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Café Plaisir: Tiny Thanks

by October Flixard

Adult: M/M

It was quiet, so he hummed himself a jaunty tune as he worked, dragging along the spacious corridor in the morning peace. It was all clear and sleepy but for the sound of brushing in the first floor corridor, amongst the customer rooms.

It was another day in Café Plaisir. October strolled through the halls of the Café with three brooms behind him, each wrapped in two of his nine, long tails with the other three kept up high for balance. He had learned that dragging more brooms in fewer tails had caused some chaos when they had bounced around and this method was a bit more controlled. He even kept casting glances back over his shoulder to see if anything had gone wrong.

He was learning, after all.

Sadly, despite last night's heroics, he still had to help with the cleaning. None the less, he was feeling pretty good after morning briefing...

When he had gone in that morning, to stand between Colin and Chai the Umbreon and Espeon both sharing knowing smiles and slouched postures after the events of the night before, things had already seemed cheerier than the day before. There weren't many more of the staff in attendance, but at least this time there weren't any fewer.

Pouncer had cleared his throat and began, "Good morning, Morning Shift. We have good news today;" He had looked over them all, his gaze fastening on October, "The source of food poisoning has been located and apparently the issue has been resolved. It seems we have October, Chai, Colin and Elegance to thank."

The rest of the Morning Shift had looked to the four of them. Elegance as ever sat in the opposite corner, looking indifferent. October on the other hand had been only too happy to beam a happy grin and puff his chest out, flaring his tails out behind him in the 'Proudtales' posture, as per his biological inclination as a Ninetales.

Pouncer had gone on to say that most of the Cleaning Mice were still recovering and that most of them would still be needed to pick up the slack, but October didn't care. Pouncer could have told them the place was about to drop into the ground for all he cared. October was aglow with pride. Much as he hadn't been for most of his stay.

So, for once he was attending his duties with a skip in his step and a care in his mind. The corridors he treble-swept had probably never been so clean as when they'd been cleaned by a Ninetales powered by pride!

"So what's that you're singing?" asked a small voice.

October stopped with a start and looked down towards the source. Leant against the wall between a large plant-pot and a covered trolley, concealed against his approach until now, a Rattata had apparently been waiting.

The small purple rodent stood barely over a foot tall. Though quadrupedal, he stood on two legs, his back against the wall. He was smiling up at the Ninetales, a slightly cocky look upon his face.

"I'm just making it up as I go along," said October, "Hello there..." he paused suddenly, his face twisting into a smirk. He recognised the Rattata and even knew his name. Unfortunately that meant he had to suppress a snicker.

"You do a lot of that, huh?" asked the Rattata, staring up at him. Right in the eyes.

"It's a speciality," said October, smiling down at the rodent. Glaring right back.

"Well, 'October,'" said the Rattata, tilting his head slightly, "I guess you did good. Because this is the first day all week things haven't been getting worse."

He had an attitude about him, thought October. The Ninetales verily loomed over the small rodent, a predator in form and biological fact, one almost four times as tall as the Rattata was long... and as October found himself unconsciously edging closer over the Rattata, feeling the instinctive tension of that fact grow, he noticed that the counterpart to that feeling was clearly in evidence in the rodent... Yet that Rattata was facing it with a smile.

"Glad to hear it," said October with a broadening smile, "I must admit, it's nice for something to go well around here, for once."

"Things generally do," said the Rattata, "You seem to have shown up just in time for everything to fall apart."

October chuckled, "Well, that's another speciality of mine, I'm afraid..."

"Is it?" said the Rattata, "Well I hope the fuck not, because shit has been stressful enough around here lately."

They were talking, but October's eyes were narrowing sharply, whilst the Rattata's were getting wider and glassier.

"Well then," said October, "Let's hope for less stress in future. At least the one thing's resolved, eh?"

"Hope so," said the Rattata, "Because even with the rest of you helping, we're barely keeping back the tide around here."

That conjured images in October's mind that made him smirk and cringe at once, "The surf of Café Plaisir? This den of fun and filth? That's a pretty slick tide..." he said with a chuckle.

"You bet it is, it gets crusty and sticky," said the Rattata, "and if we didn't constantly bail it out, this place would freakin' flood."

October snorted with chuckles, nodding his head and wincing at the mental images. "Oh, that's appalling... You know what?" he said, "I think I like you."

"Do ya now?" said the Rattata, "Funny, I don't rub most of the staff 'round here up the right way."

"I'm not most of the staff," said October, "I'm a... Temp."

"Well, Temp... 'October,' right?" asked the the Rattata.

"It is in fact, October," confirmed October with a nod.

"Right... well," said the purple rodent, "I just wanted to say thanks, right?"

"You're welcome," said October, with a smile.

It was all noise, all of it. Their eyes held on each other. There had been a tension from the moment they had laid their eyes on one another. A link from predator and prey, an evocation of instinctive baselines, a connection forged by aeons of confrontation, a prehistoric dance.

October realised he'd been fairly oblivious up to this point, but something about that primal connection had him roll a natural twenty, so to speak, on his 'detect sexual tension' check.

Which is odd, because this one seemed pretty unlikely.

Eventually, it was the Rattata that looked away first, "So, uh..."

"Here in Café Plaisir," said October, with a slight but sudden jump in volume, "I imagine there are certain ways of doing things, even amongst the rest of the staff, eh?"

"Yeah," said the Rattata, looking back at him, again wearing that cocky smile, "As it happens, there are."

October grinned toothily, "Aren't I an awfully big Fox for such thanks..?"

"Yeah maybe, for most," said the Rattata, looking away again, "Maybe I just got a thing, though. Some might call it kinda gross..." He cocked his hips as he said it, which, for his size, were pretty broad and full. Neither was the rodent shape displeasing to October.

October's grin grew, "...and yet, you're pretty, Tiny."

The Rattata looked confused for a second, trying to determine what October was saying, whether he was revealing that he knew his name and was making at his play on words or whether he was just joking about his size. "Do you mean..?"

Watching those mental gears spin, October was grinning toothily, showing off his fangs. "Both," he said softly, "So... what and where?"

Blushing slightly, the Rattata broke eye contact to look up and down the hall, as if checking it, "Looks like you've made good progress, ahead of time, even..."

"What, right now?" said October, with a surprised grin.

"I said, we got time," said Tiny, smiling.

"Right here?" said October, casting amused glances at the closed and quiet customer's doors. At least some of the rooms had to be occupied. He could even hear some distant snoring.

"What, you scared?" said the rodent, teasingly.

"Fuck, no," said October with a gleeful spirit and a mischievous grin. He leant his three brooms against the wall and faced the Rattata, "How'd you like to start?"

"Well," said Tiny, "How's about behind the plant-pot like a coupla house-invadin' ferals?"

"Sounds good," said October his grin growing with the heat of his rushing blood.

"Now bring that big stuff over here," said Tiny, staring between his legs.

October obliged. He advanced quickly on the Rattata, then hopped up slightly. He put his forepaws on the wall and squatted on his haunches, bringing his crimson-furred, sheathed junk right up in front of the small purple rodent, practically trapping him against the wall. Close enough that he could feel Tiny's breath stirring the fur of his sheath.

"Hahah, yeah..." said the Rattata, quietly, but October felt him say it.

October felt the rodent's paws upon his sheath in seconds, deft little digits stroking through his thick fluff. Seconds after that, the Rattata was suddenly hugging up to his junk like a long-lost friend, burying his face in the thick, soft crimson fur of October's sheath. October got a keen impression of the big smile on Tiny's little face.

It was not unpleasant. October found himself warming quickly. His body throbbed with fresh heat. The Rattata moaned, softly. It was a small, cute sound, at odds with the Rattata's usual apparent personality.

"You like it down there?" said October.

"It's big and warm," said Tiny, "You fucking bet, I'm happy."

"Good," said October pleasantly, warmly, "Because it's going to get bigger and warmer..."

"Yes, please," said the Rattata, "and hurry up about it!"

October raised an eyebrow, then smirked. With just enough haste to make it look like a lack of care, he shoved the Rattata up against the wall with his sheath, pressing his soft but growing sheath against the rodent's lithe body.

He ground himself against that body slowly, rubbing his sheath and the growing member within against the softly gasping Tiny. It was pleasant, in sound and feel.

"If you're not careful, I will..." said October.

The Rattata's response was a heavy moan. October felt the rodent becoming quickly aroused himself. The rodents firm, pointed little shaft pressed into the fur of his lower belly.

The Rattata didn't protest the grinding, so October was only too happy to enjoy himself. October was quickly peaking from his sheath, his black member seeking freedom as it grew.

Deft rodent paws, tough and fleshy, with strong, dextrous grasping toes found the pointed tip of October's growing vulpine flesh. Though October didn't slow his grinding, they gently massaged the tip as it the sheathed shaft rubbed and grew against him.

The Rattata didn't lack for enthusiasm and he certainly seemed to know what he was doing. As each grinding thrust came, the Rattata would time a squeeze of his thighs around October's sheath. The Rattata would grind his own little member against the sheath fur, but he would also tug down the sheath a little, helping October's member get free.

The skillful attention had October gasping in pleasure through his fangs and beading pre at his tip. Before long, October's seven inches of black vulpine meat were glistening and hard, rubbing less than carefully over the Rattata's furred body.

"Hold it up a second," said the Rattata, "Let me appreciate it a bit..."

October hesitantly slowed and stopped his grinding.

His reward for his patience was immediate, when the Rattata clambered up his shaft and almost immediately Tiny's tongue was lapping around October's tip.

October growled happily and unconsciously unsheathed his claws into the wall, pushing the sharp tips right through the paint and plaster.

He felt himself bursting with more pre. The Rattata buried his nose in the sticky mess, then hugged October's girth happily.

"So..." said October in a lust-heavy voice, "A size-queen, then?"

"Uh-huh," said Tiny, "Second biggest, most littlest in Plaisir, that's me."

"Second biggest?" October had to ask, an ear pricking in curiousity. It was always worth listening out for the names of title-holders.

"Oh, that's Rain Flower, no doubt," said Tiny, "I'm just an amateur dabbler."

"Well, you're dabbling just fine for me," said October with a chuckle. Rain Flower, of course. Tauros Vaporeon. He briefly shuddered, thinking of the Vaporeon, but not in any disgust, oh no. It was just a brief body memory of pain, of water. He brushed it aside, quickly.

"What was that about?" asked the Rattata.

"It's nothing," said October, "You're just doing a good job."

"Good, huh?" said the Rattata, he sounded like he was smiling though October had no idea what expression he was wearing now, "Not gettin' close, are ya?"

"Not yet..." said October, "but at this rate..."

"Alright..." said Tiny, "Well we can go like this, that's fine, but if you've got the balls..." he let the sentence hang.

"You can very well see how much 'balls' I have," said October, with a grin.

"You're damn right I can," said Tiny, "Wanna empty them and fill me up?"

October wondered if he would fill up. There were obvious issues with volume to consider. "Yes..." he said honestly, "but ah... will this actually work?" He didn't quite ask, 'will you survive?'

"You're damn right it will," said Tiny, an almost crazed look in his eyes, "This is totally my thing."

Well, that sounded reassuring, thought October. "So..." said October, "You think it'll fit..."

"I think we can MAKE it fit," said Tiny, confidently, enthusiastically assuring, "I've HAD practice."

'Good enough,' thought October. He let himself up from the wall a little bit, just enough to reach down with his forepaws and yank the Rattata up onto the plantpot, his butt hanging just over the edge.

October moved around into position without much hesitation and more than a little predatory glee. Perhaps a little more enthusiasm than was wise.

As ever, October's hips had him right on the mark on the first try, before the Rattata had even finished raising his legs. Tiny gasped below him as the sharply pointed tip of October's comparatively huge vulpine member found the hole under his tail, which was in fact, tiny by comparison. He chuckled at the endless fun of tiny wordplay.

"Woah..!" said Tiny, "...Woah..!" His hindpaws, which on nimble ankles were just as deft as his fore, grasped October's shaft.

"I'm woahing, I'm woahing," said October, with barely restrained glee, "We'll do this at your pace..."

"Yeah, we gotta," said Tiny, gasping, "Just uh, be careful..."

"I'm always careful," said October, grinning down at the Rattata, who had to look upside-down up at him.

The Rattata adjusted October's angle slightly, then said, "Ah fuck it, just go."

October found that instruction dubious, but he went ahead anyway.

He pushed in, pushing more against furred hindquarters then small rodent tailhole. His tip was extremely slick though, so the pressure and the rodent's steadying grasp quickly had him pushing in.

The rodent's resistance gave quickly. October pushed in an entire inch and stopped himself, feeling the rodent's tailhole stretch, crazily. He paused in concern. Tiny squeaked. The sound sent happy shivers through him. His body flushed with heat.

"Are... are you alright?" growled October with as much concern as he could muster.

"Uhuh!" gasped the Rattata, "You're good, keep going!"

October was not so sure, but then he didn't have to be. He pushed in further.

It was very interesting, with being so excitedly sensitive, he got an interesting anatomical model of a rodent's back end, for it were stretched, quite disturbingly, over his cock.

It felt fucking great.

Two inches in, he began carefully moving his meat.

Distantly, he was aware of the danger of this activity. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that he had to be very careful to avoid causing serious harm.

That sense of danger felt great as well...

"October!" the sound of Mister Pouncer's voice shot through him like a cold jolt.

October suddenly felt himself flush with heat, but of embarrassment, not lust. Caught... he thought quickly... or was he..?

He glanced over his shoulder. The Grovyle was advancing down the hall, towards him.

As it happened, the covered trolley was right between Pouncer and the action, covering October's lower half. Pouncer couldn't see what he was doing.

He glanced down, seeing the worry on Tiny's face. He thought quickly. He reached under the cover of the trolley... and found... white pillow cases. Perfect.

Tiny saw him yank one off the pile in confusion, which quickly turned to surprised comprehension when October swept it under the Rattata and over his back end.

"October?" called Pouncer, "What are you doing over there?"

He grabbed a second pillowcase and draped it over his backside, completing the hastily improvised cover, "Hold them on," he whispered quietly towards the Rattata's big ears.

With grasping fore and hindpaws, the Rattata complied quickly. October rose. Both Tiny and the sheets remained in place.

In fact, with Tiny having his legs out wide to grasp the pillow-cases, he was making himself wide open. As October rose, the Rattata slipped another half-inch onto his member. There was a tiny squeak.

"October..?" said Pouncer, sounding impatient.

October turned, trying desperately to keep a straight face.

"Yes, Mister Pouncer?" said October, his voice almost even.

"What are you doing?" said the Grovyle, "Why are you wearing pillowcases..?"

October thought quickly, "Ah, well, it's rather embarrassing as it happens," he said... then smiled awkwardly, "You see, I sat in some spilled coffee and well, I'm covered in brown stains and... I think this looks better, don't you agree?"

"You spilled Coffee?" said Pouncer, "Where..? October, we're already having trouble keeping up, you don't have time to slack off and mess around..."

"Woah, easy, easy," said October, "I already cleaned it up."

"Did you now?" said Pouncer, doubtfully.

"Of course I did, I'm awesome now, didn't you know?" said October, with a winning smirk.

"Hmph," said the Grovyle, dubiously, "You certainly seem to have gained some enthusiasm. This is a good thing, just don't go wild, October."

"Oh, I'm sure I can keep my head where it needs to be," said October, with a grin.

"Hmmmph..." said Mister Pouncer, even more dubiously, "Well, you've done a good job on the halls. For now, I need you to go to the kitchens and deliver the second floor breakfasts. Chai is swamped."

"Oh, no problem," said October, "After all this cleaning, delivering breakfast is simply no trouble at all..."

"Good," said Pouncer, "Well, off you go, then."

October nodded and trotted off down the hallway.

The loping, jolting motions rocked Tiny back and forth onto his cock. Just a little, each time, but here a little meant a lot. There was a tiny squeaking and a gasp from October with each step. By millimeters, October was getting deeper.

It was a struggle to try and keep it under wraps as he trotted away from Pouncer, but it was too much fun to stop now. This was a game he liked.

He got towards the end of the hall, where the stairs and elevators were. He heard a tiny voice from below.

"Ah, October!" said Tiny, "It's... it's too deep!"

It was only the third inch, but it's true, the stretch already felt unreasonable and October's tapered cock only got thicker and thicker towards the base. The thing was, it also felt great. Still, one had to be fair...

"I've got an idea," said the Ninetales, with a grin and a chuckle.

He headed for the stairs and trotted his way down them.

The jolting was more severe, but this time gravity made the Rattata slip off by millimeters instead. He was back to the second inch by the time they reached the ground floor. October felt the Rattata wheezing with relief. He'd have been more concerned, but he could also feel the Rattata's continuing erection.

October trotted more carefully along to the service corridor behind the kitchens. The Café was starting to wake up by now and in a thoroughly good mood, he nodded and smiled cheerily to everyone he recognised or waved at them with a tail.

Almost without noticing, he'd been driving deeper into the Rattata again.

Quite without realising it until the muffled squeaking of the Rattata could nearly be heard, he'd driven past third inch and was well into fourth...

"You're doing great," growled October quietly, down at the squeaking bundle hanging beneath him.

There was a muffled response, but he couldn't really hear it. He decided it was probably alright.

He got to the back of the kitchens. There waited three trolleys with notes declaring which floor they were destined for, one for each of the three floors on the eastern wing where customers stayed.

Just as October got behind the second trolley, Chai came running up beside him. "Hey," said the Umbreon.

"Good morning, Chai," said October, cheerily,.

Chai was wearing a sharp frown across his angular features, sniffing the air suspiciously as he drew up beside the Ninetales, "You're helping me deliver this? Great. If you can take ground and top, it'd be great October, I've got to-"

"Pouncer said to do the middle floor..." said October.

"Aw, come on," moaned Chai, "You always get to do one floor, whilst I do two, October."

"That's not true at all!" protested the Ninetales, "I do two just as often."

"Bullshit," snapped Chai.

"Is not," said October, smirking.

"Fuckin' is," said Chai, also smirking.

October relented in the unspoken game and reached into his mane. He supplied Chai with a cigarette. The Umbreon took it with a smirk and slipped it into the band of his apron with the other he'd managed to extract from October today.

Suddenly Chai was sniffing the air again, "Okay; what is that?" his eyes suddenly narrowed on October, "Is that..." he stared at the pillowcases wrapped around October's back end, sniffing, "...are you..?"

Ah, Chai was ever perceptive. October grinned embarrassedly, flushing with heat. There was a squeak from beneath him.

Chai mouthed rather then spoke, "Tiny, huh?"

October nodded, with a smirk.

Chai grinned, wickedly then spoke aloud, "Well October, we'd better get on with this," he crept around October's back end, "Keep yourself tidy though, huh?"

The Umbreon reached under October's underside and put a forepaw right on Tiny's hips. "Tuck in your covers, they're too loose," said Chai, "Here, I'll do it for you."

Chai's other forepaw was on the back of October's hips. October saw the wicked gleam in the Umbreon's sharp red eyes. It was irresistible to let him continue.

The Umbreon did a half decent bluff of rearranging the hastily improvised pillowcase covers, but instead he shoved Tiny right onto October's cock. The Umbreon was slow, but cruel in his pressure. October was nearly disabled with the pleasure of it.

Still, as Tiny squirmed, he felt like he should do something, before the Rattata was injured. He tried to pull back.

Chai's extremely sharp claws however punctured right through the pillowcases, straight through his fur to prick against October's butt, arresting any backwards movement.

Chai, encountering resistance within the Rattata as his progress slowed, paused to deftly wiggle the rodent's hips slightly until he had pushed him further on.

It was all too fast and ruthlessly cruel. Tiny's teeth dug into October's belly fur painfully. October could only gasp, but in truth the pleasure made it easy to ignore the pain.

The last of the main bulk of October's shaft popped into the Rattata. Apart from the knot, it was all inside, stretching the Rattata obscenely.

"There," said Chai, with a smooth voice and an evil smirk, "That's a better fit."

October growled, softly, "Yes... right you are, Chai..."

As he turned to the trolley for the first floor and headed off, Chai's smirk was wicked indeed. It was a pleasure for October to see. At that moment, the Umbreon's Dark really was shining. October was understandably pleased on multiple levels. He had made a toy of Tiny...

So, he headed to the elevator with a trolley full of breakfast and a Rattata wrapped around his cock. This was not a bad day at all. His cheery greetings only increased in vigour. Beneath him, Tiny gasped and writhed, jogged up and down on October's tapered vulpine stake.

They got into the elevator at last and as soon as the doors closed, October heard Tiny's voice.

"Dammit! I'm gonna kick that Umbreon's ass!" shouted the Rattata.

October chuckled, but couldn't bring himself to say anything against the Umbreon on this matter. "Are you alright?" he asked instead.

"Yeah..." moaned Tiny, "That was kinda rough, though..."

"I can only imagine," said October, "Uh... do you need me to pull out?"

"What? No," said the Rattata, "Just ease up for a bit. We've come too damn far..."

"Excellent, that's the spirit," said October, happily, "Ease up, aye, can do."

"Please," said Tiny, "Chai nearly ripped me apart, dammit..."

"Honestly, I'm amazed he didn't," said October, cringing in hindsight. He should have really stopped that, he supposed... but...

"Eh, Pokemon are made of tough stuff," said Tiny, all-too casually, "Especially Normal types. I'll heal."

"Good to hear," said October, with a growing smile.

Then, with the seed of evil planted by Chai blossoming at last, October was unable to resist himself a second longer. Justifying it to himself that he was building up the patience to complete his regular duties, October's forepaw darted to the Rattata's hips.

Tiny's hips felt nicely shaped and sized in his paw. Very appreciable. Before the rodent had time to protest, October pushed him back and forth a little, pleasing himself with the Rattata's body. Oh, but it was pleasing at that... Such a tight fit... he felt so good, squishing back and forth... He was so much fun to play with, like a living toy!

"Ah, dammit!" squeaked Tiny, "I said take it easy."

October kept it up just a little longer, then stopped with a happy growl, "Sorry," he said insincerely, "I was just... adjusting the fit."

Anyways, he made good on his promise from then. At least for a little while. He had a bluff to maintain after all. He only 'adjusted the fit' again every third door or so.

He did it, too. He delivered breakfast to half a dozen customers, smiling and being polite and never once letting on that a slight adjustment in his posture or a happy wag of his nine tails was entirely for the sake of wriggling his cock around in a tight little creature. Though he had to excuse the squeaking of 'the floorboards' a few times.

Still, by the time he got back to the elevator, he just couldn't help himself any more.

Striding back inside, he let the trolley roll into the back wall, hit the close-doors button without without selecting a destination and then leapt up, putting his forepaws and Tiny onto the trolley, resting the Rattata on the edge.

He yanked off the covers. It was an obscene sight to be sure. It made October's own eyes bulge for a moment at what he had wrought. Tiny's body was distended at the front, clearly showing an impression of October's cock.

"Normal types must be tough indeed," said October, with a grin.

This whole situation was very Plaisir, he thought to himself. Perhaps he was finally getting used to this place.

"Fuck..." said Tiny, "Even I didn't think I could take all that..."

October raised an eyebrow, "I thought you'd said you'd done this before?"

"Yeah," said Tiny, "I've been workin' my way up. You're the new high score. Last was Colin."

"Colin..?" repeated October, eyes wide, quite apart from the fact that it was hard to see the Sylveon topping anyone, he had to marvel at the Rattata's ambition, "Ah, this is a bit of a jump..."

"No shit," said the Rattata, "Well unlike you, Colin was real gentle, made it feel real easy, so I figured, no problem... but I thought for a second there that Chai might actually get me killed..."

"Oh, wouldn't THAT have looked good for me," said October, with a wince and a frown.

Tiny shrugged, "I figured you'd be up for it."

October smirked and tutted, "Tsk! Exploiting my recklessness for your high score, eh?"

"Yep," said the Rattata, with a big and unrepentant, cocky smile.

"Well," said October, "Punishment phase; Commencing."

"What do you-" began Tiny.

October began moving his hips. Not completely without care. He didn't actually want to injure the overstretched, underscaled creature, but he was through with gentle, tiny little movements.

Excitement was rising within him, boiling in his blood. Predatory fires stoked and he gloried in the heat. He had a prey thing right where he wanted it and he was going to enjoy it.

Slowly, steadily, he began to fuck the Rattata. Tiny was slipping on the smooth trolleytop so October pinned him down with a forepaw, grinning toothily.

This situation made him feel huge, powerful... and feeling the drama, he couldn't help but act it. He was effectively a monster compared to the Rattata, he certainly was in terms of the food chain of the Wild. So he took the Rattata monstrously, making cruel, slow thrusts that tested the rodent's squeezing insides and landed with great, partly feigned weight. The Rattata's shape changed with each thrust.

The soundtrack quickly became a rhythmic and frenzied pattern of pained, desperate squeaks as the flimsy metal trolley bashed loudly into the Elevator wall. To October's frenzied vulpine nature, it was like divine music, food for the soul. At that moment, he all but lost himself to the cruel Fox, within.

He didn't last long though. His cock had been getting teased in the Rattata for far too long. All it took was a short amount of release and before he knew it... his claws extended, scratching the trolley's metal surface and pricking the Rattata's skin. His body flushed with heat and pleasure.

The first gush made the Rattata squirm to adjust, as did each after it. October came into the Rattata hard, with a peak compounded by interest. Tiny squeaked, loudly as the very hot cum flooded into him.

October pulled back, as slowly as he could permit himself, pumping more hot, thick fire-type seed into the Rattata all the way, making sure that Tiny was mightily filled.

The last inch slipped out of the Rattata with a truly obscene noise and October couldn't help but lean forwards in his continuing climax, pushing his still-pumping member over Tiny's body. The Rattata was quickly soaked, groaning, writhing most pleasantly under October's cock.

Yes, this was a fairly nice day, indeed.

"There's your high score," said October, panting through his fangs.

"Fuck!" swore Tiny, "You got it everywhere!"

"Yep!" said October, smirking.

"...It was good though," said the Rattata.

"Yeah..." said October, nodding with a smile, "That was some good thanks."

"It was a pleasure," said Tiny, "Fuck, I love big cock. It's probably worth all this pain I'm going through."

"You're bloody good at what you do, people would pay dearly for that kind of fun," said October, honestly, "You're probably in the wrong line of work, being a cleaner, here..."

"Yeah right," said Tiny, wheezing, "I'm not gonna sit or shit right for a week. I couldn't do this every day. Great place to pick up the hobby, though..."

"Well then, fairy enough. It was a pleasure to indulge your hobby," said October, smiling, "Sorry about the mess. Kind of."

"Eh," said Tiny, "Don't worry about it. I came about three times into your fur. We're even."

Briefly glancing at his despoiled belly-fur, October thought for a second to complain, then found that on balance, he really couldn't. "Well," he said eventually snickering, "Ahh, Nurses Office?"

"Yeah..." said Tiny, "Though ah," he looked over his cum-slicked body, "getting there..."

October grinned, "No problem."

So it was that a parcel was left that day, by a Ninetales that came and then ran away.

To the Nurse of the Café, this parcel was delivered, for the Fox of that Nurse, at the very sight, quivered.

So it was left on the sly on a bed at the end, for a surprised Goodra to find and attend.

For Café Plaisir's Sick Room had its first of the day, a slick packet of Rattata, groaning in pain.

Nothing unusual there.