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Café Plaisir: Neon Staccato

by October and Coldstone collaborating.

Adult: M/F, electric play, drinking, raving aliens

You know, he really had no objection to good electronic music. On his interplanar pursuits of hedonism and adventure, October had done the 'Rave.'

Thook thook thook thook.

Thook thook thook thook.

Thook thook thook thook.

Thook thook thook thook.

The kick was kicking him right in the back of the head, even through all of the duvet and pillow he'd piled on top of himself.

He had a few kicks in mind for whomever had filled out four rows on a drum machine and called it 'job done.'

Ptook-kook-kook-thook.

Ptook-kook-kook-thook.

Ptook-kook-kook-thook.

Ptook-kook-kook-thook.

It changed, only slightly, as it had done, all fucking evening. Now it was reminding him of one of those nodding waterfall water duck things.

He wanted to eat that fucking duck. That duck had been taking shifts for HOURS.

Katook-thak, Katook-thak, Katook-thak... kabok!

Katook-thak, Katook-thak, Katook-thak... kabok!

Katook-thak, Katook-thak, Katook-thak... kabok!

Katook-thak, Katook-thak, Katook-thak... kabok!

Ahhh, stuck in a system of laundry chutes, perpetually falling down. That was relatively relaxing.

It had been a long shift, following a short sleep, following a rough night. October was tired. October's patience was strained... and it was just perhaps more than a little likely that he was fast becoming a grumpy Ninetales.

Badda-badda, dadda-badda, nanook..!

Badda-badda, dadda-badda, nanook..!

Nanook!? What the fuck was nanook!?

Badda-badda, dadda-badda, nanook..!

Badda-badda, dadda-badda, nanook..!

Oh come on, that was a new one! That's not fair!

He had JUST been adjusting to the soundscape. He had been sure he could have just slipped into sleep at any moment!

Dark Pulse was his personal torment, working at Plaisir. With a bunch of pipes and such positioned in a service duct from the place right over his room, the impressive dance floor generally hit its peaks at about the exact times October most needed sleep.

He had been learning to live with it. A Trance night had him out like a light, the other night, though a more recent special on Drum and Bass had driven him out of the place. He'd slept on the roof, that night and woken to the coos of a roaming flock of Pidove that had surrounded him as he'd slept as a source of warmth.

He'd been tempted to do the fire thing, but instead suffered the indignity of going, "Excuse me, pardon me," through an entire flock of wild Pokemon on his way towards being late for work. It wasn't reasonable to maim and burn in this situation, but he had been tempted...

The DJ tonight... had no plan, it seemed. It was utterly void of thematic progression or flow. It was a chaotic soundscape that October's potential sleep did rape.

It wasn't like he hadn't been slowly getting used to it... and it was easy to tune out something consistent, but tonight's chaos was practically DESIGNED to make him an angry and unhappy nine-tailed creature with a burning lust for vengeance.

PWEEK-PWEEK-THWEE! NANOOK!

PWEEK-PWEEK-THWEE! NANOOK!

October burst out of the sheets with his maw agape at the electronic mis-synthesis of a boiling kettle... and NANOOK.

PWEEK-PWEEK-THWEE! NANOOK!

Oh, now they were taking the piss.

PWEEK-PWEEK-THWEE! NANOOK!

VWEEK-POK BAK NANOOK!

Oh come on, this was really too much...

VWEEK-POK BAK NANOOK!

Okay, this was almost certainly deliberate provocation.

VWEEK-POK BAK NANOOK!

Had to be. No other rationalisation existed.

VWEEK-POK BAK NANOOK!

VWEEK-POK BAK NANOOK!

VWEEK-POK BAK NANOOK!

VWEEK-POK BAK NANOOK!

VWEEK-POK BAK NANOOK!

VWEEK-POK BAK NANOOK!

VWEEK-POK BAK NANOOK!

VWEEK-POK BAK NANOOK!

VWEEK-POK BAK NANOOK!

VWEEK-POK BAK NANOOK!

VWEEK-POK BAK NANOOK!

VWEEK-POK BAK NANOOK!

VWEEK-POK BAK NANOOK!

VWEEK-POK BAK NANOOK!

VWEEK-POK BAK NANOOK!

VWEEK-POK BAK NANOOK!

VWEEK-POK BAK NANOOK!

VWEEK-POK BAK NANOOK!

VWEEK-POK BAK NANOOK!

VWEEK-POK BAK NANOOK!

VWEEK-POK BAK NANOOK!

VWEEK-POK BAK NANOOK!

VWEEK-POK BAK NANOOK!

VWEEK-POK BAK NANOOK!

VWEEK-POK BAK NANOOK!

VWEEK-POK BAK NANOOK!

VWEEK-POK BAK NANOOK!

VWEEK-POK BAK NANOOK!

VWEEK-POK BAK NANOOK!

He sat there, still and in silence, not moving a muscle through all of it.

WHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOooooAAAOAOoaooaAAAAA...

The sound of an Air Raid Siren started up.

October, who had lived through far more Air Raids then he really would have liked on his adventures through time and space and found them to be really quite traumatic, twitched once.

Then the duvet and the rest of the bed clothes were billowing up into the air with a 'whoof' as he tore off towards his door, looking very much like a furious spirit of nine-tailed vulpine fire set on deadly vengeance.

* * *

Up above in the depths of Dark Pulse, the vibrant colors of strobe lights and moving colors dazzled the eyes and bewildered the senses. The sounds of the DJ and his overly large sound system cranked out every possible type of noise you could invent - and several more that were never meant to exist. They rang out amongst the various patrons in a half-improvised cacophany of what was called 'music.' Everyone, human and Pokemon alike, could feel the echo of the bass sing through their body and reverberate of their bones (or nearest equivalent).

A mixture of ravers, guests and employees alike, they danced and ground against one another to wittle away the night, daring the sun to rise up and claim the scene as finished. The scent of sweat and excitement was thick in the air, in particular to those with the noses to sense it. Some of that grinding was more than just teasing and now and then, if one was observant, you could spot a pair (or more) slipping off into a more secluded corner for a more carnal sort of dance.

On the second floor was a Jolteon whose tail end twitched to the random beat of the DJ, peeping on the ones that tried to hide in the corners and admiring the crowd of lights and the movements half hidden in the chaos. The Jolteon was a cacophany of lights herself - glowing dots of red, green, cyan and yellow randomly dotting her fur. A pair of cyan lights even rested above her face, giving her a somewhat alien look - double so when you included the yellowish green visor she was wearing.

She grinned to herself as she watched a particularly fearsome creature - a Zoroark with a habit of wearing a rainbow colored set of LED balls off one ear - stalked through the crowd towards a potentially unsuspecting human male. At least, she thought 'he' was male: the top was fishnet and the shorts had a bulge, but the movement of lights made it hard to pick out every detail.. She could only guess if that was Ravage's target, and she didn't truly care to watch if so - she just liked to keep tabs on him whenever she visited.

Thanks to the visor she was wearing no one quite looked as they should and the lights of their glowsticks and similar accessories changed drastically under the perspective. Many colors, except those with green in them, were muted out into a grayish blackness. Where there was enough light around it wasn't hard to make out the entirety of someone without the harsh stimuli of too many lights going on. It was almost like night vision, save that it was useless in an actual dark spot. That was why the Jolteon was safely perched on the second level - so she could test out the effect without bumping into people and see if it really worked. There was a certain novelty to the effect, but she had no plans to try dancing much with them on any time soon.

The DJ must have gotten tired with his last set of improvised noises as the Jolteon noted a change in the rhythm and tune. The rest of the crowd sensed it a moment later, becoming still temporarily to prepare to sync their machinations to the newcoming beat. It was a moment to debate drinks and other things before the urge to dance overtook them all again.

A quick scan around showed no new groups wandering off to screw and she found Ravage off to the side, making his own conquest on a figure she couldn't quite make out. That was just fine for her. Once he was done, he would probably go take a break, and she could venture down in peace without dodging around needlessly...

* * *

He flew through the corridors of Plaisir like vengeance given vulpine form. Customers and colleagues alike moved aside from the path of the bounding, flowing spectacle of nine-tailed vulpine fury.

He tore into Dark Pulse racing like a creature on a mission of fate. There was anger in his fiery green eyes and at least a dozen hells were five steps behind him.

He bounded through that final darkened entrance, leaving the white corridors of Plaisir to the black of Dark Pulse, scattering a bow wake of club-goers before him and on into the aggravating, shifting soundscape of the bar, advancing dangerously before he stood at the top of the stairs down towards the dark floor itself and descended two flights of stairs, down past the balconies to the floor itself, the way clearing before him as he rose up in an impressively angry posture... looking almost like a wild Ninetales, poised to challenge, his crimson form distinct in the dark and flashing decor of the club.

October had a whole rant figured out. He was going to address the DJ, list examples of names and musical genres and mixing styles from a few worlds and tell him objectively why this disheveled and shifting soundscape was an offense that required no less than ten degrees of immediate destruction in the name of the art!

October got as far as, "THIS FUCKING MUSIC..!" and his fire-type nature got the better of him, his fury immediately erupting from his maw without warning with a large and showy blast of flame that roared up into the air, widening eyes and lighting the scene.

Of course... incendiary swearing. He'd forgotten. He wondered if it was just him or if all Ninetales had this problem...

The shout and the blast of flame, however, just happened to fall in with perfect timing with a stall and kick-start of the music.

It looked EXACTLY as if he were doing it on purpose or if he were even part of the show.

The crowd roared, yelling in glee and then started dancing twice as hard, jumping up and down vigorously.

October hung his head and sighed.

Even over the din, his sensitive vulpine ears detected the rumble in the ground. If he'd thought it was hard to sleep below this before... well, now it would be impossible.

Well, that had backfired hilariously. Like so much he tried to do around here...

October paused. Blasting flames had at least physiologically eased his anger, somewhat. He had two options, from this point of relative stillness and for once in his life, October carefully considered.

He could go on as if in some quest against fun, with a poorly formulated, half-baked justification (as was at the core of nearly all angry rants that one rehearses and tries to convince themself of,) stew on what the crummy architect or HR Monster who had thought it terrific that his room be able to hear everything in the Club had done to him and ultimately he would end up looking like a total jerk. The kind of selfish killjoy he himself would frown at...

...or he could try and relax a bit.

Easier said than done after working from six AM after failing to sleep the night before, but none the less, when the alternative was being THAT guy...

October took a deep breath and forced a smile. Well, it just so happened he was already in a Dance Club.

He raised his muzzle and looked around. The walls were black with silver trim. The ceiling was high and there was a raised platform running around the edges. Lights flashed and flared, patterns moved along the walls. Dry ice covered the main floor in a misty veil. The many figures, Pokemon and human, moved within, the differences between them distinct and yet irrelevant as each moved together to the unifying beat of the tunes.

He had meant to check this place out, but he had generally been too irritated by it and too tired after work and his afternoon forage in the woods to really bother himself.

Well, no time like the present, he thought.

A thought occurred to him, however and he frowned. He had tried it before and it just wouldn't do to attempt this sort of activity sober. No, that wouldn't do at all. You could enjoy a Rave sober, could... but he was far too tired for Hard difficulty.

One way or another, he had to seek intoxication and he was woefully underprepared.

He sighed, if only he wasn't trapped in this world, unable to teleport! He had ALL kinds of things in the tower.

Here, since he was imprisoned here working off a sizeable debt, he didn't even have money. He didn't even get paid. It all went on his debt. He had nothing. Nothing. He survived on wild forage and table scraps, getting by as a wily Fox might, despite the debilitations of his interplanar imprisonment...

He brightened suddenly, smirking. Vulpine resourcefulness. That was it, that was the key!

October finally trotted off from his posturing spot on the floor and slunk into the normally-reforming crowd.

At just under four feet tall with his mane considered, October wasn't exactly a small or subtle Fox, but with his head and tails down and low, brought together in stealth (as opposed to their usual, chaotically inconsistent spread) snaking along behind him, he could slink just as well, if not a little better than the average Fox.

Penetrating the crowd, he began sniffing for dance club forage. He'd smoked his sense of smell into near oblivion it was true, but it was more than keen enough to guide him to the first untended drink... Half a pint of beer. It was a start...

* * *

The music had hit one of his high points and was twisting into an abrupt stop when the loud gush of flame, heat, and noise came out from nowhere. The Jolteon was just as surprised as the rest of the crowd when the Ninetales had unleashed its flames. With the green visor on, the fire had been little more than a glorious brightness of green, but that had just made it all the more surprising in the room of muted colors.

Once the light had cleared and her eyes had adjusted again, she spotted the Ninetales that had made the flames, sulking. It was the best description she could given with his dark coloration. dull toned blacks, blacker tips, and piercing green eyes...

It was a very unusual coloration, but the eyes were the most unusual part of all. What sort of parentage made that kind of Pokemon?

Interest piqued, the Jolteon watched as the Ninetales seemed to sigh and focus on something new. He began to move with the crowd, folding in and working to be as unassuming as possible. With the nine tails folded in and packed neatly, he managed a pretty credible attempt at passing along stealthily.

She couldn't help but think of Firenze, full of show and always the center of attention. The contrast only made her smirk more. A Ninetales that knew a little about being subtle? Maybe he was worth watching to see just what he was up to.

But the Jolteon had been on the second floor almost the entire time here: She wanted some time out on the floor to strut herself and enjoy the boom of the percussion in her bones. She wanted...to be the one hunting something interesting!

Yeah, that felt like the right idea. Why not do that? There weren't any other Ninetales actually working at the Cafe she knew of, with the exception of Teru on the night shift (and he was a proper golden color). Teru was just as confident as Firenze in his demeanor, so this had to be someone else visiting - it'd be a real treat to see how different Ninetales could be. Definitely wasn't the snooty posh type if he (or she) was blasting flames at a rave...right?

Rising up onto all fours and getting a good stretch in, the Jolteon carefully weaved her way through the dancing crowd for the ramp heading toward the dance floor...

* * *

He was getting into the flow, now... his slinking steps had a skip and a kick in them. The tremble of the rhythm, the pulse of the beat, he was getting it, he was falling into the spell.

All of the various scraps of everything were starting to add up, most certainly. He had to have tried every drink they sold in here, by now. Some of them fuller than others...

Yes, there was a chuckle in his breath, by now. His body was moving to the melody of his own mischief. His tiredness was all but forgotten, thanks to that, perhaps.

People would no doubt start to watch their drinks around him soon, but he was quick enough and sly enough that he should be thoroughly 'enthused' before it became too difficult.

Yet there was something bugging him. Something like a shadow... and not the soft kind. Flitting about on the edges of his perception. Everywhere and no-where, in a quantum state.

A fifth, middle, part of him was sure it was just vulpine paranoia. Parts of him thought it was just chance. The part of him fourth from the left thought it was a notion to laugh about, whilst both the far left and right parts of him felt for certain like there was a feral game afoot. In general though, whatever impulses seemed to come from whatever tail, it seemed his intuition was astir.

Slinking around a knot of humans and walking past an obviously inviting drink that he'd have been sure to dip his head at, he kept his eyes up and relaxed them, widening his peripheral vision and waiting to catch on movement.

There it was, the dark motion, slipping through the crowd with a slow skipping motion that was gay in only the most predatory of ways. It was a stalk, a trot, but on two legs and in constant rhythmic motion. It moved smoothly but from the way it moved, the shape of its limbs, you could see the power behind it. A serious vulpine predator, blending in the deep jungle of the dance.

For just an instant, they looked eyes, an instant in razor sharp focus, where all the noise, movement, light and dark, disappeared but for that focussed tunnel of vision between them. October's wary, green-on black eyes met those of the Zoroark's; Heterochromic and how; One was a cool deep blue, like dreaded water, the other cherry red... an aggressive colour. They were sharp, unwavering, fixed upon him like a laser, moving only to retake in October's own dimensions now that he was aware of the Zoroark. Not just any lasers, those sharp, hyperalert eyes were like targeting lasers... and they were locked on him!

In that moment of intuitive vulpine connection, October reacted in two ways at once, his head bowing, covering his throat by reflex, his stance readying as if displaying against a superior threat, but at the same time, his tails reared and splayed impressively and his ears were up, not down. As was his temperature. Vulpine wariness and Ninetales pride soared in unison.

Then the Zoroark was gone, again, slipping behind a group of dancing humans.

October frowned, slightly jolted by the odd experience that had just occurred. That was a weird intensity. Jarring, grabbing, intuitive. He recalled documenting a similar thing in a story, once. Apparently he'd had no idea, after all...

The music and movement seemed to close back in around him as that bubble burst. October was left in a ready stance on the middle of a dance floor. Suddenly feeling quite foolish, he forced himself to relax and move on. He started, then around the second ground he passed, hairpinned and set out on an unpredictable direction. He wasn't sure if he was really giving that overblown moment of intuition credence, but there was no point in not listening to his instincts...

He slunk back along the floor, moving in the timing and the rhythm of the song, skipping and slinking along. It was easier to ride with the energy and would actually let him better blend with the moving clubscape then remaining low and still.

This wasn't the first time October had evaded someone or someones (or an entire crack squad of soldiers) on a dance floor. It was easy to hide in a crowd if you were quick and sneaky and knew even the first thing about concealment.

October was halfway back towards the stairs and the exit, without having consciously planned to head that way, when his eyes caught those of the Zoroark's again. Staring out from behind the crowd, just behind a veil of dry-ice mist... sharp as shards of glass, locked on him, red and blue eyes...

October, who had been slinking exactly that way, found himself slowing as he caught better sight of the Zoroark, who stood. Standing right in front of the exit with his arms crossed. Waiting.

Glowing beads decorated the tall Zoroark's deep red mane in a short row depicting the colours of the rainbow. Somehow, he managed to make them look sinister. Perhaps because his deep and definitely dark eyes seemed to shine brighter, reflecting the flickering, shifting lights of Dark Pulse.

October slunk off to the left, his eyes a little wider than before. Then he caught himself, realising how he was selling himself short and whirled back around with his head high and his tails rising, pridefully showing himself as the powerful Ninetales he felt he was, defiantly meeting the eyes of the Zoroark with his own glowing aflame with the light of his inner fires!

The Zoroark smiled back at him. It was a deep, wicked and very, very Dark smile. The Zoroark gestured casually into the club, as if telling the Ninetales to continue the game, then.

October showed a little bit of fang as he cocked his head, then looked away striding off back into the dense crowd as if he didn't have time for this.

His heartbeat raced and his temperature soared. Adrenaline soared through him, fear and thrill, power and threat, terror and excitement. His fiery heart dancing to the pulse of the beat.

He raced through the crowd, zigzagging as quickly as his long form could navigate such a thicket of people and Poke-folk. On four legs, he moved quickly, but he was just a little too big to simply race through the heaving crowd. None the less, he made good time and he was glad of it. He was starting to flush with embarrassment, it was starting to look in hindsight like he had just backed down.

Of course, the passage through the crowd was a feint. Besides the fire-exit, there was no-where else to go down here and he was NOT trying to ESCAPE. Just avoid that... Zoroark. He made it back to the stairs, this time they were clear. He slunk up them, keeping low and weaving between a pair of groups stood around leaning against the rails. Unconsciously perhaps, he was following vulpine instinct to seek higher ground...

At the top of the stairs, he could have gone up again and left the club, but instead he slunk right, to head along one of the balconies. This would do. Here he could enjoy himself without- He happened to across the room, to the opposite balcony. There, leaning and leering like a gargoyle through the rails with his maw open and his long, pointed tongue out, curled in a most lewd, cheeky - and oddly predatory expression.

October stumbled into a prideful Ninetales posture, assuming it as if by misfired reflex.

Smirking, the Zoroark rose slowly and nodded back down towards the dance floor between them, before slinking back off into the crowd.

Left speechless and tense, October suddenly found himself growling. Telling him what to do? Who was this Zoroark, telling him what to do..?

The sheer suggestion... the unspoken... the gall of that... terrifying, terrifying Dark type Fox.

Alright, October could admit to himself that Zoroark were somewhat terrifying. They were tall, predatory, Dark Type Foxes. They were objectively terrifying.

Not that he felt any sense of inferiority as a Ninetales, however. As a matter of fact, if anything, the opposite!

He had been shocked, surprised and impressed with himself when he had taken his Pokemon form for the first time and found that he was a Ninetales. He was also horrified, for different reasons. He had actually expected he would be a Zoroark and researched it. Being a Ninetales had closed certain doors to him. So he had a healthy respect for the type, knowing a lot of what they were capable of.

He just didn't think he, as a Ninetales, he, particularly, as October, who was far as he was concerned, was always-on-top by vulpine wit and guile and discretion-where-necessary and who actually bowed and bent and obeyed for none, ought to bend to this one!

He was aflame, he was embarrassed and he wasn't planning on backing down again. Even to a predatory and practised Dark type also-vulpine whose favoured terrain and preferred hunting ground he had unwittingly wandered into.

His spirit soaring, his tails rising, his head high, October strode towards the rail of the balcony and leapt down back onto the floor! He landed impressively and began to head towards the middle of the dance floor... and the presumed, fateful meeting spot...

* * *

When the Jolteon had made it down to the the lower level and looked around, she found herself looking about aimlessly for the Ninetales. The Nine-tailed sneaker had moved faster than she had anticipated. She would have to go hunt him down now instead. "Damn..."

A careful sniff of the air confirmed her first theory - there was far too many conflicting scents of other Pokemon to readily discern out a single vulpine fire type. There was no question to trying to pinpoint by sound - the DJ was in the throes of another chaotic orgy of sound and bass. She was going to have to use her eyes and wits to work this one out.

The Jolteon made her way in the direction she had last seen the Ninetales stalking. If he had been doing that, he was either hunting down a 'dance partner' or possibly something else. The main exit had been the opposite way, so unless he had planned to use a hidden exit backstage or the like, it made the most sense he was after someone...

...Or something, as she watched the dark colored Ninetales appear from another part of the crowd, slink past a drunk couple of humans, and deftly lap away at one of their drinks while they weren't looking. His glowy green eyes watched them carefully as he drank away.

The Jolteon had paused to watch with a mixture of amusement and irritation. She was irritated that a Ninetales would go about pilfering drinks like some miserly Meowth. On the other hand, watching one do it was actually rather cool. He certainly did it with quick wit and grace, slipping off before the two patrons could realize what happened to go find another score.

Realizing her quarry was getting away, the Jolteon broke into a quick trot and weaved her way through the crowd. The Ninetales was not wearing any glow gear like nearly everyone else. Without his eyes to play beacon, she lost him again quickly between the gyrating bodies.

Still, she now knew roughly what he was after. All she had to do now was find some more easy-to-steal drinks and surely she would catch him in the act again soon enough...

The easiest spot to hide out and wait was, naturally, at the Dark Pulse entrance. No new drinks or old drinks could escape without coming through here, assuming someone wanted to get more. That, and the Ninetales was gradually circling the room, which meant he would surely pass by here...

In Dark Pulse, getting a drink was not a high priority thought on most humans (or Pokemons) minds. They came by most often when they felt dehydrated or needed a moment to breath, picked up something alcoholic, then proceeded to become even more whacky and go back out to dance with less coordination than before. The experiences ones handled it better - getting water with their beers, or having them watered down in the first place.

The Ninetales was not there to dance, as far as the Jolteon could figure. So he wouldn't be worried about dehydrating, just getting a good buzz. She hoped he didn't get too much in his system before she found him - a drunk Ninetales was probably not as entertaining without a camera and some plan for embarrassment - and a fireproof suit..

So she waited and watched. The minutes passed and there was no sign of him stalking more drinks yet. The Jolteon made two passes to both sides from the stairway up to make sure she wasn't simply missing him, before she let out a big sigh and grumbled. "Fuck, I completely lost him."

Unfortunately, it was very unlikely she would find him at this point, even if she went back to the second level. If he was only there for the drinks, he might have very well left already if his search had gone well. He might have even been caught and booted out, for all she knew.

While the idea of asking reception about any recent Ninetales guests would be a surefire way to locate him (or her, admittedly), that would be opening up to the fact she was more interested than she was so far.

...Was she that interested?

It was her food for thought as the Jolteon absentmindedly made her way into the dance crowd on the floor. She never noticed the dark form above looming over the rail, the flight of fluff as it came soaring down.

She definitely noticed when it landed directly in front of her, nearly taking of her head with its impact! the sound of air being displayed, the thud of paw pads taking the impact of the floor, and the sudden display of tails and green eyes practically in her face.

Neon let out an embarrassing screech and leapt back, expanding her profile to the Ninetales' gaze.To the Ninetales, a LED glittery Jolteon wearing a funny green visor had just appeared out of nowhere, distracting him thoroughly from the mental track he had been on. it must have been a very good one too, because the Ninetales yelped and hopped back a foot before the Jolteon had even landed back on the ground.

Apparently Arceus had that sort of sense of humor going tonight.

The Ninetales gave off a small whiff of flame with the yelp, startling both of them a bit further. "Woah woah! Easy there, Foxie! I come in peace, damn!" The Jolteon backed away a step, trying to catch up with her heartbeat at the borderline crash they nearly had.. "When the hell did you get up there? You move quick for someone with a bunch of extra weight on their butt."

Looking abashed, the Ninetales quickly composed himself into looking like he meant to give off the flames (a fact the Jolteon already knew was false). Although he did look down at her with those glowy green eyes, she could see him glancing around at the crowd as if searching for somebody. They weren't solid green as she had first thought, but green irises on black sclera. "Of course you come in peace, of course. You simply surprised me. All these lights and sounds and crazy dancing Monkeys..."

Off to the side, a Monferno paused and glared at the Ninetales, before moving further into the crowd to twerk some more.

The Jolteon had his attention now, at least. The fact he seemed distracted was not a promising sign, however. Had the Ninetales come here looking for someone he knew? His voice definitely pegged him as male...could he be another one of those who prefered to go after the other males?

That would just make this trip all the more wasted, and embarrassing if she hit him up and he declined her for that. Best if she figured it out now than later. "You looking for someone there, Foxie? I didn't mean to interrupt ya if you got plans."

* * *

The beat bouncing in some jaunty new arrangement, October's eyes scanned around, his eyes searching the dancescape for traces of the Zoroark... then on failing to catch the shifting shadow, blinking as he came to terms with this sudden distraction.

Quite a distraction it was... and quite a difference from the shadowy Zoro. Where his eyes had been searching the background gloom for a darker on dark, suddenly they had to readjust hard to deal with a sudden foreground of brightest-in-bright yellow spikes and flashing lights!

It was such a jarring transition that the spell he had been under, the dance of counter-stalking Foxes, which had cracked at the sudden screech and blur of technicolor fur, was now all but instantly broken.

"Other plans..?" October found himself repeating, suddenly only half-able to remember what he'd just been saying, breaking out of the trance like someone just waking up, "Ahhh, well, not really," he said absently, beginning only now to really consider what his overall plan might have even been.

He looked over the Pokemon, curiously at first, then with a raised eyebrow and then with a slowly growing smile. Spiked yellow fur woven with LED's, which were crimped into place and lit by static charge. Glowsticks. A 'wreath' made of chained LED's in tubing. Arm and leg bands. A chartreuse mask of coloured plastic over the eyes... ...Somewhere under all that rave paraphernalia was a Jolteon!

Even through that coloured visor, October could see the Jolteon's purple eyes looking at him with a distinct curiosity. It was kind of cute to say the least.

"Something amusing there, Foxie..?" asked the Jolteon, their own eyebrow raising at the look on his face. This broadened his own smile.

"Not at all," said October by reflex, then with a grin added, "Well, perhaps a little, shiny one, but not in a bad way."

"Shiny one..?" repeated the Jolteon, still looking at him directly and smiling.

"Shiny AND sparkly, no less," said October with a growing grin, "I like your style, Jolteon, it's FUN." It certainly was. As she cocked her head at him his eyes were drawn to the two blue LED's the Jolteon had placed like antenna on their brow. It make him snick half a snicker.

"Fun, huh..?" she repeated, smiling, "I was just tryin' some stuff out! You like it?"

"I do," said October, brightly, though in truth he thought the Jolteon was very clearly trying too hard. They had so much shit on that they didn't look like they were here to dance. That wasn't all... their eyes were too clear to suggest they'd had much in the way of 'mood elevation.' That stuck her out as an oddity in a dance club and that couldn't help but catch October's interest...

The Jolteon cocked its head, smirking, "Oh yeah?"

He still wasn't sure of the gender, either. The pitch of their voice was somewhat high, but then, they were a Jolteon and he hadn't heard many. Not that he minded either way, of course. He even enjoyed a little uncertainty, there and with fit feral quadrupedal Pokemon there was always a little. Something he certainly appreciated about the field. Given his experiences in Plaisir thus far, however, since they hadn't yet tried to assault him, he was leaning towards male, perhaps...

"Indeed," said October, smirking back. He wanted to say it was 'festive,' but that might have been a little too cheeky. That he'd missed a cue for a compliment in considering this was fairly typical of him and silence lingered for a few seconds.

Still in just his first week at Café Plaisir, October was still too busy learning to hold back the extremes of his offensiveness to much turn on the charm.

The beat of the music continued, filling on to the next bar.

...Just like that, of course, they were all out of smalltalk. It happened often in dance clubs.

Fortunately, as October reflected, there are mechanisms in place for this. For example; Talk about the music.

"So, the DJ," started October, casually, "Zapped, charbroiled or both?"

The Jolteon shot him a look like they must have misheard him. He shot them a wicked grin like he was just wanting to see what their reaction was. They raised an eyebrow at first, then grinned right back. Sharp teeth.

"You don't like the set, huh?" asked the Jolteon. Her accent sounded a ways east of here, he reflected.

Then October grinned, showing teeth, his lingering coals of anger fanning all too easily, "Why this novice hack is setting the art back a few centuries with his lack of ongoing flow. It makes it impossible for one to settle down into..." he was about to say, 'sleep,' he quickly corrected himself, "moving oneself!"

"Moving oneself..?" asked the Jolteon with a cheeky smirk, "Is that what you came here to do?" she asked, teasingly.

October cocked his head slightly, still smiling, "Isn't that why folk come to a Dance Club?"

"Oh, right..." said the Jolteon, teasingly, "It's just I haven't seen you do much dancing, yet."

October grinned and half lowered himself towards a casual version of a more aggressive posture, briefly, "Then you will," he said simply.

"Oho," she said, grinning back at him, "This I've gotta see. The DJ's not bad, by the way, it's just a mix night."

A Mix Night. Right. The sod's trying out new material right over my head. He could have at least bothered to arrange it by theme or tempo or something... SOME semblance of... October paused, made himself let it go. It was less interesting than the present.

Suddenly remembering what she had said earlier, October smirked, "By the way," he said with a grin, "This extra weight I carry on my butt is my nine magnificent tails and you'd do well not to underestimate them..."

"Shouldn't I..?" said the Jolteon, "Looks like a lot to haul around around, bet it slows you down..."

"...Whereas you like to dress LIGHT?" said October, with a grin.

He almost got her to crack up. He saw it in her eyes.

"Well," said October, "Prepare to be surprised, let's dance..."

He held her eyes as he started moving. The beat was a standard double-skip step, but as usual, he would thread his own way through it. As ever, it was simply a matter of listening to the natural reactions of one's own body.

...and just like that, he began, bowing forwards slightly as he relaxed into it, moving all of his body and his tails at once, like a single flowing mechanism, slowly at first, but gaining in pendulous motion that loosened his muscles and joints. It was a ripple, starting at his swaying head and travelling up along his back as he flexed his legs and flanks, almost serpentine. The waves travelling along his tails until those danced like fire.

That was just to start. He immediately began skipping to the beat, from side to side and slightly to about, on alternating paws. A large Fox he might be, but this form was built to bounce. He did so quickly whilst managing to keep a flow. His crimson fur shook from side to side with the motion.

Behind him, far from slowing him down, his tails swayed with his motions, counterbalancing and stabilising his every motion, enhancing his grace.

To make that point clearer, he pounced up with his back end and swirled his hips. His tails flourishing like streamers as they rolled about behind him, making a showy display as they maintained his hang time with their sheer, fluffy reaction mass, his hindlegs seemingly defying gravity for a few critical, impressive seconds.

He landed into a 'proud Ninetales' position with his muzzle high, his back arced and his tails flaring out proudly into a fan behind him and he spat out a little flame to finish with a big, showy smile.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught it then. A flash of white fangs in sheerest darkness. He glanced over and saw briefly the scowling Zoroark turn away and felt a pinch of embarrassment. In his excitement, he had quite forgotten the intense vulpine duel motif and somewhat abandoned the Zoroark to dance with this Jolteon.

Oh well. He was sure he had made his position clear enough, anyway. He doubted that could possibly come back to haunt him.

Returning his attention to the immediate situation, October leaned down to the Jolteon and grinned, "Your turn."

* * *

The Jolteon had to admit, for a bunch of fluffy dead weight, the Firefox could make those tails work for him when he wanted to. She was quite glad he seemed interested in her now. Any other plans he had must have been small time, if at all.

Plus if he could move this well while stealing drinks, he wasn't some soft touch either.

"Not bad, not bad, Foxie." The Jolteon approved with a smirk as she took her turn. She paced herself a few steps back to build a little room, still facing him as she gave the music a moment to fall into sync with her mind.

First came the small head bob, timing with the tap of a paw on the floor, several more of those, and she jumped into a sharp sway of her hips, swinging that blunty end set of tail spikes she held. There was no sway to them like that of a Ninetales, but their effect was more blatant as she sudden stalked forward at October. Grinning widely, she strutted her way up to him as if she had more in mind than a dance.

October started and backed up a pace, only to find the Jolteon veering right at the last moment to brush her 'prickly' fur against his side, her hind end 'bumping' him in the shoulder as she strutted off to a clear space behind him. Taking the 'playful shove' for what it was, the Ninetales smirked as he followed the weaving back end before him. Such movements certainly had a different effect without long, wavy tails to accent them. The Jolteon's movements were firm and sharp, making up for that fact by drawing one's eyes to the spike points, then to the tell-tale signs of...

Well, October now knew for certain this Jolteon was a female!

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The strutting became bouncing. What had been a mere head bob before became head banging, each movement synced perfectly to small hops off her paws. The beat of the music was just heavy enough to fit such a tactic, but by itself, October still had the 'lead' in their dance off.

Bouncing soon gave way to side to side hops with the head banging and from there became a side-step hop. She was weaving her foot steps between the hops, turning this way and that way and throwing her body into the movements before hopping herself back into place.

The Jolteon could see the bemused look on the Ninetales face. She knew that he felt he was still 'winning' at this point - she hadn't done much that was unlike what he had gone for. With a smirk of her own, she made her move.

Her movements stilled from bouncing to a crouch, head low, ears up, rump in the air and wiggling with such exaggeration one would have been expecting her to pounce a Rattata. October was prepared for the surprise of her 'rushing' at him, holding his ground. Instead of ramming into him she stopped a good foot short and leapt - backwards!

It was a quick flip, low and fast, a blue of yellow and lights. October hadn't registered the fact she had landed safely on all fours before she was posturing at him in a challenge, smirking widely.

The Jolteon wasn't finished yet. With the Ninetales paused to evaluate her actions, she darted between his legs from the side and did another backflip hop over him, landing again easily.

This time, she was up on her hind paws and looking him more directly in the face as he turned to catch up, tapping his snout gently with a fore paw before she turned and strutted her hips at him again, posing as some bipedal figure.

A few steps away, and she was back on all fours, looking over her shoulder at him with a questioning look of amusement. "How's that, Foxie?"

* * *

"Not bad at all," said October, with a toothy grin, "A fine display of speed and agility, but we're not playing flippy-yappy-dogs, here... let's see some rhythm."

To emphasise his point, he began to stride around her, rolling his shoulders and waving his hips in a low stalk as he began to circle around her, keeping his eyes to hers as he did.

He waited for the bar and then suddenly reared up, facing away from the Jolteon, he stood up on his hinds and looked over his shoulder at her as he shook his hips from side to side in time to the music. Nine big tails made the balance relatively easy, but he took it a step further, shaking those tails in alternate, giving them the effect of a shimmer or an oversized 'finger-dazzle' as they played against each other.

On the next bar, he span on the paws of one hindpaw and continued shake his hips, now facing her. Of course, this had the effect of showing off his now-swaying balls, but after the first quarter, he coquettishly hid those behind a veil of moving tails, barely showing brief glimpses of his goods as the tails moved up and over, covering one by one.

On the sixteenth beat and the next bar, he repeated the pivot, but instead began to make his way around the Jolteon. It was an odd way to circle someone and a difficult one, but he had a trick to made it easier; He wrapped one tail and then another around her, stroking the Eeveelution with thick, floofy warm tails and caressing her; Teasing and providing stability at the same time.

He waited until he was back in front of her before letting himself fall back to all fours in front of her, not accidentally letting his nose poke against her own when he finally settled to rest, a mighty smirk on his face as he did. His hips and tail kept moving, now fully caught in the flow of the dance, his eyes and expression alone telling the Jolteon that it was her turn again to show him what she got.

* * *

The Jolteon had been ready for a quip, and even raised her eyebrow for it, but what the Ninetales went for was not what she had expected.

To put it simply, the Ninetales hadn't gone into some feral style sort of strut or play or some other wild 'four legged step' as others might have - he had gone to using humanoid steps.

From there, a style of tail movements she had never seen before was done, and that wasn't even the part that stunned her a bit for a moment. Reared on his hind paws, he had turned and basically wiggled his goods at her before hiding them, pulling off a rather clever variant of 'feather dancing.' The Jolteon recalled a few others at the Cafe who did that on the Captivate stages...Perhaps this Ninetales was a new pole dancer of theirs?

If he was, she was definitely going to see one of his performances!

The dancing was definitely getting more suggestive when the Ninetales began circling her and caressing her with his tails. She was starting to wonder if he was just as interested in her potential as she had been in his. Had she been too direct? Did he just like to flirt? Was he just trying to throw her off so he could win?

Questions and questions - and then there he was in her face, challenging her with those eyes and that cocky smirk of his.

Okay. She could play this game! He wanted rhythm, she'd give him rhythm! "Back on your back paws, Foxie. This next one is a two'fer."

The Ninetales seemed to catch on despite a fleeting look of confusion. When she pushed up onto her hind legs, he did the same. Their front paws met in the air, pawpads pressing together... and like a pair of bipeds dancing hand-in-hand to the music, they were off.

He gave her the lead, most likely because it was her turn, so she set the pace accordingly. The music was still wild and thumping, but it was more than workable enough for a bit of two-person dancing. The Ninetales matched her steps on the parts to follow. When she pulled away for a flourish, he would catch her back up without a stumble, then he would make his own little stunt for her to catch up to him with.

It was a fair bit harder for him to play modest with his tails in this position too, which was a dastardly part of her plan when she turned herself about and trapped his paws on her shoulders, twerking that rump so her hip fur was brushing and grazing along against his crotch and hips.

Her ears were perked as she listened for signs of whether or not it was distracting him. There was a definitely noise that sounded like keening, then a low growl. Not angry, but perhaps suspicious. The claws of his paws tightened through her fur, poking but not piercing at her hide.

Then she stumbled back a single step as she was pulled much closer to him. They were still up on their hind legs, but that only meant she felt the heat radiating off his body all the more. The soft growl was near her ear as those claws flexed. Something warm and fluffy was stroking over her hip - it had to be a tail. Their movements had halted into a bit of swaying, still making them look like they were moving to the music, but it might as well have been stationary with the way that tail focused on caressing her outer thigh, then inside it.

She gave him points for not just groping her right on the spot, but she had definitely gotten a reaction out of him.

"You're playing a naughty game here, Shiny One," His low voice huffed along her ear, pleased and dangerous, "What's your name?"

* * *

Oh, she was a wicked one alright... and she was stoking his inner flames, no end. He wasn't exactly sure at what point his fourth tail had crept in and started stroking her, but he made no effort to stop it. She had raised no objection and furthermore... she felt rather nice...

"Neon," said the Jolteon, with a grin, "I'm one of the Afternoon Masseuse. Pleased to meet ya! ...So what do I call you..? ...or do ya like 'Foxie..?'"

October grinned back, "A Masseuse you say..?" he had to admit, he had trouble seeing it, but he had no reason to doubt her, either, still, that left the embarrassing part of his own occupation, which he didn't relish in mentioning, "I'm October, the Morning Shift's new Floor Waiter, debt-prisoner and general bloody dogsbody."

That got a chuckle from the Jolteon. "A new waiter for the dead hours? Nice. Must be comfortable save for the getting up part. You must be a real party animal if you're up at this hour." She shuffled herself to pull free from the pulled in position, turning back around to match pawpads and shift the dance into a more casual sway back and forth. "No rest for the wicked, eh? Welcome to the Cafe."

October couldn't help but growl softly, as those delectable hindquarters were pulled away from him. He tried to suppress it all the same, after all, he didn't need to be losing control in here... still, the distraction delayed his response for a few seconds before his brain caught up. "Party animal..? Ahhh..." he couldn't help but chuckle, "Actually, the place was keeping me up. This DJ's set is a crime against the art. Almost no flow at all. I had thought to set him on fire..."

"Set him on fire? He's already a flamer, don't encourage him!" Neon barked out a laugh at that, "So you decided if you couldn't cook'em, you'd join'em? Fun sense of logic there. Nobody warned you to get some ear plugs or something eh? You must have one of the on site rooms or were bunking with someone if this was keeping you up."

That had October giggling for a second, then looking at the Jolteon with a big smile, he liked her sense of humour.. "...Something like that," he eventually managed to say, "and normally it's not a problem. I've gotten used to sleeping through the flow of a GOOD set, which is not what this is, mix night or no." He briefly cast a bitter glance up at the sound-stage, then he smiled back at the Jolteon, "...and alas, my room, uninhabitable as it quite is right now, is empty."

Though she had been all smiles and laughter so far, Neon's face faltered a bit into thoughtfulness. "Well, given you're new and all, I wouldn't want to have you getting off on a bad start because of conspiring music. If you need a little wind-you-down, maybe I can invite you to my room for a massage, and see if you zonk out from that or not. Worse case, I loan you some ear muffs afterwards." The offer seems rather genuine in design, despite all the previous teasings...

"Unless you're afraid I'm gonna trap you in there forever as my new pole dancer or somethin." The humor was back! Neon waggled her brows at October with a renewed grin.

October listened curiously, watching the Jolteon's face as he did. She seemed genuinely concerned at least... and he had to wonder at a few things, as well... "Hmmm," he said, "That's a very generous offer... and I must admit, I'm very curious as to how a Jolteon makes a masseuse..." Almost as much as he wondered how a Ninetales might make a Poledancer...

Neon gave a wink to that as she leans in and dabbed a lick on the Ninetales nose. "Much like how a Ninetales makes a Waiter. Don't go telling me you are stuck on human assumptions now." She pulled back from the dance and fell back to all fours. "And what better way to prove it than with a demo, eh? Right this way, UFO chaser."

Without waiting for a response, the Jolteon did a playful saunter to start leading the way out before turning to a normal gait. October promptly followed her lead, admiring the view while at the same time making sure he was not about to run into anyone like a fool.

It was a relatively quick trip out of Dark Pulse, the Jolteon as rapid as her kin's reputation made them out to be, a casual pace seeming hasty to many others, but that was no problem for equally-hasty October. They were up and out the stairs and past the Dark Pulse bar before they knew it.

It was then a short walk along the corridor to the Main Bar, the fastest route to the main stairs back down to the basement. This of course brought its own risks...

"Now just what the fuck, is this..?" came the deep and unpleasant, growling voice.

October briefly paused and looked around, Neon stopping a few seconds later as the Ninetales stopped and exchanged glares with a particularly huge and unpleasant Mightyena.

"Why," said October, "It's a large amount of none-of-your-fucking-business, that's what it is," he said in a cheerily flippant manner.

"Funny," said Eclipse, frowning sharply, "Because it looks like a stupid employee is making a terrible decision going off with another stupid decision this Café made."

"Stupid..?" said Neon, sharply, back at him.

"Shut up, christmas tree," said Eclipse with a growl, "Pipe down like the stupid cunt you are and maybe think twice about who you invite back to your room... this one's not to be trusted."

October interposed himself between Eclipse and the Jolteon, "Oh shut up and carry some drinks, you oversized hound," he said not kindly; tired, grumpy, slightly drunk and feeling defensive of the female as he was, "Neon here is simply inviting me back to her room to show me her masseuse skills. It may or may not lead to consensual sex. We're doing the normal, friendly introduction thing. You should try it sometime, you despicable rape-hound."

Eclipse growled, savagely and made a few dangerous steps towards the Ninetales. October, not feeling at all like backing down, readied a defensive posture, alcohol and testosterone perhaps slightly clouding his judgement.

"Oi..! Not in here!" came a sharp, distinct voice from the bar.

October frowned, it was the large Typhlosion, again, the one that didn't like him. The feeling right now was mutual. He couldn't just mind his own business...

"In fact..!" continued the Typhlosion, "Eclipse! Get back to work!" then he looked at October, apparently briefly struggling for his name before settling on, "You! Get out of 'ere! Go to bed..! You're meant to be up in a few hours!"

Eclipse stared at the Typhlosion, then growled at October, "Saved again, Ninetales..." he said, darkly.

"Yes, you have been," said the Ninetales, petulantly, as the Mightyena continued to stare.

October continued to stare back until he noticed the insistent tugging on his shoulder. It was the Jolteon, looking at him with a slight frown. Of course... he had other priorities right now...

He flashed Eclipse a charming smile, "Until next time~!" he said cheerily, before turning to follow the Jolteon's lead out of the Main Bar and towards the main staircase towards the basement.

They were both side to side once they were down the stairs, walking through the halls of the waiter rooms. The music of Dark Pulse was but a nigh-inaudible noise in the distance, and only because of their sharper hearing.

Now away from the intensity that was Eclipse, October glanced over at Neon to see how she had taken the spectacle. She didn't seem particularly upset about it, though some of the saunter from before was gone.

"Sorry about that," said October as they continued along, "That massive pile of dick has it in for me..."

Neon turned to look at him with mild surprise, then smiled. "Eh, no worries about it, Foxie. Eclipse is a dick, I'm used to 'em. I usually just give him the finger or ignore him. It's always 'bark bark mine bark bark butt bark bark gloom' with him. Thank Arceus he usually works when I'm partying so I don't see him much at all."

"Trust me... I seem to get it worse with him," grumbled October, "He seems to have made it a personal mission to... eh, look, let's not justify him by going on about him, that dirtbag is best forgotten, methinks." He was not in a mood to discuss their ongoing feud. It was just one problem too many, right now.

Fortunately, Neon seemed to be happy to go along with that plan. "Sounds great to me! it's harder to knead muscles when you're tense."

Chuckling and continuing onwards, it was at this point October couldn't help but realize he felt not quite as energetic as he had been earlier. Maybe it was the distraction from his general ire at the DJ or the booze he had pilfered was having more effect on him than he realised. Most probably, it had been his moment of bravado with Eclipse, eating up the rest of his gusto. The thought of falling asleep on Neon's 'demonstration' seemed like a very poor thing to do. On the other hand, she was technically doing it to help him fall asleep too...or so was the claim.

Blunted by smoking, even October could pick up whiffs of interest with enough proximity. And she had teased him quite a bit back there on the dance floor too...

Eventually Neon lead him to the end of a corridor of blue carpeting and to a door labeled 'Neon.' "Welcome to my domain. Enter if ye dare~" The Jolteon said playfully as she reached up to turn the door latch, opening the way to darkness...

...that promptly became light as she stepped in and pressed a switch. The ceiling lamp lit up without hesitation and revealed the cross-strike black carpet and purple walls. The ceiling was a crinkly popcorn kernel texture white. It was not a bad fit of colors, but they were far from the only details to the room. There was a large poster showing a lake in the middle of a forest posted above the bed, while off on the left wall, another poster with some Earth-World rock band took up a slightly smaller stretch.

To top it all off, there was a laptop perched off to one side of a decent looking bed and a large TV that was hooked up to a serious collection of gaming consoles and paraphernalia.

October took it all in with a bit of surprise and couldn't help but be a little impressed. "Why Neon, I do believe you are a gamer. Breaking all sorts of moulds, aren't you?"

He heard her chuckle richly at that as she strolled off towards the small dresser where the laptop was. "Yeah yeah, keep at it, Foxie, and I'll make sure you oversleep for your shift too." The plastic visor was nudged off into a drawer, followed by the little LED lights as she carefully plucked them off, one by one. "Go ahead and get yourself comfy on the bed, since I don't have a massage chair in here."

"Very well," said October with a smile, before leaping up to the bed, which creaked beneath him, feeling all well-built and supportive. Non-broken beds definitely had much to recommend them. He couldn't help but circle a few times before settling down. The sheets were a soft pink color. "I didn't take you for a pink kind of gal." Ah, definitely comfy...

"Well, my pussy's pink, so it matches. shaddup." As the Ninetales settled in, Neon turned to the bed, freed of all of her electronic vestments. She stared blankly at October for several seconds. "Holy shit, you're red." She said it so matter of factly too, hopping up onto the bed for a closer look.

October arched a brow at this statement. One of his tails drifted up and tickled at Neon's nose. "Well, I'm certainly not pink. What did you think I was?"

Neon cocked her head and shrugged. "Black."

October stared a few seconds longer until it clicked and he had to snicker aloud, "Ahhhh, yes, the green visor... should have known. That's physics; It absorbed the red light. Well; I hope I'm not a disappointment..."

As soon as October mentioned the visor, realization came to Neon as well. "Gah! Of course. Stupid Neon, Stupid!" She batted her own head with a paw as punishment, giggling a bit. "Well no worries for you; you're better with some red on ya. Goes nice with the eyes too."

At such compliments, October couldn't help but adjust his position into a pose, making himself all the more regal in appearance. His general mixture of spices and other grime from his toils as a waiter wasn't too horrible at this point. "Stop, stop ,or you'll make me blush to an even deeper hue!" he cried teasingly. But he was here on a special sort of business, and they would never get to it if they kept on playing with words. "Now, how do you want me for your demonstration?"

With a little prodding and debating, Neon had October neatly stretch out across the bed. Given his size, his pads were dangling just off from both sides - his body stretched out along his belly. Such a pose was only comfortable on something soft like the bed, but with the option to sprawl belly up, it was rare.

Given Neon would be working on his back, however...Perhaps he wasn't getting that 'happy ending' after all...

"Alright, now I'm gonna be walking on you, so there'll be some weight, but it shouldn't 'hurt' hurt. So if there is a spot that does hurt like that, tell me, mkay?" Neon warned as she began kneading her front paws on the lower part of October's back, near his tail base.

It probably wasn't even a real massage technique, but it was still a nice spot for attention. "I am all yours, Madam Masseuse. I dare you to transform me into pudding..." October said with a quickly relaxing delight. At the very least, he'd get a nice female's paws all over him, which would surely pave the way to better fun, later...

October closed his eyes and waited for things to begin. He felt the added weight and shift of paws as Neon climbed onto his back. He gently tucked his tails down between his legs so they wouldn't get in the way. Everything was well, so far.

Neon, for her part, began feeling and testing at October's body for any unmentioned sore points. Given the dancing and drinking, he might not have mentioned or shown any 'injuries' he might have taken in showing off. Everything seemed fine, save for tension that was clearly settled in the shoulders and neck.

Meanwhile, October was idly thinking about...nothing! Well, nothing and Neon's backside. In the lights of Dark Pulse (and the lights of her LED's) there had been lovely hints at her features, but he had gotten a very fine look at them on their way down to her room. Both were pleasant things to let wander in his mind. He was just relaxed enough that the dirtier thoughts weren't having an immediate effect on his libido. He could plot, and dream, and ponder the potentials...

A sudden sensation tickled through his shoulders and neck. "Aaah-ha haaa~" October gasped out, eyes popping open. Instinctively his paws curled and clenched on air, claws briefly coming out. The sensation drifted down a little, then moved right back up to the same spot as before in a stronger pulse. What was Neon doing!?

"Ooh, you really are tense up here. That was a good reaction I got." The Jolteon seemed quite pleased with October's voiced surprise. "That's great. don't worry about the noises now. You're probably going to make a few more until you're loosened up proper."

"N-Noises? You didn't mention using Pow-aaahh! Mmmraf! W-What are you....is that electricity!?" There was more more than just idle thoughts of Neon's backside wandering October's brain now. He realized it was also very awkward to get up from this position to flee.

"Relax. It's a massage, and a small dash of electro therapy. Small stuff, it's actually very good for you, and as a Jolteon I can aim it a lot better than some human with a machine. Just wait for this next one, you'll love it." Neon's paw fell on some point on October's back he couldn't quite decipher, but when the surge of electrical current began...

October let out another low moan, sounding as if he has just found the sweetest conquest in all the land. It tickled his spine, his belly, his loins - his head felt like jelly as he fell back onto the bed, relaxation seeping out from those points and making his brain a little fuzzy once again. "Fortuna~"

Neon was looking quite pleased with herself. "Damned if you aren't like a giant bulls-eye for current, October. I don't think I've had anyone relax this much from doing that before."

The Ninetales barely heard her. His brain was back to nothingness - and Jolteon anatomy. He absentmindedly felt her knead and zap at the tension in his upper body and steadily work away a the lesser pockets of it. His brain and nerves danced to the melody of pleasure and body numbing sensation of electricity.

The session was no more than fifteen minutes, give or take. October had gradually regained enough of his brain halfway through to admire the work with proper respect and become a bit worried about something else. A certain part of him was definitely appreciating the touching and tickled pleasure centers, but without a real ability to move his hips, it could only sit there, throbbing within its sheath, not quite stirred to a frenzy, but wanting to be used on something.

He most definitely wanted to use that. It would be the ultimate relaxant. He knew just who to use it on too, but it would be incredibly hard to actually use it if his body was too content to move. He wasn't sure it'd make a very dignified show of appreciation if all he could do was wiggle about like a fish...a limp fish. Not even worthy of a Waxell impression!

"There we go. I do believe that's everything there. Still any doubts about Pokemon Masseuse?" Neon's voice was pleasant. No doubt she knew he had no such complaints. The feel of electricity slowly faded from his body, but he was still as relaxed as ever.

His first attempt at speaking was just a few quiet huffs, then a happy growl and then, "Quite fine, thankyou..." he said at a soft sigh, "...almost all the tension has gone from my body..." Then he winced slightly, suddenly slightly embarrassed at the notion of revealing exactly which part was, in fact, very tense, after all...

"Almost all of it? Hmm, I think I know where that last bit is." Neon didn't seem to notice the brief panic those words were inducing in the Ninetales below her. Feeling her turning about on his back October was about to correct himself when he felt two paws perch themselves on either side of his rump. Claws neatly poked and the current was back again.

"Aie!" October's yelp was highly expressive. The only oddity with it being the sheer lack of rolling flames that normally came with such surprise. Neon was rolling around the flesh of his buttocks like some plaything. The effect was quite different from the earlier movements, which had relaxed him, but this only seemed to wake up every nerve in his body! Thankfully not with pain just... overstimulated alertness!

"All those tails probably puts a bit of tension on your butt here," said Neon in a matter-of-fact manner, "Completely forgot about that, Foxie. My bad!"

"Ahh! No, no, that was quite FINE!" At least October now had some motor control back as his legs began to squirm. "Please, ease up a bit there! That's very sensitive! Mmph!"

Oh dear, the shuffling had done more to make this awkward. He definitely felt himself throbbing against the bed now. Surely that current wasn't affecting his...

The current stopped, the worrying sensation of a stimulated prostate eased and October found his body quickly cooling off. Apparently the 'over stimulation' was the result of having that dangerous organ 'surprised.'

"Hraf...that is, much better. Thank you." His body eased back into position, sans his tails slowly floating up to sway a bit now that they have sensation back. "I solemnly swear to never question you about your masseuse mastery ever again, Neon."

"Well, thank ye kindly, October!" Neon appeared overhead, smiling down at him with pride. "Just for that, I shall give you the 'Piece du resistancé.' She uttered the last part with a vastly exaggerated french accent before disappearing from October's view, though she wasn't done speaking, "A belly rub!"

October's ears shot up. He craned his head back to try and catch sight of the Jolteon. A belly rub!? What did she think he was - some oversized puppy starving for affection? "Now just a moment there, Neon, I don't think that-arf!"

Too late, the bold-mannered Jolteon had already shuffled over to one side and managed to roll him over. It had to be from doing such things to actual clients that she pulled it off without alerting him to the fact, or he would have actually managed to stay flat.

As such, with October now on his back, limbs pulling back into a natural position, the formerly sealed space that had shielded his electric-induced arousal was on full display. There was no way to put that off as mere 'blood flow,' not when it was now twitching merrily before Neon.

He was about to try and make up some claim of defense when Neon went straight for his belly, as declared. She paid the hardness to her side no mind as she gently - and without electricity - began to rub over October's belly in soothing circular movements.

They really did feel nice...

Well, this was undignified, very undignified, but on the other hand, he was perhaps just a little too relaxed to care. All the same, his pride demanded that he protest, but that only came out as a series of growly little huffles.

"Knew ya'd like it," said the Jolteon, teasingly, grinning at him.

"Hrrrrrrrf..." was October's only response.

"Looks like you like it a lot," she went on, nodding at his upright, twitching member.

October then huffed with slight embarrassment, well, she more or less had him there. His appreciation for her actions was currently standing at full mast, throbbing lightly and leaking with pre that was beading down his black, shiny, tapered length.

"Well!" said Neon, "Suppose I'll be taking my reward, now!"

"Hrrf..?" said October, in a bit of a daze...

Then she was clambering up on him, still grinning, "For winning the dance off, of course..!" she declared brightly.

"Winning..?" he just about managed to mouth, trying to form some objection. He didn't recall anyone winning at any point!

"To the victor..." said Neon, taking his member in her sharp, yellow paws, positioning herself over it and angling him towards those very pleasant looking feral pink lips of hers, which were now dripping with the Jolteon's own apparently subtly accumulated desire...

"...Goes the shaft," she said with a grin, before letting herself fall.

October's eyes widened. If he'd done it himself, he wouldn't have shoved in so hard, but as he pushed into and through those lips and felt himself sinking into the Jolteon's depths, he was hardly complaining..! He growled, deeply, his eyes hooding with desire.

"Oh..." began Neon, drawing breath in sharply, then sighing out as she sank deeper, all-too-quickly, "...Yeah..."

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October's main response was a growl, he may have tried a few words, but they just weren't forming. She felt very fine indeed and in the state he was in, it was pretty much impossible to muster any intelligible response....

Her claws tightened on his chest as she sank further down. October's member grew wider the further you got towards the base and quite naturally, the challenge increased. The pain of that was nothing compared to the pleasure of the Jolteon however and he only throbbed harder within her, even as the rest of him seemed to get softer with relaxation.

Though that said, there was an odd tingle, barely perceptible... but was having an effect on him. He couldn't help but search her eyes and saw a cunning spark within her eyes. He wondered, had to wonder, if she was using a low-level current upon him, even now... Well, she almost certainly was, given that look she had.

"Dared me to turn you into puddin, didn'tcha, Foxie..?" she said cheekily, "Looks like I've got just that..."

"Grrf..." he barely managed to growl.

"Pity that aint what I want right now, Foxie," she said with a deepening grin, "Looks like you need startin' up..."

"Starting up..?" he managed to say, looking curiously into the Jolteon's deep-purple eyes.

His hips jolted upwards and and first he hadn't foggiest clue as to what had happened, in much the way that tends to happen in response to electrical current. He thrust up so hard that he speared himself into her warm depths and they both groaned deeply in response as she clenched upon the intrusion.

Gravity was just starting to take hold and he had slipped, slowly at first, but with a gaining acceleration, when suddenly it happened again, only harder.

He growled, in something between pleasure and confusion.

Neon grinned back at him, "Now THAT's a spark plug." Then she smirked, "Get it..?"

"Your puns are terrible," he managed to growl.

"All puns are terrible," she countered, "but at least this one comes with a happy ending!"

"Oh, I don't KNOW!" cried October, as another shock ran through the Jolteon's cooch, through his member and overriding his body, but he managed to smirk at her on the downstroke, "How about a socket WRENCH!" In again...

"A what now..?" said the Jolteon, tilting her head, slightly.

He grabbed her suddenly and rolled over roughly, determined that the Jolteon wouldn't have everything her own way. It was turning out that he had some sort of susceptibility to electricity that he was uncomfortable to have discovered - but he was still bigger than her!

"Oh~! Foxie!" groaned Neon as he pushed himself, now at an awkward angle, deeper inside her with a deep and resonant growl.

"Socket, wrenched," growled October, pulling back but slowly, "...you're not getting everything your own way...." He thrust in again, built-up, heated desire powering the Fire-types thrust in more deeply and forcefully than was reasonable for either of them, but the wrathful stroke felt indeed divine...

Neon cried out in pleasure and pain, in the way that one does when the blood was good and up. She took a few more forceful thrusts like that before she managed to respond, "That's fine..~! Ah! Foxi-iEEEEEeeee..!"

He growled and kept on going, building up a rhythm, now... This was getting to be a lot of fun, after all and he was happy to deliver the Jolteon the wrath of the Ninetales she had worked so hard to earn...

Except she wasn't done, at all, he saw the grin on her face and knew she had something in mind before she even did it...

...and with the speed of electricity and nerve impulses, he was responding to it, physically, before he even knew what was happening.

There was a sharp spark in her sex, right deep inside. When he hit it, he drove in harder, well beyond the conscious control of his hips. They both cried out, loudly. He couldn't pull back until she stopped it and he looked down at her accusingly.

"'Course, this is fun, too," she said teasingly.

"Indeed..." he growled... Well, if that was what she wanted...

He thrust in again. She did it again. His member hammered home, the seemingly oversized Ninetales-member driving into the Jolteon's tender flesh like a stake into the ground beyond all reasonable control with his nerve-fired impulses.

He had to wonder if the Jolteon had some kind of attention deficit that caused this impatient, nearly self-destructive drive... He had to admit, it was wonderful...

Well, he was happy enough to play this game with the gamer! This was one game he wasn't going to lose!

The two Pokemon went at it with a furious pace that had the bed creaking and the the frame smashing against the wall! They growled, they groaned, wet noises resounded through the room and not a little of Neon's juices were sprayed across her self-matching sheets! It was a wonder the frame of the bed didn't break and no mistake!

The fury of the Ninetales was met by the furiously button-mashing Jolteon as she played him with currents and received his wrath with glee. Growls and moans and gasps rose in pitch as they furiously power-played each other, their pitches rising along with their pace until finally..!

He drove in suddenly, right up to the knobs, his knot furiously throbbing as it tried to force in...

"Squeeze it!" October pleaded, "It's too big for you..!"

"Fuck that!" cried Neon, "I'm takin' the boss..!"

She hit him with a hard jolt of currently and he jolted right into the Jolteon, with all the fury of his powerful hips, he drove right inside the tightly clamping space... Obscenely overstretched, abdomen showing the profile of the throbbing, vulpine cock as he sprayed...

He growled, yowled and ultimately had to turn his head aside to spray flames into the air, barely missing the Jolteon's laptop. She cried out, yowled and gasped and ultimately, to his pleasure, cried out, "JOLTEON!" - A pleasant surprise.

The vicing tightness of her depths was already at a critical point and October knew that she had climaxed several times already when he had been pounding against her beforehand. Adding in such a moment when he had been forced to cram inside, however, and the effect was all the more dramatic. October was seeing stars and feeling his weight pressing down more on the Jolteon below as his limbs started to fight to stay up.

It was too much - he was going into a sensory overload, during an orgasm, after being teased by a cocky Jolteon. This masseuse was hitting all of the spots, from the psychological on down..

In short, he was having the fucking time of his life!

Except he was worried he really was going to pass out. Even if he couldn't quite comprehend time at this point in the haze of lust and obscured senses, he didn't want that to stop either. He held firm, riding it out and feeling every last dreg of his seed being shot within that electric womb...

"Hey, Foxie~"

He was pretty sure someone was calling him by a wrong name again.

"Foxie~"

His name was October.

"October?"

That was better.

"Hmmmhrf?" he managed to mumble out, realizing he was much more comfortable than a moment ago, curled about a soft lump of yellow.

"There we go. Welcome back to earth, October. How ya feeling?"

A few neurons finally began gossiping between each other, feeding him information. He had not passed out (though it had been close), and he was perched on top of a tight Jolteon Masseuse, who was waiting patiently for his knot to finally go down. The electric buzz of her insides was finally absent, leaving him with a strange, fuzzy-feeling inside his groin - if that made any sense.

"I'm...feeling very relaxed, I think." The Ninetales looked down at Neon with more recognition, then frowned. "How long have I been spaced out?"

He had rolled over on her so she was belly up to him. It made looking at her directly much easier, though he was surprised he hadn't smothered her in the process. "Not that long, maybe a few minutes. You're apparently very sensitive to electricity if I turned you into pudding just from fucking with it." Neon looked quite amused with this, or else she was still enjoying the tight feeling of their connection.

"Bloody hell, Neon, that was dangerous." October muttered, shuffling a bit to get more comfortable. "Not only are you a Masseuse and a gamer, but you're apparently a daredevil of some sort. You're going to be aching when I finally pull out."

He felt the not-so-innocent paw pads press into his chest fluff, kneading. "Hey, that was my choice. I don't need a cooch to massage guests, so long as I can stand. Bow-legged would probably get me an extra client or two." Neon huffed and glared at him. "And you owe me a poster."

He blinked, and looked over at the wall beside the laptop. Sure enough, October saw the tell-tale signs of what was a poster, now four small, smoldering corners, on the wall. "Ah." His ears fell back as he looked at the damage. "Well, at least I didn't scorch the wall. Sorry. Natural Fire-type hazard."

He felt those paws back on his belly, rolling in slow, gentle circles. "Don't worry about it, I'm just teasing you. That was one hell of of a ride there, Foxie. I'm glad I caught you out there. Bet yer much more relaxed now."

Even knowing it was just a play to sooth him, October felt himself enjoying the rub of his belly. He considered the roller coaster of pleasure, surprise, and quasi-electrocution he had just been through. He was definitely worn out! But beneath that, his shoulders still felt relaxed. As he thought about it he realized he was also quickly looking mental focus - sleep was approaching.

"Yes, yes, much more relaxed now..." October said with a big yawn as he settled fully on top of Neon. He couldn't resist shutting his eyes - the lids felt like they had iron weights on them. "My thanks to you and your masterful hands..."

Neon pushed and grunted. The Ninetales had somehow gained weight with his sleeping posture. "October?" She pushed again, trying to get him rolled over. "October? Sheesh, you really did pass out, didn't you? For fuck's sake...Can't you wait for the knot to shrink!?"

The Jolteon squirmed and shimmied, managing to move out from underneath October's form to the side. She was still firmly tied by the crotch, however. Even if she did get him rolled over, she would just get dragged along with.

Still, it was better than getting sat on like an egg! She finally managed to roll him onto his side with a push of her back legs and a fair bit of effort. She still had to wait for nature to take it's course on the knot, however...

With a good-natured huff, Neon stretched out her paw towards the television. There was a game pad right beneath it. If she could grab that, the TV would automatically turn on when she hit the power button on it for the console.

Maybe she could get a new high score on one of the fast paced games before he popped free...