Good Timing, Great Time
#12 of Café Plaisir Tales
Over the new year of 2016, Dark Violet and October Flixard joined up to write a series of short stories for a charitable cause.
Here we delve past the surface into an array of adult works to tantalise and tickle more than just your fancy.
Welcome to the Adult Anthology.
Here's a little story for FA: Sandnite - a little something of him exploring the Café we all know and love, and finding a waiter he'd love to get to know...
Good Timing, Great Time - For Sandnite
The air of the cool Winter afternoon wafted in through the front doors of the Café. It wasn't an icy chill, but enough to invigorate the soul with perhaps a little push to stay inside...
"Well, I can get a room for you for sure!" The Lopunny was saying happily. "I got a great one, up on the middle floor. Oooh, that's one of the big ones too! We made sure it was clean this morning just for you! I..." She paused, frowning at the computer screen in front of her, just visible on the desk piled high with books, forms, binders, folders, a couple of plain, non-descript boxes.
"Ummmm..." She said finally, before looking back up. "Who do you want as your waiter, anyway?"
Sandnite opened his mouth - but then stopped. The question swam around his mind for a minute, trying to find an answer, before it finally shrugged its metaphorical shoulders. The Pokémon, a hybrid of Sandslash and Dragonite, with a deep green hide covered on his back by crimson spines, stood awkwardly with his clawed hands clutching together. He didn't know.
His wings and tail waved behind him, as if trying to sift an answer from the air. This Café... this haven on the Oklahoman plains, had rather special waiters, after all. Maybe if he'd been here before, he'd have an idea, but...
But such is the way of things sometimes; Fortune seemed to be with him in this warm lobby. Just then, while his mind ticked over the question, a figure trotted out from a side corridor. He was large, four-legged, equine in stature with a huge mane that dominated his head, with a few curled locks dangling down over his muzzle. How very rare... a Keldeo. He seemed oblivious as he turned, and walked away from them towards the main bar on the opposite side over the lobby.
Sandnite swallowed. Beneath that Keldeo's flowing cyan tail swung two very good reasons why he was a good choice as a waiter. Every step, every little shake of the hips, merely confirmed it.
"We have a Menu that you can look at..." The Lopunny was saying. Had she been speaking this whole time?
"No." Sandnite replied, his voice distant as the Keldeo disappeared. "I, er... don't think I'll need the Menu..."
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How lucky he was that the Keldeo was free. How lucky he was that he was on duty. And how lucky he was that now, in this pleasant green-dressed room on the Café's middle floor, he was with that very same waiter he was ogling not ten minutes earlier...
The hybrid was a little more than just with him, though. The spines along his back pressed into the soft carpet, and he stared up at the underside of the Keldeo standing above him. Well... staring at one particular part, grasped in his claws. The black flesh gleamed - the large equine shaft was thick all the way down, very slightly tapering before bulging out for the head, even unflared as it was right now. He slid the flats of his claws along it, squeezing it gently, feeling every last bit of it. It was... wow....
"Don't worry." The Keldeo said from somewhere near Sandnite's hindquarters. "I worried about my size before, but... this place is rather eye-opening, I suppose..."
Sandnite grasped the length with his claws, fitting his lips around the head. There was a gasp from the other end, but that wasn't really what he was thinking about right now. It was just... the taste... the feel...
The Keldeo pushed his hips forwards, and the head of the large, equine cock suddenly filled Sandnite's mouth. He gagged on reflex, closing his eyes, his tongue pressed against the hot flesh. It was slightly wet already - he could taste the salty pre, feel it drip onto the roof of his mouth. He lapped across the tip, feeling the bulbous end, the slight ridges... he could even feel it throb gently...
He swallowed. He tasted some of that pre as it went down his throat. He was just about to give it a good suck when the Keldeo pushed forwards again, forcing the head against the back of his mouth. Sandite took a sharp intake of breath, feeling his mouth stretched further open, and he stared at the rest of the length. Maybe... maybe he couldn't... maybe...!
"Hold on tight." The Keldeo said. There was perhaps a slight smile to his voice...
The thrust was powerful, sudden, and immediately Sandnite was glad he'd taken that breath. The cock was forced down his throat, that slightly bulging head not making it any easier or more comfortable. He gagged immediately, or at least tried to - eyes wide, body spasming as he felt his neck distend with the size. And still - he could feel it, more of it, the flesh sliding past his lips...
Sandnite tended to wear black belt around his neck, almost like a collar. He realised now that he'd neglected to take it off. It tightened as his neck bulged with the sheer size of the Keldeo, and Sandite moved a paw from its grasp on the length, moving to see if he could at least loosen it-
"Ahhhh~!" The Keldeo arched his back, and Sandnite felt the length throb. He watched, the Keldeo repositioning himself, his hindlegs shaking before they regained purchase on the soft, light-green carpet, and drove the length only further down. He was enjoying this... even with the collar tight around Sandnite's neck, tight around the the shaft...
Ah... of course.
Sandnite laid his head back, closing his eyes again. It had looked so big, but it was nothing compared to how it felt. His insides burned, his throat hurt, and his lungs screamed for air. He could even feel his eyes begin to water, and his chest heaved as he spasmed again around it. He could even feel the Medial ring now, pressed just past his lips. Oh, so thick, so big, and so... delightful!
The Keldeo dragged the length back, and Sandnite felt the bulge of the head travel up his neck. Just as stars were beginning to explode in his vision, it was pulled from his throat, and the hybrid gulped down a heavy lungful of air. His chest rose and fell, and he gave a gasp as the head fell from his lips.
"You alright down there?" The Keldeo was asking. "I can go slower, or..."
Sandnite swallowed, staring at the length. He grasped it firmly in both paws. "More..." He said, distantly.
The Keldeo gave a short laugh, and obliged.
The second time, he didn't even pause in his mouth. Once again, the length was forced down the Sandnite's throat, making him jump and spasm as his air was cut off once more. He grunted, his hands shaking, eyes watering quite significantly - and this time, the Keldeo ignored slowing down to get past the collar, and didn't even stop for the medial ring. Sandnite felt the length get forced down his gullet, the flesh bulging, throbbing with need. He gagged, but even that motion was lost as he squirmed needily around the huge equine shaft. He suddenly felt his own erection, laying across his stomach, fully erect too - he hadn't even noticed it slide out.
His throat tightened as the Keldeo pulled back. He managed a sharp breath of air just as the head reached the entrance to his throat - but that was all he got. Before he could say anything, the shaft again dived down, the length sinking back inside him. But then, what else would he say, aside from... don't stop?
The Keldeo didn't seem to be taking his in his stride either. Sandnite opened his eyes, staring up at the hips above him. They shuddered, the hanging balls swayed in time with the brief jolts and thrusts that he was making, each one felt even more so deep in his throat. The Keldeo's tail whipped back and forth, and he could just dimly here a sharp, needy grunt, full of lust...
And then another thrust - more powerful than those before. The medial ring passed his lips again, and forced down into Sandnite's throat. After that, he didn't notice much else - his body was wracked with the intrusion, mind swimming, half with the pain and the shock, but the other half was swimming with desire and pleasure and soon overcame any other thoughts. He felt little more than the huge shaft bulging in his throat, his muzzle buried against the Keldeo's sheath, and those two large, low hanging balls around his head. He shook, his paws grasping at the Keldeo's hips, oxygen deprived and swimming in bliss...
That's when he felt it. It was thicker than the length - for a brief moment disbelief passed through his mind. He felt as, deep down near his chest, the Keldeo's shaft began to flare. Sandnite gulped, gagged, exclaimed - all sounds lost, only serving to constrict what little they could around the huge shaft. Of course, it wouldn't change anything. Of course - he didn't want them to. He was stuck here, forced to do nothing but feel as the flare held that equine cock in place, before...
The Keldeo cried out loudly, his body shuddering, hips bucking and making quick, needy thrusts. Sandnite was only dimly aware of it - his mind could barely focus anymore. But he could feel one thing - he felt the shaft bulge, swell just that little bit more. He felt the balls around his head jump, and he felt as the whole cock began to pulsate. He lay there, stuck beneath the Keldeo, his throat wrapped around the shaft, feeling every last spurt of thick, heavy seed being pumped deep inside him.
His stomach bulged slightly as the rest of the cum splashed inside him. Sandnite could feel every spurt as it slid down the shaft and was delivered deep inside him, and faintly he heard the Keldeo grunt with each and every one. He didn't even have to swallow, but he did - his throat pressing even more down on the shaft, rubbing it, pleasuring it just that little bit more.
Inwardly, he smiled, as the last of the cum splashed from the shaft into him. Wrapped around a Keldeo's shaft like this, feeling every last motion of it, every last bulge and twitch and throb...
He could get used to this.
~End~