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"I'll have two of 'em." The Umbreon said, grinning, sitting on the chair with his paws folded on the table in front of him. He smirked at the Lopunny waitress. "And I guess one for my brother too, but make it non-alcoholic."

"Hey, Laurence..." The Sylveon said. He was sitting awkwardly in his own chair nearby. His face was illuminated by the artificial light of the bar room, showing his curious, slightly worried expression. "Should I help? I mean, they look overworked."

Laurence smirked, giving a short laugh. "Lucy, these people work here. They're supposed to do this! And we're supposed to pay and enjoy it." He lounged back in the chair, his large ears flicking as he glanced around.

"Well... can I anyway?" His brother continued. Laurence looked back at him. The Sylveon gave a gentle blush. "I mean... I think it would help... even if it's just carrying the drinks back here..."

Laurence looked over at the Lopunny. She was looking between the two, rather unsure of herself.

"Well..." she said in a southern drawl, furrowing her brow. "As long as the drinks get to th' customers, ah mean... It's no skin of our nose what ya do. Ya can come sit by the bar, if ya like!"

"Can I?" The Sylveon asked, looking around hopefully. The Umbreon shrugged eventually, in that way that only ferals can do.

"Sure, whatever. But remember - no alcohol, alright?"

"Yes, big brother..." The Sylveon said in a weary voice, as if he'd said the words so long they'd become meaningless dogma. The Lopunny smiled, shrugging.

"Well, c'mon then, sweetie." She said, and sprung back to the bar, her bob of a tail waving back and forth.

The Sylveon gave his brother another glance, and then jumped down from the chair, trotting along beside her. He reached the bar when she did, and jumped up, perching on a barstool as she slid behind it.

"So what's your name, sweetie?" The Lopunny asked, grabbing three glasses in her large fingers.

"Lucius." He replied, smiling.

"Huh. So why does he call ya Lucy?"

The Sylveon frowned. "Well, it's short for Lucius, right?"

"Yeah, but... ah, never mind your pretty head, hun. You two brothers, eh...?"

"Yep!" Lucius replied, seeming to forget the topic instantly. "I'm the younger one. I'm only just an adult, so I'm not allowed alcohol yet... He's three years older than me though."

"Aw, that's awlright" she said, pouring out two measures of thick liquid into a couple of the glasses. It smelled rather sickly sweet, and Lucius looked at it skeptically. "Anyway, where're ya from?"

The Sylveon glanced back at the table. Laurence was still there, leaning back against his chair, gazing around the room. He glanced over at the two of them, and Lucius smiled.

"Oh, just east." The Sylveon said eventually, turning back to the waitress. "We've lived near the coast, and he and I wanted to explore. So he's taken me out here."

"He took ya? Taking care of his little brother as he becomes a big adult, eh?" She said with a grin. She pushed her ears back, grabbing another couple of bottles. "Wanderin' around, findin' pretty little ladies, that sorta thing?"

The Sylveon tilted his head. "Ladies?"

"Well, yeah, rite of passage and all, ya know?"

Lucius gave her a blank stare. The Lopunny watched him, then gave a short laugh, waving a paw as if to dismiss the topic like a bad smell. "Aw, don't listen to silly old me. Here, your drinks're ready. You stayin' in a room upstairs?"

"Yep! Room 3..." Lucius said, eyeing the small drinks tray, as if working out how to carry it. The Lopunny tilted her head.

"Room 3? That's a double bed, y'know. Wouldn't you prefer two singles or somethin'?"

"Why?" Lucius' face wore a second blank stare. The Lopunny watched it. It was just so... devoid of any kind of ulterior motive, any unsavoury thought.

"...ah, like I said, don't worry about little ol' me. Gaw'on. Take the drinks to your brother. And make sure he takes good care'o you." She said.

She watched him go, smiling to herself, folding her arms over her large bosom. Eventually, she tutted once, swinging a rag over her shoulder and went to fetch another pencil. "Innocent little sweetie..." she said, smiling to herself.

***

Laurence trotted happily along the corridor. His mind was swimming with merriment - he wasn't drunk, or even tipsy by his own terminology... but the effects of the alcohol had just elevated him to those warm heights one finds after a couple drinks, when cares seem to fade and it's the humour of a situation that's by far the most important.

He nudged his younger brother with a smile. "That Lopunny was pretty nice, huh~" He said, smiling. Lucius said nothing, just looking ahead, his large blue eyes seeming preoccupied with something. "She looked friendly! Yeah?" He said again, yielding no response. He shrugged, and stopped, fishing out a small key from a pouch on his side as they reached their door.

Their room was simple, as one would find in a small motel like this. The light from the corridor showed wooden floors, a large, no-nonsense bed with faded pink colouring, and a window out onto the dark night. Through it, artificial lights glinted from a nearby oil field, where huge pumps continued their ceaseless toil.

The door slid shut behind them with a thump, plunging the room back into darkness. There was another dull thud as the Sylveon's pack hit the ground.

"She was pretty cute, I guess..." Lucius said, rather distantly. "She called me sweetie, did you hear?"

Laurence smiled. "Yeah, I heard..."

"I'm not sweet... do I even taste sweet?" Suddenly, two paws were on the Umbreon's neck, forcing his chest against the ground. Laurence made a slight grunt from the pressure, but his smile remained.

"C'mon, pet." Lucius continued from somewhere above him. "Do I?"

Laurence stared upwards, squirming under Lucius' grip. The dim light from the window cast the Sylveon's sheath into silhouette, framed between his thighs. Like this... it was easy to see how it bulged already. How that short, fluffy tail wagged slowly, meaningfully.

The Umbreon gave a short laugh. "I dunno. It has a certain-ghhh!"

Lucius thrusted forwards as he spoke, driving his sheath against Laurence's muzzle. The Umbreon grunted in surprise, already feeling the heat from his brother's shaft grinding against his fur.

"Careful. Almost sounded like you were gonna say something you'd regret!" Lucius said. Laurence felt his Master's paws rubbing down his back, exploring. He squirmed, staring blindly outwards. With the lack of lighting, he'd have to do this on smell and feel.... That suited him fine.

The Umbreon nosed upwards, giving a playful growl and pressing his head into Lucius' sheath. The smell surrounded him - how intriguing a smell, too. Sylveons typically looked sweet, as the Lopunny must have seen, but when you got into the right places...

He lapped at the shape against his muzzle, wetting it with his saliva. It was warm, and the way it seemed to bulge with every motion, the way the fur pressed against him with that intoxicating, delightful scent... Laurence gave a whine without even realising it, moving his head until he could feel the head of the Sylveon's shaft against his cheek.

"That's what I'm wanting to hear!" Lucius replied. "Shame it's not muffled enough. Gonna leave me at half mast all night, pretty boy?"

"Man..." Laurence muttered, nuzzling roughly against the throbbing flesh. It was already hard, and he could feel the nubs where his knot would be. It was swelling back the second. "You're feeling more dominant than usual, aren't you? Did Big Chubby Hoppity rile you up that much?"

"Hardly." Lucius grunted, and Laurence felt him draw back, before thrusting against his face. The shaft smeared pre over his forehead, and he growled happily. "But you were being a bigger ass than usual. There's playing the part, and then there's pushing it..."

"Sorry for the authenticit-grrhhhk...!" Laurence was cut off again as his brother forced the canine shaft against his maw, just missing its mark and having it grind across his cheek. The Umbreon gave it a quick, firm lick with a giggle. "Losing your touch, Lucy?"

A paw slapped against his rear, claws digging in. Laurence gasped, kicking against the hard wooden floor. The paw pressed down, claws digging in, until he gave another little whine.

"Not a nice way to talk to your Master, Renny."

Laurence squirmed. He felt one of the Sylveon's ribbons curling around his head. "Aw, c'mon..." He said at the name.

"You need to be taught a lesson, like all bad boys..." Lucius continued, and Laurence felt another paw around his head, holding it in place. The dark shape of the Sylveon's shaft loomed. "Open up." Lucius commanded. Laurence obeyed.

The first thrust was always the roughest with Lucius. One moment, he was poised, legs quivering... the next, six inches of thick, canine meat were forced into his mouth, his jaw stretched uncomfortably wide as he fought to get his teeth out of the way. The head jabbed at the back of his throat. He gagged in response, leaning down, his rear high in the air as the ribbons kept his head supported and in line.

Lucius drew back slowly, before sinking his shaft back into his older brother's mouth. Lawrence gagged again as it hit his throat, and angled himself just enough to let it just slip in.

"Much better." Lucius said, and Laurence felt him shift his feet. He was stroked down his back in long, slow movements, which made the Umbreon purr slowly. "Now, keep going like that..."

The Sylveon might not be as rough with his other thrusts, but that's because he didn't need to be. He was firm, insistent. Laurence could barely hold his head in place as the still-swelling shaft was driven into his maw over and over again, his jaws beginning to ache with the size of it...

And that's when Lucius seemed to give in to the lust. Quick, eager thrusts, shoving that length into his muzzle over and over again. The canine shaft bulged in the length, and each time it was driven into his throat, Laurence felt the top of the knot hitting his muzzle. That was nothing compared to his balls though, swinging back and forth, both orbs rubbing over his cheeks.

He gagged again, half-choking at the lack of air. Fuck... his brother was big. Bigger than him, and he was older, and... well, conventionally bigger.... Hah, then again, wasn't that how it all started?

Ah... but that was a story for another day. Not like he could concentrate much on reminiscing now... not with that shaft slamming into his muzzle over and over and over...

A ribbon suddenly found its way to Laurence's shaft. He'd been so into it... he hadn't even realised how hard he was... Laurence choked in surprise, his hips bucking automatically. "Mmm, yes, you are enjoying it. I knew you still had it in ya..." Lucius said, his smirk obvious. Laurence nodded - at least, he tried to. The shaft keeping his mouth stretched wide stopped most of his movements.

Lucius' movements were getting erratic, and Laurence pulled back enough to grab a quick breathe. The shaft was almost as thick as his foreleg now... and he closed his eyes, feeling how it throbbed, how the Sylveon forced it past his lips...

"You wanting more, pet?" The voice swirled down through his thoughts. "You want my cock _deep_in your throat?" Paws curled around his torso, and Laurence choked again, feeling his eyes water. "You want my seed...?"

Laurence nodded hurriedly, as much as he could, squirming underneath his brother. The Sylveon gasped, and dug his claws in again.

"Moan for me. C'mon then, pet, moan for me!" Lucius spoke with a distracted air, but his words were firm. He meant them, Laurence knew that. Then, why would he not obey...?

He moaned past the length, the sound muffled, his lips stretched by the bulging shaft. Still, Lucius sighed happily - the Sylveon leaned over him, and Laurence felt as paws wrapped around his midriff. Claws dug in, and...

Oh, how Lucius rutted his mouth... quick, firm thrusts, slapping it into Laurence's muzzle before pulling it back with such delightfully eagerness. Laurence moaned again, needy sounds, and he scraped against the floor. The Sylveon didn't let up, his ribbons tightening as he used his muzzle, the length delving deeper, knot slapping against him over and over again...!"

"Sss...ssyyyyyllll!" The cry was filled with ecstasy, with the pure, untainted bliss of orgasm. Laurence felt the shaft swell that tiny bit more - and oh, how his jaw ached delightfully - before cum erupted in his throat. He felt it, even before his brother pulled out, shooting another few ropes of it in his muzzle. He gagged, swallowed, tried to catch his breath all at the same time, which left him coughing on the ground as the shaft was yanked harshly from his lips.Laurence panted for breath, feeling more of it spurting over his head, his ears flicking as seed splashed over them.

Lucius was panting hard. Laurence stared up, closing his eyes quickly as the last spurt of cum narrowly missed them, and then smirked. The shaft hung beneath his brother, a huge black silhouette against the window... as always, he was slightly amazed - and not a bit proud of himself - at how much he'd managed to fit in. He chuckled, licking his lips, tasting his brother's seed happily.

"Dunno... what you're laughing about, pet..." Lucius said between pants, and Laurence felt the Sylveon's ribbon tighten around the base of his own shaft. He jerked, giving a strained grunt of surprise, as the Sylveon stepped down off him.

"Aaaah, Lu-"

"Careful." Lucius said. "After all, you didn't give that waitress a tip for the service she gave us. For a bill of twenty-one dollars, in the end.

"S...so...?" Laurence said, biting his lip. He could feel himself walking the line.

The ribbon tightened around his crotch, and he lifted a leg, giving an unintended whine at the feeling.

"So..." Lucius replied, leaning down next to his older brother. "You're going to give her a nice five dollar tip tomorrow morning. And in the meantime, as punishment, you're going to give me a blowjob for every dollar you owe her..." He snickered. "That one not included."

Lucius grinned at his brother. The low light from the window glinted off those big, mischievous eyes.

Laurence whined once more, and then grinned back.