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Aaaaaaand here we go. We're on a roll now. For your reading pleasure, here is the third instalment.

A fair bit has changed since I was last uploading my other story. Damel's chapter was something I found months after nearly abandoning it completely. Because of that, it almost felt like a means to an end when I was writing it. It's probably why it's not as long, and lacks some things I might have wanted to implement. It doesn't matter too much, mind you. You might be seeing him later on, that's all i'm gonna say ;3

And as for Lakuta? Well he's had a bit of an overhaul as well. This is very much a learning curve for me, Lakuta is becoming more fleshed out with each day I do this writing. Some would probably argue that I should have had him fleshed out before I started writing him with Plaisir stories, but oh well, i'm sure everything will be alright ^^"

Anyway, I won't delay any of you any longer. Have fun :D

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Another morning at the Café. Waiters were serving breakfast to many a satisfied customer who had stayed the night in the many a quality bedroom. Some of the richer ones had been there for well over a week, with a personally-assigned waiter catering to their every need the whole time. The early mornings were an interesting time. Quiet, but still busy.

Here and there, special morning clean-up crews would sort everything away, make everything look neat and tidy again. Early-birds would go into the bar area to have breakfast, and had a very communal feeling, with guests who had only just met that morning providing each other with juicy gossip about their own experiences over a hearty meal.

One such early-bird, was a half-asleep Lakuta, up one floor from said bar, standing out on a small balcony from his room- slouched with a warm smile below two heavy eyelids. He wore a set of large earphones, specially shaped for his canine auds, and the wire lead down back into his bag, connected to his electronic music player.

It was about the only piece of his technology he was left with when he awoke on this planet. His scanner, pulser, technological artefacts and more. Who even had them now? Lakuta gave a small sigh, before smiling to himself. It was difficult not to with this music.

The tracks it played were that of the works of Joe Hisaishi: Earth orchestra music at its finest, and placed Lakuta into a world beyond the one he came from, or even the one he was currently inhabiting. The pieces were exquisite, eloquent, and another poetic adjective beginning with the letter 'e', whatever that word might be.

He had felt well-rested like the night before- the high class bedroom had ensured that much. Though the various happenings he had been subjected to last night, the shock of Damel, dictated that his body needed just a little longer than usual to get in gear on this one particular morning.

The air was cool and moist, and gave a soft, refreshing airstream over his pelt. He took in a slow, deep breath, tasting the air currents, vividly appreciating the subtle trails of varying foliage, expansive wildlife, and of course he couldn't ignore the smells of various kinds of male seed, among other sexual scents.

The sky that morning was barely blue. Instead, up above him, his yellow eyes could identify mass patches of darkening clouds, which hung there like a deity. Lakuta never minded the rain much. Rain was a giver of life. Once the coldness is pushed aside, to stand out in a monsoon felt like nourishment, rejuvenation, and a connection to a global cycle one can only just barely begin to comprehend.

Lakuta kept staring. The clouds overhead began to shift. They were the most patient of creatures: ones which constantly changed their form, watching over the lands they would feed with great stature. Of course they were accumulations of water vapour, but seeing the way they moved, the way each cloud behaved, it was difficult not to get lost in a fantasy that they moved and acted of their own accord.

Such was the same with many worldly aspects, he supposed: The soft breeze, now a stronger wind, orchestrated both the light lavender pelt on his frame, and the immense forests in front of him to dance in a harmonious action. As if connected to his soul, Lakuta could feel each movement of the flora, swaying in time with the music he heard through his earpieces.

The clouds were thinner where the sun was concerned. Just enough that the blossoming rays could shine down through the clouds like a heavenly portal.

Lakuta started reminiscing about other times he had rested at such heights; a mountain unlike any other, of which the cool, rocky peninsula at the top felt like the tiniest of islands overlooking an ocean of cloud. For that one visceral moment, there was no one else in existence- just one wolf, a platform of stone, and the celestial land of cloud that went onto infinity.

And then, of course, there was what lay beyond even that. The boundless vastness of space, still waiting to be explored in all its beauty. So much left to be done, so much to do when he got back... if he ever got back. No! There was a way back, he just needed to find it, as all. One step after another, as it were.

The cash exchange had come through that morning. Needless to say, it was a great deal more than Lakuta initially expected. Forget long-term travelling: he could start a band of 20, buy his own one-night venue, and still have enough left to pay for business class tickets for all of them and the instruments to fly back to where his ship was if he wanted.

Even so... this didn't feel quite the same as other places he'd been. Lakuta had explored vast civilisations, exotic tribal villages, ancient temples and celestial events in the depths of space that defied not only the laws of physics, but the laws of magic and the abstract astral. And each time, he had been able to travel on to the next place with a spring in his step and a fondness for where he'd just been.

But here? This place? When he had first arrived, it felt completely odd. In many respects, it still did. But with so many new experiences here, so much to find out, and the mystery of the shorts, it no longer felt daunting. This land wasn't urging him to leave... quite the opposite. Those hills out there? This building he was standing on? They were beckoning him closer, teasing him to start unlocking the secrets they held within.

Moreover, that even with all the uncertainty, this place had a homely feel to it. A sense of freedom he had not gotten from a place that wasn't pure nature. Then again, Plaisir seemed like it was so much intertwined with nature; perhaps that's why it had the feeling of being rooted, not just in of itself, but those same figurative roots coiling around Lakuta, making him feel like he was back out on the moors by simply standing out on that wooden balcony.

Well, perhaps he wouldn't go that far, but it was about as close as most buildings had ever gotten!

The music he had in would play for hours upon hours on end, each a new song a new feeling to share. He was, however, momentarily distracted by something. A faint growl, originating from his stomach. Letting out a light laugh, taking out his earphones, and taking one last moment to appreciate a silent hill view, Lakuta began heading downstairs. This place surely did breakfast.

* * *

Far into the building, through the staff-only doors, up onto the first floor and through two freely-swinging double-doors, a large round room lay in wait. In one area were two leather sofas up against the wall, in front of it an oval glass coffee table, stacked with a few magazines of a rather lewd nature.

It was a pale blue, nearly white at the walls, and had a varnished birch flooring that was heated form underneath. Embedded in the wall behind the sofas was a glass pane: the front of a fish tank, housing two bubbling Goldeen. Opposite the double-doors was another singular door, not dissimilar to the doors to apartments, but with a "Salon staff only" Sign hung there in the place of a room number. It also had the ferally ergonomic bar placed a little below the doorknob, which could be very simply opened on a small push.

A perfect height, in fact, for a squadron of three Furfrou who came through the door that morning. The two smaller ones- a male and a female- were Sandra and Kovi. Kovi was a shiny: black-pelted and sported a style that would at first seem gothic, but was trimmed and expertly placed to create a dark look which portrayed elegance too: a mysterious, poetic darkness, instead of a gloomy, brooding one. Sandra, however, was 100% about the elegance, her fur smoothly combed back, that which was at her head styled to look like she had come out of the finest spa treatment.

Between them both, however, with the default slightly scruffy look, and a cheerful yet determined expression on his face, was Gabrielle. Each one of them had brown straps around their shoulders, sporting pockets containing everything the expert hairdresser could ever hope for, as well as a few hidden easter eggs that were used to spruce up a customer in... other various ways. Gabrielle, in his friendly, camp voice was the only one to speak there and then.

"Alrighty then girls, let's get these boys cleaned up, shall we?"

* * *

Slouched over his regular barstool, in one hand was a piece of half-eaten buttered toast, and on a small plate was a mug of hot tea, alongside a sweet cake native to these lands- a poffin. Jack was busy passing a few mugs of coffee to a platter held by a passing Gardevoir, who stepped with a feminine grace that could only be seen to be believed, turning the gaze of more than one customer she passed by. Lakuta gave the bar tender a gratified smile, wondering if he ever took any breaks. He always seemed to be walking about his bar. Hard worker, perhaps? Maybe he'd just missed the times where Jack had been off.

Jack himself, who stepped back into the bar, turned his attention back to the note Lakuta had given him a few minutes ago.

"Sorry Lak, doesn't look familiar. Probably isn' an employee. Yeh best taking it elsewhere, maybe to some of the customers to find it out." Jack continued forwards, stretching his back, before sitting at a chair behind the bar.

He passed the paper back to Lakuta, who placed it into his bag with a sigh. Did it really matter who gave it to him? He supposed not. It would have been nice to find out though, if for no other purpose than to thank his mystery helper. Finishing off the lightly-browned toast, moving onto the hot tea, he sat there still, thinking to himself about all that he'd done so far since he arrived. Each time it seemed as if he was bustled from one place to the next, each experience landing on him, creating one shock after another, albeit very pleasant ones.

Still, he'd been caught so off-guard by everything, that Lakuta felt the drive to want to loosen up a bit more; have a sexual encounter with someone on his terms, not anyone else's. After all, what else was there to do in a place like Plaisir than to go and make some new 'friends'?

This place may have been a brothel by technicality, and a café by title, and even a bit of a hotel by design, but the truth was it felt like none of them. There wasn't anything else it honestly felt like, really. Like a person, like a community, it was a complex hive of soft warmth, rough pleasure, charming hospitality and an intimacy that you certainly wouldn't get from the stereotypical brothel concept.

Lakuta took a large gulp from his mug, feeling the hot, milky brew run down his throat with a brimming satisfaction, the smell of it enveloping him into a lulled comfort.

"Aaaahhh... there truly is nothing like a good hot cup of tea in the morning, is there."

"Yeh may be neither human or Pokémon, maybe not even form this planet, but yer still a brit, aren't ye?"

Lakuta blushed a little, nodding his head with a small laugh, putting on a deliberately posh accent, lifting the mug with his pinkie sticking out a little. He gestured nobly to Jack with the mug, tipping an invisible top hat with his other paw.

"I say, dear fellow, this is quite the tip-top bit of tea you've given me here, jolly good show, old chap."

Jack, amused at the charades, began playing along, by putting on the strongest Irish accent he could possibly muster, barely audible form a distance.

"Well tickle m' fiddle and call me a jockey, 'tis nice an' good t' know tat ay can make a nice soothin' cuppa fo' a friendly ol' cust'mer like yerself, puts a nice warm feelin' in me belly, it does."

Lakuta laughed again harder. The outrageous and the ridiculous had such a pantomime hilarity to him that these overdone accents were making him giggle harder than he ever expected, nearly spilling the tea in the process of it all, promptly placing it down again in favour for trying the soft dough of the poffin.

After the laughs had died down a little, Jack began to take out a tablecloth, slightly soaked in warm water, wiping down a section of the bar to Lakuta's right. All the while, Lakuta was thinking to himself once again, giving a happy grin as he bit though the sweet bread.

"Also, I was wondering..." Lakuta's tone got mildly softer, but he managed to maintain confidence.

"So far, I've managed to get chosen and discovered by a few waiters... okay, well, two waiters." Lakuta's happy grin slowly became a subtler smirk.

"But now I have a bit more cash... I was wondering if someone would be able to do a service for me, instead of the other way around. Maybe let me choose someone to help me enjoy myself?"

There was a pause, followed by a very amused chuckle from the Typhlosion. Jack had that look about him that could only be recognised as scheming, even the young wolf could make that out. And as he was wiping, he looked back to Lakuta with a more suggestive face. Lakuta glanced back to him. The flame on his back seemed just a little bigger.

"Heh... Go on, what is it?" Lakuta's ears perked up slightly.

"Oh, I was just thinkin' as all. Funnily enough, yeh ain't the first person who's said that to me today."

"Mmmm? Who was the other one?"

"One o' my employees. He helps keep my precious waiters looking their best for the customers, if yeh catch my drift."

"Aaaahhh, I think I do." Lakuta grinned. "So he gives them a spa treatment after a long, hard day's work?"

The barman placed one paw on his hip, considering the question more carefully.

"Somethin' like that yeah. Though think of it more like a hair-dresser's. Good wash, good trim, get yeh back on your feet, that sort of thing."

"Ooooh, I think I get it."

"Needless to say... he works an awful lot. Course he likes his job; he just doesn't get as many opportunities to 'enjoy himself' in this place as much as most do."

Lakuta, having finished the poffin, went back to his tea, murring to himself, enticed by the story. Jack continued.

"Today I thought I'd treat him. Told him that I'd try and find someone who wasn't busy, someone who he could have all to himself, or indeed someone to have him as well."

"Mmmm? Go on~"

Jack simply stood up again, leaning over the counter, letting out his chuckle.

"Well, what else would yeh like to know?"

Lakuta, feeling a little frisky, leaned back to him, giving a cuter gaze, holding the bar table tightly as his tail behind him began swishing in a circular motion.

"Everything..."

* * *

"I said it, I said It all along, didn't I?" Gabrielle was slowly running a long comb through the mane of an Absol, who was happily engaged in the stylist's monologue.

"So anyway, he came in here asking to be cleaned up, and neatened out for the really rich human, you know the one. And I was just standing there saying 'Dear, ruffled fur is in this season. You not only look the part, but you're right in line with the newest fashion trends.'" His comb started going down the Absol's back, slowly, drawing out a gentle purr form the creature.

"Well, maybe ruffled fur wasn't in at that very moment, but by heck, I predicted it. Started wearing my pelt ruffled, a week had passed, and check those latest magazines. Everyone's doing it. He would have been ahead if anything, I tell ya." A quick spray from a bottle dampened the client's shoulders slightly, the fur in need of the smallest trim.

"But of course, he insisted. And it's not like I can tell other people how to look; nor do I want to of course. So I got him to look all smoothed down, all matted and prepped for his big night, just like he asked me to." The other two Furfrous looked back, both with a little smirk, able to focus on both their own customers and the story with virtually no effort.

"And the next day, of course, he came back. He came back- and what did he say?"

Gabrielle, Sandra and Kovi spoke in near-unison, all laughing a little as they spoke.

"The customer liked both rough sex, and rough fur!"

"The customer liked both rough sex, and rough fur!"

"The customer liked both rough sex, and rough fur!"

The three of them laughed briskly, even getting some chuckles from the rest of the room too. Gabrielle prided himself in assembling a delightful atmosphere for his clients, somewhere to unwind as they are freshened up.

Sitting in wait were a couple of other creatures. On one sofa sat an Espeon who was matted with seed and securely collared, next to a Sandslash, laying back with one leg crossed over the other, buried in a magazine depicting a wide variety of Pokémon, and their many lewd talents. By himself on the other sofa was a large Floatzel, cracking a rye smirk, still holding the base of his messy shaft after his long, rigorous session.

It was another couple minutes of idle chatter before Gabrielle had finished up on the Absol, leaving them spotless and tidy, ready to work once more. The Absol hopped down with a grace and a polite bow, thanking the Furfrou, as they softly pushed on the double-doors to exit, headed slowly for the outdoors.

Lakuta was stepping a little more excitedly down the same hallway, though tried to exercise at least a bit of restraint. This place was very much staff-only in nearly all cases, and though Jack had given him a temporary ID that would help with any inquisitive individuals, he resolved to remaining as professional as he could, so he could make it to the salon without any distractions. He observed the Absol exit through two double doors, stepping seemingly silently in Lakuta's direction. He stopped, holding his hands out in front of him respectfully, as he questioned them.

"Excuse me... is that there the salon?"

"Why yes, it is." The graceful creature gave a polite smile, and a pause, before continuing on their way.

Lakuta continued on as well, but not before glancing behind him to the horned feline creature. What majesty. And they looked extremely well-kept. Lakuta had been meaning to get a bit of a trim himself before all of this started. This would be a great opportunity for certain, if only for that alone.

Moving through the opening, he entered the well-lit salon, feeling a pleasant warmth at his feet as he glanced to the three workers. One female was giving a light trim to the moustache of an Alakazam, whilst the other, much darker in colour, was perched on a movable platform, deeply washing the feathers of a well-relaxed Golduck.

"Alrighty, who's next on the list then?"

The final Furfrou spoke up. This one was larger, and had a certain... feral look about him, and Lakuta wasn't just referring to the fact he walked on four legs. That one was most definitely the one Jack spoke about, Gabrielle. He wondered for a moment what he should do... just walk up to him and ask? No, that'd be far too obvious. After all, Gabrielle had no idea that the wolf was here for anything other than a trim. This was a lucrative chance to play it out a little...

The Espeon began striding across the room, bouncing up onto the empty seat Gabrielle stood next to; and a swivel of the chair had her facing a mirror. Lakuta approached the waiting sofas, placing himself down in the closest vacant space available. To his right was a Pokémon that he hadn't quite seem before. Subtly taking out his dex, holding it near the creature in one paw, it began reading in new data. Floatzel. The information stored suggested that his species were smaller than what sat before him, making the discovery even more special, especially given what he took note of a bit further down.

It was a bright pink, slightly pale, similar in colour to his own member, except this one had no distinguishable head, instead was pointed at the tip and only got slowly thicker the further down it went, down to the slit at his crotch. Lakuta tried not to stare too much, though it had a tempting view: completely laced, yet still erect. His body and head faced forwards as to not draw attention to himself, but His eyes were fixated. Lakuta held his hands out in front of him again as well. He couldn't yet feel his shorts beginning to bulge, but just in case.

The Floatzel, on the other hand, knew very much that the boy was staring at him, even now. He took in a slow, deep breath, still smirking, before looking to the wolf, murmuring quietly.

"Like what ye see?"

Lakuta jumped a little, turning back to face him. They were both about the same height, though Lakuta took a small amount of delight in making himself look just that little bit smaller. There was a moment of silence, before Lakuta held one finger to his maw, nodding his head slowly with a grin, looking a little less inconspicuously at the Floatzel's length.

"I got to get myself spruced up soon. But I guess I was in such a hurry, I forgot to get a proper clean, eheh."

Lakuta was fixated downwards at this point, cheeks slightly flushed. He managed to give his head a slow nod. All of a sudden, he felt something press against the back of his ears. It was one of the Floatzel's paws, pushing him forwards, gently, but quite firmly.

"Got anything I can clean myself off with?"

Lakuta quickly nodded, as he began to lean himself down. There was a very faint musk. He would have expected it to be stronger, given the cum was just lingering there. He was making no complaints, however, as he shuffled himself fully onto the sofa, on hands and knees as he bent down to face the rod. His maw already parted, he glided further down still, out of the hold of the Floatzel, who just sat there with a grin, as Lakuta planted his thick tongue at his base, moving slowly upwards, savouring the flesh, and the cum as it slid into his maw.

Like the scent, the taste was very mild. And like the Pokémon sat before him, it had a watery feel, though by no means an unpleasant one. Lakuta, making it to the tip, shifted right a little, back to the base, working on his next long lick, murring gently as he gave the Floatzel one of his cute, wide-eyed stares. 'Nothing like putting on your innocent face when in positions like this', he thought. By the time he made it to the tip again, a new bit of cum spurted out onto Lakuta's lips. Before it could dribble down again, Lakuta had licked it into his mouth, already tilting his head back down to begin lapping like a dog at the leaking slit, the Floatzel giving a mild laugh.

"Damn... didn't know I still had more left to give. Be sure to get it all, yeah?"

"Uh huh!" Lakuta, having taken as much as he can from the tip, moved back down, a little faster, now getting a taste for his seed, focusing less on savouring and more on getting more cum into his mouth.

The Floatzel certainly didn't mind, as he began ruffling Lakuta's head, even scratching him behind the ears, getting out a louder murr from him as he panted softly in response.

Meanwhile, perched on the chair, was the Espeon, humming an upbeat tune to herself, one from an age long past. Gabrielle, having recognized the song, was cheerfully humming along as he worked on her. He held a sponge, which on one side had a handle which he held, as well as a small container of water. A small squeeze of a handle sent a shot of water directly into the sponge, keeping it pleasantly damp as the Espeon got slowly washed away of the sticky semen.

She glanced into the mirror's distant reflection, however, and gave a tiny gasp as she noticed Lakuta going at the Floatzel with wild abandon. Immediately she tried calling out with a pouting face and a frustrated, though very submissively feminine voice.

"Heeeeeey! You said I could clean you up, Ka! What gives?!"

"Heh, sorry pet. He was giving my shaft the look, I couldn't just turn him away now, could I?"

The Espeon only sounded more frustrated, leaning forward in her chair, though behind her bratty façade was in fact a good deal of growing desire, as she eyed the scene closely in the mirror, giving her tiny muzzle a soft lick.

"Mmmmph... fine, but you owe me another round once you're ready again!"

Before Lakuta even had a chance to move, the Floatzel stood up, forcing the poor wolf to yank his head back before the length fully dragged him off the couch. The dom's shaft was still half coated, and still very much throbbing with the thick veins Lakuta had just worked on.

Lakuta himself sat back, staring up at him, opting to keep quiet: at this point, the creature had eyes only for his pet Espeon. And on that note, reaching into his natural yellow floatation sac, Lakuta took note of the long brown leather leash he revealed, holding one end in each paw, wrapping it around them a few times and pulling it tight as he spoke.

"I could make you my bitch right this second, Fi."

There were no more words. The Floatzel turned to begin padding towards the double doors, not needing to question if his pet would follow- he knew she would. Mid-way through a series of scrubs from Gabrielle, the Espeon, fixated on her master, hopped down and quickly began to follow after him, leaving a rather annoyed Gabrielle.

"H-Hey! I wasn't done here! Can't you just... You do know it's rude to just leave like that, right? I-... they're gone... fantastic."

Sandra gave a slow laugh. Everything about her movements were a little slow, yet at the same time her pace was constant, every movement of her limb moving into the next, almost like she was made of some kind of oscillating gel- It was almost hypnotising.

"Ooooh, leave them be, Gabe... If you knew them like I did, it's a miracle they spent more than 5 solitary minutes without going at one another..."

"Uh-huh? Well then let's just hope they have a little more patience next time around, hmmm?" He gave a slightly flustered huff. "Anyway... who's up next?"

Lakuta looked over to the Sandslash. He was still sitting there, flicking silently through the pages, he muttered to the femboy with a tiny smile behind his magazine in a very deep, coarse tone of a strong southern USA accent.

"All yours, kid..."

Excitedly, Lakuta jumped up from the sofa. Gabrielle was there waiting for him, giving a confident smile, with just a hint of curiosity as he looked Lakuta over. Lakuta returned an almost identical stare, examining the Furfrou more closely. To say the Pokémon looked handsome was the understatement of the century. It seemed like every last strand of fur was placed to fit with each and every other strand, with not a single line that seemed out of place, yet at the same time it appeared wild, free-flowing, with a scruffy undertone. He seemed less of a Pokémon, and more of a sculpture of feral beauty.

Lakuta hopped onto the chair, facing the exquisite mirror, rimmed with a fancy golden frame, as Gabrielle was set immediately to work, giving light water sprays onto his pelt, readying it for combing, cutting, washing and all else.

"What are we having done today then, dear?"

Lakuta, laying back to get himself comfortable, looked to Gabrielle via the mirror, resting his paws on his thighs.

"Just a nice pelt combing, please. My fur can get very tangled in places." Lakuta had finally decided he would get a cut some other time.

"Right you are then, let's see what we can do." Gabrielle whipped out a long comb, thousands of small spokes aligned neatly together, each one of them slowly sinking into Lakuta's cream underbelly as it moved down.

Lakuta felt himself relaxing even further from the sensation, a soft smile creeping across his maw as his gaze began moving to Gabrielle, who let the comb untangle bits of toughly intertwined fur with expert ease.

"So, what brings a cute creature like you to my salon, hmmm?" The Furfrou spoke again, immediately striking conversation. "Because I get the hunch that you're not exactly an employee here, are you?"

Lakuta gave a small giggle, though it came out a bit like a winded snicker from the slow breaths he was reduced to form the combing sensations.

"Your hunch is most certainly correct, Gabrielle. But after hearing of this place, I just couldn't resist but see it for myself. It sounded... like a lot of fun."

Gabrielle continued caressing Lakuta's front with his comb, his strokes which started from his left shoulder slowly progressing to the right.

"Ooooh, so you were told of the salon services I provide, were you?"

"Something like that..." Lakuta gave another giggle, this one with a deliberate hint of mischief.

Shifting the strokes of his fine comb further downwards, Gabrielle leaned his head in a little closer, focusing more on the wolf, soaking in the stranger's form with the same curiosity.

"My mam always said to me that when someone knows your name without knowing theirs, they've got you at an immediate advantage. So tell me stranger, what am I gonna call you?"

"O-Oh yes, of course. Lakuta Horima, at your service." He gave a friendlier smile, slowly swinging his legs back and forth, suspended slightly from the floor on the raised chair of sponged black leather.

"Lakuta, hm? A very pretty name, if I do say so myself." Gabrielle's determined gaze became just that little bit more suggestive. "A nice, pretty name for a nice, pretty boy."

Lakuta, tilting his head back a little, feeling the comb begin working his stomach, moved his hands from his thighs, placing them together at his abdomen, letting out a small murr from the feeling of the comb.

"Why thank you... may I also say that you look very nice as well?"

"But of course, dear." Gabrielle said, quite proud. "I make it my job to have me and others looking their best, after all."

"Yeah, from what I can see, you do a really great job of it all!"

The Furfrou shifted his head slightly, indicating to the couch behind him with his slender muzzle, smirking slightly as he shifted closer still, their head separated by just less than 20cm.

"I can see you've been 'enjoying yourself' here at Plaisir so far, then?"

Lakuta, a bit flustered, manoeuvred his paws back down, this time to the leg holes at his shorts, his lemon-hued eyes glossing over the finer features of the Furfrou's face.

"Heh, yeah, definitely. I mean... I'm still not quite sure how I got here, but so far I'm having the time of my life. Although..." Lakuta gave a soft, mildly cheeky grin, finally turning Gabrielle's head from the mirror, back to Lakuta's.

"Although?"

"Although... I have to admit that I've missed the frame of a being a little more... canine..."

"Mmmm?" Gabrielle slowly pulled his comb back, slipping it back into his pouches. He gave a harder gaze, down at the wolf, expectedly. "Well, what can we here do about that, then, huh?"

Lakuta, beaming ear to ear, poking his head forwards, tapped the front of his nose against Gabrielle's momentarily, before speaking with just a hint of tasteful British sarcasm.

"I am but a simple customer at this humble establishment. So, good sir, I leave that down to your best and able judgement."

Gabrielle leant in to Lakuta this time, teasing a kiss, but slid his head back again, standing up straight and moving his gaze to the youngest Furfrou, a sly smile across his gaze.

"Hey Kovi, you can take on the rest of my shift, right?"

He glanced up, frowning slightly, though he maintained a small smile.

"Oh come on, Gabe. Do I have to? I wanna get off too at some point. Let sis take it."

"Nuh-uh" Gabrielle shook his head promptly. "I let you off early last night so you could get your holes rammed at Bertie's party, so you owe me this one babe."

"W-Well... I-"

"Great! I'm sure you'll do fine." Gabrielle immediately slung off his gear, able to step with a little more light grace, passing the expert equipment to the shiny Furfrou. Sighing a little, but smiling still, Kovi hung it up close by, going back to tend the needs of the Golduck.

"Care to join me, dear?" Gabrielle looked behind him, to a wolf who was already hopping out of the chair, stepping eagerly forwards in Gabrielle's direction.

"You don't have to ask me twice~" Lakuta began following Gabrielle's trail, as he slid past a door the Furfrou disappeared though, one that would have otherwise been off-limits.

Getting lead into a small hallway, the appearance was much like some sort of quaint apartment block, with three distinct doors. The one on the right was the one to which Lakuta was now being beckoned, Gabrielle holding it open with one paw, ushering him though.

What he saw when he entered was equally as exquisite as the salon, with a deep cerulean carpet of thick fur, walls a paler, lighter blue as they extend towards a white ceiling. It was illuminated slightly by a white glow from a small electric glass chandelier, hanging gracefully in the centre of the room. And on the far wall, shining more light into the zone, was a fine window of velvet red curtains, overlooking a huge double bed, decorated with the most warming, and inviting of pillows, embedded with a golden thread, matching the equally fine duvet sheets.

Lakuta, gliding into the room's centre, simply took it all in, not necessarily speechless, but so caught up in the colossal detail, that he just about forgot Gabrielle was there at all.

"Enjoy the aesthetic, hun? It's not just bodies I like to beautify here and there." The Furfrou circled once around Lakuta, getting his attention back from the clouds, before heading towards one side of the bed, low to the ground, perfect for a quadruped. Lakuta, moving to that side of the room also, took note of a well decorated dressing table, with 3 mirrors at different angles, a variety of expensive-looking beauty tools, and a few framed photographs.

Lakuta picked one of them up, recognizing Gabrielle and the other two Furfrou. They were on a pedestal, surrounded by humans and Pokémon, and appeared to be in a huge, fancy plaza. The base of what seemed to be a very tall tower stood behind them, and stretching beyond that, various boulevard streets that appeared to make up a large city. Lakuta gave a friendly laugh, turning the picture slightly to his host.

"I take it you were popular, then?"

"Oh, yeah, you bet. Once upon a time we three were virtually the faces of Lumiose 'Mon Monthly. Not to sound too boastful," though there was a large hint of pride in his voice "But I dare say we pioneered the first frontier in modern Pokémon fashion! A magazine made by Pokémon, for Pokémon from start to finish."

"So... you earned a lot of money then?" Lakuta gave a cheeky grin. "Were you very 'popular' with the Pokémon?"

Gabrielle got prideful again, and returned the grin, turning away slightly as he hopped onto his bed.

"Yes, and yes, quite the high-life, for us."

"Woah..." Lakuta glanced back down at this picture. "The high-life, huh? Sounds like a blast."

"Yeah..." Gabrielle gave a bit more of a bittersweet laugh- There was a silence which followed that lasted just a bit longer than a normally comfortable pause. "Yeah, it was..."

Lakuta placed the picture down again, carefully, still passing it a look before glancing up to Gabrielle.

"So, what lead you to work here instead? I mean, not that this place isn't fabulous, but still."

Gabrielle, flexing his claws on the sheets, taking care not to damage the fabric, let out a deep sigh, brought alongside a firm, though still friendly shake of his head.

"Now now, mister nosy. I've told you plenty about myself already." He reached out with one large, yet dainty paw, guiding Lakuta up onto the bed next to him. Lakuta kneeled down, smiling still.

"What about you then? I've never seen a Pokémon like you before, I'm guessing you're a normal type like yours truly?"

Lakuta pondered his thoughts, head tilted a little.

"Hmmmm, yeah, eheh, I suppose I am."

"I see..." Gabrielle appeared a little suspicious at first, but soon gave his shoulders a little shrug, slowly flopping himself round onto his back.

"Well whoever you are, dear, you've got quite the look about you." He started another grin, reaching out with one paw, holding Lakuta's wrist. The grip was soft and gentle, but secure enough that Lakuta wouldn't be able to get it free. And of course, he didn't want to.

Allowing the Furfrou to guide his movements, Lakuta felt himself shifted to lay upon Gabrielle's body, head hovering just above his, as Lakuta's legs slid apart to straddle Gabrielle's lower abdomen. Gabrielle now had a much simpler smile, one that complemented heavy eyelids, subtly seductive, harmonious and beckoning.

"I wonder how your muzzle feels~"

Lakuta couldn't help but mirror his feral taker's expression, who now held both his wrists in place either side of him. Slowly at first, but quickly picking up a keen pace, Lakuta pushed his maw against Gabrielle's, inciting a long-drawn-out kiss. He then pulled his head back slightly. Lakuta's breath was heavier, and after a few moments, he planted his head back down again, harder, his maw parting slightly over the Furfrou's, as another kiss began, this one lasting more than mere seconds.

Lakuta felt a soft tongue poke out into his muzzle, dancing gently over his own tongue, tempting Lakuta to return the gesture, their long canine tongues curling around each other, discovering the contours and ridges of each other's insides. Lakuta found Gabrielle's to be narrower than his own, with a few more teeth too. Their saliva became slowly, gradually intermixed, exchanging both flesh and fluid as if they shared one mouth. He let out a gentle moan, cheeks becoming mildly flushed.

Finding more strength, Gabrielle used his hold to pull Lakuta down further, the kiss becoming hard, and more rough, the muzzle of the feral parting further to begin scraping his lips against the wolf's. Lakuta could also feel both his tongue and Gabrielle's slide further into each other's depths, his body relaxing into the feeling. And with that, there was also distinctly a small rush at his crotch, his sheath becoming just a little bit stiff.

Spread over the Furfrou's underbelly, Lakuta began to gently hump against him, his moans becoming more pronounced. Gabrielle's head tilted slowly, pulling even harder on Lakuta, pressing as hard as he could against him, both their bodies radiating a lustful heat.

All of a sudden, Lakuta could feel something brush against his flank- soft, and long. It was the Furfrou's tail, brushing past one of Lakuta's hips, sliding to his thigh. He could feel himself getting pulled, the tail surprisingly strong, as it had the wolf lifted up slightly, forced to stop the gentle grinding of his hips. There was a significant bulge at his shorts now, visible to Gabrielle as he glanced half his attention to what he was doing with his partner's legs. With a flick, the tail slid upwards to Lakuta's shorts- to the very top- and hooked around the rim of it around his waist. Lakuta knew what he wanted.

Moaning again, better positioning himself so that his legs were together, he felt the tail give some strong tugs, sliding his shorts down his legs, and after a few moments having them fly off completely. They landed with a small pap on the floor off the bed, though Lakuta's full attention was on the being controlling him, his hips dropping again, as his slowly growing pink flesh began rubbing itself against Gabrielle's thick pelt, letting it get completely lost in the hundreds of warm strands that enveloped his erecting member.

Gabrielle, meanwhile, was letting his tail explore further, the furry banner moving with snakelike motions over Lakuta's relatively curved rear. And as it slid down against Lakuta's tail hole, it soon after came across Lakuta's heated slit, already leaking a little. The tail pressed gently into the fem part of his crotch, rubbing slowly, curiously. Gabrielle broke the kiss.

"Ooooh, what do we have here?"

Lakuta's head tilted back suddenly, as he emitted a weak whine, tongue laced with both his saliva and the Furfrou's hanging out a little. Gabrielle eased up on the hold on Lakuta's wrists, instead letting the large pads run down Lakuta's sides as he explored his body. His tail began poking between the folds a tiny bit, getting slowly glazed in Lakuta's dribbling juices. Lakuta's hips began altering their movements slightly, nudging his pussy back against the tail as he felt a small glint of precum trickle into the Furfrou's fur, yearning for more.

"You leak very easily, don't you hun?" Gabrielle laughed a small amount, leaning up to give a soft, affectionate lick to Lakuta's shoulder.

"Mhhhh, y-yeah... I've been told that before..." Lakuta glanced back down to him, his yellow eyes fixated upon the crimson gaze of Gabrielle, whose face was now showing that prideful stare again.

"Among one or two other things, my volume of cum is something of a legend." A sly chuckle escaped him.

Paws pressed into the bed to support himself, Lakuta could feel the tingling sensations begin to make his body feel far weaker, as he gradually drenched Gabrielle's tail with himself. After a moment, however, Lakuta could pick up a very thick, penetrating scent. It was of cum and male hormones, intermixed with other things to make for a very heavy musk that spread across the room. An already heated Lakuta almost began sweating as the sensations flowing through his nasal had his front half collapse, landing on Gabrielle's chest with a pleasured murr, his rear still sticking out for the Furfrou to play with.

Just then, the source of the scent was made clear. Lakuta felt something warm, and wet press against one of his cheeks. It was Gabrielle's dripping tip, clear pre leaking like a broken tap over one of his plump cheeks. Lakuta could feel his own tail, twitching slightly, glide downwards to softly rub up the navy blue canine shaft.

It had to be at least 10 inches or so, with a bulbous knot that secured itself at the base. And beyond the dampness, Lakuta noticed just how smooth it was, despite the stiffness not a single throbbing vain to be found. After another couple of moments, he found why. The whole shaft- it waved form bottom to top, pulsated, bulging slightly bigger, before shrinking back again with each of Gabrielle's heavy heartbeats.

It was invigorating to say the least, and Lakuta couldn't help but curl his tail around the pulsing shaft, slowly stroking it up and down. A soft murr game from Gabrielle, as more pre began dribbling out. Lakuta was right on it, using his appendage to spread the liquid over his shaft, over and over.

It succeeded in getting a moan out of Gabrielle, who gently glided his hips up and down in the coils of Lakuta's tail.

"The pretty boy has some skills, mmmm?"

Lakuta gave a soft giggle, gazing up to the Furfrou with a soft lust, even managing a wink.

"I have one or two tricks up my sleeve."

Gabrielle gave a pleasant laugh, as one of his paws reached up to the back of one of Lakuta's ears, lovingly petting the wolf. His tail began removing itself from Lakuta's pussy, drenched by now, as it began sliding up between Lakuta's cheeks once again, this time pressing firmly against his butt hole, the leaked fluid from his cunt how aiding in softly lubricating the entrance to Lakuta's hind.

Lakuta let out another murr, this one deeper, resonating with Gabrielle's chest. And using his own tail to guide it, he began to move Gabrielle's dick from the base, aligning the dripping tip with his rear, his murr getting louder, lust dictating him to push backwards, moving Gabrielle's tail to one side to make way for the Furfrou's glazed head.

It pressed against Lakuta's entrance with a soft push, the dick jumping up slightly once contact was made, causing Lakuta to moan again. He pushed back against it a few times, feeling it slowly insert itself with a fair amount of ease; Lakuta was rather narrow, but after so much liquid had been deposited there, with more coming, the tasked seemed simple.

All of a sudden, however, Gabrielle reached up to Lakuta's shoulders, his smirk nearly sinister as he once more gained a tight hold on the wolf's frame, harshly thrusting his hips upwards, driving his shaft a huge way into Lakuta all at once. Well over half the length got buried within Lakuta's flesh, which in turn stretched it, strained it, and forced out a painful cry from Lakuta as he felt the sudden intrusion. His paws gripped Gabrielle's front tightly, his insides endeavouring to accommodate him.

As Gabrielle murred again, Lakuta could feel his pre begin dribbling a little into his depths, as well as coating what had already been stuffed. The Furfrou slowly began pulling himself back again, right up to the head, which lay docked in Lakuta's asshole. Lakuta's sounds died down again, as well as his grip.

"Not just a pretty boy, a tight boy too? How lucky you stumbled into my salon~"

Once more, Lakuta felt Gabrielle move inwards, this time much more gradually. The previous thrust had ensured that a large portion of his hole had been injected with the Furfrou's juices, and so this time around, once the initial ache form that first thrust had died down, the movement here was nigh painless, and Lakuta started moaning again, starting back up the humping motions his own dick made against Gabrielle's stomach. To add to it, his tongue began to hang out again as well, slowly and repeatedly running its way up Gabrielle's chest fur. It had a distinct taste, surprisingly not one of chemical beauty products, but one of a luxurious, salted cream.

"You feel really smooth..." Lakuta murmured, between two drawn-out moans, his tail sliding off the now glistening shaft, curling up to lay flat on Lakuta's back, the pre seeping into the pelt above his rump. He could feel his asshole, though mildly tenderised now, constrict and narrow itself over the frictionless, stiff flesh.

"Mmmmh, I could say the same about you, dear..."

The scent was stronger now, far stronger then he could have assumed. Even though his head was just under Gabrielle's, and he was eagerly lacing the Furfrou's chest in saliva, the musk was already powerful enough that he felt like his nose was pressed up against a drenched shaft in the midst of an orgasmic afterglow. It made him quiver slightly, body beginning to feel flustered with heat and warmth, just shy of being uncomfortable for his heat-sensitive physique, as he more than willingly invited the scent of the dog cum to envelop him.

Gabrielle, now half way inside the wolf, was getting a little impatient. Once again pushing down on Lakuta's shoulders, rubbing the wolf's cream front over his own ashen fur, he began accelerating his driving force, taking less than a few seconds to have his knot pressed deeply into Lakuta's entrance.

"Ohhhh, It's been so long since I've been able to properly release myself." Gabrielle leaned down a little, a flat tongue gracing Lakuta's cheek. "What a lucky boy you are."

Lakuta, meanwhile, was focused purely on the new sensations in his tail hole, letting every small ridge of his tight insides consume the shaft. His moans were more desperate- lighter- exceptionally more female in tone. And on that note, his slit just below, Lakuta could feel iridescent drips of its excitement trickle down his inner thighs. This was a feeling he had oh so missed for some time now, and with this large creature so lovingly filling him, it was only the more rewarding in sensation.

He couldn't help but find a bright chuckle between his moans. His mind found some footing in a familiar place his consciousness went to- the playful sub.

"Why, thank you... It's always nice to get appreciated, especially in this way."

Lakuta tilted his head to focus behind himself, and tried adjusting the alignment of his form into a better position, though that plan quickly went down the drain as it appeared he had vastly underestimated the effect this depth was having on him. His body managed only a small wriggle forwards before he felt the slight tug of Gabrielle's dick keep him in place. He hadn't even realised it, but that shaft was slowly bringing Lakuta to its mercy. And Lakuta more than willingly allowed it to take over.

Lakuta's head went back up to Gabrielle, passing him a long stare. He was in his own little world at the moment, however. And although he spoke to Lakuta, the message came from a voice that sounded pre-recorded, a thousand miles away and completely unable to interpret a response that might have been given.

"If I get too rough... just let me know, dear."

Lakuta continued staring. This feeling inside of him: wet and pulsating all at once, a sharp shoot of pleasure flaring up each time the dick grew inside him. He'd be almost insulted if it wasn't rough at this point. With the feral grace only a fellow canine could interpret, all Lakuta needed to do right there in that moment was pass Gabrielle a look. It was one of submissive lust, but behind it a fierce determination, and the pout of one willing to take more than anything for pleasure.

It was this look that now got the Furfrou's attention, if only for the slightest moment. The Furfrou gave a mildly sympathetic expression. He certainly didn't have an intention to do anything bad to the wolf. A quick session, then he'd be back on his shift asap. One of the waiters, he was fully certain, would be able to cater to any needs he had. Yes, that would be-

Go for it~

Gabrielle looked up for a moment, shuddering a small amount. There was a silence that lasted less than a second. Something inside the Furfrou clicked.

Lakuta peered towards him in that fractional moment, could have sworn he saw a faint blue glow around his eyes, though if there was one, it had already more or less faded by the time he'd gotten a good look. With that being said, not a single question even came to mind. He was far too distracted.

Gabrielle glanced back down to Lakuta, a gentle low sound of delight escaping him. His hips twitched, ached to get going, and was only more amplified at the expression Lakuta showed; This wolf wanted nothing less than everything he could give.

"Mhhhh, heheh, well, if you insist then."

The first thrust came like a hard tidal wave, and felt just as drenched as one too, as a satisfying squelch rang around the room when the shaft dragged itself backwards and jammed itself back in again. A sharp moan could be heard from the both of them as it happened, and became the catalyst for the next thrust, faster than the previous one, that same sound being heard again, sending a numbing tingle down the root of Lakuta's spine. His moans were just a little bit louder, as Gabrielle's descended into slightly lower tones.

The third thrust came with a more methodical movement to it, as the moment Lakuta' auds picked up the faint thump of the knot against his ass, it immediately moved away again into the fourth thrust. And by the fifth, Lakuta had all but stopped bothering to count, his mind now focused on his own sensations.

It felt a little odd at first. Obviously a little bit of lubrication was always needed for anal (unless he felt particularly adventurous), but the amount of pre Gabrielle was producing was almost unbelievable. It dribbled at a near constant rate, even to a point where Lakuta could feel it begin dribbling out of him, onto his dom's crotch.

And the scent that came with it! If it wasn't strong before, it certainly was now, and very quickly it became all that his sensitive canine muzzle could make out. Maybe it was the overpowering nature of the Furfrou's musk, but as Lakuta's maw parted to being panting, Lakuta swore that he could even taste his lustful mark in the air around him. It felt as if his each end every sense was getting consumed by this shaft, and the more it did so, the more Lakuta's very mind got dragged along with it.

So much so, in fact, that the only thing to bring Lakuta partially out of the trance was the feeling of getting suddenly jerked forwards, complimented with a dull ache coming from his flank. In the time that this mind had drifted elsewhere, a rhythm from the Furfrou had started up.

The motions in particular felt surprisingly firm, much in contrast to the way Gabrielle had been with him up until this point. They felt progressively more feral, more animal like, and with each pulsating beat of the knot, Lakuta felt more and more claimed by it. His thoughts were further confirmed when he once more checked up on Gabrielle. He had a differing expression now. Not a rough one, but certainly a wild one, one that was slipping away with certain degrees in conscious though to make way for pure pleasure. Another low moan came from the Furfrou, and in turn Lakuta responded with a brighter moan of his own.

The sounds of wet pounding got louder, and Lakuta began feeling a slow increase in both the stretching ache from his tight muscle, and the blistering pleasure that hit him like a bullet wound to the abdomen with each pound the feral made on his hole.

Lakuta's attitude began to become even more mellow. His ears flicked for a moment, before dropping backwards behind his head. His already feminine frame collapsed onto Gabrielle in such a way that managed to amplify it. Even down to the gentle look he was now casting to Gabrielle, Lakuta would have very easily passed as a flat-chested girl right there and then, were it not for the member carelessly leaking onto both their bellies.

Gabrielle continued to move with more dominating motions. The movements were becoming much more rough against the wolf, feeling his insides to be extremely tight, yet soft and warm, welcoming in the Furfrou's dick with a submissive embrace. Gabrielle was becoming a very different creature at this point, a tiny growl reverberating at the back of his throat.

"Hah.... hah.... good.... tight boy...."

Lakuta, feeling his cheeks a little tense form the treatment his entrance was getting, allowed his tail to slide back off his rear, flopping down past Gabrielle's crotch. When he did so, however, his tail came into contact with Gabrielle's body far sooner than expected. He could feel a huge lump, strange, and a little squishy, almost like a beach ball in volume- perhaps even bigger, he wasn't sure. Through ecstatic whines of joy at one end, Lakuta's tail continued inspecting the huge bulge. It didn't take too long after pressing into it, managing to make out two slightly smaller masses from within. The stark realisation came to him like a shot of lightning.

Those were his balls...

Both Lakuta and Gabrielle were getting consumed by each other in the pleasure they shared. The more Gabrielle buried himself, the more Lakuta narrowed and rubbed his walls over the shaft, tightening himself exponentially to a point where Lakuta could feel his own stiff rod flare and jump wildly, yearning for release.

And upon the higher position the Furfrou was sitting upon, Gabrielle was all but losing himself inside the flesh of the wolf. Pleasure rippled through him like an electric current, overriding more and more of his brain. His balls twitched slightly; there was a lot to give, and the longer this went, the more Gabrielle yearned that it got released. Eventually, with precum now forming a damp puddle on the bed below Lakuta, the pleasure he felt and the coursing drive for release became all his now completely ferally-natured mind could comprehend.

"F-... Furfr- Fur!" Gabrielle began blurting out the name of his own species at the top of his lungs, eyes wide, then screwed shut, then wider again with each blow to Lakuta's ass.

Lakuta was panting hard just to cope, his moans loud, but getting drowned out by Gabrielle. With the last bit of effort Lakuta could drag out, he began pushing his hips back against the movements, the force of the knot enough by this point against his tenderised muscle that it was slowly beginning to nudge its way in.

In fact, as the knot began pushing itself harder against the ass of the wolf, Gabrielle began giving it all he had, the stout knot working to tie itself into Lakuta. And, as the entirely of the Furfrou's dick throbbed bigger than before, Lakuta's depths felt itself slowly being pushed over the edge, his own smaller balls lifting slowly upwards a few times. The wolf's moans were still beyond feminine, lustfully crying out in ways that would have put some full females to shame. And, all of a sudden, Lakuta could hear another soft growl of Gabrielle, followed by an intense gasp and shout.

A hard pain shot through Lakuta. An ache that lasted a split second but consumed him. The front of his stomach had a tiny outwards dint from what he could only assume to be the new depth of Gabrielle's cock. At his plump ass, he felt himself closed over a thin part of stiff, navy blue flesh, the knot tightly locked from within.

And as the ache spread to every cell in his frame, the pain began descending into an all-encompassing pleasure as Lakuta unleashed his orgasm, both holes at once, spilling pussy fluid down the already pre-drenched abdomen of Gabrielle. The top part, on the other hand, was getting embedded with Lakuta's seed, covering the both of them in quantity particularly vast, the orgasm lasting a particularly long ti-

Lakuta's mind was interrupted. He felt something. His insides began stretching down to the deepest depths. Gabrielle began whining as his dick bulged and expanded. What then followed was what Lakuta felt to be a crippling eruption. Cum began ferociously cascading out into the wolf's insides, hot and thick, and carried that same overpowering scent. The knot that held itself inside Lakuta's entrance was surely watertight, as he could feel that with the huge accumulating mass inside him was growing. His insides filled further and further with the load, to a point where his capacity was more than his insides could handle.

Lakuta began whining desperately as he could distinctly feel his stomach began to stretch. The cum felt heavy and debilitating for his depths, the straining of his flesh just to accommodate the seed near agony. Yet, what came with it, the bulging of his front, the beyond-stuffed sensation alongside the stretched insides pressing against other sensitive parts of his innards, a unique pleasure began forming alongside the pain. It increased and intensified to a soft burn of joy that ignited in Lakuta's hips, only getting more consuming as Lakuta felt his stomach become fully distended.

Only now, after he felt like his insides were close to giving out under the pressure, did the ballistic flow of cum finally die down. Gabrielle, barely able to string together a conscious thought, lay there in what Lakuta could only imagine to be a godlike afterglow. The knot was still firmly placed inside him, a few more spurts of cum shooting out. Every minute drop was like another piece of bliss that added to him. The subjected strain was worth it. More than worth it, he thought.

The two creatures of lust lay there for several more minutes. Lakuta took the time to adjust slightly, working himself up slightly, planting his elbows into the bed either side of the feral, resting his maw on his paws with a small grin. Gabrielle was a different matter. The minutes which followed consisted of his mind collecting itself, the walls and blockades of camp façade and sassy wit asserting themselves in his consciousness.

It took nearly all effort simply to meet the boy's gaze and examine the state he'd been left in during his carnal state. Still, even in the look, there were little words between them. Not because the look they shared had any kind of mutual understanding or deeper meaning, simply that, there wasn't a whole lot to say. Both Lakuta had a face which blatantly spoke 'I fucking loved that'. Lakuta gave a thoughtful smile. That was all that was really important in this case, was it not?

As more time passed, Lakuta began shuffling again. The feeling of the knot was making him nearly numb. It occurred to him that he wasn't entirely sure how he'd get himself off, or indeed the mess he might make if he did. Suddenly, however, Gabrielle broke the silence, still a bit dazed but managing to gain at least some composure.

"So... dear... what do you... what should we... do now?"

Lakuta could do no more than shrug his shoulders, giving a small snicker. It was always fun to get stuck on a knot.

"Mmmmh... heh... alright... let's lay here then, mmmm?"

Lakuta paused for a moment, thinking to himself. Was he doing much else? Probably not. 'Probably knot'. Lakuta gave another cheeky giggle at the pun in his head, before lying flat on Gabrielle again, his head tilted to the side.

Silence...

He could hear the feral creature's heartbeat very closely. It was heavy, and a bit above average in pace, though that could hardly be surprising. The rhythmic sounds it produced lulled his mind. He almost forgot the straining bulge his lower half was putting on, instead yielding to that feeling. It was as if he were just another extension of Gabrielle's dick, and by the gods did it feel amazing.

More silence...

A loud tap was suddenly heard. Then another, and another still- quicker, and quicker still. It was the storm clouds form this morning. The first breaks of hard rain began cascading over the landscape, pattering the fine window. Even in the indoors, Lakuta could sense every little drip, feel faint wisps of the refreshing sensation it provided. England was pretty rainy... did this world even have the England he knew?

Even more silence...

Lakuta was subdued, only half conscious, existing only as the thoughts in his mind and the sensual sounds around him. That, and the feeling of unrivalled relaxation as Gabrielle lovingly petted his head. Lakuta was sharing Gabrielle's warmth, no longer a blistering heat, but a cosy envelopment around him, the softest blanket.

Even more silence still...

Lakuta felt something cool, and once more wet. He was far too relaxed to move, but touch alone was more than enough. Lakuta hadn't even noticed, but Gabrielle's shaft had mostly gone down, leaving his soft seed to dribble from his ass. The tingle he got from it sent a small shiver of joy through him, a soft stimulation being provided from the flow of fluid in his depths.

The peace of the quiet...

How much time had passed? 20 minutes? An hour? Several hours? Lakuta began pondering in a way only someone in that state could comprehend, the question less being held in his head, rather it flew past him on occasion, never sticking around long enough for him to find an answer. Another part of Lakuta was upon one the hills on his own Earth, climbing a small rock formation, feeling the brisk wind through his pelt.

...the serenity...

So perhaps he couldn't get himself back to his ship yet. Space wasn't going anywhere. His home planet wasn't going anywhere. And, at least for now, Lakuta wasn't going anywhere. For now, nothing much else mattered. Worries were irrelevant. He simply enjoyed the sensations.

...and, the silence.