FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Ah, early summer evenings, he thought as he walked up the sun-drenched path. The air was warm, and the smell of nature wafted through it with a gentle slowness, the aromas curling into a sweet taste on the tongue. The only sound came from the trees around him as they whispered in the light, refreshing breeze, and the plants among the foliage as they basked in the sunlight.

Canid sighed in contentment as he walked barefoot along the path. As adamant as he was that winter was far preferable to summer (he was a wolf, after all), he couldn't deny that summer had a certain...

"Je ne sais pas..." He smiled to himself, just wandering along the path, barely glancing at the plants to either side of him. It was good to just wander; to accomplish nothing as one meandered through nature. He always loved doing this.

And he loved it more because this time, he was in a strange land - one he'd never before visited. A whole new world to live in, a whole new world to see, a whole new place with a brand new attitude...

He pushed back a branch, when there was a flutter, and a brown, bird-like creature flew past his muzzle. As if in answering, a purple creature, a large white hand on the end of it's tail, swung through the trees after it - while a small grey canine ran after the both of them. "Yena!"

He chuckled at the spectacle.

The world of Pokémon.

It was truly amazing.

The small path was actually alive with activity if you looked, countless of the small creatures running around, engaged in their own lives. Beedril and Butterfree flapping through the trees, Ledyba nesting among Sunflora, Poochyena, Houndour and even the occasional Vulpix leaping through the undergrowth - that's what really made this new land.

Still, he thought as he sighed heavily in contentment, he'd had enough of nature for one day. He'd been walking for most of the afternoon - his ship hidden several miles back. He didn't want it to be found - and he definitely didn't want to have any niggling thoughts distracting him this evening.

As if on cue, the path in front of him turned to the left, and the trees thinned. A car sailed along a road near him, if the sound was anything to go by, and a wave of distant chatter and laughter was carried on the breeze. Canid's ears swivelled, as he pushed away another branch, revealing the large building of his destination.

And it was large indeed - three floors towered before him. The sun beat down on it, illuminating the criss-cross of glass, redbrick, wood panelling - a veritable symphony of materials.

But what really drew his sight was the large sign that was attached over the door. In the true style of this land, large and bold, Canid read the two words as they shone in the sunlight, and smiled a mischievous smile as he began to walk slowly, yet eagerly, towards the entrance.

"Café Plaisir"

Outside two wide-open wooden doors stood a female Lopunny. She wore a long, green apron - and by the looks of it, nothing else, noted Canid with an involuntary smile.

The Lopunny saw Canid as he approached, and with only a moment's hesitation, smiled and curtsied. "Welcome to Café Plaisir!" Her voice was high, and ringed with optimism. Canid smiled back and tipped his muzzle to her. "The evening's here, would you like a room for the night?"

Canid shook his head. "No thank you" he replied, "I'm just..." He took a glance inside. There was a small hallway, very well lit, leading to a room at the end - he couldn't yet see what was inside it. "...browsing" he finished, giving a small wink. The Lopunny smiled back at him.

"No problem, Sir. Head right on in!" She curtsied again, and Canid headed in. His heart almost skipped a beat.

The hallway was brightly lit, with a hint of pale yellow in the lights, giving a homely look. The sun shone in a few steps, which Canid took, savouring the feel of it on his fur it slid down, and finally off his footpaws. The carpet - a bright mix of colours - was soft underfoot; very soft, he noticed. Then again, since it was rare for any Pokémon to wear shoes, he shouldn't have been surprised. A murmur and clattering was heard from the end.

And yet, he didn't hesitate as he walked down the hall, and through the open doorway at the end.

The first thing to hit him was the warmth inside - almost as if it was a rival to the bright sunlight. The second was the sight - a number of circular tables, all covered and laid, and a multitude of people at each one. Humans and Pokémon, noted Canid. Many were engaged in rapt conversation, others sat drinking and eating, some were even doing all three.

And around the tables walked a number of other Pokémon, all different species and genders - From Gallade to Sandslash, Arcanine to Zoroark. Each one of these wore aprons, some of them held trays, some menus, some notepads - and some were just standing and chatting to their customers. The atmosphere was undeniably casual and friendly.

And as Canid stood there, the atmosphere was definitely something else too - tasty. A barrage of smells wafted from the far side of the room, where an elegant wooden bar stretched along the wall. Behind the wall, he knew by smell that there would be a crowd of Pokémon cooks, all preparing meals.

He began to weave his way through the tables and chairs. What surprised him most was that no-one was giving him much of a glance. This world wasn't one of anthropomorphic wolves - or wolves at all, in fact. But everyone was content to let him go unspeculated. He shrugged - I guess this place is a bit more accepting. He chuckled suddenly - maybe they just thought it was a really good fursuit!

He reached the bar, and stroked his paw along the counter as he sat down on a barstool, leaning back against the varnished wood, and looking out contentedly across the sea of tables.

"Evenin' friend!" said a friendly voice, in a familiar accent too. "On the house!" Canid's ears swivelled to the sound of a glass sliding along wood, and he reached out a paw to grab it without even looking. He turned his head - it was quite clearly a mohjito. Smiling, a thought sparking in his head, he looked to the source.

Leaning on the bar, not a few metres away, was - and he couldn't help but admit this - the hottest Typhlosion he had ever seen. He blinked and smiled, looking at him - the bright eyes, the toned figure, but especially the smile expressing a (currently, at least) hidden mischief and cunning thoughts.

Canid turned on the stool, facing the newcomer. "Check, check..."

The Typhlosion raised an eyebrow. "Yew checkin' me ah't already?" He winked as he said this, his voice employing a lilt of fun.

"...and check" Canid finished, leaning against the bar, and looking back at the Typhlosion, white hair falling across his cheek. He raised a paw, and began counting. "Irish accent, the hottest damn Typhlosion in the land, and, how shall we say this...a 'fun' personality?" It was Canid's turn to wink. "You must be Jack."

The Typhlosion tipped his head, his eyes sparkling. "That I be. Now who'd be telling yew some info' like that now?" He began stepping closer, tracing a paw along the bar.

Canid leaned in when he got close enough, and whispered a name into his ear. Canid leaned back again, and watched Jack's eyes light up in recognition - then momentarily glazed over as memories replayed in his head. A smile crept along his muzzle. "Ah - now that'd explain it..."

Canid stroked the wood with his fingers. "Our - 'mutual friend' - was the one to tell me about this place."

"Nah can ya blame 'im?" Jack replied with an even stronger grin. "I'd say he had quite a significant paw inta helpin' this place get ta where it is today, and all..."

Canid grinned back. "I don't doubt it" he replied. Jack nodded knowingly, and then looked to his left.

Canid turned to as a man slid up to the bar. "Two Sambucha, please" he requested smoothly.

"Comin' raht up" Jack said, turning, reaching for one of the multitude of bottles on racks behind him. Canid sipped his drink - Mmm, it was good...

The man turned as he waited, looking at Canid. He studied him for only a second, before saying, "You ain't a Pokémon, are ya?"

He shook his head - "Nope" he replied. "I'mma Wolf" The man nodded, then collected the drinks from jack, and turned away. Canid turned back to Jack, as he leant on the bar again. "People aren't...well..."

"Questionin' ya species?" Jack finished. Canid nodded. "Well, when yew come to a place like this an' all, yew gotta have a certain...open-mindedness, now. Be it large - ya species - or be it smaller - where ya come from."

Canid tilted his head. "You know where I come from, huh?"

"Now, mah friend, don't tell me yew don't think ah can recognise an accent now! Ya English, ain't yew?"

The wolf nodded eagerly. "Damn right, there! ...and, of course, you'd know, wouldn't you?" He took another sip. "Is this your homeland, or..."

"Nope!" he countered. "I was born in Ireland. Across the sea, like yew"

Canid smiled and shook his head again. "I'm from a tad more than just across the sea..."

"So I know" Jack replied. Canid looked up questioningly, but he'd already stepped back. "Excuse me, friend" he said, and disappeared through the door behind the bar, back into the kitchens. Canid fingered his glass, sipping occasionally, glancing at a young, female Zoroark in a pink apron as she walked out of the kitchen, carrying a plate of food. His thoughts wandered from the hot Typhlosion to his main reason for coming here...rather vivid images, formed from his imagination, slid teasingly through his mind.

Jack reappeared a few moments later, and slid back along the bar to him. "Nah, mah friend... we can 'ave what yew like immediately. Would you like ah little something here first, or are yew gonna be headin' straight there?"

Canid blinked, though he didn't break the smile, and leaned in. "I haven't even told you my name, let alone what I'm here for. What makes you so sure you know?"

"Come nah, Canidae, yew think we'd 'ave such good business if we did things the...'traditional' way?" He smiled cunningly. Canid could only hold the look, while his mind raced in a sheet of bewilderment. Jack lifted his paw, revealing a silver key, tipped with a light blue and yellow colour. "Tha' room's on that. Make sure yew enjoy yaself, now..." He grinned, this one definitely a naughty grin, and winked slyly.

Canid nodded slowly, and took the key. He downed the last of his drink, and then slid a paw into a pocket hidden on the inside of one of the lengths of fabric hanging from his belt. He pulled out a ten dollar note, and laid it on the counter as he got up.

"Come now, ah said it was on tha' house!" Jack seemed to complain. Canid turned his head only slightly, looking back at him, and winking very slowly, walked off towards a hallway to the side. He's not the only one who can bewilder the other, he thought, then giggled. It was a silly thing to do really - but ah heck, who cared?

He set off down the corridor, holding the key in one paw. The hallways were quiet themselves, but still buzzed with the chatter and the aroma wafting from the bar, both of which faded as he followed the signs away from it.

This café is big, he thought to himself. It was more like a hotel, with this number of rooms. A door opened to his right, and a large male Luxray padded out, mane tussled. Canid gave him only a quick glance, before checking the key. He opened his paw, and looked at it. "G1" it read, just like before, the letters engraved ornately into the blue and yellow sections of the metal. This was one place that had an eye for detail, he admired.

He walked for only a short while, staying on the ground floor, until he met a sign hanging down from the ceiling. "Inner Garden (G1)" it read, with a large arrow pointing to the left. Canid turned; before him was a small seating area, and at the other side were a set of two elegant, expensive-looking windows that cast ornate shadows across the customers that lounged around him. They flanked a door, wide open and glaring with sunlight. Not breaking his stride, Canid walked through it.

Yet again, his senses were bombarded from the change in scenery. He'd found himself outside, in the open air. The area was sort of a squashed square; the wall to his left was covered in ivy beneath a balcony and fronted with a variety of bushes. The other three were similarly ivied, and large windows were high up on these walls showing some upper dining area, and then above them.... Canid held up a paw to shield his eyes - imposing over the entire scene was a giant mirror, reflecting the sun down into the garden, even now in the evening where it was low in the sky. As for the sky itself, it was streaked with washes of orange.

The garden itself was substantial - a collection of trees bore so many leaves that it created a barrier for the eye. The ground underneath was lush and grassy - probably at least partly artificial, but who cares, thought Canid - and dotted with a gratuitous helping of ferns, flowers, smaller bushes; all what you'd usually find in a small, luscious, perhaps utopian wood. A path seemed to surround the trees, hugging the wall and coated in gravel. It was on this path that Canid stood now. The aromas of summer flowers and thriving trees caressed his senses.

He glanced around - here? All he'd heard about were rooms, he didn't know they'd loan out a garden for this. He sauntered up to one of the trees, leaning against the trunk - but then...

There was a rustle of leaves behind him, and he turned, looking up. On the branches above him sat a blue-yellow, jackal-like creature. A band of black around his head, from which came four head-tails at the back of his head beneath two long blue ears. His relatively thin torso was covered in a thick yellow fur, from which came a large white spike. His arms were blue, with black 'gloves' on the paws, from which came another two spikes. His hips and thighs were larger, and covered in shorter blue fur, like shorts, and the rest of the legs were black, though most of these were covered in a black apron wrapped around his waist. His blue tail was curled around his back.

The Lucario looked down at Canid with a neutral expression, his muzzle rather thin and long, giving his face a more feminine look. Canid leaned back against the trunk as he made these observations, beginning to smile. "Hello" he said finally, casually.

The Lucario, still sitting on the branch, moved out his tail from behind his back, to show the end coiled around a glass. He moved the tail down to Canid, who took the glass, giving it a sip through a straw. This was something new - a sort of fruity taste, a light texture - but definitely alcohol.

"So what's your name, stranger?" Canid asked, looking back up at him. The Lucario settled down.

"I'd think that you'd be the more stranger here." His American voice was soft, and higher than he'd expected. A distinctly feminine voice - well, more feminine than the one other 'Lucario' Canid knew.

Canid nodded. "I was beginning to wonder if anyone would notice at all" He took another sip of the drink.

"We tend to not judge here, as you probably know"

"Knowing what goes on here, I wouldn't be surprised." Canid replied with a chuckle, sipping again. The alcohol really was...something. He didn't know what it was, but it felt good. Canid could feel the signs of impending tipsy-ness.

"We satisfy both hungers here, remember. And I at least try and make a point to satisfy one before the other." The Lucario stood on the branch, reaching up to a higher one. Craning his neck, Canid could see a tray nestled in the branches. A clink of plate on metal could be heard as he retrieved something, and then, crouching down, offered Canid the plate. It had strips of meat, dotted with various red berries.

Canid gently placed the half-full glass on a nearby flat branch and, making sure it was secure, took the plate, and began to eat slowly, keeping his gaze on the Lucario. "Now..." Canid started. "I still haven't had the pleasure of knowing your name"

The Lucario leaned back, lying down on the branch, a very casual pose, his apron hanging between his legs. "Nature" He replied with a smile, looking back.

"Nature? Rather...abstract" Canid replied. The food was delicious - he couldn't help but wonder what kind of meat it was, and where he could get them. And the berries complimented it perfectly!

The Lucario nodded. "But you can call me Natt"

Canid stopped eating for a moment. "Natt? Isn't that more of a...female name to have? I know it is where I come from."

Natt sat up, crossing his legs, letting his apron hang off his hips lazily. "Some may say that I'm not that male myself, if you catch my meaning." He leaned in closer.

Canid looked back, a spark in his mind. Of course...this Lucario did seem very female to the eye, and the ear. They were more alike than it seemed. He reached over, and took a long drink from the alcohol - and again, that refreshing, unknown feeling returned as the fruity liquid slid down his throat. He felt his heart rate increase, along with his breathing. And...it was evening too, was it really getting hotter?

He looked at the glass, then back to Natt. He was still sitting cross-legged, but his face wore a smile of knowing...cunning, even.

Canid quickly added two and two. "The food. The drink. They're laced"

"Now, that's an accusation..." Natt replied, stroking the branch absent-mindedly with one paw. "Do you really think we'd do such a thing?"

Canid gave him a lop-sided grin. "Not if it wasn't to some kind of end..."

Natt's paw worked its way down the branch to the trunk. Leaning like he was, his paw could just touch Canid's shoulder - and he did, tracing a claw along his fur. "In either case, and for your information, they aren't..."

Canid hesitated, and then took another drink anyway. "In that case, it must be what they're made from."

"Now that..." started Natt, raising up on his legs and leaning further forwards, his paw tracing across Canid's black, low cut top to the top of his chest, showing above the wide collar, where he began to stroke it. "...is much better"

Canid murred involuntarily from the stroking. He finished drinking the rest of the alcohol, and put the glass aside, taking up the plate. He licked his lips - he could feel it now, the lofty happiness that alcohol adored providing.

Natt smiled, crouching on all fours on the branch as his paw explored the fur on Canid's chest. His paw and half-unsheathed claws acted in symphony as they massaged him, the Lucario leaning in closer.

Canid took two of the berries from the plate, and inspected them. He didn't know what they were, but they were definitely part of this feeling. He took one in his teeth, and swallowed it after a few chews, releasing the smooth, tangy flavour, making his body shudder internally. He looked up, still holding the other berry, and offered it to Natt.

Without a slight bit of hesitation, Natt nipped it from Canid's paw and ate it, resuming his gaze at Canid. Canid could only look back as Natt brought his other paw from the branch, and rested it on Canid's other shoulder. Their muzzles were mere inches away now.

"I'm hoping one hunger's satisfied..." He said, more of a statement than a hope. Canid grinned back, opening his muzzle slightly. "Let's start on the second..." With that, he leaned forward, planting his lips against Canid's, engaging in a kiss.

Canid murred, a wave of pleasure going through his body as he brought up his paws to stroke Natt's cheeks. After only a moment, Natt's tongue pushed easily in Canid's muzzle, and Canid in turned sucked on it, his own tongue tasting Natt's. It must be the berries, and the drink, he thought - but the Lucario's mouth tasted heavenly, a wild taste, of berries and flowers, and...nature.

The kiss lasted for minutes, each one alternately tasting the other's mouth with hunger. Natt began to murr along with Canid, his paws moving down his torso, past the embroidered logo of Redemption, then slipping under the low cut top, pressing against Canid's chest. Canid moaned involuntary - the berries were making him more receptive to the pleasure.

Natt broke the kiss eventually, using his paws to lift up the top. Taking the cue, Canid leaned forwards against Natt's paws, and slid the top off over his head. Now all he wore was his shorts, and the lengths of fabric attached to his empty belt.

As Natt rubbed his paws freely along Canid's chest, Canid slid his own paws down Natt's body, his claws stroking through the long fur. When they reached his waist, he felt the fabric holding on Natt's apron, and, pulling they loops around the back at the base of his tail, undid it. The black apron fell to the ground without a noise. Canid let out another murr as he realised the Lucario was now completely nude.

Natt grinned, moving one paw. And by the feel of it, he was going to join him. The paw slid down to Canid's waist, where it fingered the band of his thin shorts, stroking against the growing bulge in them.

Canid moaned, gripping Natt's waist and looking back at the Lucario. Natt was wearing a definite grin of naughtiness.

Canid felt the Lucario stroke him sensually, then realised that where the Lucario was, he couldn't reach any lower. He moved a paw down Natt's arm, stroking the fur, to his shorts. Slowly, yet without hesitation, he pushed the shorts down, letting them fall to his footpaws, and he kicked them away. While they were still falling, he'd moved his paw to his belt, where he undid it, letting it fall after them.

That was it - they were both fully naked now. Natt looked down, and Canid followed his gaze - his revealed sheath was already as large as it could be, his cock sliding out slowly. Canid's breathing increased some more. A drip onto the ground made Canid look up. Hanging down underneath Natt was his own cock - pink and undeniably large - emerging from his own blue-furred sheath, in front of a similarly large, blue sac. Canid took a sharp intake of air in amazement - It must have been nine inches in length, at least. Strange, for a femboi...but then, he wasn't exactly complaining...he could see plenty of it now.

His train of thought was stopped as Natt slid a paw around Canid's sheath and cock, massaging it gently. He couldn't help but moan again, his cock sliding from its sheath to its full length in seconds. My, how that paw could massage. Canid's eyes were slits as he leaned his head back against the trunk in pleasure.

Natt rubbed the tip, and Canid murred again as it leaked pre. Natt spread this out over the tip and then down the length of the cock, murring back in agreement, then let go, moving his paw back up the wolf's body.

Gripping the fur on Canid's shoulders tightly, Natt leaned forward and took one leg from the branch, bringing it forward and stroking Canid's side with it. Canid took the cue, and gripped his torso - as Natt took his other leg off the branch.

Supported by both his and Canid's paws, Natt curled his legs around the wolf's waist and crossed them over his tailbase, which he rubbed with his ankles. Canid could feel him press down, his cock sliding against the Lucario's rear. Both of them moaned in unison.

Natt gripped the fur at the back of Canid's neck tight, their noses touching as Canid shuddered from the pleasure. Natt grinned back into his eyes, moving, sliding his rear over his cock, until it reached his tailhole. Looking down between them, Natt took a deep breath, and together they lowered him down, Canid's pre-lubed cock sliding slowly, pleasurably, into him.

Canid was the first to cry out, the tailhole seeming a fit perfectly around his cock. Natt followed, facing Canid again as he was slowly penetrated.

It didn't take long for Natt to fully slide down Canid's cock as they both lowered him. He still held Canid's fur, but it was only to keep him in place - he wouldn't fall now. They both took a few seconds, panting heavily in arousal, before moving again.

Still holding Natt in his paws, Canid began to slowly lift him up, pulling his hips back as he did, and then brought him back down again for a second thrust. They both murred, Natt nosing Canid's chin. Like Natt's, Canid's muzzle hung open from the pleasure.

Canid moved his paws from Natt's torso, instead curling one paw around the base of Natt's tail, keeping it lifted, and with the other he gripped his rear. Using this as leverage, he began to thrust in and out slowly, letting the lubed cock slide slowly with his movements.

Natt still held Canid's scruff, moaning, the blue and black fur on his face tinged with red from a blush, his own eyes slits like Canid as he moved up and down in time with Canid's movements. Natt's cock lay against Canid's stomach, moving in time with the thrusts, leaving a trail of pre down the white fur, matting it.

"Ohhhh..." Canid moaned as he continued his slow movements, each time sliding his cock in to the sheath, and out again. He could feel his stomach matt with the pre, but this only compelled him to go faster. His body was radiating so much heat now - those berries really have an effect, he thought through the pleasure. He gripped Natt's rear as hard as he could, leaving his claws sheathed, as he got progressively faster.

The tree was shaking now in time to the thrusts. Canid opened his eyes wider to look at Natt - the blush was barely visible, but the closed eyes, the open muzzle, and the tongue hanging out of the side, dripping saliva on Canid's chest gave away that he was enjoying it.

Canid growled gently - time to change this a bit. Holding tight onto Natt's tail and rear, and sliding his cock into Natt again and holding it there, he turned around. Natt leaned back against the trunk, Canid on the outside. Natt's paws moved from Canid's scruff to branches on either side, as he looked down. Natt's own cock now rested against his stomach, standing proud from the pale yellow fur, his knot beginning to show at the base.

Canid resumed the thrusting, making Natt moan this time, his long blue ears lying flat against his head as Canid humped the Lucario. Both were shivering in pleasure now, Canid's tail wagging back and forth with each thrust, with each wave of pleasure as it emanated from his cock. He could feel his own knot begin to grow, making it harder to thrust in each time, the ball of flesh stretching Natt's tailhole.

Both were approaching ecstasy - that was clear now. Both knots enlarged, their faces displaying expressions of pure lust and pleasure, Canid thrusting as fast as he could - until he could thrust his knot in no longer. He continued to pound the Lucario's ass with the rest of his cock, each time getting harder, trying to push his knot in.

Natt moaned and cried out with each thrust, gripping the branches tight, his own tail wagging back with Canid's. He pushed back against the knot each time - Canid could see the lust, see the wish for him to be filled with not only the knot, but his seed as well.

Canid wasn't about to disappoint him. His thrusts slowing, but getting more powerful, he slammed his knot against the tailhole, finally pushing it inside. They both cried out, Canid in pleasure, Natt with pleasurable pain as his tailhole was stretched around the knot. Canid humped the Lucario what little he could - but it was all he needed as the pleasure reached its height.

Canid's orgasm sent a wave - no, a cover - of pleasure through his body, right to his toes and fingers. As it hit, he moved his paw off Natt's tail, and brought it round the grip the Lucario's knot, his fingertips brushing his sac, squeezing it tight. Canid's cum spurted into Natt's tailhole, sending Natt into a loud cry, the pleasuring of his own cock sending him across the same threshold.

To match the large cock, Natt has a large load - the first spurt of cum hit Canid in the face, the rest hitting his muzzle or chest, or even back over Natt himself. Many strings of thick cum were sprayed from his cock before his orgasm began to die down, Canid's too, the flow of his seed inside Natt slowing to merely a trickle.

They both stayed like that, locked in the twin climax for a few minutes, panting out of rhythm, trying to gain their breath back. Canid looked down at Natt, tongue lolling out, a few lines of cum on his muzzle, dripping slowly down onto Natt's soaked stomach. Natt himself looked back up after a few moments, giving a similar lop-sided grin.

"Well..." said Canid finally. "The service is excellent..." He took his paw off Natt's cock, and wiped a bit of cum from his muzzle with one finger. "...but I think the cleaners missed a spot."

Natt giggled a bit, licking a drop of cum that had landed on his lips. "I'm glad you found the service...satisfactory" He replied, smiling.

Canid wrapped his arms around Natt, lifting him off the tree, both of them still tied together. He turned, holding him, and sat down, leaning back against the trunk. Bringing his legs up, he let Nature lean back against them.

A movement caught his eye, and Canid looked up at the balcony above him - but he couldn't see anything. It had been a flash of something...ah, he had probably just imagined it.

He noticed the sky through the leaves - the bright, orange-streaked cyan of earlier had already given way to a deeper, royal blue as twilight swept across the heavens.

Natt noticed Canid looking, and leaned back, settling his rear on Canid's hips comfortably, watching the sky through the branches. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" He remarked, and then looked back to Canid. "I spend almost all my time outside, I do everything here. Eat, sleep...even my services." He stroked a paw across Canid's chest, winking. "It's why they call me Nature."

Canid glanced back at him, before looking around. The sun had gone below the reach of the mirror, and the garden was growing darker with shadows as night approached. His ears twitched, sounds of distant chatter all but obscured, not even a breeze to whisper against the plants. The smell of the flora became less potent as the air grew cooler - not uncomfortably so, but the coolness that makes one feel...

He sighed in contentment, shuffling as he settled down. Natt bobbed on his hips. "Perhaps...I will stay for a night...or two." He returned his gaze to Natt. "I think I'm going to enjoy my stay" He remarked happily. Natt nodded.

"Don't worry." He replied, a smile of mischief. The Lucario leaned forward, stroking a matted paw along Canid's muzzle slowly. "...we'll make sure you will."