he licked. He couldn’t help himself any further, and as he rimmed that tight Rhydon hole he reached to his aching mast and slowly stroked over it to tease himself. He had no plans to waste his first climax into the already dampened cover of the bed, but he simply couldn’t resist any longer, he was getting riled up by the very handsome Rhydon’s huffs and soft moans as he buried his snout deeper and deeper under him. Meanwhile, Slate had reached his full mast once again entirely thanks to Loch’s expert administrations of pleasure. His tongue pressed more and more firmly with every pass until finally Loch reached up to help spread that hole and slip his tongue into Slate’s rear. The smaller male slowly worked his wet tongue in and out of the Rhydon’s hole, the slick muscle being used expertly to add his saliva to the needy orifice. Every lick elicited a new huff, whine, or moan from Slate, the Rhydon had long since left his worries of his first time behind, he wanted this. wanted it more than anything he’d wanted ever before. Any worries that he might have had were long since forgotten, all that mattered right now was basking in the pleasure being brought unto him by Loch. Every push of the Floatzel’s tongue granted the smaller male more ground and let that tongue push deeper and deeper into Slate. He knew his tongue wouldn’t be enough to properly lubricate Slate for his first time, but he could certainly enjoy himself as he tongue-fucked the Rhydon’s ass. As the dual-typed rhino relaxed further and further that sphincter offered less and less resistance, and let that tongue explore deeper into the labyrinth of his hole. Loch could feel Slate’s body become ever more relaxed as he grew accustomed to having another inside one of his most intimate regions, and with the subconscious encouragement he doubled his efforts. Loch’s paw moved from the Rhydon’s inner thigh to the base of that lightning-bolt shaped phallus where it would rub in a slow orbit. Loch forewent his own pleasure, and his other paw joined the festivities to gently rub and massage Slate’s heavy nuts. The rhino-Pokémon leaked down himself, his clear pre-cum dribbling down the sides of his length to Loch’s paw where it soaked into his cream paw fur. The Floatzel never stopped his tonguing of Slate’s hole, and as he watched a bead of pre leak over his fur he let his paw travel further up the spire of Rhydon in its grasp, all the way up to those wings that adorned the mid-shaft. As Loch began to work those flares upon Slate’s member the Rhydon moaned out, a discovery that the Floatzel promptly exploited as his tongue pressed deep. Whenever he’d push his tongue into Slate’s ass his paw would graze over one of those flares, an action that earned him a hearty moan and caused the Rhydon to grind into his face. The water-type could feel that shaft throb and his nuts draw up as he worked the other male over, a warning that heralded a soon to come second climax. Loch wanted to feel the Rhydon erupt into a geyser of liquid pleasure once more. Loch knew that the neediness that had crept into the Rhydon’s moans and groans of pleasure foretold him that his desire drew near. The Floatzel didn’t have to wait long before Slate erupted once more. Slate let loose a roar of pleasure that announced his second orgasm as his hips bucked into the water-weasel’s paw. Like a fountain of jizz, Slate's member fired a rope of heated cum a couple feet into the air before they fell back onto Loch’s paw and muzzle with a lewd, wet, splattering sound. As Slate’s member jetted his seed into the air the Floatzel adjusted the aim to maximize the mess the Rhydon made, ensuring his cum painted not only his own muzzle, but also his belly once again. Rope after creamy, heated rope splattered down as Slate lost himself in a fog of euphoria, the second climax more intense than his first of the evening. Slate panted and groaned as his climax began to ebb away to a weak dribble that leaked down his shaft and pooled in his crotch. Loch had to rumble to himself, pleased with his handiwork once more as he pulled his tongue free from Slate’s taint. “Damn you sure make a big mess.” Loch said with a grin as he looked over Slate’s release. “Sorry, can’t really help it, ” Slate huffed, face flushed from Loch’s words. “Nothing to be sorry for, I think it’s hot. Plenty to enjoy and play with.” Loch replied, a sultry smirk on his muzzle. “That felt amazing,” Slate said, mind still hazed by his own euphoria. “And that was just the foreplay,” Loch teased, crawling forward to grind his leaking prick against the base of Slate’s messy member. “We haven’t even gotten started with the main event.” Loch crawled on all fours to the nightstand and retrieved the bottle of lube that every guest room kept stocked. As he slowly made his way to the nightstand his dick dribbled and dragged along Slate’s leg and smooth stomach, leaving a trail of his pre-cum in his wake. Once the bottle had been retrieved he returned back to his spot between Slate’s legs and once more straddled that thick tail. Loch uncapped the bottle and squirted some of the thick, slick lube onto his pole he’d ignored for the most part up until now. The Floatzel’s cock throbbed as it felt the familiar sensation of the cool lube dripping onto it, like it knew what came next. A bead of pre leaked from the tip of his shaft as it hovered just over Slate’s saliva slick tailstar. “Are you ready?” Loch asked as he rubbed the Rhydon’s thigh as he dribbled onto that hole. “Y-yeah. I’m ready, just go slow at first,” Slate answered as he watched Loch. Loch nodded and pressed his member down until his tip prodded against Slate’s hole, and then slowly started to push in. The reaction was immediate from Slate, a sharp gasp then a drawn out moan as he felt himself get stretched by another male. True to his word, Loch took it slow. He fought every fiber in his body that screamed at him to rut the Rhydon beneath him. While he wasn’t large, the words of Slate reminded him it was his first time and that helped to steel his urges. Loch didn’t push in all the way to the hilt, instead he only sunk his first inch in and let Slate get used to the sensation, something gentle and easy for the Rhydon to get used to at first. Slate’s hole clenched and squeezed around the intruder, and as he grew more relaxed to it Loch started to push in again with gentle grinds. He moved only a half-inch at a time as his hips rocked back and forth, and with every rock forward he’d slip just ever so slightly deeper than before. He took his time, every shallow thrust made just a little bit more progress than the last, and before the two knew it, Loch’s sheath kissed Slate’s tailhole, fully hilted within the large male. Slate panted as he felt Loch’s hips meet his own, feeling the most intimate of kisses for the first time in his life. To him it felt incredible, he was in heaven. While Loch wasn’t even close to Slate’s size, he was the perfect length to press against the Rhydon’s prostate every time he pushed forward into him. When Loch found that pleasure button inside Slate, he ground up against it while he let the Rhydon get used to the full girth of his prick. Every time he pressed into that hidden sweet spot Slate moaned out and his cock throbbed, hard once again thanks to Rhydon naturally having a fast recovery time. “Holy fuck…this feels amazing Loch,” Slate panted out, eyes shut as he basked in the waves of pleasure that washed over him. “Look who’s talking, you feel great around my dick,” Loch replied as he reached for Slate’s member once more and started to slowly stroke above the wings. After a minute or two Slate’s hole squeezed less and less firmly around Loch’s pole, a reassurance to the Floatzel that he was ready for more. Loch was more than happy to give him just that as he pulled almost entirely free of that relaxed hole and then slowly sunk back in until once more his hips pressed against Slate’s rear. “You’re doing great Slate, lemme know if it gets uncomfortable for ya.” Loch said as he once more drew himself almost entirely from the Rhydon. Those words seemed to fall on deaf ears as the large male took a proper dick for the first time in his life, his moans and huffs spoke for him instead, and they were encouragement enough to the Floatzel to stay his course. Loch slowly rocked himself in and out of that hole that gripped him perfectly, his pre-cum mixing with the lube as he fucked the Rhydon’s ass. Once he’d gotten into a smooth rhythm, hips being pumped into that divine hole as his paw worked that shaft, Loch leaned down and wrapped his lips around Slate’s tip and started to suck on the first inch or so of the other male. He worked like a fine-tuned machine; hips, paw, and maw worked in tandem to pleasure the Rhydon. The added stimulation proved too much for the Rhydon and his hole clamped down on that length as he erupted for a third time, this time directly into Loch’s awaiting maw. As the Rhydon unloaded into that warm mouth Loch hilted himself once more into the bigger male and ground into that pleasure button. The effect was immediate, Slate’s orgasm racked his body as jet after jet of warm Rhydon nut fired off into Loch’s maw. The smaller male kept up with the flow, every spurt was followed by a swallow as he kept up with the impressive load mostly, only a small dribble of white managed to escape his skilled jaws and run down his chin. As Loch felt the jets of seed weaken in force he pulled off the length and let Slate add another fresh batch of cum to the mess on his stomach. He stayed pressed up against Slate, that poor hidden treasure under an endless assault from Loch’s prick. As the water-type felt the hole relax once more he resumed his thrusts, long and full with a satisfying kiss of sheath against hole with every push. Once he’d built himself back up to his original rhythm the Floatzel shifted position and moved his paws from that shaft. He braced his paws on Slate’s chest to give himself more leverage for his hips. With the new position, Loch finally began to pick up the pace of his thrusts, and added more force to them. Every thrust ended in a muffled smack of smooth furred crotch against firm hide as Loch’s member speared itself ever deeper within Slate. The Rhydon panted and groaned with each thrust, lost in the sensation of having another male inside of him. Loch didn’t have to be large to make Slate feel filled, and every thrust did just that for the big male. His hole milked and spasmed along that Floatzel dick that spread his rear, trying its best to make the Floatzel unload into his depths. The efforts weren’t in vain, but Loch was experienced and pushed through the delightfully overstimulated convulsions of the dual-type’s ass without being overwhelmed. Occasionally as Loch thrusted in a squeeze would catch him off-guard and he’d groan in delight as he pressed on in gusto. The smug water weasel smirked as he started to stroke the upper portion of Slate’s member in time with his hard thrusts. The reaction was intense, Slate’s paws gripped the bed and his claws dug into the fabric as a fourth climax threatened to hit, not even fully recovered from his third yet. Each pump made the Rhydon groan or huff loudly, his eyes held shut by the overwhelming pleasure that washed through his body like a flood of warm carnal ecstasy. While Loch was experienced, he couldn’t hold out forever, reminded to him by a familiar building sensation that bubbled in his groin he pushed onwards. Every thrust ended with a muffled but audible thump as his first climax drew near. He fought to hold his own climax off as long as he could, but with an audible gasp his thrusts grew more erratic and he finally hit his crescendo of pleasure. Loch finally hilted himself as deep as he could, hips pressed firmly into Slate’s ass as he throbbed deep within. The first and second throbs were dry, but the third erupted deep within with a jet of heated water-weasel seed. Loch moaned out as he held himself to Slate, rope after rope of Floatzel cum painted his hidden heaven white. Every jet of cum pooled together within Slate's rear, the fertile Floatzel seed easily felt by the sensitive male’s hole. As Loch filled that tight Rhydon ass with his essence Slate laid his head back and moaned as he hit a fifth peak. With his member sandwiched between Loch and himself, the cum painted the Floatzel’s stomach, adding to the mess that already existed from his previous climaxes. The water-type didn’t care about the mess, the moment just felt right, the warmth of their shared orgasms taking the two to cloud nine. Slate in a haze reached behind Loch and wrapped his arms loosely around the smaller male. Loch huffed and kissed Slate’s chest, his breath ragged from the exertion of their copulation. He couldn't place why, but the embrace felt right, like he belonged here, in the Rhydon’s arms. Despite all the customers he'd had before, none of them had ever had this effect on him. He'd always been able to perform like his normal duties were, but he didn't want to return to his shift, this felt more important. “That was…that was…wow.” Slate panted, his climax finally having ebbed away after he'd spent his climax between the two males. “Glad I could make it amazing for ya big guy.” Loch replied dreamily as he looked up at the exhausted dual-type’s muzzle. “It definitely was, thank you for being my first Loch,” Slate said “I'm honored to be,” the Floatzel answered as he rubbed the Rhydon’s side idly. “I do gotta know, if you don't mind sating my curiosity, what was the bet between you two, and who won?” Slate's muzzle flushed as the bet was brought back up, and by the one who was currently balls deep within him still. “I…He's always going on how this ‘mon did this, or this one was eye fucking me, and that people hit on me all the time, I just don't notice it. So he bet me that I'd get hit on or have somebody staring at me within 10 minutes of being here, I bet him I wouldn't.” “And the stakes?” Loch inquired with a smirk, more intrigued now. “If he won I had to ask for the ‘mons number and pay for the evening. If I won he would pay for everything.” Slate answered. “Lemme see your phone, and unlock it for me.” Loch said, those eyes full of mischief once more. “I…huh? Okay…” Slate said, confused at the sudden command, but he did as Loch asked and retrieved his phone from the nightstand beside the bed. A few taps later and Slate handed Loch his phone. In the Floatzel’s the phone looked almost comically oversized. His paws tapped on the screen, and finally after a minute or so he turned it around so Slate could see. On the screen was an “add contact” screen, with all of the info filled out, a red heart emoji next to the name “Loch”. The Floatzel made sure Slate saw it, and then tapped save. “Wanna guess if you won or lost the bet?” Loch teased as he handed the phone back to Slate. “I…you can't be serious, really?” Slate stammered, eyes wide from surprise. “I don't normally give my info out, customers can always find me here, but you…I'd like to see you again, even more so when I'm not on shift. If you want to of course. I get good feelings when I’m around you, something's different. Something just feels….right. You make me feel good, and I don't mean that just because I'm still balls deep in you.” Loch said confidently. “You mean…like a date?” Slate asked as he finally started to fully process what just happened. “It's a good thing you're pretty, I definitely mean it as a date. You're the first customer I've ever given my number to.” Loch teased as he rubbed the Rhydon’s chest. “Holy fuck, you're serious… Of course I'd love to go on a date with you!” He enthusiastically replied. “Now as for the other part of your bet, don't worry, tonight's on me.” Loch added, then kissed the Rhydon once more. “You sure? I don't want you getting in trouble,” Slate said. “Absolutely, my treat. I'm not taking no for an answer about it,” Loch retorted. “Thank ya, I appreciate it.” “My pleasure,” Loch said smugly as he lifted himself up a bit to survey the mess Slate had made between them, and pulled free of that now claimed ass. As he lifted up the Rhydon’s spent cum clinged to Loch’s fur for a moment before it dripped back to the dual-type's belly. There was no doubt cum had reached the sheets beneath them, and as it dripped from the Floatzel’s chest like a cum lava lamp even more would join the puddle of Rhydon essence. “Damn you make a mess.” Loch complimented as his now half-hard member slipped free of Slate's ass. As the Floatzel’s tool slipped free a flood of fresh cum followed moments after, productive himself as most water-types were. “Damn, haven't blown a load like that in a long time.” He added as the weasel watched his seed spill free. The smaller male crawled a few steps forward, now closer to Slate’s muzzle before he rested back down, his spent member draped over the Rhydon's own. The sensation of the larger cock against his own caused him to stir again, but he wanted to just stay close to the Rhydon. His arms wrapped around what he could of that barrel chest. “You did great for your first time cutie, you felt amazing around me.” Loch’s words made the Rhydon grow flush all over again, the big male was putty in the Floatzel’s paws. He didn't have to be bigger or stronger, and that type advantage didn't matter either. Loch’s words, his confidence, that mischievous gleam and smile, they all made the Rhydon feel like an Eevee. He felt comfortable to relinquish control to the water type. And he couldn't deny that part of him loved it also. If he hadn't already spent five loads already, he had no doubt he'd be in a haze, eager to serve the dominant male's needs and desires. To be his. “Thank you, sir.” He didn't even realize that last word had slipped out until he saw Loch’s mischievous gaze “Sir hmm? You know that title can have strings attached to it, right?” The Floatzel said, his nose to the Rhydon’s own. “I know.” Slate replied, the Rhydon felt like his face was molten lava. “I don't mind you calling me that, it's kinda cute coming from ya. Though we should definitely go on a couple dates before making that official outside the bedroom.” Loch teased. So the Rhydon wasn't entirely naïve thought Loch. That just added to the mystery for the water-type. He wanted to explore Slate, what other naughty thoughts and fantasies did he have? What ones did he not even know he had yet? It only made the big rhino more intriguing to the Floatzel. His thoughts were interrupted by a ding from Slate’s phone. The Rhydon lifted the screen up to read the text from Craig. “Worth losing a rigged bet?” Loch, from his angle on Slate’s chest could read the message as well and he smiled as he spoke “You know you don't have to go home tonight right? You got the room for the evening. I could even stay with you if you wanted, though we should probably get new sheets and shower if you want that. We did make quite the mess after all.” “I think I'd love that actually, it sounds nice.” Slate replied with a smile as he typed his response. “Absolutely worth it. You're still a bastard though lol. Keeping the room for the night, don't wait on me.” Once he'd hit send he put the phone back on the nightstand where it dinged again a few moments later, only to be ignored by Slate who once more found his lips pressed against Loch’s own. He could feel the Floatzel’s length swell again, ready for round two. As Loch hardened once more, one of his paws slipped down to his prick once more, and he lined up with the opening of Slate's sheath. While the big male was fully hard he in no way would have fit inside, but with that length softened up significantly he slipped in after a few moments. Slate moaned into the kiss as the Floatzel’s dick slid into his leathery sheath, still partially occupied by his own member. After that tip slid in that paw remained as a guide until sheath lips kissed sheath lips, Loch’s crotch buried into Slate's own. He'd never toyed with the inside of his sheath and it made it just as sensitive as his used rear. As the Floatzel’s taper squeezed for room inside Slate’s sheath, the turgid length leaked pre-cum. Every motion forward and back frotted the two members against one another. Slate didn't complain or even feel slightly uncomfortable with the new experience. Loch made sure of that as he started to thrust into Slate's sheath. Every thrust drug Loch’s nuts over the Rhydon's own cock, and in turn the Rhydon’s seed smeared even further. The two never broke the kiss as Loch pressed onwards, his needy length being pushed as deep as it could go into that delightfully overfilled sheath. It only took a few minutes of Loch breeding that leathery tube that distended along the two members before his pre started to leak out, though it was helped along by Slate's member that swelled with the attention once more. As it returned to its full length it would push Loch’s own member free of the pre-filled sheath, just as he felt his second climax build. The water-type finally broke the kiss as he felt his shaft slip free. He wasted no time, and moved up so he straddled Slate's stomach. His paw pumped his length as he looked down at Slate, close to his second peak. “Open your mouth for me.” Loch commanded. Slate happily obeyed and opened his maw just as the Floatzel blew. Splatter after splatter of heated water-weasel seed jetted forth from his tip and haphazardly Slate’s face and tongue. The Floatzel didn’t really aim his prick, he let his seed fly and land where it sprayed, his length getting stroked the entire time. As that cock was pumped by the Floatzel each spray of his seed erupted in a different area, ensuring he got a wide coverage of tongue and muzzle. Pearly white Floatzel nut splattered mostly into Slate’s maw and coated his tongue, providing him a good taste of Loch’s cum. Slate moaned as he leaked his pre onto his own messy stomach, the seed was a welcome new flavor to him. He’d tasted his own before out of curiosity and enjoyed the flavor, and to taste another male was a treat to him. Salty with a muted sweet tone to it, Loch’s seed was like candy to the Rhydon. While his second orgasm wasn’t as fruitful as the first that’d been pumped under Slate’s tail, Loch still produced quite the load for the submissive rhino. Every throb of his pride peaked with a jet of more Floatzel cream, the last few throbs gave only a dribble of seed that leaked down Loch’s nuts before finally his climax ended. Loch panted as his climax subsided and left the orange-and-cream weasel in a haze of euphoria. Behind him, Slate’s impressive dick prodded into the Floatzel’s back, leaking, ready for one last round. The water-type couldn’t help but smirk as he felt it poke him and he turned to lay on his back on Slate’s stomach, his thighs wrapped around the base of the member. Once more the water-type took the rhino’s dick in his paws and stroked slowly. With expert experience the Floatzel worked the Rhydon’s shaft. Pre leaked out of the z-shaped member and onto Loch’s stomach, the clear fluid only added to the mess that was already there from when he laid in the Rhydon’s spent nut minutes before. The water-type could feel Slate’s chest rise and fall as he breathed heavily from the attention to his member. Paws and thighs stroked the large male, Loch’s pink paw pads had long since become slick with the combined fluids of the males as he worked the wings that adorned the Rhydon’s member. He could feel cum on his back and his front now, it was impressive how productive Slate was really, especially to somebody half his size. With the focused attention to the wings on his cock Slate couldn’t help himself as he started to buck up into the Floatzel’s paws and thighs. Pre smeared across Loch’s form as that shaft ground into his body and paws. Slate’s member throbbed in the weasel’s grasp, to the inexperienced male the Floatzel was perfect in every way possible. To Slate, Loch seemed to know his own body better than he did, every move was practiced and deliberate. Every motion pleasured the Rhydon further and it didn’t take long for him to feel his sixth climax build. Loch knew he was in the line of fire for Slate, and wanted just that. He wanted to feel the Rhydon’s impressive load paint his front and coat the cream fur with his cum. He didn’t have to wait long before Slate groaned and his member began to twitch again. The Rhydon’s member erupted once again in spurt after spurt of hot rhino cum. As that member throbbed and jetted Rhydon seed across Loch’s front, the Floatzel huffed audibly from the warmth. Every spurt elicited a grunt from Slate, the Rhydon lost in the cloud of euphoria from his climax. Slate’s climax petered out after a few moments, the jets turned to weak spurts that turned to a dribble that made a mess of Loch’s front, oases of pearly jizz among the sea of cream and orange of his fur. The larger male’s member entirely covered the Floatzel’s bits, hiding the flaccid but fully revealed weasel dick from view as he painted that frontside with his essence. In the aftermath of the deluge of Rhydon nut from a multitude of climaxes left Slate breathless and finally properly spent. He panted as he rested his paws upon Loch’s front, his dick sandwiched between his palms and Loch’s own member. The two male’s spent members rested against one another, both of them alight with post-climax bliss. They cuddled like that for a while, neither male in a rush to let the moment end and separate from the other. They were more than content to rest, the Floatzel atop the Rhydon, soaked with their combined cum and pre. Saturday 9:00 a.m. The sound of Slate’s phone alarm woke the pair of males from their slumber. Gentle chimes and tones rang in a melody that played in a short tune on repeat. “Well shit, guess I forgot to turn that off.” Slate said as he groped about for the noisemaker that had so rudely awoken the two. “It’s all good, we probably overslept anyways.” Loch replied as he gave a kiss to Slate’s lips. “Probably should get going soon though, as much as I want to stay here with you. Got a few errands to run today.” The Rhydon replied, finally silencing the nuisance as he found his phone. “Same here honestly. I’d love to see you again soon though.” The water-type said as he gazed into the larger male’s eyes. “Absolutely, the sooner the better.” Slate replied “Later today I got another shift, but I’m free tomorrow if you want.” Loch suggested, nose to nose with the big rock-type “Sounds good, want to meet here around six?” The larger of the two said as he rubbed the water-type’s back. “It’s a date.” Loch answered as he kissed the large male once again before he slipped off his boyfriend to let him get up.