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Firenze

“ Unemployment"

“Now is the winter of our discontent, made glorious summer by these sons I see now…"

The professor's comment was greeted with a polite chuckle which rippled through the assembled crowd of black-garbed figures that milled around the green. With a noticeable smile, the elderly speaker continued.

“…for you are no longer pupils or students under our guidance. This world has seen the bleak veil of literary darkness for countless years, as if a great creature has been waiting with baited breath. With with your coming, may it now let out a sigh of prosperity as this nation we serve is led out into a new golden age."

The crowd was now shuffling, the ebony mass streaked with red as many of the assembled graduates grinned in embarrassment at the words flowing over them. The professor, indeed, had a flair for the dramatic…

“Ah, for friends, if I may be so bold to call you that, it has been the goal of my life to teach such a… superlative amassment of some of the future's finest minds. For once, I feel fulfilled…" A fellow professor behind the speaker leaned over to one of his colleagues, muttering something under his breath with a half-grin. The latter rolled his eyes, nodding. “And the year before that, too…" he was seen to reply, to those who could lip-read.

“You are now, every one of you, English Majors – and you should all be prideful of this. But now, I must leave you. We can teach you no more, and the world awaits your patronage. At last, it is my sorrow to bid you a final, everlasting, adieu."

There was silence as the man lowered his head, as if to shed a tear. A few claps pattered about the back of the crowd, before the rest broke out into an uneasy applause. The professor who had leaned over before now stood to take the stand, patting the elderly man on his back.

“Thank you, Professor Shakespeare." he joked, to another flicker of laughter. “If you can all rise…"

Among the black-robed crowd, a large, vulpine figure watched in specially-designed garb. The mortarboard, almost cliché, felt like a trophy as it sat between his two large ears. There was a glimmer of gold as his tails twitched behind him, and his eyes sparkled a ruby red as his gaze beheld one of the many teachers he had known for so long. As the speaker continued, Firenze allowed his mind to swim in the glory. This was one of the Ninetales' greatest days.

“…to which end," the speaker concluded, “I am pleased to call you all, graduates of this college."

As one, the crowd let out a great cheer, and a cloud of mortarboards sailed into the air. Firenze tossed his head, and added to the eruption of sound with a short jet of flame.

If only the victory wasn't so bittersweet, he pondered as the crowd began to mill around, the hubbub of voices rising quickly. The last few years of his life had been difficult, exciting, challenging and wonderful all at the same time – and he wouldn't have missed a second. And now, at graduation, he had but one regret.

If only he had a job.

* * *

The heavy air of the bar, the shouts and cries of patrons in various levels of intoxication, and the complex, upbeat music spewing from numerous speakers were all too familiar to Firenze, who sat on his haunches on a low stool by a corner of the bar. His eyes were focused on the drink by his paw, but his attention was so very, very distant.

He'd spent four years of his life in a set routine. Attend the lectures, make notes, copy up the notes, learn and relearn, all in anticipation of the next test or exam. This had been his life for so many years, and now…nothing. He felt like he was on the edge of a great unknown precipice, with no visible path, his future seeming suddenly devoid of, well…anything. A Pokémon graduate was still relatively uncommon, but what call was there for an English Major of any species? The common joke of arts students and unemployment, which many had made before, had finally materialised before him. Facing it now, it seemed nigh insurmountable…

So deep was his cogitation that he didn't even notice the human figure sit down around the side of the bar, looking deeply at him. It was a few seconds before his eyes refocused, and he looked up with a start.

“Hello." he said, simply. It was as good a greeting as any, he reasoned.

“Hey, sorry to bother you. You're Felix, aren't you?"

Firenze recognised his usual name, his eyes quickly flicking up and down the girl's form. She couldn't be any older than late twenties, her thick black hair tied into a ponytail as it lay over her shoulder, tumbling down her front. She wore a tight white shirt, which might have been considered formal if it wasn't cut at the base to reveal a small amount of tanned midriff, and at the top too, showing a not very modest amount of cleavage. She leaned over with a friendly smile, and dark brown eyes which seemed to sparkle with a hint of expectation.

“Indeed I am. Who might I have the pleasure of addressing?" Firenze responded in his usual polite manner, and extended a golden forepaw. The girl took it without taking her eyes off of him.

“I'm Sandy. I've heard you're the first Pokémon English Major to graduate from this college." The tone of her voice undulated musically, her accent putting her from somewhere in the southern United States. “You must be very excited, right?"

Firenze gave a small nod. “It's a big event for me, yes."

“I can imagine…" she replied with a toothy, pearl-white grin. “You get good grades?"

“Some of the best, as I've been told." the Ninetales replied.

“Great!" Sandy responded enthusiastically, pulling at a bag over her shoulder. “I'm sure it must be good moving on, yeah? Where are you going after this?"

Firenze's tails twitched, and he let out a small sigh. “Well, I'm afraid I don't know just yet. Seems that there isn't much of a call for English Majors, Pokémon or otherwise…"

“So you're lookin' for a job then?" She smiled, one hand grasping at the strap of her bag.

Firenze gave a huff, looking away for a moment, making sure any of the bar's employees weren't in earshot. “Yeah, but knowing how these things go, I'll probably end up waiting tables somewhere…"

There was a pause, and he looked back at the girl; her eyes were alive as she took him in.

“Is everything okay?" Firenze asked after a moment.

“Well, I'm with an establishment down south. We're looking for a few good-looking guys to do some special work."

Firenze inwardly rolled his eyes. A recruiter. He knew from experience that such routes were usually for the most menial and lowest paid of jobs, doled out by those who knew how to catch someone in a bad place who'd be willing to do it for a few months until they were no longer needed. He'd made a promise to himself, many years ago, to never fall for them.

He gave a small chuckle. “I thank you for the compliment, but…"

“But you don't think the job's good enough?" Her smile never faltered as she leaned in. “What if I told you that this is gonna be full time work, above minimum wage, very flexible hours, on-site accommodation, on-site kitchens, with a permanent position if you're good enough?"

His mind was throwing up red flags everywhere, but there was still a part that was beginning to reason things out. Was she telling the truth? What special work was it? And anyway…what kind of recruiter dressed in such alluring clothes? Surely, enticement tactics wouldn't go that far…

Firenze nodded slowly. “I'd ask why you had to go out recruiting. A job like that would have applicants from coast to coast."

The girl cast a conspicuous glance over her shoulder before she continued. “The work is somewhat… unique. Specialised, even…"

Firenze tilted his head to one side, and his eyes flashed. “If that's so, what makes you think I have the right skills?"

At this point Sandy smirked. She leaned further forwards, crossing her arms on the bar as she put her face close to the Pokémon's muzzle. Firenze had no choice but to take in her cleavage, his ruby red eyes flicking between it and her face. “Well…" she started, and Firenze felt his heart beat faster as his mind began to race.

“That's something you'll need to show me…"

* * *

The skin beneath the vulpine's paws was warm and smooth, and sharp claws slipped out from his light-coloured fur for a tighter grip; a lustful moan slid through the air, intermingling with growls and pants of pleasure.

The girl rolled her body under the Ninetales, her crotch pressing roughly against his as she slid her hips back and forth, forcing Firenze to grip tighter as the feeling spread through his body in waves. Her lower lips were wrapped tightly around the Pokémon's length, the large, black knot pressing against them as juices and pre dripped onto the bedsheets beneath.

Firenze looked down at her. The recruiter from the bar gyrated beneath him with a lewd grin, several spurts of dried cum covering her naked torso. Her hands gripped the long fur around the Ninetales' front, tugging him closer as she wrapped her legs around his hips.

“Mmm, you can be rougher than that with me…" she grinned, looking deep into his eyes in the near darkness. Firenze gave another growl, planting a hindpaw firmly on the bed as he rammed his hips forward, knot straining at the girl's lips. His hips shuddered before rapidly thrusting into her in the way only a feral can. Sandy's eyes closed as she arched her back in pleasure, her cum-soaked breasts bouncing with each thrust of the vulpine's hips.

“Mmmm, oh yeah…oh, fuck…" she panted, tugging harshly at the Ninetales' fur. Her feet curled beneath several of Firenze's tails, pulling him closer. He growled again softly, pulling his hips back further to deliver another thrust, more powerful now, before resuming the quick, rhythmic humping. The black flesh of his cock throbbed with the ache of a coming climax.

Quickly, he pushed himself forwards, lifting the female's hips high into the air as he did so, all four paws gripping the bed now. He slammed his hips against hers, looking down as the girl and watching as her face held an expression of pure bliss.

Firenze's hips spasmed, tails thrashing in the air above him, and his body shuddered as the second orgasm of the night suddenly washed over him. He felt his cock pulse suddenly, cum spurting deep into the girl he stood over in several large spurts. The air was filled with pants and moans from both as the Ninetales stopped his thrusting, black tongue hanging from the Pokémon's muzzle as he enjoyed the pleasure seeping through his form.

After a few minutes, he lowered his body, letting Sandy's hips drop too until she lay on the bed, which sank beneath their combined weight, the bedcovers soft to the touch. Firenze's cock slid from the girl's wet passageway, leaving both black and pink flesh coated in white semen which dripped onto the bed beneath. He let out a small murr, lying down atop of the human as his tails curled around her. She gave a giggle, and cupped his cheek with one hand.

“Well, that just proves what I said earlier; you've clearly had practise…" she grinned, fingers caressing the golden fur. “Do you get many girls or guys in this room?"

Firenze glanced away. His room was small and full of various boxes and tables, but it was clean and items were neatly placed atop the many surfaces. The large bed on which they lay took up almost half of the floor space, the thick mattress close to the ground. The only signs of disorder were a skimpy outfit which now lay crumpled on the floor and the bedcovers that had been twisted into a heap beneath the pair.

“There are a number Pokémon around here, and for a Ninetales, a male is rare…" Firenze responded with a small smile. “As for humans, not many are brave enough to come forward."

“But that doesn't mean none do…"

The Ninetales matched Sandy's grin. “Truly."

The human gave another giggle, her other hand stroking the Ninetales' back. “So you're experienced with numerous species, too…"

Firenze allowed himself a small blush. “Well, a few, yes…"

“Good. You'll need to be. But then, I'm sure you'll have plenty of practice when you get there." She patted his thigh with one paw, and then stroked it gently.

Firenze shifted above her. “You haven't given much else away about this work. Who will my boss be, for example?"

Sandy smiled. “Your ultimate boss you'll meet when you first go there, but you'll usually be reporting to a Typhlosion by the name of Jack. He tends the bar, keeps an eye on the goings on, and makes sure that everything is running…quite smoothly." She raised an eyebrow. “He's good like that…"

Firenze let out a small chuckle. “A finger in every pie, as it were…?"

Sandy giggled. “Is that what people call it these days?" She winked, her hand stroking down the Ninetales' hips, her fingertips resting on the black length which lay against her lips, pressing on her clit. She gave a small moan, gripping it and stroking along the cum-soaked length, eliciting a long, low moan from the Pokémon.

She pushed his torso with her other hand, rolling him onto his back as she straddled his hips, still holding his length with one hand and stroking it. Firenze curled his front paws in the air above him, watching her with a smile. With the cum that had spilled from her lips, now her entire front was criss-crossed with drips and spurts of cum. She brought a finger to her lips and licked it quickly. “Mmm…you're virulent, I'll give you that…"

Firenze bucked his hips, Sandy bouncing above him. She cried out in surprise, tightening her grip on his cock. “I wonder what this knot of yours will feel like inside me…"

The Ninetales growled, staring at her – his eyes suddenly flashed a deep crimson. “Why don't you find out…"

Sandy's body shuddered above him, her grip faltering. He knew that pleasure had just unexpectedly surged through her body, and her sudden grip on his cock as she pressed the tip back to her lips confirmed it. “Mmmph… damn, you're good…" She frowned with concentration, and then let out another cry as her lips suddenly sank around the tip as it slid back into the right hole, the first two inches slipping up into her effortlessly. “Aaaahhh… you're bound… to get a job…"

Firenze bucked with his hips, the human bouncing again on top of him. He let his gaze slide over her dripping form, completely naked and covered in his seed. A bulge formed noticeably with the thrust as his cock pressed up against the inside of her. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, sending a surge of lust through him.

The Ninetales' ability to recover quickly had come in useful on several previous nights, but this night was probably the most important… Sandy bounced again, her hands going to her thighs as she let the Ninetales take over as the thrusted up powerfully into her. It was definitely the most pleasurable, Firenze thought…

It was several more minutes of this before Sandy gave a shout of pleasure, her hand going to Firenze's knot and holding it roughly, looking down as the Ninetales continued his thrusting. Filled with a lustful desire, he watched as she let her hips drop down as much as she could, each thrust making a loud slapping as the knot strained at the entranced to her cunt. She moaned needily, biting her lip as the hot flesh slid slowly past her folds, and with just one more thrust, finally pushed inside of her.

The head of Firenze's cock rammed roughly up against Sandy's cervix, and the Ninetales grunted as his length was held tightly in the warm walls of the female. She threw her head back with another cry his cock was held tightly, massaging the length. He bucked his hips in response as she delighted in another orgasm, The Ninetales' movements become frantic as he himself approached a third climax.

Dark hair falling in front of her face, Sandy looked down with a smirk, breathing heavily as she pressed a hand against her crotch, the knot making it bulge outwards. She grinned at the Ninetales as she rubbed it roughly with her palm. “Come on… one final time, big boy…"

Firenze leaned forward as the pleasure coursed through his limbs, his head suddenly gripped by Sandy's other hand as he hooked his forepaws over her hips, claws unsheathed as he held onto the warm skin beneath his pawpads. He felt his cock throb once more before his seed spurted out for a final time, his cock pulsating inside her as they completed the bestial act. Above him, Sandy let out another moan as Firenze's cum was locked deep inside her, both human and Pokémon tied in their final throes of carnal delight and ecstasy.

* * *

The room was warm enough, and both figures had experienced enough exertion for covers to be unnecessary. The two lay against each other, Sandy caressed by Firenze's many long tails. They were still tied, each lying on their side facing the other, neither feeling the need to change that.

Eventually, Firenze broke the silence. “There's something else I haven't been informed of…"

Sandy opened her eyes, blinking as she frowned. “Hh…hmmm?" she asked, wearily.

“I apologise, were you about to go to sleep?"

“Aren't you?"

Firenze smiled, but chose not to respond to this.

“Go on.." Sandy said eventually, a hint of a smile returning to her peachy lips.

Firenze's red eyes flicked to the side. “You've told me of the job, the details, a few of the figures there…but still no name. Why is that?"

Sandy nodded slowly. “I had to make sure you were good enough…"

Firenze raised an eyebrow. “Well?"

Sandy closed her eyes, and snuggled against the Ninetales' warm fur, her body curled around against Firenze's larger form. “I'll tell you more of the Café Plaisir tomorrow. For now, go to sleep."

Firenze gave a slight nod, and slid his paw over her. “Yes ma'am." he replied, and finally closed his eyes. The name, however, hung in his mind for several more minutes until he too eventually slid off to a contented, settled sleep.

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