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Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon or any related material. This is a work of fiction. Any references or connections you may see here are purely accidental. This story is adult themed and is intended for mature audiences only.

Synopsis:

This tongue-wettening story introduces Café Plaisirs VIP-Chefs extraordinaire. The Zangoose twins Eos and Mey rule their private little kitchen realm with a set iron paws, ensuring that only the tastiest of meals may be served to the customers whose wallets run deep enough. While their personal tastes are as extravagant as the food they create, be assured that they are experts when it comes to all matters of creaming, frosting, grinding and stuffing their way into everyone's heart and stomach.

Café Plaisir Fantasies: Food Porn

Chapter 1: Night Out

The echoes of unforgivingly loud music had reached his sensitive ears before he got the chance to enter the building in front of him. And while the heavy set of sound proofed doors in front of him tried their best to confine the night life atmosphere inside said structure, the reason-defying and fulminant electric beats coming from within the small, only two story tall building easily escaped their clutches.

Eos sighed. The usually calm minded Zangoose had never been a friend of loud music, much less when it sounded like a barrage of Mey`s unsuccessful attempts of blending all sorts of electronic devices with his kitchen equipment.

Luckily for him and his (already third) blender, she had finally started to lose her interest in needless destruction.

At least for now.

And even though she was a hassle sometimes, Eos couldn't help but to smile warmly as he watched his already excited sister tip-toeing with glee and anticipation beside him. She truly seemed to have a knack for everything he despised.

The scheduled event of the night had managed to amass quite a crowd. Therefore, It was no surprise that a small, yet noticeable queue had already formed in front of the double-doored entrance. Eos quickly took notice of the bouncer, a tall and intimidating looking Pangoro, as he diligently screened everyone that demanded entrance on the matter of drunkenness and the possible possession of illegal substances. Poor Twig looked like he was absolutely overworked with the sheer amount of guests, Eos mused. The Zangoose never understood the need and possible excitement of willingly numbing their own senses with the help of cheap and artificial chemicals. Much less on an event like this!

As head chief of Plaisir`s VIP kitchen, Eos had always been keen to avoid the overusage of any kind of sense numbing ingredients. If anything, he harbored a good deal of disdain against those who felt the need to cut themselves off from the real pleasure that was life.

A small grin formed on his face as he noticed the rather erratic movements of Mey`s constantly swishing, fluffy white tail, as he saw it wiggle between the legs of a rather short human right behind her.

Neither of those two seemed to care.

After what felt like ages, they finally found themselves inside the Dark Pulse, Café Plaisir`s very own nightclub. Poor Eos immediately felt like he had stepped into another world. Even on the ground floor, the booming music and the flickering stroboscopic lights turned humans and Pokémon alike in nothing but an army of shady silhouettes. Nameless shadows who danced and intermingled with one another until a short flash of light revealed their identities, if only for the fraction of a second. The only accessory one could make out even in the darkness were those cheap glowing necklaces and bracelets everyone seemed to be wearing, turning the crowd into an ocean of of rainbow coloured sprites.

Since a surprisingly successful little wargame on Plaisir grounds had found a great deal of approval from the guests and staff alike, management had decided to add more of these sporadic events, ensuring to Plaisirs name fresh for newcommers and regulars alike.

An Oasis of dissipation and depravity.

He flinched in surprise as Mey tapped him softly on the shoulder, looking like she was trying to tell him something. Eos pricked his ears quickly in her direction, but the dreadful loud music drowned out nearly every syllable.

“AM.. ING… FLOOR… SEE… TER...".

What followed was a loose hug and a lick on his cheek, their personal ritual of greeting and saying goodbye. Before he could even return her gesture, his beloved sister had already vanished with a pink-glowing ring around her neck.

He couldn't contain a chuckle. Today was their night off after all! Who could blame her for trying to make the most of it?

Eos thanked the Marshtomp on the small counter with a silent nod as he took a pair of glowing trinkets for himself, while the well-lit poster beside him neatly displayed the details of today's festivities.

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Join the Dark Pulse Trophy Hunt!

It is hunt or be hunted!

Third Prize: A free, thirty minute massage (happy ending included)

Second Prize: A free breakfast (Morning waiter included)

First Prize: Coupon for a basic service of your choosing!

*Note to all participants: Winners will be congratulated privately on the following day.

The rules:

First: Pick a colour that best represents your preferences (listed below)

Second: You will receive a corresponding necklace and a single bracelet

Third: Now this is where the fun starts! Your task is to hunt as many of the bracelets as possible!

But here is the catch: Bracelets can only be given away willingly! So it's up to you whether to take any kind of persuasive measures, or use the ones you acquire as a bargain chip.

Note to cheaters: We Are Watching You! (Adored with the picture of an diligent Espurr)

Any form of misbehaviour will result in immediate disqualification!

*Note to off-shift waiters: Prizes are for official guests only. Any winnings will automatically be turned into an equal amount of off-time. The full prize will be given to the second ranked guests instead.

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What followed was a small list of nearly two dozen different colours, each one matching a combination of prefered genders, fetishes or treatment. But the Zangoose had already lost his interest on the displayed information…

It had been Meys wish to join in on the 'fun'. And while Eos was everything but excited at first, he quickly found the means use the Trophy Hunt as a ruse for his own little conquest.

With a smug feral smile on his muzzle, he gracefully paraded his slightly rounded body through the rows of humans and Pokémon alike, proudly wearing the pinkish glowing and cheap looking necklace like they were crown jewels itself. The thin object nearly drowned in his ample fur, but with all the darkness, the striking meaning it ought to bring across was as plain as it was precise:

Free for all.

He inwardly moaned as the guests had already started to shift closer. And while some had started to pet his deep white fur, others wasted not time to downright groping his rear. Most of those guests wore striking red or orange necklaces whose meaning he could only guess. To Eos, his colour was the only one that mattered.

Using his prominent tail to his fullest ability, he managed to entice his ever growing audience even further, as its teasing nudges and feigned clumsiness sparked desire on everyone it brushed. Eos' movements almost looked like an elaborated dance pattern, as he evaded all attempt to get a hold of him in an almost casual fashion, simply by following the rhythm of the crowd.

He could already see hungry longing in their eyes as a series of flashing lights allowed him to return their gazes.

If only for a single second.

Each of them looked as pent up as he had expected, brimming with needs that demanded for nothing less than the sweetest taste of release.

His grin grew with every inch his depraved spectators circled closer.

And suddenly, there he was: Eos, the little Zangoose, surrounded by shrouded strangers nearly twice his height. Their intentions couldn't be pointed out more clearly, as the prominent bulges each participant sprouted looked like they were about to blast their way through the tough fabric by sheer need alone, their caged rods pumping in the rhythm of those dreadfully loud electric tunes.

Another short flash of light illuminated the room, allowing Eos again to recognize the myriad of lust filled expressions raining down on him.

It was in this very moment that Eos felt his own worth reduced into that of a fat chunk of tasty meat. Serving only to sate their ravenous hunger.

And he was freaking lovin` it!

The Zangoose could feel his own rising need emerge, as his privates had decided to become public. Nothing to impress a human, that's for sure…

But most of their depraved attention was glued on his rear anyway.

As the light subsided and the eyes of his beholders adjusted themselves to the darkness yet again, Eos made quick use of their sudden blindness, to cunningly escaping the clutches of his very own homemade demise. With a sudden sense of eagerness, he pushed through the crowd, neatly groping back at those who had dared to touch him first.

A smallish snicker escaped his muzzle as his former crowd groaned in concord of his sudden vanishing act. From one moment to another, their salaciously delicious dish had turned into nothing but a teasing appetizer of sadistically small proportions.

They would be searching for him, no doubt about that. He hoped that at least some of them would assume that he had escaped elsewhere, where waiting between dance poles and seed stained cushions, his sister would be more than eager to receive them. The shady light made it nearly impossible to tell them apart. At least for humans, anyway.

With his task well executed, he was finally free to indulge himself into what was hopefully going to be a filling night.

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Table seven… oh how he had missed it! Between all the different shaped tables the Dark Pulse could offer its guests, this one had always suited him best. He immediately noticed the perfectly clean floor below his pawpads. He made a mental note to thank Mey later for making that slip to to the cleaning staff. His ears brushed at the wooden edge of the table as he scrambled beneath it. Its single metal leg in the middle allowed for spacious amount of movement. In addition to that, the hardwood adorned table also marked the end of the room, as it stood secluded in a perfectly nasty corner, where the music grew thinner and the remaining light even shadier. The round black couch, as well as the two high going chairs were deserted, but Eos had a feeling that it would change soon enough.

Crouching like a hunter in tall grass, he waited patiently.

His wagging tailtip was just slightly visible, baiting the more observant guests to a course they wouldn't be able to forget very soon.

Minutes passed and felt like hours as he watched out for any pair of legs.

But sadly, no one seemed to take his offer. In fact, the whole first floor was growing surprisingly deserted.

Suddenly one of the chairs was pulled back, and he sighed in relief as he heard the faint sound of glass hitting wood atop the table.The guest looked to be quite slender, At least that's what Eos could tell from the tight sitting trousers he was wearing.

His tongue was already wetting his fangs as he crouched closer.

In a way, his own version of the Trophy Hunt that had just started. He observed his target carefully; pulling himself back ever so slightly as he watched his sneaker-adorned feet tapping to the music, completely obvious to a certain presence just inches away, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The end of the song was Eos' signal to lunge forward. Swiftly, yet with a sense of carefulness, he spread the human's tightly encased legs apart, then firmly locking them into place using his clawed palms. He knew he had to be careful with those; dulled and padded as the were, they still bore a certain risk of tearing the expensive looking fabric.

To say that target was startled would be an understatement. Well, who wouldn't be surprised if the fluffy head of a randy Zangoose suddenly pops out between your legs?

“What the actual F...FUCK!"

His outburst turned into a rather loud moan as the lusty Pokémon effortlessly unzipped his pants using trusty fangs. The fabric beneath it offered little to no resistance against his continuously perverted onslaught. Pushing his whole muzzle as deep inside the newfound opening as he could, the rather familiar, yet thrilling scent only seemed to urge him for even more haste.

As he finally managed to unwrap his tasty treat, Eos wasted no time and delved right into it, making his poor meal squirm and moan out as he hilted the entire prick in a single gulp.

The screeching sound of human nails digging into into the polished wood echoed faintly behind his head, indicating that he was probably doing an excellent job. His wet nose tickled each time his head went down again as is scratched along the fabric. With his gag reflex long since gone, he was able to cram the whole, still growing shaft inside his constricting throat, while firmly holding the legs of his squirming prey in place.

The taste Eos acquired was was pleasantly virgin, which mildly surprised him. It carried sweet, almost soap like aroma that tried to encapsulate a surprisingly pure human flavour, missing any kind of foreign note the Zangoose would have expected from a Plaisir guest.

It would seem he had found himself the potentially best appetizer for the night to come.

As the bobbing motions of his head grew into a steady rhythm, the antagonizing movements of his victim quickly subsided. Eos didn't care to look up, neither did he want to. All that mattered to the hungry Zangoose was the hot and delightfully pure tasting dish in front of him.

A small moan escaped him as the human started to rock in his chair, thrusting back at Eos in an almost timid manner. The hungry Pokémon in return displayed his experienced level of skill, as his soft tongue danced tightly around the sensitive tip every time he pulled himself back, making it even more impossible for the already flushed guest to hide his moans and hisses to the world. There was no discomfort for either of them, since Eos had already applied a healthy dose of saliva for the slickest experience possible. It came, however, with the downside that his threat was beginning to lose taste.

Eos grip on the poor guest grew a little firmer as he finally noticed the rising demand for release. Stopping just in the best of times, the Zangoose pulled himself back a few notches, allowing his tight furred muzzle to fully encompass the whole cockhead of his victim. Small, careful placed nibbles and licks only heightened the pleasure. With the firm grip on the human aiding to his wicked pleasure, Eos battered the sensitive tip with a sheer onslaught of sloppy threats, even trough the horny Zangoose was already growing weary of the rather bland taste that remained.

Human and Pokémon alike moaned as spurt after spurt of surprisingly sweet tasting cum were finally fired. Eos wasted not a single drop as he lavishly licked, gulped and sucked on what was growing to be an overstimulated experience for the poor guest.

Finally, with a rather devious sounding 'plop', Eos let go of his shrinking dish, quickly licking it for a last time with his seed stained, sloppy tongue, as if he was bidding farewell to it.

Mey had once told him about a keen nosed waiter, able to tell people and Pokémon apart through the scent of their seed alone. If that claim was true, Eos thought, then it would be as impressive as it would be useless. After all, there were stronger scents that that of semen. Many of those couldn't be ignored either, at least in his opinion.

His quick retreat under the table was only surpassed by the hasty retreat of his former dish. The poor human almost looked like a guilty perpetrator, trying to escape a crime scene of his own making.

Smirking, the satisfied Zangoose enjoyed the strong aftertaste as he saw him scrambling off. He would never know the face of the guest he just served, neither the colour of his plastic necklace, but he would certainly be able to remember his taste.

His pause was short lived as three pair of legs suddenly appeared on table seven. His noisy first dish seemed to have unwillingly helped in drawing in some more guests. Eos wasted no time and plunged himself on the first presented cock, turning his little snack into a full course meal.

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As the first hours had passed, the trophy hunt was beginning to show its true colours. As the first guests had expended their assets, bracelets were starting to become a currency for any kind of deviant favour one could think of, turning even the secluded parts of the Dark Pulse into a lewd mixture of party and sex, as off-shift waiters and guests alike started to compete with one another for earnings. Drinks were gifted, clothes discarded and kinky items of all kinds were ordered form Plaisir`s custom vending machines. Human and Pokémon alike started to intermingle with each other to the point where it could only be described as feverish.

Eos could hear table seven creaking above his head as a more than eager Furfrou was lewdly screwed atop of it as it served a couple of randy humans at the same time. One of them had shamelessly spread its rear legs apart, thrusting himself wildly into the canine Pokémon whose gender Eos couldn't even guess. Another guest stood at the opposite end of the small table, giving it's eager muzzle nearly the same rough treatment. The only thing Eos could see from the corner of his eyes was the Furfrou`s wagging, seed stained tail as it dangled just below the edge of the table, already adored with three glowing rings of varying colour. The Zangoose had earned himself two so far, even though he had never asked for them. Someone had even tipped him a rather hefty note for his services he had 'offered' for free. Eose decided to keep it, fully aware of the fact that he was severely acting against Café Plaisirs regulations.

The sight of a nearly naked (and obviously slightly drunken) young women who crouched, or rather, crawled on the floor near his table made him stop 'dining' for a moment. A small pink leash from a collar around her neck was held tightly in the fangs of a bulky looking, red glowring-wearing Mightyena beside her. The dog Pokémon grinned proudly as he paraded her around, as if to make some grand show of her submission.

As expected, it didn't take long for one of the Dark Pulse waiters to notice them. A rather large Houndoom, whose name Eos couldn't remember suddenly approached the pair, ensuring that everything was fine. Eos tried to listen in closely, but with all the loud music around them he couldn't understand a single thing of what was being said. In the end, the Hellhound Pokémon simply grinned as gestured the kinky pair to follow him. The Zangoose could only suspect that they were probably off to one of the tiny waiter cabins adjacent to the club. (Mey had dubbed them 'Quickie-Cubicles').

He chuckled at the sight of the leashed girl obediently following her pair of strong looking dog Pokémon on all fours, willingly submitting herself to her feral overlords...

Probably for the rest of the night.

His attention shifted back to his meal as a rough hand grabbed him by the scruff of his neck to guide him back into his meal.

The display of rough fucking had drawn in a lot of spectators, efficiently crowding the little five man table way beyond capacity, and turning Eos` already well planned meal into a filling feast, as lusty guests of all kind used every part of him as a cum dump.

Much to his own delight.

While he did his best to bob his head on a rather bitter tasting individual, he felt a small yank on his already stained tail. The eager Zangoose didn't even care at this point as the next horny spectator started to grind against a small spot that on his white furred tail which hadn`t been used like a tissue up until now. Since there was an abnormal amount of guests to deliver him a hearty dish, he had already started to work one of his padded paws on another random cock, preparing it as his next course.

But it was the person he currently dined on who had truly caught his fancy. The guest nearly forced him on what was in Eos eyes the prime example of a fine meal. It belonged to a middle aged man, who had his whole attention drawn to the slutty Furfrou in front of him. If anything, he probably regarded the deviant Zangoose between his legs as nothing but a mere toy, a simple mean to empty his build up lust into. The taste of two different Pokémon already clung to his manhood, giving it a unique flavor like some kind of added spice. Eos was certain that he knew the taste of at least one of them.

The obedient Pokemon was working his hardest to heed to the demands his meal was giving him, even ignoring the fact that his trained throat was slowly started to burn from the constant abuse it was bearing.

Poor Eos eyes nearly bulged in their sockets as the human suddenly grabbed his head and started thrusting into him with the same amount of intensity and force the Furfrou was probably receiving above him. Eos couldn't do more than follow the foreign motions as his oral opening was abused like a disposable Fleshlight. His own erection was practically begging for attention as a large amount of bitter tasting seed filled his already stuffed belly. He was trying his hardest to get at least a taste of the delightful treat he was receiving, but the human was keeping a firm grip on him, only stopping as he delivered his last drop of seed directly into his throat, evading his sensitive taste buds.

Eos took a revitalising breath as soon as his rather large manhood had left him, nearly choking for a moment as he felt a chunk of cum trying to make its way down on his windpipe. His guest looked worried for a moment, almost remorseful.

“F-Fuck! Sorry! It was an… uhm… accident, I swear."

An apologetic pat on the head, as well as two uselessly gifted bracelets as means of compensation later, Eos was already delving down on the dish he had prepared in advance with his paw, sucking on it without a single care in the world.

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After his last meal had left table seven, Eos leaned back on the sturdy metallic leg in the center. The cool sensation on his back felt refreshing, and the number of glowing bracelets scattered around him illuminated his little safe-space like it was a club floor on his own.

A small burp escaped him as he patted his belly. Never had he felt so filled and perfectly used inside the Dark Pulse.

Still, there was always room for dessert!

Swinging his drenched tail atop of his belly, he wasted no time munching on it. He could at least taste fifteen different people who had relieved their seed on it.

It took him a while to make it look at least a little bit presentable. Plaisir`s special brand of soap would deal with the stickier remains.

As the event seemed to come to a close, only a handful of guests remained, engaging in what his sister had once dubbed 'leftover screwing'.

His own muscles ached from the tasty ordeal, and he felt too bloated to move. And even trough the hot and hoarse feeling in his throat was anything but pleasant, efficiently denying him the ability to make any kind of recognizable noise, Eos had no regrets.

Well, maybe a single one...

He was horny. incredibly so.

There was just no way for him to make any kind of effort into persuading someone to sate HIS needs for once. As a hoarse yawn suddenly escaped him he even failed to register the approaching pair of footsteps.

“Are you… okay?"

Eos looked up in slight bewildered, only to lower his gaze again to meet the eyes of a fellow waiter.

A rather small example of a Linoone now stood right in front of him him.

Eos could only manage reply with a nod. He was certain that he had seen the smaller normal type somewhere before... What was more striking than his lack in size however, was the fact that his whole fur was an equally messed up state than his own. Stains of cum had mattered deeply into it, roughing up his whole visage quite a bit.

Spent as he was, even the Zangoose could smell that its body was reeking of musk. Flinching his small nose at the strong scent, he suspected that the Linoone had probably bitten of more than he could chew. It didn't take long for him to put two and two together...

Of all the Pokemon that could have found him… Why did it have to be Quippie?

Possessing a voice Eos could only describe as wearing, the already exited weasel Pokemon wasted no time to make use of it as it drew closer to his tired form.

“You're a fellow waiter, ain't cha`? Do you need anything? Maybe a glass of water… or a fresh towel? I can bring you one! Well, a single one might not be enough for that kind of mess, but hey, it's a start! Maybe I could ev...Agh!"

The chatty Pokemon flinched in surprise as Eos silently grabbed him single-handedly by the scruff on his neck, displaying little to no emotion as he yanked him between his legs. His other paw reacted just as quickly and pushed the poor Linoone`s snout down in one fluid motion, shutting the weasel Pokemon up for good.

Eos instantly moaned in delight. Partly due to the feeling of Quippie`s unexpected eager tonguework…

And secondly for the fact that his annoying voice had stopped ringing in his sensitive ears. And even though it sounded more like a hoarse mewl than everything else, Quippie seemed to quickly understand just how he could be of service. As his struggles against Eos firm grip subsided, the spent, yet horny Zangoose wasted no time to dish out his own meal for once!

Feeling too lazy from his stated meal, he had little motivation to make more movement than necessary…

And luckily, he did not have to!

Grabbing the head of his now content toy tightly with his furred paws, he simply pistoned it back and forth over his eager rod, while resting the rest of his body against the metallic table leg. Quippie couldn't do much more than grunt between the rocking motions that expertly guided him. The Zangoose doubted that he was in any real form of discomfort, judging by the fact that the overeager Linoone was already picking up pace.

It didn't take long for Eos to reach his own peak. It was his first real orgasm since he had set foot into the Club (and probably the first one he had experienced in quite some time).

With an ecstatic sounding grunt, he unleashed wave after wave of homemade spunk inside his personal little pleasure trophy.

He could feel the Linoone starting to struggle and squirm against his force feeded portion of healthy Zangoose cum, as he helplessly scratched the ground for foothold, forced to gulp down at least a week's large serving of Eos` pent up desires. Quippie was doing his best to concede, handling his super-sized reward like the professional Plaisir waiter he was.

With his desire finally taken care of, Eos took a moment to marvel at the defaced visage as he let go of him, watching with a hidden sense satisfaction as Quippie tried his hardest to properly swallow the rest of his generous serving.

“Nah nou fnially fnished?", came the sputtered reply.

Eos thought for a moment of reminding his smaller partner on the uncouthness of speaking with a mouthful of cum, but decided against it.

The Linoone had done a splendid job after all!

Moving on all of his four limbs, Eos was about to take his leave from table seven, disregarding his little encounter already as a passed memory...

..but an annoying nibble on his tail made him spun around to meet the surprisingly stern gaze of the Pokemon who had served so expertly as his personal pleasure hole.

“Hey! What about my reward?, he nearly chipped at Eos, who only gave him a questioning stare in return.

“You know, it`s... Trophy hunt. You are supposed to offer a trophy!"

Grunting in annoyance, Eos pointed a single claw at the heap of cum-smeared, weakly glowing elastic bracelets he had amassed over the night…

He would have left them there anyway.

What followed was a surprisingly long moment of silence.

With his mouth hanging open and his eyes grown comically large, the stunned Linoone looked like he was about to faint from the sight of his excess pay-over.

Eos quickly used the resulting distraction and left as nimbly as he could, for he had nothing left to stuff into the maw of that annoying Pokemon, should he decided to make use of it again!

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He took his time to make his way to the main floor, carefully avoiding the messier spots the staff were already starting to take care of. He suspected that the added effort needed to clean the place was also one of the reasons these special events were only done once on a couple of weeks. Tomorrow night, the club would open its double-door-sized maw again in regular schedule, feasting on the guests that were brave enough to throw their bodies into the pit of pleasure and horrible music that was known as Dark Pulse.

The Zangoose had to admit that the night had been quite enjoyable. Exceeding his expectations, he was able to receive a full course meal, reaching from a tasty appetizer to a delightful dessert, and even a little extra. All that was left to do was grabbing Mey from the main floor and then it would be off to the showers…

… or into the bathtub, considering how his sister looked when he found her contently lying in the middle of the dancefloor. Eos almost hesitated to lick her semen-laden cheek as formal greeting when he helped her up, nearly shuddering as the overripe taste danced on his tongue. Not even HE was able to tell the sheer number of ingredients apart anymore!

The rest of her figure looked equally covered, if not drenched with seed.

“I see you had... fun like the last time?.", Eos commented.

“YOU. HAVE. NO. IDEA!" Mey replied in an almost gleeful fashion."I've collected fifteen, Eos! FIFTEEN! Can you believe it? And just look at all that stuff!"

As the world's probably cuminfestedest ballerina spun around, she proudly presented her brother with all the 'earnings' she had received over the course of the Trophy Hunt. Eos however, only sighed return. His mind was already subtracting the time it would take to clean her fur from the remaining hours of sleep he would get tonight. It looked like he had done a damn well job in riling up some audience for her.

he should have put less effort into it...

The place around her wasn't in any way less messy than her fur… Well, maybe a little. The row of stripper poles had already been deserted, and the stained bar was gracefully adorned with milky white splotches, probably originating from the large, fluffy looking Arcanine that was soundly sleeping atop of it.

“The big one made quite a mess too! Bummer he does males only. But you should have seen the Linoone that was with him! Worked his boner straight down to the doggybone, Hehehe!"

Eos could only groan at her remarkably bad pun.

“Speaking of males... did cha got the nice, deep stuffing you wanted?"

The male Zangoose nodded hesitatingly. “I guess... I'll have to admit it was… rather filling. You too look like you got a lot more... icing stuck on your fur than usual..."

His remark earned him a blush from Mey

“Y-You really think so? Gosh! It`s a new record then!"

Eos just chuckled. He could never understand her sense for competition, neither her fetish for wasting precious semen as a means of decoration on her fur, but as long as she was happy with it, he had no reason to deny her the fun. Grabbing her paw like a gentlemen, he lead her equally tired sister back home, while the slick sound of her heavy-grown, soggy tail painfully reminded him that getting her fur cleaned up would probably take quite a while. Drenched as it was, Mey didn't even bother to lift it up anymore, much to the dismay of the already hard working cleaning staff. The trail of filth she left behind made it almost look like a giant snail had crossed the dancefloor.

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Chapter 2: I'll take the usual!

The kitchen was already a dome of activity when Eos and Mey arrived. It was rare thing for him to oversleep, but it was a pleasing sight that their little kingdom could function without his rulers…

At least in the early hours.

His sister quickly got to work on the still open tasks, her fur shining in a natural white hue. Thinking back, It was a good thing the pair had a private bathroom they could use ,otherwise cleaning would have taken them ages.

Eos greeted his staff with an affirmative, yet stern nod as he strode between the low-built kitchen counters, ovens and gasoline cookers, smiling as he marveled at his personal realm of wonder. The Plaisir-VIP kitchen was his one of a kind atelier of culinary endeavours, perfectly designed with the height of a smaller Pokemon like him in mind. He would never forget that It was the Cafe who had gifted him with such a splendid kingdom, who had turned Eos and his sister from ragtag peons into trustworthy vassals, who in return, would continue to dish out orders even if the world was going to end.

Or at least, that's what Eos thought for himself. The Zangoose had to admit that his sister probably did not share his sense of conviction and loyalty at all, even though her role as his Sous Chef made her as irreplaceable as himself. He could never bring up the nerve to deal with all those annoying imbeciles only a fool would call full-fledged cooks… or even kitchen helpers, for that matter.

While he had to admit that it wasn`t easy for any Pokemon to grab a foothold on a profession humans had perfected over the course of centuries, it was futile to believe that any form of culinary talent could be found in a place that was, at its very core, an elaborate brothel. Most of the Pokemon Mey had to work with had failed in their attempts to become suitable waiters… or had been lying about their age. The Zangoose could only guess in what kind of environment those Pokemon must have grown up in if their only perspective in life was a position as a living dishwasher in a pleasure resort.

As he came near to his personal counter, the Zangoose greeted him with a sight he hadn't expected to see:

A young Dewott had already started with Eos' share of the grunt work! On his personal space, of all things!

Handling a smallish knife with unexpected expertise, the otter Pokemon single handedly chopped vegetables in a speed that came surprisingly close to that of the Chief himself.

But all skill in the world was meaningless in the face of broken rules. Eos was already fuming on the inside. Admittingly. there were but few rules in his kingdom, but the most vital one was to never use his personal kitchen space!

Just when he was about to give him one hell of an earful (and maybe a well aimed swat on the head), his sister interfered by resting her soft paw on his shoulders, urging him to let her take over.

He accepted her gesture with a halfhearted grunt.

With his arms crossed, he sourly watched as Mey shooed the Dewott away with soft words and that sweet-toothed smile of hers. His sour look didn't dwindle as she came back to him, softly licking his cheek in a soothing fashion.

It was brutally effective.

“Ya know, being mad at someone who fills in for you is bad manners! Lunch wouldn't be ready on time if Ples hadn't taken initiative!"

Eos was about to reply with a sound argument to make her throw that useless potato peeler out of his kitchen. But the more the thought about a suitable one, the more he felt his own reasoning crumble. After all, he had to admit that it was HIS fault for not showing up on time.

Sighing, Eos decided to give in. Trying to win an argument against his sister had always been a pointless endeavor.

“Okay, you win. But make sure that lad does my work elsewhere next time he decides to step in!"

His sister only giggled in response as she headed back to her own tasks. “Will do! Now make haste, we are already behind schedule! And no more messing with my staff!"

Eos could only blush as his answer turned into a whispered mumble.“...you know damn well that I'm not good at dealing with these sorts of things…"

---

The rest of the morning passed without any notable incidents. Just a few broken dishes, some spillings here and there and a small fire that obliterated another pan. Namely, everything someone would expect from an inept kitchen crew. Eos had already forgotten the name of the Dewott that had dared to occupy his spot, same as for the rest of Mey`s henchman. He was content with them as long as they did their own share of work (and didn't dare to stand between him and his cuisine).

His special kitchen had undoubtedly assisted him in creating some exceptional recipes and dishes. And while the mundane work of the morning forced him to waste his talents for the gluttonous late sleepers of the evening shift, the private meals for the wealthier customers he got to create afterwards gave him the creative freedom he craved.

In his opinion, the virtue of modern cooking was based on three principles: Mundane craftsmanship, exact science and culinary art. The Zangoose had long since mastered all three of them, even trough his sister far surpassed him in any matter artistic virtue.

Eos hummed with contentment as he prepared the first act of what was going to be his own version of a Beef Wellington. The customer had been surprisingly strict regarding his wishes, demanding a surprisingly simple, yet outstanding meal. It was a contradicting request, but the Zangoose did his best to compensate.

If not for his sister, Eos would have never been able to pull off the whole recipe. Mey was an expert when it came to procuring ingredients seemingly out of nowhere. The truffles he so desperately needed for the main dish were nearly out of season, yet she was able to purchase just the amount he needed, meaning that not a single ounce of them could wasted.

A glance he threw at his sister showed him that the requested dessert was coming along nicely as well. Her sense for decoration, as well as her skill as Pâtissière was unmatched, even for a talented cook like him. What was also notable were the sheer the size of her creations. Leftovers were nothing unusual, but his sister almost insisted on making more than demanded so that a good portion could be given to the evening staff, enabling them feast on her creations as well. She was often urging him to do the same, arguing that it was an important symbol to fellow waiters.

He had complied just to make her happy, even though he still saw it mostly as a waste of time and effort. It was the customer who payed for the meal after all, not the staff! But since a part of the management had chosen to dine at the same time as the late sleepers if the evening shift, it had somehow become an unspoken rule.

Nobody had argued against it so far.

Just when one of the kitchen helpers presented him the strong wine needed for the matching sauce, an unheralded visitor suddenly crossed the borders of his culinary kingdom.

Trying his hardest to navigate towards Mey without bumping into anyone or anything, the apron wearing Typhlosion clearly looked put off by the low and tight placed equipment around him.

Mey hugged him with her usual high spirited fashion, nearly toppling them both into the Dewott… (and the colourful Parfaits beside him).

“I see you are as energetic as usual.", the Typhlosion greeted in a charmingly male voice. “I'll just stopped by to congratulate you for the second place on the Dark Pulse Trophy Hunt!"

A giggle escaped Eos as he caught sight of Meys already fuming face.

“W-Wait! What do you mean… SECOND PLACE??!" Mockingly stomping, she turned away from the Typhlosion, too embarrassed to show off her pouting face.

“That's not fair! Blasted Rain Flower wasn't even here! I practically rolled myself in filth for all those trophies!" The Bartender Pokemon just chuckled in return.

“Quippie has managed to surpass you with an undoubtedly strong performance, as you might have seen. The best guest scored five, by the way, so you shouldn't be too discouraged about your place. Either way, it's a day of for both of you. But you probably won't need it. I am still surprised that none of the staff complained for the cleaning ordeal you two must have put them through."

His sister just mildly grinned back at him, her loss forgotten for a moment.

“Well, someone might have left an unattended cake in their breakroom just to make sure."

The Typhlosion smiled in return, then bid her farewell.

Eos was about to shift his whole attention back to his creation, when he noticed that the apron wearing Pokemon was heading straight towards him, instead of the door.

“Eos."

“Jack?"

The Zangoose could already see a well known tension on his face. “Look, I have received a, let's just call it a complaint, about your behaviour...again."

Eos just stared at him for a moment, before resuming his work on the sauce.

“And?"

“Quippie was… well, not exactly happy the way you dumped him after the Trophy Hunt. You could at least made a proper introduction instead of just leaving him! Poor guy kept looking for you for over an hour until someone told him you had already left."

The Zangoose shook his head as one of his paws uncorked a wine bottle, filling the room with a mature, yet fruity aroma.

“Then sorry… I guess?" Eos replied, sounding almost annoyed. “Do I have to go apologize again... like I did last time?"

Chuckling, the Typhlosion just shook his head in return.

“Is it wise to drench a fire-type in gasoline?"

Eos focus shifted for a moment as he measured a generous cup of wine for his sauce.

“You should ask my sister about that, bet she has tried it at least once.", he replied with a hint of annoyance in his voice. “But what does that have to do with my apology?"

Groaning internally, Jack just swiped his cream-furred paw through the air, as if to signal to ignore his last statement.

“It means I already took care of it and apologized in your stead. But be a little more considerate next time."

“Fine then.", the Zangoose nodded.

Jack just sighed in return as he watched the Zangoose perform. It was a good thing Jack had already eaten, otherwise he would have made a fool of himself for getting a taste sample.

“Just… try and be nicer to those around you from time to t… WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT BOTTLE??!"

Jack's little outburst suddenly alarmed the whole kitchen. Their eyes fell on him, who looked like someone had been shot, then shifted on Eos, who calmly emptied said bottle into a nearby sink.

“T-That's the prime example of a good Madeira! Do you know how painstakingly hard it is to get one of these in the states?!"

Eos simply shrugged his shoulders.

“I am aware of the brand", Eos replied in an almost annoying sounding voice, “Or have you already forgotten that it was you who recommended it to me in the first place? It really is a worthy ingredient for a splendid wine sauce. The level of acid it has makes it remarkable perfect for heavy dishes."

Poor Jack could only stare motionless as the last drop of the exquisitely strong wine timidly dripped into the hungry sink.

“I am already dishing out a ridiculous amount of sauce as it is, just so that you evening waiters can feast on leftovers half of the morning shift would probably kill for." Eos ignored the slight 'hmpf' from Jack as the continued his self assured banter, “In addition to that, we already have more than enough vinegar in stock. What else would somebody need an open bottle of wine for?"

If the calm-mannered bartender possessed something akin to a breaking point, Eos handling of alcoholic beverage was probably the only thing that could tear it apart.

Ther rather fruitless discussion over the usage of wine which followed steadily rose in emotion, until it dawned in a crescendo of rhetoric bile between annoyed cook and offended bartender.

Unbeknownst to them, Ples and Mey watched the whole spectacle with the interest one would normally reserve for a thrilling movie.

“Shouldn't we, you know… stop them or something?", the Dewott besides Mey nervously inclined.

Unlike the other spectators, the female Zangoose in question just continued to smile at the arguing pair with the eerie calmness of a sleeping snorlax.

“Nah! I rarely see him talking that much to a single person, even if it comes down to hauling insults at his superior." Mey explained in a delighted voice.

“And besides…", she added, “Jack is probably the closest thing to a real friend my brother ever had."

The Dewott couldn't do much but stare like the rest of the kitchen brigade at what probably only a masochist would describe as a friendly relationship.

---

“Dinner is served!"

Mey`s announcement filled the room like a sweet tune of music. Two pairs of eyes watched intensely as the cloches were lifted in a teasingly slow fashion. Eos imagined their saliva already dripping as their nostrils were assaulted with scents and smells of well roasted beef, opulently seasoned side dishes and the sweet yet heavy fragrance of an extravagant wine sauce that filled the air with soft hints of its portuguese heritage. They had spent more than half a day on that full course menu, excluding logistics.

But that effort meant little if the customers weren't going to be satisfied with the result. The opulent dish created a spectacular sight, as the twins and their two guests now shared a table meant for six, feasting on a meal that could have satisfied twelve.

The guests didn't even waste a second to start digging in. The Zangoose noticed that one of them looked fairly young, no older than some twenty years, while his colleague (at least that's what their relationship looked like) seemed a little more advanced in years, even though not by far. Most people of their age would have surely spent that kind of money on the other, more worthwhile attractions Plaisir could offer; it honestly surprised the twins that the sheer cost of their glutenous meal didn't even seemed to faze them. Eos felt a certain sense of pride welling up inside of his heart as he and Mey shared his creations alongside their guests, as it was custom for evening shift waiters. The portions he served himself were deliberately small, so that he could pay heed to their eating habits, while Mey had already engaged them in smooth conversation, charmingly pointing out all of the culinary details which an untrained eye might have missed.

Eos threw a short hidden glimpse at their plates every so often, catching even the smallest hints and details. Was there something they deliberately left on their plates? Did they cringe at some point over some oversaturated seasoning? Was there too much sauce, or was there too little? Where there enough diversity in the side dishes? Or had he chosen wrongly? Nothing escaped his watchful eyes, for Plaisirs most renowned Chef didt just wanted to know if his creations had appeased his guests, but how much it had truly been enjoyed!

This of course also meant that other aspects of their guests had not gone unnoticed either. Most noticeable, their obvious difference in demeanor, as well as in their appetite. While the tie-wearing human next to his sister seemed to pay a great deal of attention to his manners, quickly devouring dish after dish in great delight, the hoodie-wearing one beside him almost looked kind of lost.

He was still using the cutlery from the previous dish, nervously glancing around as he sunk it into a piece of the Beef Wellington while looking absolutely overwhelmed by the menu, even though the Zangoose had tried its best to overcome the correlation between complexity and resulting taste. But there was only so much Eos could rationalize while still maintaining the desired quality.

The Zangoose rarely intervened with feasting guests, but it did not look like he had much of a choice.

“I-Is the food not to your liking, sir?"

Even though he had tried to usher it as faint as possible, All remaining eyes immediately fell onto the timid looking humen who, in turn, grew even more nervous.

“W-What? No! I-I mean not at all. If anything, its perfect! Ive never eaten something so good in my life, I-I swear it." He paused for a moment,

“I-It`s just that I usually eat on my own, mostly w-while I work on a project..."

The heartfelt laugh of his other guest filled the room before either of the Pokemon could react.

“Uptight as ever Finn, ain't`you? Have you already forgotten that this is your feast, not mine? Your celebration?" With a calculated smile, the louder human suddenly let go of his cutlery, going so far as to grab a piece of the beef with his bare hand, catching everyone by surprise. Well… maybe everyone but his sister, who had already readied a new napkin. “Just be a douche and enjoy some decadence for once! No one will hold it against you, especially not at this place! You have chosen this resort for a reason now, haven't you?"

The booming, dirty laugh that followed made even Eos flinch. The Zangoose already suspected were this was going…

After all, it would have been rude not to follow Cafè Plaisir`s own set of frivolous table manners.

Mey had picked up on the emerging mood faster than anyone else. Having vanished below the table in a nimble, almost ninja-like fashion finally added the devious note one might have already had expected from a fully blown Plaisir menu. Eos watched in delight as the tender touch of her sister caught both of their guests with pleasant surprise. Mey was doing his very best to keep them entertained in an almost teasing manner, making it his task to dish out a literal dessert for a change.

In the end, he pondered whether it was his well crafted menu, or Meys excellent handling of cock that had earned them a new pair of regulars.

Bonus picture:

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/22203644/