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Café Plaisir: October's Jaunt; Hentai Kyuubi

by October Flixard

Adult: M/F Pokephilia

It all started one day in the Main Bar. October had been wandering in on a dull evening to see if he could mooch drinks off of anyone. He'd recently found he had a penchant for hanging around in plain sight where Eclipse couldn't really get at him and drinking in the Main Bar during Eclipse's shift was fast becoming his favourite method.

The Main Bar was always a lot busier during the evening, so he hadn't noticed the incongruous group right away. Plaisir tended to attract an eclectic profusion of customers anyway and this group was not exceptional as such. So it had seemed.

Ceylon had been standing looking flustered with a group of colour-mismatched, over-dressed human females of far-eastern descent, each a victim of their own fashion styles and most with brightly-dyed hair. October hadn't paid them any attention, he had really only wandered close by in order to better enjoy his time off work by observing Ceylon's frustration.

There was something immensely satisfying in watching his Evening-shift 'betters' struggle when October himself didn't have to work.

His ears just happened to prick at some words. "The red one looks like a demon..."

"Hey!" said October, stopping and turning, "I'll give you a demon!"

October shook his head. More thoughtless people assuming that just because he was a large, nine-tailed, super-powered, red-furred, green-eyed beast in this form, he was some kind of monster. October considered himself a lovely person.

Then he had continued sauntering on, looking for someone from whom he might mooch some booze. Since he was working off a huge debt here and didn't actually make any money of his own.

Suddenly Ceylon was in front of him. October stopped and blinked, his nerves briefly getting the better of him. Possessed of a large, sleekly muscled blue and black feline form and piercing golden eyes, the powerful lightning-lion Luxray was quite a sight. He was also bigger than October, who justified or not, had the instincts of an alpha vulpine and did not appreciate that fact.

"October..! Good evening!" addressed Ceylon cheerily, in that disarming, 'hey, we both have British accents here,' kind-of-a-way, "Were you just talking to my customers?"

"Good evening... Ummm, yes," said October, hesitantly.

Ceylon was giving him a look-over, appearing somewhat thoughtful.

October sighed, guessing at once where this was going, "Ugh, look, I've discussed this with Mister Pouncer, if I'm not allowed to back-chat cheeky customers, then I'm burning this place down tonight."

"Hmm?" said Ceylon, apparently not having heard him properly, "Say, you wouldn't happen to be looking for some overtime fun, would you?"

October straightened up, jolting as though the Luxray had shocked him. "Overtime fun..?" repeated October sarcastically, wondering out loud, "Those are two words that do not belong together, Ceylon. Overtime fun... I have fun when I'm not working. Like now. Work is boring. More work would be more boring..." he snrked, "Overtime fun..."

"Oh come now," said Ceylon, pleasantly, "Work here might seem boring on the Morning Shift, but you should try the kind of fun we have in the Evening!"

October glanced at the packed bar, the crowded, noisy humans and Pokemon, the very, very busy Waiters... "Looks thrilling," he said sarcastically.

"Ah-hahahah," said Ceylon, laughing awkwardly, "Look, October, as one Brit to another-"

'Oh, this ought to be interesting,' thought October with an increasingly raised eyebrow.

"-I could kind of use your help here," said the Luxray, earnestly, "Frankly it's a bloody miracle you came past when you did, I'm completely lost here with these girls."

October glanced back at the fashion disaster parade. Despite their mix of neon colours and black on one, pink and aggressively stylised frills on another, dowdiness exaggerated on another, yet another dressed like a mountain-climber with a giant poofy red hat and even worse in the rest of the pack behind them, they generally appeared to be nice girls, charming to look at even, as humans went.

October's eyebrow raised higher, "Clearly you have met your match," he said cheekily, "What's the problem here?"

Ceylon frowned at him, looking embarrassed, "What... isn't it obvious?"

October shrugged.

Ceylon sighed, "I can't understand a bloody word they're saying, that's what."

October blinked. "Oh," he said.

"I didn't know you knew Japanese," said Ceylon, with a light chuckle, "I assumed you only knew English. You might have said something sooner, October; HR would no doubt love to know what languages you can speak. Despite its remoteness, Plaisir has a reputation so we do get international customers here."

"Never occurred me to mention it!" said October cheerily. Of course it occurred to him now to very much not to tell HR that he had an innate ability to understand any language. Because this was starting to look suspiciously like extra work.

'No, no, no,' October thought to himself, 'I've already done eight bloody hours today. I'm not gonna be no-one's serving bitch no more.' He cursed his luck. He didn't know Japanese any more than he knew English and he hadn't even noticed he'd been speaking it.

"Well you really should tell them, October," said Ceylon, "...and I could really, really use your help right now... honestly."

October sighed and adopted the language of informal British honest reluctance, "I don't know, Ceylon, mate, really... I mean I started work at the inhumane hour of six in the morning. I have had enough of serving tables for one day, I really just want to kick back now..."

Ceylon looked thoughtful, concerned, "Oh, I understand, I really do," he said earnestly, "but really October, I need the help. Really." There was worry across his big feline face. Hope in his big golden eyes... and somewhere behind it all, faith that this other Brit would help him.

"There must be other 'Japanese' speakers on staff," said October, looking away from the Luxray's appealing face. Odd, reflected October, how a feline can be large enough to intimidate a Fox, yet still possess an irresistible, heart-meltingly pleading kitty-face.

"None in the building at the moment," said Ceylon, "Except for Elegance and well... she's being less than cooperative."

October cringed, "Somehow I'm not surprised..." he muttered quietly, "Did she give a reason?"

"Something about refusing to serve 'low-class' trainers and tourists," said Ceylon, "She's not half as suited to the customers as you are, anyway October, I'm sure they'd rather have a strapping male Ninetales to begin with."

"Oh, well," said October, suddenly smirking and putting his ears back to hide the flush - he had to just hope he wasn't making a heat-haze in the warm room - "It's kind of you to say, Ceylon, it really is, but-"

"Look," said Ceylon, suddenly advancing on the Ninetales, with his head low and his big feline eyes wide and pleading, "Please help me out here, October, please. I'll owe you a big one, I really will, come on..."

October's ears pricked and a smirk began to form. Well, if he put it like THAT then who was he to argue? October could think of a few uses for a favour from Ceylon.

Favours were his favourite currency.

A toothy grin spread across October's features, "Alright!" he said cheerily.

* * *

So, for the second time that day, October donned his tray and apron, his uniform as a temp Waiter of Café Plaisir and went to work.

He returned to the Main Bar so attired, coming to the aid of a bewildered and uncomprehending Ceylon with a fanged smile at the ready. The party had already been seated, at least and Ceylon was struggling to take their orders.

He was currently trying the old British trick of repeating the same question again in English, but more slowly and with more emphatic staring. October wondered again how the occupants of that big dismal smear of an island had managed to build an empire in one alternate Earth after another, with the usual hilarious results.

Of course, little better could be said of their American overlords who had, apparently in desperation, supplied one group of difficult-to-understand foreigners with another. You'd have thought employers in a Pokemon world would have been more sensitive to type-matching.

October wondered again at the strange time-line that the world which Café Plaisir occupied must have in order to both have Pokemon and the political structures and place-names common to the more mundane Earths. He didn't puzzle at it over-long, this was hardly his favourite planet. It just had an annoyingly high frequency of interesting things to draw him in.

"Biru? BEER?" said Ceylon, frowning, "Biru? ...Beer? Right, beer. You; Misu, what's that?"

"Water... just water!" said the woman, the one with the poofy hat.

"Where did the Mienshao go?" said the one dressed in black with highlighter-pen trim, "This is getting stupid."

"You insulted her with your impertinence," said the one with the exaggeratedly dull, heavy, dowdy clothing.

October appeared over Ceylon's shoulder with a grin, his pointed vulpine muzzle briefly covering the feline's vision and forcing him to take a step back.

"You were right about beer," said October, "but I'm afraid she's just asking for water, Ceylon... Though that might be out of desperation."

Ceylon looked less annoyed by sudden October intrusion as he was relieved by it. October grinned, cheerily, first at Ceylon, then the table. "Greetings, I'm October," he said, "welcome to Café Plaisir, I'll be taking your orders tonight!"

The relief on the faces of everyone involved was gratuitous. Suddenly feeling Verrin useful, October smiled.

It turned out not to be so bad, after all. October got to an enjoy an imperious position, relaying orders to Ceylon, who did most of the grunt work as a result... and why not? The Luxray had a broader back, better built for carrying drinks.

Of course that meant that October was more often left to chat with the women.

"I apologise for my comment earlier," said the one dressed like a hiker with a big poofy hat. She was wearing a firetruck red hiking shirt with matching hair. She wore a lot of straps and webbing that didn't seem to hold anything or serve any purpose.

"Minori speaks her mind," said black with highlighter pen. She was one of the few in the group that hadn't dyed their hair a ridiculous colour, October unironically observed. Still, she seemed to like her brilliantly-coloured accessories to an otherwise plain and tight fitting garb.

"Oh, never mind that," said October, pleasantly, "Once you get to know me I'm sure you'll find that I'm actually a very nice demon. The best and most pleasant demon, in fact." He grinned.

The one that was mainly black, thought October, gradually condensing his descriptors, suddenly blushed and went quiet. October couldn't help but cock his head curiously. A few other members of the group were chuckling.

He'd clearly missed something. Perhaps some play on words he hadn't caught. He sometimes wished he could understand culture as naturally as he could language.

"Do you even know what you're saying?" said black, quietly.

"I think the Ninetales is very crude," said the dowdy one, frowning slightly. Dressed in a thick woollen sweater and a long skirt, coloured dark shades of plainly patterned blue, grey and red, she ought to have been sweltering in this climate. Yet she appeared unbothered. Her hair was dyed, a very plain brown of all things. She had huge glasses.

"I might be," said October with a smirk, "Do you think I've missed something?"

"Demon is a euphemism for something," said hiker... Minori?

"Everything is a euphemism for something," said October.

"He knows. He is leading you on to say it," said Dowdy.

"We are in the sort of place where you should just say it, Hisoka," said Minori to Dowdy, "Butt-sex."

October grinned, toothily, showing much fang. That worked for him.

There was an outburst of giggling amongst the group.

"No thanks," said Black, looking quite embarrassed.

October smirked, "Well, I didn't bring it up," he said cheekily, "but your friend is quite right; There is no need to speak in euphemism here. This is a place of pleasure and comfort, where one might indulge as they please."

"Is that so?" said Black.

"Very much so," said October, "Which I'd assume you knew, since you came here and no doubt already made some arrangements."

"Mari is just shy," said Minori, "We all paid for two nights and basic service."

"I'm just not used to the idea!" said Black or 'Mari,' exasperatedly, "My Mother wouldn't approve of this."

"Your mother doesn't approve of anything," said Minori, "We're out here to have fun on our travels, so why not?"

"That is why we came here," said Dowdy- Hisoka.

"There's no-where better around here," said October, "In terms of fun, believe me."

"You say that," said Hisoka, "but this part of the world leaves much to be desired. This Pokemon Brothel-Resort is probably the only highlight."

"As you say," agreed October, with a nod, "though the wilderness is nice enough."

"Though it is outside and we are in here," said Hisoka, "Which is pleasant, but not quite as wild as I had hoped."

October cocked his head and smiled slowly, "We are in here, but we could be out there. These surrounding forests and plains are all Plaisir's grounds. They are not off-limits for anything."

That made Hisoka sit up and appear to take more interest, "Is it?"

"Now that is more interesting," said Minori, "We came here hoping for the wild American Pokemon, but when we got here, it's kind of tame."

October laughed, out loud. Oh, that was a good one.

"Something is funny?" asked Hisoka.

"Oh yes," said October, still snickering, "It only seemed that way because you hadn't spoken to me yet. Tell me what you want and I'll get you all the wild American Pokemon you can handle and then some."

They told him. He loved it. Mari didn't.

"This is crazy!" she said, shaking her head, "I don't think I'm doing this."

"Come on, Mari," said Minori, "When we were drunk we agreed it was a common trainer fantasy. Where is better than here to try it out?"

"I just don't-" began Mari.

October smiled and advanced on Mari. The black-haired no-nonsense girl had been the most reluctant of the whole group, in a way that October couldn't help but be amused by. She was even more awkward then he was.

Besides, this had the whiff of a game about it. A buried prize to tantalise a Fox, made more satisfying by the challenge.

He jumped up and put his forelegs on the table in front of her, pushing himself up to her eye level. October was not a small Fox and with his tails flowing behind him, he made the most of his presence. "Mari," said October, "There is nothing improper here. You are a young adult out to experience the world," he made sure to meet her eyes, earnestly, "With desires natural to the young and curious. This is the proper place and time to indulge them."

To her credit, she kept to his gaze, meeting his eyes though there was a blush on her cheeks. Just as he suspected she would. She didn't seem like she lacked courage, nor, he had a sneaking suspicion, interest. She was just holding herself back.

October suspected she just needed a little coaxing. He smiled, cheekily, "Are you really so shy and meek that you'll waste the money you've already spent?"

Her face reddened further. Red on black, an appealing combination, thought October.

"Hey, you Fox-faced bastard Demon!" said Mari, angrily, "I'm not scared!" She looked away, looking pouty, "This is just weird."

October chuckled, but pleasantly and not over-much. "I understand, it was odd for me too at first."

She looked at him, doubtfully.

"It's true," he said, honestly, "In spite of appearances and despite an adventurous nature, I'm the type that likes a bit of familiarity, first. So it was difficult for me to adapt, but now I'm learning to enjoy new kinds of adventures."

Mari looked doubtful, then thoughtful, then looked away. Her moods seemed to shift very quickly, thought October. It was entertaining to watch.

"My Auntie has a Ninetales," said Mari quietly, "but you are very different to him."

"Am I now?" said October, pricking his ears, "How so?" Comparison to another Ninetales? A Japanese one? Now this was interesting.

"He is very reserved," said Mari, "but you are... outspoken."

"If he is a very proper Ninetales, I am also probably a lot more fun," said October, with a smirk.

"Yet in some ways, the same," said Mari, quietly. That interested October, but before he could ask about it, he noticed that she had an odd light in her eyes, one which he found even more curious. She looked at him, intently then carefully asked, "Can I stroke you?"

It was an odd request and October felt very conflicted about it. As requests at Café Plaisir went, it was so tame as to be hilarious. Yet October valued his very vulpine pride and independence and it was a very patronising gesture meant for docile creatures of servitude. He didn't like that very much at all.

Still. Give and take. Expect something, accept return expectations. If she was reaching out, so ought he.

He smiled, "Go right ahead. Be gentle though. It's actually my first time."

She looked at him doubtfully, eyebrow raised.

"Really," said October, "I've never let anyone pet me before." Of course, that he'd never been in such a position and form to allow it often enough before, needn't come up, of course.

Whether she believed him or not, she reached for his head and he resisted the urge to flinch as his vision was briefly filled with approaching hand, delicate as that hand might have seemed a greater number of centimeters away.

She stroked him on the head, around his mane and it felt bloody wonderful. Cripplingly, disablingly so. The greatest head massage of all time, eliminating all tension and awareness with a battering of soothe. Colin had once replicated the effect with his feelers, but the Sylveon hadn't quite gotten the same effect as strong, dexterous human fingers with bones in them were having.

By the time she had finished and he had quite regained his wits, his chin was flat on the table, his ears were right back and he was in danger of slumping off onto the floor. He blinked and sat upright to a few minor giggles, muttering, "I think you found the button that opens up the entire universe..."

So much for dignity. He pulled himself off the table and sat up just in time to catch Ceylon's big lion face just in the corner of his vision and look around with a surprised jolt.

"Glad you're having fun," said the Luxray, unhappily, "Do our guests have any more orders?"

October grinned, "As a matter of fact they do!" he said happily, "...and I think you're going to like this. I'm going to need you to round up some more of the staff," said October with a chuckle, "...big, scary ones that like to go bump in the night..."

Now that seemed to put a curious smile on the big cat's face. "Oh really now..?" said Ceylon, "I might know just the 'Mons..."

* * *

For being put together on short notice, it was a pretty good showing, out here in the woods at night.

Some of the big names of Plaisir were here and there was at least one Pokemon for every customer. As well as Ceylon, he recognised a few others, but in truth he still hadn't circulated much beyond the Morning Shift, so the names escaped him.

Still, he had personally gone and gotten Chai, knowing full well that the Umbreon would never forgive him if he didn't.

"Are you kidding?" Chai had said with a grin, "Just tell me which one's easiest to scare..."

Chai had practically led the way back down off of the roof. The smallish, not-quite-fully-grown Umbreon might not have been his first choice, but October suspected that any shortcomings he had would be easily compensated for by his enthusiasm.

It was a good selection. All predators, mostly quadrupeds. Whilst many were too large for his target range, there was some fine eye-candy amongst them, thought healthily bisexual October.

An oddly effeminate-and-yet-fit Liepard strolled amongst them; inspecting the customers, stalking them already. The slender purple, black-spotted feline had the most enticing rump; a neatly-furred feral behind, the muscular cheeks of which moved smoothly as he fluidly stalked and strode, making for quite a distracting sight indeed... October made a note to get to know more about that one, later.

Passing by Ceylon, October caught the big Luxray's eyes and smiled, "You've done a great job," said October, "This is quite the fucking force."

Ceylon rolled his eyes at October's use of language, then grinned, "I'd love to take all the credit, but frankly I just went and spoke to Jack. He's the one to talk to around here."

"The massive Typhlosion with the scary eyes?" asked October, raising an eyebrow. He'd seen that one. He was the bartender October had seen most often. He didn't like October. "I'm giving that one a wide, wide berth."

Ceylon raised an eyebrow right back, "Really? You should get to know him. He's not just founder and shareholder. He's the center for a lot of things around here. Everyone knows Jack."

"Well, not so much where I'm concerned," said October with a sheepish grin, "It suits a Fox with Flash Fire well to avoid creatures that also have Flash Fire, but are larger than they are and who also don't like them." Then he shrugged and poetically lamented, "So skulk around the twilight periphery I shall. A wanderer of the edges of things. A vulpine true, am I."

"Hanging around the bins? Looking for scraps?" suggested Ceylon, with a cheeky smile.

Taking the accusations of his scavenging nature in stride, "You'd be amazed at the value you'd find in lost things," said October, "and forgotten things. Treasure is where you find it."

"I don't quite catch your drift, October," said the curious cat.

"I'm not doing too badly with the small circle I have so far," stated October, with a smile before launching into his declaration, "We of the Morning Graveyard Shift of the Damned are the secret Heroes of Dawn at Plaisir." He shrugged, "Don't worry overmuch about me."

Ceylon stared at him for a short while, not saying anything. "You really are a funny one, October," he eventually said, but with pleasant humour, "You know, Firenze and others tell me that they knew you were trouble from the moment they saw you."

October sighed his irritation naturally rising at this familiar refrain, "Did they now..."

Ceylon nodded, slowly, then flashed him a soft, wry smile, "Not all of us though. Some of us think you're just a little too much fun," he said with a chuckle, "but if you learned a bit more in the way of responsibility, you might be just the right amount of fun."

October smiled and nodded, embarrassed somewhat to be described as 'too much fun.' By his own odd standards, that was a really nice thing to have said. "Good grief, Ceylon," he said with a chuckle, "I'd say you were trying to flatter me..."

"Best way to get through to a Ninetales, in my experience," said the feline, smugly.

October frowned slightly, but chuckled anyway. He had him there.

Then October saw something that robbed a bit of his good spirit.

Three dark forms, moving like shadows, all but stealing the scene. All eyes were on them.

"Oh, you bloody didn't..." muttered October.

Ceylon gave him a look, "What?"

October gave the Luxray an incredulous look, "You know he and I don't get on..."

"I might have heard," said Ceylon, "but I assume the pair of you can act like mature employees of this establishment."

October snorted and chuckled. "Oh, I'll try, but... I'm not making promises I can't keep."

"Try," said Ceylon, firmly, then he softened slightly, "Do you really think you could do this and he wouldn't turn up? Do you think he'd miss this?"

October sighed, "Alright, that does seem ridiculous in hindsight."

Seemingly casting a literal Dark aura about themselves, the three Mightyena moved through the nighttime woods as if they owned them. Dark grey and black forms, muscle clad in shaggy fur moving in powerful, synchronised step, sharp red-on-yellow eyes peering over large, gleaming grins as though this were their place and time and as though all of the humans and other Pokemon present were merely guests at their mercy.

Feeling the superpowered Fox through and through, October took that personally.

He couldn't deny how formidable they looked though, nor entirely fight down the instinctive urge to flee as the largest of the three, the huge Eclipse, his face swallowed in the darkness of his black facial markings merely caught sight of him, nodded and he and his two siblings, the waxing and waning crescent-moon faced Sinister and Dextus, turned towards him at once. They wheeled around and approached him without a word or a sound. It was seriously scary stuff.

Despite himself, it was shockingly hard to stand one's ground and keep one's head and tails high as the deadly formation bore down and closed, but October barely managed it. He held his ground and hoped his nerves weren't showing, after all...

"Hello, October," said Eclipse, his voice just above a growl, "Quite a party you've put together here. Weren't you gonna invite me..?" He trailed off into a dangerous silence.

October stood his ground as best he could, practically puffing himself up, "Should I have come and asked you myself?

"I'd have told you not to bother coming, yourself," said Eclipse, lowering his head and smirking wolfishly, his voice barely pleasant whilst his eyes promised to eat the Ninetales alive, "If you go out there, you might just get confused for one of the victims..."

"Customers, Eclipse," said Ceylon, firmly, "At least try and moderate yourself."

Turning his head just slightly to barely regard the big Luxray, Eclipse chuckled, throatily, "I know this game better than either of you. You nice boys can just go on back to your nice warm beds."

Both October and Ceylon glowered, much to the Mightyena's apparent amusement.

There was suddenly a high pitched noise from one of the customer's. It was Dowdy- Hisoka, October corrected himself. He couldn't tell if it was terror or delight.

Ears back, the assembled Pokemon stared at her.

"Who is that?" she asked October, her eyes wide behind her huge glasses and fixed upon Eclipse.

"That is Eclipse," said October, "He's a real monster. I'd stay away from him if I were you."

"Ohhh... a real monster..." said Misoko, with sudden and surprising enthusiasm.

"What's she saying?" asked Eclipse with a scowl and a growl, looking at October.

"She's saying you're rubbish," said October, "Laughing at you. I'd avoid that one. Probably a bit reserved for you, anyway."

Eclipse sneered nastily and raised his head to look down his nose at October. "Is that so..?" he said with a snarling smirk.

"Hey!" shouted Eclipse suddenly at the gathered human girls, "You're trainers, right? We going to have to fight your Pokemon, first?"

October stared at the Mightyena, "They can't understand you."

Eclipse glared at him angrily, "Then translate!"

A tense moment passed. October didn't really want to do anything for Eclipse. Eclipse's eyes insisted that he would. Those of his twin brother and sister told October to just do it. That made October want to do it even less. Claws dug into the ground all around.

"Do it, October," said Ceylon, patiently. "This isn't the time."

October had to admit that he was right. So, October took a deep breath, addressed the customers and repeated Eclipse's question.

"No," said Minori, "They checked our Pokeballs in at reception."

"We couldn't afford to pay their service fees," said Misoko

"Not without going bankrupt," said Mari.

October dutifully relayed all of this. Every word.

Eclipse chuckled darkly, "A shame..." he said at a quiet growl.

The idea held some appeal for October. As an Adventurer. Not so much as the prospect of facing combat-trained, battle-hardened Pokemon as a professional prostitute waiter, like most of the Pokemon present. He shook his head. Even he had more sense then that.

Eclipse drifted off, towards Misoko, with a big, wolfy grin. "Hello there..." he said in a low, loud voice, "tell me... any of you let any of your Pokemon faint, recently..?"

October briefly frowned at the twins until he'd caught Sinister's eye. "This is meant to be an all-male cast..." he said quietly.

"Really," was all the Mightyena said, with a sly grin across her lupine features. "We'll see."

"Oh," said October, his eyes narrow, "Sorry to doubt your abilities to connive..."

Sinister and Dextus gave him a wicked, wicked grin in perfect and chilling stereo. Then they walked off and that was that.

"See you around," muttered October, darkly.

"Well, that went well," said Ceylon, quietly.

"It actually, really did," said October, with some slight relief, then his features dropped into a concerned frown, "So far."

"So far," said Ceylon, with a nod.

They both took a deep breath and sighed at the same time. Then frowned at each other.

* * *

With everyone assembled, out in the woods by moonlight, the great Girl Hunt of Plaisir began with a head start, where the girls had ran off into the woods, some taking it more seriously than others. Some flailed and giggled. One of them even waved to their intended 'Hunter.' October had to wonder how they had ever survived as Trainers.

Others, such as Mari, had ran off as if they were seriously trying to outpace an actual threat. October watched her with a smile as she stormed off at an even, measured pace. That one had some determination and cardio on her side. He wouldn't be surprised if the likes of her had looked after the rest.

Whether running or stumbling, the small crowd had slipped off into the woods and all had briefly slipped into a tense and loaded silence.

Suddenly the blood quickened as a rising sound gripped the heart and told it that fear now stalked the land. Eclipse and his siblings had howled, a chilling and overly loud sound that was quickly joined by a chorus of bestial yells that rose up to the moon and echoed down through the woods, evoking the very spirits of the wilds that would soon be bearing down on those scampering humans. It was impressive, it was gut-chilling and powerful. However, October elected not to join it with a Fox noise.

Instead, he was the first off the marks, bolting out into the night in search of his 'prey.'

He had to admit, as he charged off into the night, followed by many others, he was a little taken with the fever of it. Predatory instincts took hold as he began to track by scent, his ears alert for tell-tale sounds. He nearly had to remind himself it was a game.

The Hunters of Plaisir fanned out into the night.

Some of the chases were over in minutes and soon enough, cries, most good-natured, were ringing out into the night, making it even harder to track by sound.

Especially for those set on determined Prey.

The hunt went on, no longer merely a game of speed. His opponent was being tricky, even crossing her path and keeping a strong, not-too fast pace.

One by one the hunts ended and cries rang out through the woods, filling the night with lust, yell and yowl. Until only the most persistent and formidable remained.

October's chosen subject amongst them. She was still keeping barely ahead of him. Perhaps if he had smoked just a few cigarettes that day; No, not even then would he have already caught her.

She was holding her nerve, keeping her pace. Humans were bipeds and whilst they couldn't run as fast or jump as far as a quadruped could, they had great lungs and only two legs to wear them out on. They had the stamina to out-run a quadruped.

If they could just keep ahead.

...and as October's big vulpine ears fastened like binocular rangefinders on the sound of pounded earth ahead, a grin spread across his features.

He was catching up. His heart warmed and he seemed to gain explosive energy.

October pounded through the woods, like a wild Fox, panting like a beast, pounding over the ground quickly.

She apparently heard him coming, for she glanced over her shoulder with a look of shock. He had his eyes on her... and with those highlighter-pen coloured accessories of hers, he was hardly going to lose sight of her.

Mari ran on, undeterred... but October began to pick up speed, quickly accelerating to four and more times the Human's speed. He wasn't even sprinting. She didn't have a hope of outrunning him on open ground.

He had her. He bunched up for a final pounce and flew through the air full of animal fury; Missing Mari by inches as she suddenly tucked forward into a shoulder roll.

October had to land and skitter before he could even start to turn after her. By which time she had already jumped to her feet and started running up an incline.

He was impressed, but he continued giving chase anyway. Of course he did, his blood was up so hot he'd have chased her right through a lake of dreaded, deadly water.

Still, the going uphill was anything but easy. Thick bushes, low, young trees and the slope itself made getting a good run on all but impossible. He knew from avoiding Eclipse in these very same woods that he could sprint at road speeds when he had to and when he could - when he could. Right now, he just didn't have the room.

On the other hand, being quadrupedal, he didn't have to duck nearly so much. He was quickly catching up again.

Though then the ground became rocky and she was able to climb ahead of him, whilst he had to take shallower leaps and scrambles. He could jump higher, but that didn't mean he could grip the ground and pull himself up on his paws.

Then the hill began to level off though and the chase was back on. The ground Mari had gained was disappearing quickly and she knew it. It was only a matter of time now...

October's anticipation grew, a base excitement that had his fiery heart pounding.

Mari ran, but she was quickly becoming bigger in his sight... any second now. She tried to slip into a copse of trees...

Suddenly Mari jumped back with a shriek, answered by another shriek, then a third.

"Mari!?"

"Minori!"

"...Mari? ...Minori!?"

"...Hisoka!"

October pounced. It was literally too late to do anything else.

Mari looked around just in time to see October and his nine long tails coming sailing into her back, paws first. She had just about enough time to open her mouth before she was slammed to the ground.

October ended his chase on a comfortable rest, growling warmly. "Caught you," he said triumphantly.

"Shit!" swore Minori, the hiker girl turning to run.

It was about then that the trees behind her exploded and she found herself on the receiving end of a great and sudden weight of Luxray, knocking her onto the soft grass. The large feline landed over, rather than on her, flicking his head and mane back, standing upright and doing his best to look regal.

Taking her cue, Hisoka sprang out from her hiding place in the middle of the copse and made a break for it.

"You cheated!" shouted Mari, from beneath October, kicking his rear with her heels, "You didn't catch me."

"You look pretty caught to me," said October with a grin, "Might have saved a few seconds."

"I wasn't beaten!" said Mari.

"...and yet here we are," said October, putting a forepaw under her hip and dragging her rump back into his crotch, where something hot and warm was growing anxious for freedom.

October didn't see Mari's blush as much as feel it.

Nearby, Minori had her hands in Ceylon's chest ruff, rubbing the big, proud cat sensuously.

October and Mari both looked at them, then at each other.

"Maybe we should get some privacy-" October began, when his ears pricked.

The loud, gruff voice was exultant, "So that's where you were hiding! Got you now!" It was Eclipse. October quietly sighed. The noise swallowed by the short shriek of Hisoka and the noise of her being dragged back on over.

"What is it?" said Mari.

October frowned, "I can't lose to that one," he said, quietly.

"The Mightyena?" asked Mari, curtly.

October nodded, "We are... rivals. He is everything I despise and likewise."

"Don't you work together?" asked Mari, curiously, "On the same team?"

At that moment, Eclipse reappeared, carrying Hisoka by her big dowdy sweater. He dumped her most ungently on the ground nearby, her glasses falling off with a thump.

"Well whaddya know?" said Eclipse, with an eager grin, "Looks like we've got ourselves a party all for these stragglers." As Misoko struggled for her glasses, Eclipse put a paw on her back, pinning her with a groan, the air being physically forced out of her lungs.

Speaking to Mari, October ignored Eclipse, "We may both work for Plaisir, but our ideals are very different," said October, "For example; I am actually very nice. He is a total dick in all things."

Mari looked between October and the leering Eclipse. "So even though you look like a monster..." said Mari.

"That's right," said October with a nod, "I am actually a misunderstood hero-type."

"Hah!" said Mari, "You two hear that? Mine is the coolest."

"He is not as handsome as mine," said Minori, still feeling the musculature of the posing Luxray atop her. Who for his part, seemed happy enough with the adulation and only mildly bothered by Eclipse.

Hisoka couldn't offer any comment. Eclipse was still compressing her lungs whilst he roughly went at her fastenings with his teeth. Destroying her, admittedly horrific, clothing.

"He won't get there first," said Mari, beneath October, with a sudden determination in her voice.

"This sudden enthusiasm..." muttered October.

"The good always win in the end!" declared Mari, unbuckling her own belt and shoving down her shorts with determination.

The bare skin of her buttocks encountered his warm, ticklish fur first. October heard the barest of gasps and smiled.

Of course then his swollen sheath was resting against those fine, soft buttocks. The contents grew quite rapidly and he couldn't help but move his hips.

"Hot..." said Mari with a gasp, then as the meat itself, all the hotter, began to escape its bounds and grow upon those smooth, round human butt-cheeks of hers, quickly added, "Hey, I don't really want Demon sex!"

"That's fine," said October with a toothy grin, "but you can't blame a Fox for appreciating fine things..."

"Now you sound like my auntie's Ninetales!" declared Mari, then, "Come on and grind it then! The Eclipse will have Misoko full up before too long!"

"As you say," agreed October, with a nod.

He gleefully treated himself to some hotdogging. It had been a while. As much as he liked feral rump (and he really did) there was just something to be said for a full cheeked booty you could squeeze your rod between. Mari had the biggest booty of the whole group. He'd noticed that right away. Now, his long, tapered vulpine member swelled up with desire and he ground it with delight in that more than ample rump. His shiny black stake of vulpine meat made Mari's already bulbous cheeks bulge around its shape as it grew and soon, thanks to hot, oozing pre, it was making lewd noises from between those rippling, cock-displaced cheeks.

Meanwhile, Eclipse had finished removing his struggling victim's long heavy skirt. It was in tatters. Doing so had apparently been quite enough for him because October glanced up to see something intimidating.

October had been reassured by Dextus, compared to whom he'd been a fair bit bigger. Not so the case with Eclipse. October was big for his size, this form had seven inches of black, tapered vulpine meat to it leading to an aggressive knot.

Eclipse's pink member was just plain bigger in every respect, from its slightly flared, pointed tip to its brutal looking shaft to a what appeared to be a battleship hull-breaking classed knot at the base.

Eclipse saw him looking. Almost as if he was waiting for October to look.

"Hey," said Eclipse at a growl, "Get a good look, Ninetales. It's what you've got to look forwards to..."

October growled softly and rolled his eyes. Looking as dismissive as he could. As if what he had just seen hadn't just deeply worried him. That thing looked more like it belonged on an Arcanine. Non-submissive October knew from experience that he couldn't take a regular sized dick without damage, so, if Eclipse ever did actually manage to catch him... He tried not to think about it.

"What's he saying?" asked Mari.

"He's just reminding me of his ongoing threat of rape," said October, shaking himself out of his fearful reverie with a determined snarl, "As if that's ever going to happen!"

"It will not! We will show your virility!" promised Mari.

October couldn't help but feel right then as though he had chosen wisely... but then so had Eclipse. Whether she was doing it on purpose or not, Hisoka was making all the right noises and moves, crying out and trying to struggle away. Eclipse gleefully pinned her, then made great sport of playing the big, pointed tip of his member against the inside of her thighs as she struggled and squirmed.

October repositioned himself and aimed for Mari's lips. She tried to help, which meant that they kept overcompensating and slipping October's pointed, narrow, pre-slicked tip past her moist lips, to mutual gasps and frustration.

It went in suddenly, a little too fast, they both groaned, but they had beaten Eclipse, who bore into Hisoka brutally, putting the whole weight of his hips behind the thrust, whole seconds later.

"Ah, ah, hot, it hurts!" cried Mari, before she bit her lip. He was in, but she was clenching hard... it hurt October a bit, though overall, it was rather nice indeed...

"You got me worked up," said October apologetically, "but try and let the heat relax you..." He kept still, for the moment.

Eclipse was already slow-pounding his pinned and gasping girl, making her feel every inch of that oversized lupine member.

"You're falling behind, Minori!" said Mari as she wriggled herself upon October's shaft, drawing a pleasant growl from him.

Minori was at work upon a heavily breathing Ceylon's shaft, with both hands and her tongue. At the sound of Mari's voice however, she stopped and looked back, upside-down at them. "Mine is very sensuous. Not hasty like yours!"

"Yours is..." gasped Hisoka, "...Lazy. Ah. AH!" Eclipse pounded her all the harder for speaking, growling dangerously.

"The Luxray is not lazy!" protested Minori. Suddenly she was working at the fastenings to her pants, "He is better then yours! You'll see." She briefly paused to grab and show off Ceylon's big, long, sky-blue pointed feline member, small spines and all.

Ceylon, for his part, blinked and looked to the Ninetales. "October... what have you started here?"

"They seem to feel it's a competition," said October with a grin. Mari wriggled under him and finally started to relax. Grinning, he took the opportunity to push a little further, then found the freedom to start moving, smoothly, making careful hip movements to which Mari rhythmically gasped.

"Hah!" said Eclipse, grinning wolfishly at the pair of them, "It's no competition."

Despite his words though, he suddenly began putting more effort in, pounding Hisoka more loudly and mercilessly then before.

Ceylon blinked, apparently about to say something, but then he frowned as October and Mari began to pick up their pace. He looked down to see that Minori had shed her pants and opened her shirt. She was laying with her legs open and the moonlight upon her breast. He smiled down at her warmly and went in at his own pace.

The Luxray and the hiker girl went slowly, enjoying a slow pace and looking each other in the eyes.

Meanwhile, across from them, a battle was raging. October and Mari were fighting together in the spirit of co-operation. She was bashing back into every thrust the Ninetales made, making wet noises together as she put that fine rump to work and October obliged her with some vulpine speed and energy, smacking in wetly, the thick fur on his hips and balls becoming uncomfortably damp with the 'surf and spray' his otherwise fiery efforts were producing.

Eclipse and Hisoka were a very different story. Synergised depredation; Eclipse drove in with a hungry brutality, Hisoka reacted spectacularly, crying out, gasping and struggling, feeding the Dark type to make him all the stronger, more brutal, more hungry... That big shaft was driven in again and again without the slightest of care. There had been a safe word set. Hisoka had either forgotten it, couldn't say it or had no use for it at all. October strongly suspected the latter, but the performance was good enough for Eclipse. The pain and panic he was no doubt inflicting was no doubt pleasure enough for him.

Minori and Ceylon seemed to be just barely getting started.

Mari suddenly shouted, "I have the coolest one! Mine is like the red ranger in a squadron show!" She began bucking back with her hips more aggressively as she said it.

"No!" said Hisoka, somehow managing to talk, "The black ranger is toughest! You don't mess with the black ranger!"

"Your black ranger is evil!" declared Mari, shaking a fist, "Mine is the real hero character! Yours has perverted morals, you know!"

"You are both wrong," declared Minori, "The blue ranger is the smart and noble one. Mine is definitely the best!"

"Red ranger!"

"Black ranger!"

"Blue ranger!"

That continued. Even as the fucking grew more intense.

"By bloody Arceus..." muttered Ceylon.

October and Eclipse did not hear him, because they were looking each other in the eye.

October drove in faster and faster as Mari pushed back, harder and harder. They were going at it with a complete lack of delicacy, but their combined enthusiasm was bringing them to a peak, October could feel it. He was just about thoughtful enough to angle his thrusts to aim for the bit that made Mari gasp the most. He had at least picked up that much in technique from his time at Café Plaisir.

Eclipse on the other hand appeared to be just exploding towards his peak brutality. 'Poor' Hisoka was being swept along for the ride. She seemed to be getting everything she was wanting and more.

“Feel that...?" growled Eclipse, “POWER!"

October's only response was to put on an even more furious speed, determination etched across his features.

Both couples raced for their peak.

"Bloody children," muttered Ceylon, suddenly rearing back.

His big blue member pushed in all the way, the Luxray held out a big feline paw over his cock's base and Minori's clitoris. Then sparks flickered and began to flow.

October blinked, briefly distracted. That was a neat trick. Apparently he was very good at it too, because in no time, Ceylon and Minoro were gasping together and were quickly making liquidy noises. Ceylon's head bowed low in a noble manner with his deep, happy sigh.

October and Eclipse stared, their own paces dropping, somewhat.

Despite being in the throes of what looked like some fairly orgasmic bliss, Ceylon smirked at them, as only a feline could. "You see boys," he said, surprisingly evenly, "It's not about speed, October... or strength, Eclipse... when you've got technique."

Ceylon started up again almost immediately, with Minori gasping below him. "Of course it also helps when you're a lion that can go dozens of times in a day..."

"What are you doing?" asked Mari, exasperatedly, "We still have to beat Eclipse! The good must win in the end!"

October blinked, "You're right!" he declared, getting back to business.

In almost no time at all, they were back to slick noises, gasps, moans and growls.

October's tapered shaft rammed in again and again. He'd figured out what worked by now and worked it hard. His deft vulpine hips unmatched for speed here. For all Ceylon's words, Mari seemed to enjoy every bit of his fiery enthusiasm.

Of course, Hisoka was enjoying the sheer scale of brutality and brutality of scale just as much. They had shifted enough for October to get a glimpse of Eclipse's huge member going in. Hisoka's labia stretched over it obscenely.

In the end it was impossible to tell who won, since both pairs were in such a frequency by the time of their climax that they had completely lost track of each other, the world and most probably their own names.

All that mattered to October at that particular moment was the delightful feel as his knot popped into Mari for one final time and swelled up to its fullest, locking him inside her as he suddenly erupted with hot seed. She gripped down atop him, wetly and firmly enjoying her own climax and still pushing herself back onto him, as if she could get him any deeper.

He came and came, his whole saved load. The hot seed flooded into her and she took it all. Between her squeeze and his tie, not a single wasted drop made it back out of her.

Eclipse had collapsed forwards onto Hisoka, burying the human in a covering more complete then any clothes she could buy. He had a paw atop her head and another across her mouth, gagging her cries. There was no mistaking the look in her eyes though, nor the nature of Eclipse's continuing bucks. The Mightyena was putting a lot into her already over-stuffed space. The noise and the smell made it clear that some was escaping, like Eclipse gave a fuck.

The smell of sex hung heavy in the air, with the sounds of fluids and orgasmic moans aplenty.

"I must say," said Ceylon, first, "This has been a pretty fun party, October. Good thinking."

October grinned, "Fun... or just the right kind of trouble?" he had to ask.

"Both," said Ceylon.

Eclipse grunted, still cumming and did not answer.

"Well," said Ceylon, "Fun as it is, we should get these ladies inside before the temperature drops."

"Hmmmph," said October, testing and finding his knot firmly embedded, "I might have to wait a while..."

"You knotted creatures, so inconvenient," said Ceylon, with a chuckle, "Well if you could tell the lady she can ride on my back, I'll take her to her room."

"I will," said October.

"Who's inconvenient?" said Eclipse, suddenly standing up. He brought Hisoka's hips up with him. "Tell her she'd better try and hold on or something."

October didn't really get the chance. Eclipse just started walking. Not terribly fast, of course, since his legs were clearly shakier than he was pretending, but the gruff Mightyena was committed. Hisoka was dragged along with him, by the knot, trying desperately to keep herself off the ground by hanging onto the fur of Eclipse's ass.

So, one way or another, Café Plaisir's latest guests were put to bed for the night. Though none of them spent the night alone.

October had rejected his first offer from a human woman at Café Plaisir. He had been in a bad mood at the time and freshly started. Still, he hadn't been entirely dishonest when he said he hadn't much love for humankind.

Well, thanks to a human named Mari with deft fingers and a heart full of fire, perhaps he liked them just a little better tonight. All thanks to a spot of Pokephilia.

Ah, Café Plaisir.