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Café Plaisir: Little Diamonds

by October,

Adult: Harsh Language, M/M, M/F, Slight Violence

Another morning in Café Plaisir came about, with a grim certainty about it.

The Ninetales woke to Colin's eager knocking, as usual. As ever, the Sylveon ended up bursting into the darkened, basement room with an X of expanding ribbons. For once, however, it wasn't actually necessary for Morning's Wrath to come marching (well, indignantly prancing) over to wake October up. Not at all.

This time, October was sat up in a second, feeling like he hadn't much gone to sleep at all. He groaned, unenthusiastically.

"Come on, sleepyheads!" called Colin, "Just because you're in the same room now, doesn't mean you have to pool your laziness..!"

Chai sat up, at the opposite corner of the extremely tousled bed, the small, slim Umbreon still clutching a corner of duvet with a heavy, worn expression as if he had just won a grim death-struggle to claim it.

"Rise and shine!" declared Colin, brightly and happily, at the pair of grim looking, unrested Pokemon, looking as ever like the very avatar of sunny morning cheer.

A bright and happy sun glaring with painful brilliance at the black and crimson clouds.

"We're doing it," muttered October, distantly.

"Doesn't look like it~-" began Colin, musically.

"We're waking up," snapped Chai, sharply and snippily, "Just go on ahead, Colin, I'll make sure October gets up. Just go."

Colin cocked his head and looked worriedly at Chai with those big blue eyes of his...

Of course, the Umbreon was unmoved. His sharp red eyes bore back with a hard impatience... but apparently a sufficient clarity to convince the Sylveon that yes, he was awake.

"Alright..." said Colin, sadly, "Well, you two don't tarry too long or I'll have to come back and get you!"

"We won't, we won't," grumbled October, waving a limp paw dismissively as a sign of surrender.

Reluctantly, Colin left to head to Morning Briefing, letting the door fall closed behind him.

"Oh, thank goodness for that," muttered October, curling his nine crimson tails about himself for comfort, "He's normally far more insufferable."

"Like you're one to talk about insufferable," muttered a somewhat bitter-sounding Chai.

October pricked his ears and cocked his head, wondering what his friend might be on about, but not in much of a mood to ask....

So, there was silence, for a few seconds, whilst October fumbled for the nearest cigarette and lit it with his breath.

Apparently Chai, normally terse, had to get something off his chest, because he grumbled aloud.

October rolled his eyes and passed him the cigarette, then scrabbling for another.

Chai smoked the cigarette with a feverish intensity that emphasised the strain on the Umbreon's face.

October frowned. Chai had recently began bunking in his room following the loss of his own; A heartless theft by the Ice Bitch of HR, Clarice, that had left the Umbreon with few options in the face of his poor performance figures. Chai apparently wasn't taking his generally diminishing fortunes very well...

October, having been the recipient of VERY bad news himself lately, wasn't in much of a mood to deal with the Umbreon's troubles, but still, responsibility to a friend was responsibility to a friend. Especially when they were being all grumpy in your morning space, hogging nearly all of said grump.

"Are you alright, Chai?" October asked, tiredly, "You look like you've been through a war..."

Chai accepted it, but then started talking anyway, with the first draw barely past his lips, "I feel like it," he said sharply, "I miss my fuckin' room."

October managed a mild chuckle, not really in the mood to put up with Chai's sharp tone of voice, but trying to humour him anyway, to lighten the tone, "Oh come now, it can't be that bad in here with me."

Chai turned on him sharply, "October, this place is a dump. I wouldn't mind that, but thanks to you, it freaking stinks."

October cocked his head, irritably, "Excuse me..?"

"You need a bath," said Chai, sharply, "and... You know you kick and hump in your sleep..?"

October frowned, "I do what, now..?"

Chai took an aggressive draw on his cigarette which had the coal glowing brightly. He grunted with his exhalation, right through his bared fangs, "All fuckin' night, I was fightin' with you for bed space or trying to stop you putting your cock up my ass..."

October chuckled in amusement.

"It's not funny," said Chai, sharply, "I hardly got any damn sleep."

October sighed then drew a deep breath, "You're right, sorry Chai... but I can't really help what I do when I'm asleep."

"I know, alright?" said Chai, acidly, "but ...FUCK, October."

October snickered, dirtily.

Chai glared at him in disbelief, his glowing yellow-ringed ears out wide. "What!?" he asked.

"Butt fuck," said October, then snorted, "Look, I'm sorry, I just woke up, that's about my level."

Somehow, against all the odds, that nearly seemed to draw a complete smile of Chai, but the frown slid back into place, "It's always buttfucking with you."

"Never heard much complaint, yet," said October, taking a deep and deeply satisfying draw from his cigarette and exhaling slowly, "Besides, wouldn't have thought you'd minded..."

"Hey," said Chai, "When you catch me, pin me down after one of our games on the roof, great. We both really need a good fuck in the middle of a shift, fine. Just 'cos you roll onto me all nice and you've got a hot black poker ready? Naw. Takes more than that."

October found himself waking up a bit and taking a fresh stock of his small Umbreon friend, with a warier eye then before, as an odd smile found its way across his muzzle. "My dear cute Chai appears to have grown two sizes this day..." he said with a smirk, knowing the word cute would antagonise the Umbreon, "certainly seems to be standing with a bit more testicular heft... I do wonder if that Acre might have set a bit of a fire burning in my Dark-type friend..." he said, referring to the cute, effeminate male rising contest-star Glaceon they had so recently and enjoyably shared. Chai had gone first. The results had made October's jaw drop. Not so much that he hadn't thoroughly enjoyed mounting the resulting quivering mess, of course....

Still, at the word 'cute,' Chai did indeed sit up straight and glare right at him, exactly as October had expected... almost. There was something about his straight-backed posture which had October staring, one, minor detail he'd just noticed...

"Hey, October," said Chai, "You're a dick. You know I don't always play the bitch. Just because I like the way you play on top doesn't mean it's weird for me to take a tail. In fact, you wouldn't believe how many- what?" Chai paused, glaring at October and the way the Ninetales was staring at the top of his head.

"Sorrrry..." said October, with a little less melodrama then he intended, distracted, "It was such an interesting new sight, for me, though... fascinating, really..."

Chai frowned, "Look, business has slumped for me, you know that... normally... I mean, what I'd like-"

October smiled at him, "Look, Chai, we know this. I promised to help you, remember? We'll make a better Dark-type sexpert Plaisir spunk-ssassin of you yet, eh? All the better for seeing this interesting new side of you in action again, I think..."

Chai tutted and rolled his eyes, though clearly starting to relax as he took another deep draw on his cigarette. "Really so weird for you huh?" said Chai,looking right at him, "I suppose you'd say it was 'curious.'"

October smiled, shrugged and nodded.

Chai finished his cigarette in one last over-long draw and then stubbed it out against the corner of the exposed bed-frame. Then he smirked right at October, with his head low and his dark red eyes seemingly bright, a look which October had recognised as being of the Umbreon's determination... very interesting.

"I'm not full grown, yet, October," said Chai, "I've got at least one good growth spurt left in me before I'm done... you've got what, a good quarter metre on me, right? WITHOUT your mane..."

"That's right..." said October with a slow nod.

"Good chance that's not gonna last," said Chai, "and when I'm more your height, I'm not gonna be a skinny Fox, am I..?"

October cocked his head with a smirk and had to give him that... in truth, in light of looking at Chai's physique, diminutive and skinny though he might appear now... Chai's slim muscles were very well toned, like those of a big hunting cat. Add in a little adult bulk....

"Just maybe," said Chai, looking him right in the eyes, "I'm not always gonna lose those little games of rough and tumble..."

October started chuckling, deeply, meeting the Umbreon's stare, unflinchingly.

Chai frowned at him as his chuckle darkened, apparently losing some of his mustered confidence.

October slunk forward and pounced the Umbreon in a single flowing movement, his vulpine form springing almost casually from one stop to atop his friend. He spat his own cigarette aside, into the wall as he did and bore down on the wide-eyed Umbreon.

"Interesting talk, Chai," said October, his voice at a low tone, just barely above a growl, "Very interesting... exciting, even. As if I wouldn't relish the challenge..?" He pushed his nose down towards his friend's face, his grinning, befanged muzzle very close to the Umbreon's eyes, excitement and heat growing in his voice, "Considering of all the witless fools around here, you're about the only one to match, the only one who can keep up with me... I wish you luck against me, my friend. So you might entertain me further, yet..."

Chai stared wide-eyed at his fangs or eyes for most of his speech, but he was smiling again when it finished, in time to say, "You got THAT right."

Oho, this was it alright. He'd suspected this time would come. The Chai rebellion had begun. Well, time to start recording its progress... because if he suspected right, he had already missed the first measure, the one he'd known best.

Using his forepaws, October rolled Chai onto his front and then with his maw, lifted him by the scruff of the neck. He carried the compact, but surprisingly heavy Umbreon off the bed and to the nearest wall.

October let the Umbreon drop and then caught his torso with a foreleg before he'd finished falling, giving the quick Umbreon time to get his feet under him, then quickly instructed the Umbreon, "Stand up, straight," before he could regather himself.

Chai obeyed, despite the oddity of the situation and stood up straight against the wall.

"Ears back flat," said October, quickly.

Chai frowned and complied. October smiled and moved several of his tails around. He held them together, horizontally, forming a solid, layered group of them under the flattest top level he could make. As an improvised fireproof blanket, it would have to do.

"What..." began Chai.

"Keep still," said October, then in a second, he inhaled, mixed the air with the Fire aura he had ready in his lungs and blew out a sharp, short blast of flames.

To his credit, Chai didn't even flinch, but he glared at October as the Ninetales lowered his tails.

Chai followed his glance, frowning at the wall.. there was a scorch-shadow on the wall, above where October's tails had shielded him.

"There," said October, "I SWEAR you've grown a centimetre, just one centimetre since I first met you, Chai. We're going to keep a track on this, 'growth spurt' business... see how ready you get to..." he leant in close, "Truly challenge me..."

Chai nodded. Twice.

"All good with you..?" asked October, casually.

Chai was looking at him oddly, nodded, then shook his head.

"Anything more..?" asked October, tilting his head, slightly.

Looking back over his shoulder and twisting his lithe body in a way that showed off the fine, glossy black lines of his form, the Umbreon grinned at him cockily, "Yeah... are you gonna do me or what?"

October blinked, then smirked, broadly.

Of course, he should have known, a little of the rough treatment he liked was all it had really taken to get Chai back under him...

That glow-ringed tail wagged gently, softly waving those sharp, pert hips.

And with a sight like that, October was NOT complaining... He growled, deeply, "You're bloody right I am..."

-

Chai looked at him with a big smile and with a more familiar excitement in his eyes as he regarded the comparatively big beast of a Ninetales bearing down on him. A unmistakable thrill that ran through his young Umbreon friend at the dangerous creature he so loved to provoke...

"Oh, what's the matter..?" said October, sarcastically, "No foreplay..?"

-

Chai snickered, "S'chyeah right, October, foreplay, you..." he moved away from the wall, but only enough to lower his front end and rise up on his hindlegs, pushing that pert ass of his right up into the air with his tail raised, making a grand display of a presentation that framed his shiny black butthole perfectly. "...All I gotta do is show you this..."

He wasn't wrong. October had been heating up already from the interplay and excitement, but not uncontrollably. Now his member was already swollen in its sheath, struggling for freedom.

October mounted his friend without delay, pushing his sheath right onto the Umbreon's hindquarters and grinding aggressively. That fit tone of his was fine to feel... and they were generally fine hindquarters.

October teased again, "Oh, but without foreplay, there's no lubrication, you'll be terribly hurt..."

"Save your bullshit concern," said Chai with an impatient growl, "For the Fairy bitch... now are you gonna fuck me or am I gonna have to take charge, here, huh?"

October's next grinding push shoved Chai's head up against the wall. October's forepaw went to the back of Chai's neck and held him down as October continued to drive his hips against the Umbreon, dragging his sheath off of his cock using Chai's rear for friction. He pushed until his member had fully slipped free and impatiently grown quickly to its shiny black, tapered, glory. A thick and throbbing stake of fox-dick that started sharp and swelled outwards to a throbbing shaft before growing into two dangerous looking knobs. Overall, it looked like it was entirely designed to destroy ass.

It was also dripping with eager pre, but not enough. If it were anyone else, he would have held back, waited, done some preparation~... but under the immediate circumstances..? There really was no choice.

He pulled back just enough to let his pointed cocktip rest on that tight, smooth asshole and with only the shortest of pauses to force out as much pre as he could in one go, October went in...

As ever, the moment of first penetration was delicious, as Chai gasped and tensed and parted for him, his resistance giving willingly, then tightening in reflex to the pain the too-dry passage was creating in friction - enough that it was actually rough on October's cock!

Chai panted quickly and as October's initial thrust slowed... then with a grunt, threw himself back into it, as if telling the Ninetales he had to do better. With a casual shrug and a nature inclined easily to get carried away, October did exactly that, thrusting so hard the Umbreon was driven into the wall again, almost up it if not for October's arresting paw.

Violently and in a single thrust, October went in... right up to the knot as Chai gasped in pained pleasure, the Umbreon straining on that too-thick rod, the scent of blood in the air from a definite internal tear... his eyes held shut tight in secret satisfaction, Chai having gotten EXACTLY what he wanted out of the Ninetales... He lingered in the sweet bliss of violent submission to his favourite asshole, ecstatic in the waves of delicious pain and rippling thrills of animalistic abuse.

Being savaged exactly as by just the beast that he needed, Chai was glad he didn't have to provoke October into going on with a shove of the hips or anything, oh no, the Ninetales was already starting to move inside him. Each thrust in his tight, tense, slightly torn passive brought fresh agonies to Chai, abuse for the sake of October's pleasure. October was well on course to getting carried away, exactly how the Umbreon liked it...

October himself did spare a thought, then, as he often and ever did, towards whatever it was that drove Chai to submit himself so destructively so often. Yet as ever, October was too quickly and completely caught up in enjoying the situation to remember to bring it up again later.

For now, as he thrust into that wonderfully tight passage, giving the stoically panting Umbreon a rough, heavy, mostly dry fucking, that soon had them both panting in synchrony.

The door flew open with an angry squeak, "Chai, you said that you were going to get October up!" shouted Colin as he surged into the room.

They paused for one second, staring at the sudden Sylveon in the room and his pretty, pouty, annoyed Fairy-face.

"I fuckin' did, look," said Chai, with a smirk, "Stop interrupting or we'll take even longer."

Colin, looking taken aback only slightly by the unexpectedly pornographic scene, folded his ribbons huffily, "You're going to get in trouble, you should stop before you end up getting stuck."

"Pfff," said October, "I know what I'm doing, I'm not going to get stuck."

"Whatever," said Chai, quickly, "We're not stopping."

"Fuck no," confirmed October, then he went back to work, with longer, harder thrusts that drove Chai bodily up against the wall.

Chai made exaggerated moaning noises, but only when Colin tried to speak.

Colin was still trying to speak when October's thrusts got twice as hard, and thudding Chai against the solid, basement wall.

Colin was still trying to speak, as Chai began to make no-longer quite so fake sounding noises of pain and lust... For when October really let himself go, the Ninetales became pretty much entirely oblivious to everything except for the ass he was furiously fucking and the seed he was about to put up it in great volume.

...So, they arrived late to morning briefing, with Chai hanging off of October's knot, his legs just managing to skitter on the ground beneath the Ninetales, awkwardly. Most of the morning shift had a good chuckle about it whilst October steadfastly refused to acknowledge Chai's constant glare up at him.

They had all laughed except for Elegance, after all, who had somehow managed to maintain the impression of not noticing him despite the ridiculous manner in which he and Chai had become the centre of attention. It was like they weren't even there...

Mister Pouncer had addressed them with his face in his hands once again and dismissed them quickly. It was October and Chai after all... they got in this kind of trouble at least once a shift.

Sighing, the Grovyle had ended up smiling at the pair, whilst Cleaning Mice and Laundry Unfezant and litter Skitty and Granbull cook all chuckled quietly together. "You know what..?" said Mister Pouncer, "At least it's nice to see the pair of you getting an early start on SOMETHING. Colin will help you both today, go on, get on with it..."

...and that had been the beginning to yet another dull morning and as such, to another dull day... so they had thought. Dreariness had initially settled in easily. With Colin's help, most of the morning work was done in record time. The kind of record time it was a bad precedent to set.

So; there had been pretty much nothing for it but an all-too easy game of 'tease the Fairy.'

Colin looked up at October with a frown across his pretty features, disapproving and worried. October had an unlit cigarette in his maw. October had made some bullshit excuse about it being a bit too cloudy today for it to matter if he smoked indoors.

"It doesn't matter if it's cloudy, October!" moaned Colin, "The rules are the rules and you can't smoke inside!"

"Oh but surely we can, Colin," said October, with what to anyone else, would have been an obviously insincere exaggerated tone, "After all, if it's cloudy up there and down here, the eye will be tricked. I mean, look over there..." he pointed in a random direction.

Of course, the sweet and trusting Colin actually looked.

October blew a quick blast of flame out of his maw. It was small, but loud and it had its desired effect.

Colin spun back around with an upset look on his face, "Nooo! October, you lit it!"

"No I didn't," said October, presenting the unlit cigarette to the Sylveon, wearing a confused look on his face, which was entertainingly redoubled in mirror across Colin's expressive features. The Sylveon blinked, several times. "Anyways, over there..."

Colin looked around again, to the random spot in the middle of the bar. October blew a small, hot and very quick burst of flame at the end of his cigarette and took a draw whilst Colin stared in confusion at the floor.

"Don't you see it? The camouflage effect?" said October, taking several draws of his cigarette and then placing it vertically on the bar behind Colin, just inside his expected blind spot, then drawing another unlit cigarette from his mane.

Colin's nose was twitching, "Yeah, I mean no, but I guess that means it's working, right..? I can still smell smoke though... HEY!"

Colin looked around with a cross expression on his face, "You're SMOKING!" squeaked the Sylveon.

October frowned, feigning irritation, "No I'm not, Colin, look..." he held up the unlit cigarette he had just drawn from his mane.

Colin blinked in confusion again, "...but... I could have sworn... I smelled..."

October fought a valiant battle to keep from bursting out laughing, at least long enough to suspiciously say, "Oh, you should probably go and find out what Chai is up to! HE might be the one smoking!"

Colin frowned, "Yeah, I guess Chai is pretty naughty. He got you into trouble again today."

"I'm sure I share some of the blame," commented October, with a raised eyebrow.

"Hmmph," said Colin, apparently unconvinced. He stood up and set off towards the service corridor, where Chai had last been seen, "I'm gonna go have a talk with him about smoking indoors."

"Good luck, Colin," said October, casually, "You tell him."

Colin nodded, with determination in his stride, he advanced out of the room.

It was important to keep Chai on his toes, too.

Popping the unlit one back in his mane, October took the still burning cigarette from the counter and enjoyed it alone, in the main bar, in silence.

He sighed in relief. This was pleasant, at least.

For all that had happened lately, all he had lost, all that was owed, all that was still likely to happen... this was pleasant enough.

For all he thought he'd have turned to stone by now, the familiarity of the main bar in the morning, was pleasant, almost cosy. It was nice to just sit and enjoy a cigarette here...

...but it was dull. Plaisir could be a happening, lively, exciting, sexy place, but most of that happened six to twelve hours after HIS shift finished. Which gave him free roam at that time, it was true, where he could make his own fun, find a new friend or spawn some new mischief... assuming he wasn't just avoiding Eclipse for an entire evening, which had happened all too often...

...But most of the time, it was dull.

He was a creature of adventure and excitement and here he was, sitting in a bar when no-one wanted it, just waiting for something to happen... and even then, even when something was happening, there wasn't that much game to it. Not to his guardsmen-dodging, explosion-dispensing tastes, anyway...

Certainly, there was a lot of friendly fun to be had. Shatter and Acre were two more recent examples to name...

...and there were powerful beings alright, ones to physically challenge him to say the least. He didn't look forward to the day when he could no longer just avoid confronting Eclipse. There were a number of others even he would hesitate to casually tangle with... not to mention the local deity...

...but of them all, so far, there was only Chai and Firenze who gave him any real challenge. Any real, quick-witted, layered, tricksy, slippery cunning and interplay. Any sense that if he slipped up, he'd be the one taking it in the ass, metaphorically and literally. The only ones with any real GAME... and one of those paid him no attention whatsoever.

Everyone else... well, Colin was an extreme case, but he was just the most prominent example. October could run rings around most he'd met in here.

It was driving him crazy...

* * *

The rippling, pulsing, burbling roar of the huge, flashy American Motorbike thrummed beneath her legs. It was a huge, red and chrome beast with high handlebars that flared outwards, but not half as much as the beast atop it with her nine, long, golden tails, fluttering behind her, like banners or contrails. This spectacle had quite an impressive profile, as it blasted down the quiet, concrete road.

The motorcycle was flashy and impressive, with a huge engine that roared most inefficiently at a low revolutions-per-minute, wasting bucketloads of power roaring and rattling as it drove the machine's excessive weight.

The rider didn't much seem to mind, however. The sleek, wind-swept Ninetales was leant forwards so far and wearing such a huge, wicked grin that she looked like an overly aggressive ornamental ram-head. The large, typically high-backed seat such a bike normally sported had been entirely removed, leaving her just barely able to wrap her legs around the back end of the bike, hindpaws just reaching pedals whilst the inbetween-of-her-legs was pressed to the thrumming metal.

She hit a couple of bumps in the small, winding road and that grin got REALLY big, looking almost cartoonishly toothy. Her hips pressed tighter down onto the bouncing, bucking frame...

When she finally caught sight of the largish, out-of-place building beside the road, she frowned, briefly, perhaps thinking she would soon have to slow down and lose the thrill of her drive... but after a few more seconds of considering the structure and the thrills that no-doubt waited within, that frown was replaced by a long, slow smile on her long, elegant muzzle.

* * *

October was sitting there, bored, wondering why he hadn't raided the drinks behind the bar, yet, when the door to the service corridor burst open, with a frowning Colin and Chai appearing side by side.

For a second, October thought that Chai and Colin had actually set aside their differences to confront him as an agitator (which was true, but he more often peacemaker between Fairy and Dark when he wasn't bored,) despite the extreme unlikeliness of this scenario, but then Mister Pouncer appeared behind them. Mister Pouncer was outright glaring at October, the Grovyle having probably been the only one to put the pieces together. Sometimes, the Morning Shift Supervisor was almost a worthy opponent. The white sleeveless shirt he wore almost gave him a decently ominous perception of profile, too. Almost.

"Ah, good morning, Mister Pouncer," said October, cheerily, despite Pouncer's angry look.

The Grovyle marched the two huffy Eeveelutions up to the bar where October was sat, the nostrils on his beak flaring. He was talking in an instant.

"Don't give me THAT," said Pouncer, "You've been smoking in here and agitating these two, again."

October managed to look genuinely hurt, "I did NOT," he said, "That's an awful accusation to make!"

Pouncer's eyes went wide, "I can SMELL the smoke, October, I am NOT an idiot!"

October rolled his eyes, "The smell is probably from last night. Can you really be sure not a single customer snuck a sly smoke past the less-than-watchful eyes of the Night Shift? That lot is all fun and games and you know it. They don't have the discipline of your Morning Shift." Indeed, from the messes they left, he'd have envied them their jobs if he didn't know Eclipse worked on that shift. So, just as it seemed that most of the morning shift did and as much as he hated to conform to anything, he just mildly resented that night shift AND their enviable messes.

Pouncer paused, but managed to keep one of his eyes wide open and angry whilst the other merely frowned, "The smoke alarms would have let them know... in fact WHY DIDN'T the smoke alarms go off!?" he said in sudden surprise, scowling up at the blinking smoke detector on the ceiling.

"Well, I don't know about that," said October, looking away, in an I'm-innocent, honest, manner, "You'd have to speak to Facilities, no doubt. I've already fixed this place's plumbing for it, you can't expect me to do everything around here..."

Pouncer snarled at him and looked as if he might start speaking, several times, stumbling over his words.

October smiled and gave him a moment to collect himself. Oh, he'd known it was a bad idea to sabotage the fire alarms in the main bar, but it was almost worth it for this moment. After all, it was far more obvious and might provoke further investigation. They didn't want anyone to check up and find out that they'd cut the alarms at October's end of the basement. Unfortunately, one morning it had been raining, so he and Chai had looked at one another and known right then that it had to be done, so they didn't have to smoke in the rain. Really it was the Café's fault for not having a proper smoking shelter.

Eventually Pouncer's gaze firmed however and he sighed. "You know, October, that was far and away your best day in this place," he said sadly, "I wish you would display even a fraction of the Team Spirit and potential you showed that day, the rest of the time..." he shook his head, "...for on that day, you were almost a nine-tailed hero bringing your colleagues together and saving the day. When you do the direct opposite, it saddens me. It is not the Ninetales you should be."

October frowned, oh, now THAT was a low blow, punching him in the feels like that. The feels of pride and vanity. That was a particularly unkind thing to do to a Ninetales. Especially THIS Ninetales.

Still, twist his face as he might, October didn't have an answer to that.

Pouncer sighed again, "Never mind, then, October, I'll leave you with these two. I shall clean up the mess they made."

"...Mess..?" asked October, curious.

Frowning, it was Colin who spoke first, speaking in a high and angry voice as he tattled on his friend, "HE threw coffee beans at me!"

The Umbreon scowled at Colin, his red eyes sharp, "HE wouldn't shut up!"

"THEN," shouted Colin, the Sylveon squeaking louder, "He wouldn't clean up the Coffee Beans and THEN he threw more!"

"Because you still wouldn't shut up!" declared Chai.

Behind them, the door closed in front of the retreating Pouncer. The look in his eyes to October told him that this problem, which he had made, was his, now.

October frowned, but smiled slightly. He had to grudgingly give the Grovyle this one.

Still, that smile didn't last long into Colin and Chai's continued argument.

"...Dammit Colin, for once in your life, you should wake up and stop being such an-" cursed Chai, angrily.

Colin cut him off, squeaking louder, "You're mean! You're always so mean, Chai! Why aren't you sorry? WHY aren't you EVER sorry for ANYTHING..!?"

October winced as Colin's pitch and volume rose slightly past the upper limits for morning tolerance.

"...Well! Mister Breeder and Bedroom Waiter," said Chai, "Maybe if you, for once in your fucking life, got out and saw how real people acted, you'd know, you'd ACTUALLY know what they felt like..!"

"REAL people?" said Colin, drawing himself up a bit, "Like all the nasty people you met as a stray, you think THOSE are REAL people!? More than the nice people here? Is THAT what you think..!? Chai!?"

October sighed and then started taking a deep breath. They were getting personal. It was time to intervene. He readied himself for battle condition: shouty. October could out-obnoxious just about anything and whist he hated turning that terrible power on his friends, in the name of peace... he opened his maw wide, readying the first terrible syllable of his peacekeeping salvo.

The screech of rubber interrupted him, interrupted them all. Ninetales, Sylveon and Umbreon looked up at once, ears pointed towards the entranceway. It went on for a good number of seconds.

"What was that!?" asked Colin, worriedly.

"Sounded like a motorbike," muttered October, mildly irritated to have to exposit the obvious, but this was Colin.

"Anyway," said Chai, "The fact is-"

October stuck a paw on the bridge of his muzzle and shoved it down onto his chest, "Oh, can it, Chai," he said casually, "The pair of you have had your say for today, let's not be shit."

Chai struggled back out of his reach and glared at him. October gave him a look that told him how unapologetic and right he felt he was.

Colin whined, nearby.

Without taking his eyes from Chai or letting his smirk slide, October let one of his tails, the fourth from the left, slink over and pet the Sylveon on the head, smothering him in crimson floof. Colin let out a squeak at first of protest, but it quickly melted into relief as the Sylveon relaxed.

Different strokes for different folks.

The door burst open.

"...Yeah, yeah, thanks, thanks," loudly said a heavily accented voice from the south of this very continent, verily the south. Somewhere.

October glanced towards the source of the voice, briefly catching sight of Cheryl, the Lopunny door-greeter, as the poor thing was almost spun off her heels by the apparently brusque passage of the magnificent creature that had just walked in through that front door.

Chai looked up at his friend, who had suddenly gone quiet and frowned. Now that was weird. October's maw was hanging open and his eyes were staring.

It took him a few seconds to follow October's line of sight and see what it was that had elicited such an unusual reaction out of his friend.

Chai's eyes widened. There was a sight... she was big, especially to him. She had to be just a little bit taller than October. The Ninetales was the classic gold, but tarnished with dust and dirt from the road. Apart from a single travel bag slung over her shoulder, she had a wild look, like October's but windswept... and sighting the three males together, she advanced with a grin that looked to Chai like she was gonna eat them.

"She's beautiful," gasped October.

"She's fuckin' sexy," muttered Chai.

"Hmm, she doesn't look after her fur, very well," said Colin quietly and thoughtfully.

October and Chai stared at the Sylveon in disbelief.

She advanced on them fearlessly, showing no sign of having heard their exchange or caring if she had.

"Hello, boys..!" said the Ninetales, "Let me see you now?"

October and Chai straightened up and stuck out their chests as if a button on a remote had been pressed.

Colin, seeing the others pose, adopted a more relaxed pose with one forepaw crossed in front of the other to make a slight bow as he spread his ribbons out wide in greeting. "Welcome to Café Plaisir!" said the Sylveon, brightly, "I hope we can make your stay a pleas-"

"-Yeah, yeah," said the Ninetales, drawing up close and inspecting the merchandise, "I got it from the bunny, honey, no need for rewinds. I'll tell you what you can do for me!"

"Oh!" said Colin, straightening up as if bopped on the nose, "Sorry, I-"

"Ass," said the Ninetales, suddenly reaching out with a pair of tails, which wrapped around Colin's torso and literally yanked him from the ground as another pair shot to Chai, "Pussy" and though the Umbreon began to dodge, he too was hauled from his feet to hang in mid air, suspended by impressively strong furry appendages, looking like an angry toy. Then she turned on October just as he himself was turning to face her. He found himself nose to nose with her. It was a pointy, very warm nose and it kept him quiet as the Ninetales said, "Mouth..." she said it low and sultry...

Hypnotised by the boldness of her fire, October just about managed to speak. "...Mouth..?" repeated October questioningly, managing to raise a challenging eyebrow.

"At least at first, hun," said the Ninetales with a grin, that he felt rather than saw. Her red eyes were extra sparkly, like an array of cut rubies and glittering with inner flame that danced behind her wide and hungry eyes, "Gotta get warmed up and all, hmmm..?"

"Uhhhh..." said October, his words temporarily failing him, "Yes! Of course..!" then he chuckled, slightly, "wouldn't want to leave out such an essential pleasure of pleasure at Plaisir..."

"GREAT!" declared the Ninetales, "Now let's go on and get ourselves a quiet space, huh? Where we goin'..?" She began waving Colin and Chai around as if they were divining rods and one of them might vibrate when facing the right direction.

October smiled, "Just follow me and-" he began.

"What's going on here?" came the clear voice of Pouncer.

The Grovyle had reappeared behind the bar, seemingly having come from no-where.

"Ahh, Mister Pouncer!" said October, "We have a Customer," he said happily. It wasn't often enough they had a serious customer in the morning, let alone one that was such beauty given form that he was honestly nervous to be around it.

"So I can see, October," said Pouncer, as October grinned stupidly, "I'm sure that she can speak for herself as to her plans."

"Plans..?" said the Ninetales, grinning, "Shoot, I ain't plannin' far, here. I see your menu and I'm takin' it, Ass," she shook Colin, "Pussy," she shook Chai, "Mouth," then, with no warning at all, her middle and longest tail landed on October's behind hard enough to make a loud almost cracking 'whop!' sound and drew a tiny yelp from October as the female Ninetales grinned and cackled.

Pouncer paused a second as if taking a second to adjust to the reality of the creature before him, before slipping back into himself, "Very good, madam, we're pleased to please you at Café Plaisir and we're always happy to welcome new guests-"

"This another greeter!?" asked the Ninetales, looking incredulously at October, "How many y'got? Y'got too many!"

October, despite still smarting, couldn't help but snicker as he answered, "Mister Pouncer is our Supervisor."

"Hah!" said the Ninetales, making them all wince, "Sorry bud," she said, chuckling heartily, "Pouncer, sir, mister, whatever. I'm taking your boys for toys if it's all the same to you."

Pouncer cleared his throat, "Ahem, ah, indeed," he said, "Though a few things, first;"

"What?" said the Ninetales, "S'what you peddle here, ain't it?"

"Yes..." said Pouncer, with a slow nod, "but October, Colin and Chai here are my entire floor staff for the morning-"

"Well what else they gonna be doin' if not me?" she said frowning, looking around at the immaculate and empty bar, "Ain't'cha got more punks to rouse, anyhow..?"

"Given," said Pouncer, "Though with my apologies, it might cost a little more for the trouble..."

"Shoot, you had to go bring up money," said the Ninetales, "Can't we just sort it out, squarsies, after it's all said and done..?"

"Sorry madam, that's not generally our policy," said Mister Pouncer, "At the very least, we require a deposit-"

"Alright, you gonna force me to it," said the Ninetales, suddenly advancing on the bar, right up to Pouncer, who drew himself up a bit at the big Fire-type's advanced. She grinned at that, then she stuck out her tongue.

October caught sight of them, resting just on the tip. Two little gems, clear as perfect day. Diamonds. Pouncers eyes widened, clearly estimating their value. Well, October didn't care much for money, but he knew that diamonds were nearly always worth a lot of it, below a certain level of development.

A long, vulpine tongue gracefully deposited the diamonds on the desk, below a big smile.

"Madam-" began Pouncer, sounding subdued.

"I'll be wantin' change, if leave any, heh," said the Ninetales, "You just keep on sendin' room service, shuga. You send me some of those fancy drinks with the freakin' stupid fruit and wooden sticks in and shit... and uh- you got those special Poke-protein Drinks? Those new ones from the ads with the ah, fast-actin', muscle-growin', ball-fillin' action..?"

October, Colin and Chai exchanged confused looks with one another.

"...We have those..." Pouncer had just about time to say.

"Great! Then just keep on sendin' them up to the boys, y'hear?" She said it with distinct command in her voice, "An if that ain't enough, I want substitutions, we got a deal?"

Pouncer frowned, "Madam, where did you get these diamonds?" he asked hastily and uncertainly.

For a second, just the tiniest of instants, October saw a look in the eyes, but more than that, felt, as if through aura, the Ninetales becoming dangerous.

An instant later though, she was smiling, "Nosy for a bordello boss, ain't'cha? Heh, I run these from a 'Mon who cuts 'em for a livin', for my livin'. These ones are for me, from him and I'm spending 'em here, on me, capish?"

"Very well-" said Pouncer.

"Great!" said the Ninetales, "Now let's get this party started!" she declared, then, "Lead the way, Red-Tails!"

October nearly winced. Of all the names to have come up with first... but he managed to smile and peel off right to head towards the guest quarters at an even stride.

"Madam!" called Pouncer, pausing them, just as the female Ninetales, with her captive Eeveelutions had turned to follow. "What is your name?"

She grinned. "The name's Kathy, don't you forget it! That it?" she started walking again, in the direction October had started.

"No!" called Pouncer, "Another thing, Madam, please!" he said, beginning to sound exasperated with this customer despite her quick business and wealthy deposit.

Halting again, she smiled at the Grovyle, "Yes?"

"The small matter of contraception, madam," said Pouncer, smoothly, "for if we do not discuss that, we may very well be forced to discuss the issue of Studding Fees and I'm very sure you wouldn't want those to come as a surprise."

That suddenly had her leaning back towards Pouncer slightly, in apparent interest, her ears pricked wide, "What, I picked the priciest spunk in the place on the first try..?"

"Not the very, but second-most priciest, madam," said Pouncer, "since Colin - the Sylveon you have there - has a Pedigree from Masterson's."

Chai shot Colin a look, "What, seriously?"

"Uh-huh," said Colin, nodding, smiling.

"...and as you know," continued Pouncer, "Their breeding standards are highly rated. As is Colin himself."

"Masterson's, huh? Cute," said the Ninetales, with a curious smile, "He worth the most?"

"Perhaps," said Pouncer.

"Perhaps?" said the Ninetales, "Is he or ain't he? These are numbers, 'Mon, higher or lower?"

"Chai is... unassessed," said Pouncer, quietly, "and so is October, however, one look at October will tell you that his unusual fur and eye colours alone will be valued dearly."

October puffed himself up and took the praise, despite the fact that to the best of his knowledge, he was entirely infertile, fundamentally incompatible with any creature of any universe. Something about his basic foundation in physics that he'd never quite worked out.

"Seems like the jackpot squad," chuckled the Ninetales, "Alright then, y'twisted my arm, contraception it is."

"Very good," said Pouncer, quietly, "Most of our herbal or pharmaceutical contraceptives take hours at least to work-"

"Ain't got THAT kinda patience," said the Ninetales, with a heavy brow over a pointed grin.

"Otherwise," said Pouncer smoothly, "We offer a very reasonable rate on an associated brand of condoms, which we can send in with your-"

"Nah, brought m'own, pal," said the Ninetales with a grin.

"Doesn't matter," said Chai, suddenly, "October's gonna melt 'em off, anyway."

"He refused to co-operate with the safe-sex campaign photo shoot," said Colin, sadly.

October smirked and did not deny any of this. It was all true.

She slapped her travel bag, "He ain't meltin' these!" declared the Ninetales, "They gotta take the heat of my furnace-hot cooch, after all..."

"If you're sure," said Pouncer, frowning.

"Sure as sure," said the Ninetales, with a grin.

"Well, if you report any accidents, we can do something about that, too," said Pouncer, "In any case, please do have fun and enjoy your time at Café Plaisir!"

"Oh, I know I will, pal, I know I will," she said with a grin, "Now gid'yap, Redtales!"

She slapped October right on the ass again, this time with a forepaw. Her claws were out and it hurt like at least a handful of hells, drawing a "yeek!" out of October which in turn draw a wicked cackle and a toothy grin out of her.

Frowning slightly, he did as he was bade and led on.

"Madam?" shouted Pouncer, "Will you be needing a room for the night?"

"Nah! I want a good room to use for now, though!" she called.

Pouncer quickly dipped under the bar and plucked up a key on a tag for one of the guest quarters. Top floor from the looks of things. He tossed it towards October.

October set himself to catch the key in his mouth, as per his usual trick.

The key was snatched out of mid air by a surprisingly adept golden tail, which caught the key about a foot into its length and softly folded itself around the small object, stopping it without making a sound.

Suitably impressed, eyebrows up, October lead the way.

Stalking through the quiet corridors of morning Plaisir, he lead the unusual procession out towards the eastern wing and around up the stairs. It was a pleasant enough walk, but it carried a risk with it. October had a sneaking suspicion Pouncer would be quickly placing an internal phone call... and her office was no further from the top of the staircase then he was...

Up to the Café's middle floor, October went straight up and started power-stalking, heading for the right and straight for the spa balcony, hoping to cut across to the other side before she saw him...

"October.!" called a somewhat gravelly voice.

October came to a stop but reluctantly.

In a rare appearance outside her over-cooled office, Clarice the Glaceon stood off to his left, standing to attention. The door to the employee lounge she had cut through swung shut behind her, crunching slightly like it had ice on the frame. Like she had barged through at the head of icy winds to catch him.

He was sure she was bigger than your usual Glaceon and it wasn't just that she was somewhat overweight. Smaller than October though she was, she seemed to cut a surprisingly intimidating figure and seemed to darken the room around her, drawing focus on her thick, cyan-rimmed glasses. She couldn't have been more different from Acre, thought October.

"Clarice..." said October, slowly.

"Who's this gal?" said Kathy, curiously, "Surely she ain't another of your-"

"HR, Ma'am," said Clarice, sharply, "I'm talking to October for a few minutes. I won't hold him up long."

The Ninetales raised an eyebrow and smirked, "Ain't'cha gonna welcome me to Café Plaisir and tell me to enjoy my stay?"

Clarice made a noise a bit like a growl, a bit like a gurgle and a bit like she was clearing her throat, but otherwise said nothing, staring blankly at the Ninetales for ten long seconds, "...Sure."

Kathy grinned, "Go ON then..." she prompted.

October couldn't help but smirk at the game.

Clarice's expression changed. October wasn't sure if she attempted a smile, but her perpetual grimace became softer, (yet somehow more disturbing,) "...Your kind has a well-earned reputation around here, ma'am, I'm sure you'll live up to it."

Kathy shifted both eyebrows to one side and stuck out her jaw the other way to say at a slur, "...enjoh ma stey?"

"...Enjoy your stay," said Clarice, her expression returning to its thunderous norm.

"Alright," said Kathy with a grin, "Well, I've got the key, you know where to find us, Redtales." With that, she set off, with the captive Colin and Chai in-tail as she started loudly counting off door numbers.

October was left standing with Clarice in silence, trying his best to hide his smile and look serious.

"You're gonna knock 'er up," said Clarice, flatly.

The delivery of it had October snorting and breaking down into laugher, bowing forwards slightly as he giggled.

"I will not..!" he protested and meaning it, trying to sound serious, but having trouble.

Clarice's frown increased, fractionally, "Don't play your stupid games with me, I deal in facts."

October ahemed, coughed and got himself to stop laughing, "Well, the fact is, I'm not going to," he said definitely. He didn't feel like he needed to explain himself. This interdictional imposition did in fact annoy him, slightly.

"You are what you are," said Clarice, in a strangely tired-sounding voice, "Well, you'd better make sure she doesn't rip us off."

"Now, hang on a minute!" protested October, "I'm not doing so badly, around here! Give me a little credit!"

"October, for everything you accomplish, you blow something else up," said Clarice, flatly, "You're lucky Coco and Firenze have spoken for you-"

"-They have..?" said October, doubtfully, raising an eyebrow. He shook his head, "Look, mistakes have been made, robot assassins from other dimensions have been sent. That's not entirely my fault. I'm really trying to make good around here, make this the positive drive in my life and all. I'm not going to let ano- some female, whatever she might be, rip the Café off."

Clarice made an odd, guttural, growlish and clearly heartfelt noise of disgust and doubt. Whether that was at the absurdity of his excuse (little did either of them know, then,) or whether she secretly knew of the matter with the Flareon, she didn't say...

"I promise not to hurt your spreadsheets, today," said October, with a smirk, "It'll be fine, anyway." He frowned a little, "The customer apparently brought her own condoms, fit for a Ninetales. So I'll be using those."

Clarice raised one eyebrow, then spoke flatly, as usual, "Well, make sure you do, October, because your studding fee is likely to be dear," but then she frowned and lowered her tone, "DESPITE the fact that you STILL haven't sent a sample to Pro2 Creation... and I KNOW sample pots have been sent to your room..." she almost growled as she said it.

Oh yes, the sample pots. Knowing the pointlessness of the endeavour, October had been using them as ashtrays. Except for one of course, which had come with a VERY passive-aggressively insistent note. He had actually sent THAT one back, filled with the most marvellous practical joke he had been able to come up with.

The very thought of that practical joke almost had him sniggering right there and then. He just about managed to hold it in... until Clarice reddened. Then he burst out laughing, imagining the scene with the straight faced Clarice..! He giggled...

Clarice, frowned angrily, actually remembering the incident.

October continued to giggle. Never in the history of all of Café Plaisir had any Pokemon put so much work into not filling a Sample Pot.

Clarice scowled.

That just about stopped him laughing, but not quickly.

"The joke's on you, not getting your sample assessed," grumbled Clarice, without all of her usual composure, "Even as it is, with no testing of your other qualities. You could actually make good money from studding. It's stupid of you to waste your time and your balls on stupid jokes."

October wore a darker smirk, then, but didn't explain himself. No, getting his sample assessed was pointless. An AI Mind from a real civilisation with all of its godlike intellect and senses couldn't quite pin down why he couldn't conceive. The great old starship had actually been a bit miffed about that, so the Flixard had skipped out of that universe before its frustration had lead it to serious investigation. Much as he liked the grumpy old leviathan he had more or less instantly lost faith in science's ability to explain his issue. This cute little 0th-stage Pokemon world might as well not bother itself.

"Well, the fact remains," said Clarice, "Any of those condoms bust for any reason and she's gotta pay a Studding Deposit while we see if it takes and even if it does we won't get the full amount. Don't let her rip us off, October."

"She's not going to rip us off..!" said October exasperatedly, actually uncomfortable with the whole idea of the trade to begin with, "For goodness sake, Clarice-"

"Goodness? I had goodness once, I was full of goodness," said Clarice, unhappily, "but then after I evolved, a Duskull came into my life and..." she just stopped and growled.

October sighed, "...Clarice, this spunk-counting fascination of yours is honestly a little creepy. As are you, the thought of you once having had goodness honestly makes it worse... and you never finish those stories! You just leave them hanging on awful implications..!" He sighed, "Anyways, stop implying I'm going to let her rip us off! ...Just because the customer is a beautiful Ninetales doesn't mean-"

"I had a beaut-" began Clarice, looking particularly bitter...

"Oh, not again..." said October, with a sigh.

Clarice ground her teeth for a moment, then glared at him, "Pokemon spunk is big business in this world, always has been. Just look at your friend, Colin... or the Guard-Furfrou of the Kalosian Royalty. Fact is, your balls are money-factories and you're best off realising it."

October frowned, his amusement waning, he met the Glaceon's eyes as he spoke, "I'll admit it; That the Pokemon of this world are so happy to continue to be treat as breeding stock, is indicative of such an ingrained, racially-disrespectful slave culture that the thought of enthusiastically profiteering by it does slightly disgust me.

Pokemon here broke a curse, found language, won legal Liberation; Yet lives are bought and sold before they're even born, living creatures are stock. Why? Because it's financially convenient, even for those Pokemon themselves, to go on breeding pets and battle thralls to order. I'm sure the pragmatists of the universes would applaud... but I prefer my principles."

With that all said, October just turned and began walking away. It was a lot to say, just to avoid outright telling her of his inviability, but it wasn't like he didn't mean any of it. Quite the contrary.

"Principles don't pay debts, October," said Clarice, "and I've only got so much patience for you..."

"Whatever," October grumbled, striding away.

The walk to the room was short and uneventful. Just a short way around and up to the luxury guest quarters Kathy had rented for the day.

He was bristling mildly from his confrontation with Clarice and nearly paused as he approached the door. Clarice had struck upon some sore points and his mood was a little soured... So, he wasn't really ready for this. He considered for a minute ducking out to have a cigarette.

Since the door was wide open, it sounded like they were already getting on fine, without him.

Hanging ajar, he could just about see the blue decor of the spacious room and hear the rustle of bed covers, the giggling of Colin and the grunting of Chai.

Nope, he didn't feel ready for this at all.

Of course, as he turned back, he heard Colin say something, barely caught his own name.

Chai replied loudly, "Probably ran away! Just like with the last female Ninetales!"

October stopped, putting his claws into the carpet, Chai, that little bitch... He frowned and turned around.

He pushed through the doorway with his head and pushed it shut behind him with his tails, just about managing to force away his frown by the time he stopped and slowly turned his head.

The room was pleasant. Nice window view of the forest. The decor was a mix of striped and lined blues and greys. Not exactly a sexy combination, but it wasn't displeasing to the eye.

The large, double bed in the room was already messed the hell up. Previously neatly-folded and lain duvet and sheets were already bunched up tangles barely hiding what was going on.

Long golden limbs and tails were sprawled everywhere, Kathy was occupying most of the bed.

Of course, at first it didn't seem so lewd; Colin was on his back, giggling, four of Kathy's tails piling tickles onto the Sylveon's belly whilst he giggled away. Further up the bed, Kathy had Chai pinned on his front with her forepaws.

Trying to put on his best Café Plaisir customer service smile, which was naturally somewhat lewd, October approached the bed.

The truth of the matter was revealed. Colin was indeed on his his back, giggling away as Kathy's tails teased his paws, his belly and his raging hard erection. The soft, warm, fluffy, affectionate treatment having clearly been exactly what the Sylveon needed to get excited for the action. His legs and ribbons kicked and failed playfully, but you could see the growing lust in his movements.

Chai was pinned on his front, held down by the Ninetales, but his long, black canine member was sticking out behind him. Kathy was lapping at it like it was made of ice cream.

Chai was huffing and puffing and beading pre onto the bed. She was pleasing him pretty well.

That it annoyed October as much as it did in turn annoy him that it annoyed him. This was irrational. He thought he was over this...

Chai suddenly noticed his approach. He looked alarmed for the first second, then quickly his expression changed to a smirk, a half-hooded gaze. The Umbreon knew right away that October was irked... and why. His expression said, 'Yeah, she's loving it...'

Well, there was no way he was backing down, now.

"Having fun..?" asked October, in a warm and genial voice, "Glad to see that the Café is already apparently serving you well..."

Kathy looked up with a big, dirty grin, then flopped her chin back down onto Chai's dick, "You sure creep up quick, Redtales!"

October fought not to wince. He smiled, "As a Fox may," he said simply.

Kathy smirked, "Well if it's all the same, I'm hopin' to be makin' some noise. If you boys don't get me screechin' loud enough to wake the whole damn place, I'll be wantin' my money back!"

October chuckled and cocked his head, "Well, I'm sure we can do exactly... that..." he finished lamely.

"Well then, hurry up and get on the bed," said Chai, specifically to irritate him, "You're keeping the customer waiting."

"Shut up, you," said Kathy, suddenly whapping the Umbreon on the ass with a large but elegant paw, she looked up at October, "Seems like you gotta keep a firm paw on this one..."

Now that had October smiling, "Oh, you most certainly do," he agreed, "As with all Dark types... one must be diligent in enforcement..."

"Hah!" said Kathy, digging her claws into Chai's ass, causing the Umbreon to gasp and then snarl as she dug in deeper, "Y'mean, wind the fuck up 'till they're fit to burst and then," she twisted her grip, causing Chai to grimace and grunt, "only then, let slip off the leash to they can savage you proper..."

Grinning toothily she let the Umbreon go. Chai surged to his feet, full of angry adrenaline. The glossy black Umbreon stood up straight, posturing, dangerously quiet, muscles tense and with his sharp eyes seeming to glow red...

"Rrrf," growled Kathy appreciatively, "Now that's a fuckin' animal right there, ready to fuck something up. Snarl for me, sugar..." she snarled playfully at the Umbreon.

Chai did snarl - and it was a savage sight - and Chai did growl, but then... his face twisted into a smirk, "Yes ma'am," he said in a low voice.

"Now get behind me, beast," said Kathy, "make room up front; This I gotta see."

'Fuck,' thought October.

Chai shot him a smirk, stalking past him along the bed. October gingerly got up and onto where Chai just had been.

Couldn't hide it, now. He wasn't even peeking. His sheath was barely filling. He was not, as they say, worked up.

"Awww," said Kathy, disappointedly, making it so much worse as she sing-sang a tragic tune, "...didn't I put on a sweet enough show for ya to make a big entrance for me..?"

Ears unconsciously going back, October muttered, "Sorry," by reflex, then regretted it. He was sure that he had been lectured at some point by someone, (probably Silver,) on how unsexy that word was when improperly applied. In fact he knew enough to know that in this situation, what you really needed was positive speech and thinking.

Well, he considered himself quite optimistic. "...madam is quite beautiful. I'm sure we can work up to it..."

"Work up to it?" said Kathy, with a look on her face, "Ain't you the one gettin' paid to do work, here? Pleasuretales?"

That put his ears back a little. She was so forceful... it made him a little warmer. Still, she had a good point. Shit. Think fast.

October smiled, "Pardon me, my lady, but unless I missed my guess, one thought you might enjoy the opportunity to have it rise by your own efforts..." taking position in front of her on the bed, he settled down to sit, with his sheath just in front of her, "If not, then grant me but a minute of observing your beauty..."

Kathy cocked her head, regarding him as if anew, then smirked, "...Alright," she said, "...you don't miss your guess," then she pushed her head towards him, aggressively, a cutting look in her eyes, "but I ain't no fuckin' lady..."

"That's for sure," said Chai, sharply.

Next to him, Colin made an irritated noise and poked the Umbreon with a ribbon. Chai shot Colin an irritated glance.

Kathy cackled, wickedly.

Before October could react, Kathy's muzzle darted forward. Before he really knew what was happening, a warm, very warm tongue, was palping wetly against his sheath. A pointed, warm nose was poking him in the underbelly. He looked down to see an elegant, golden form stretched to tend to his crude, crimson junk. It seemed wrong and right and painful and very nice all at once.

She quickly got a response. His temperature shot up and his member began to grow.

"Hmmmm," said Kathy, a sultry noise, "You warm up quick..."

October growled, pleasantly, "It's one of my qualities..."

"It really is..." said Colin, happily, as he began rooting through the customer's bags.

Kathy sniggered suddenly.

October frowned, staring down at the snickering muzzle on his now-peeking sheath.

"Figures you'd'a tapped that," said the Ninetales, still sniggering, "Figured you for the type."

October's ears pricked up, curiously.

"Tch, October's a big, bad Fox..." said Chai, teasingly.

"Him too," said Kathy, quickly, with a smirk, nodding at Chai. It was a statement, not a question. The Umbreon's smirk merely grew. Kathy smiled at October, "You the sort that'll do anything, huh..? Just like me..?"

"Except raise his tails," said Chai, bluntly, with a bit of a sneer on his face, "October's too good for that. Big strong Ninetales that HE is."

Her own ears raising, "Is that a fact..?" said Kathy with a chuckle, "Well, we're not completely alike then, shit, a girl wouldn't get much if she didn't raise her tails..."

Colin had finished pulling a strip of condoms from Kathy's bag. They were neatly categorised by size. She had a lot of them, too... Colin made a happy noise. Probably because of the neat arrangement. "Alrighty..!" said the Sylveon, cheerily, "Let's get wrapped up!"

Chai rolled his eyes.

Colin smiled at Chai, "You going to say-"

"No," said Chai, quickly, "...and shit, do we have to wear those?"

"Yes," said October, surprising himself, more than anyone. He actually took a second before he could go on, so shocked was he at taking this position. "Because we're professionals. We can handle... safe sex." That sounded so strange to say... but Plaisir was generally a very flesh-on-flesh business. Certainly where these three were concerned.

"Well said," said Kathy in a mock impression of October's voice, "Now let's get you up..."

She lunged at his peeking member and began to lather it with licks. Enthusiastic, seemingly hungry ones that coaxed him rapidly into life, leaving wakes of the perception of warm, moist fire...

Colin tossed October and passed Chai a condom each. Octobers patted off him unnoticed at first, thanks to the tongue treatment and he had to scrabble for it. Colin opened his own condom packet with all four ribbons whilst October and Chai resorted instantly to their teeth, quickly spitting bits of foil from their maws.

"You broke that one, Chai," said Colin, disapprovingly, "I'll get you another..."

Chai rolled his eyes.

October huffed and almost flopped back, Kathy growled in appreciation. October had grown quite nicely. Kathy let it slip from her tongue and fall on her face, the long pointed Ninetales dick bouncing from her brow to land just in front of her eye, resting over her muzzle. Already moist, his member glistened black, it was an obscene spectacle. Kathy giggled. October felt aroused and embarrassed at once.

Of course, then it was time to put the condoms on and that was a mission unto itself. Colin, of course, had no problem whatsoever. With his four nimble ribbons, he had unrolled the difficult sheath over his member in no time, forming a beige, opaque, plasticy second skin... The condoms were weirdly thick, made of a strange substance like latex. They seemed slightly stiff and October and Chai ran into trouble, instantly, trying to put them on with their forepaws, not quite managing the grip.

"Let me help!" said Colin, cheerily, advancing on Chai.

"What? No! No," said Chai, quickly, "No way, I've got this..." struggling with renewed determination. The task was tricky, but the Umbreon's paws were dextrous...

Meanwhile, Kathy suddenly slung forwards and reared up, just as October was attempting to fit the condom a third time. Her muzzle plunged down quickly and he had to move his paws out of the way of her closing jaws with alacrity.

Her forefangs landing on the corners of the condom precisely, Kathy pushed down. The condom made a sound like sticky tape unravelling as she slowly dragged it on over him. It felt strange, cold and constricting... but the way she put it on felt quite fine as the latex quickly warmed in the heat of her maw and the way she maneuvered those wickedly large and sharp fangs was so perfectly precise that it was exhilarating and beautiful to see. October was gasping before he was fully enveloped then gazed down in disbelief as she went on further, pushing the ring of the condom down on past the growing knobs of his knot.

She squeezed her maw around his member warmly as he was finally enclosed.... and she didn't take it again. She began bobbing, immediately, like she didn't have any time to waste. Her tongue squeaked against the latex, bringing strange, but not unpleasant vibrations to his nerves. October gasped and fought for a second not to pitch over for the overstimulation. Okay, this was okay.

Of course, then there was Colin and Chai, who had finally finished sheathing his unsheathed rod, himself. Oh, but he looked strange in beige...

That was a moment for pause. He did his best to linger on the pleasure as the Sylveon and Umbreon advanced, inspecting how best to go about the task. Colin quickly darted to the bedside table to get the tube of basic lube always provided there, which he would go on to apply with slow care and thoroughness. He was the only Pokemon in Plaisir that could use the stuff without getting a single drop of it in their fur...

Lingering on the pleasure became more difficult as they took position. Noting October's discomfort, Chai smirked as he stuck his head under Kathy's hips and with the kind of surprising strength inherent to a Dark type, pushed her hips roughly up into the air before pulling them back down to a height of his choosing. Those dark Umbreon paws were digging roughly into the golden fur of Kathy's beautiful hips...

Kathy gasped, then as Chai mounted, roughly, lined up quickly and pushed in, quite firmly... making a lewd wet noise and a slap against his wrapped knot... and Kathy moaned, appreciatively.

October winced at this confusing picture. So proud looking, yet so shameless... she drove him crazy.

"About time I got to fuck a Ninetales," said Chai, in a teasing voice, looking at October though he was talking to Kathy, "So, you want me to be gentle? Wait till you're ready like a gentlemon?"

Kathy lifted herself from October's cock and drew in just enough breath to shout, "Fuck, no! Fuckin' destroy me, boy!"

"Rude!" gasped Colin at the use of language, but no-one was listening to him.

Chai grinned wickedly and with a wet and heavy sound proceed to do just that, driving his hard canine cock and the no doubt fricticious condom right into the Ninetales mercilessly. 'Stay safe at night,' indeed... That poster of his was a mockery now. Chai wasn't a big Umbreon, but he was a BIG Umbreon. That shiny black dick of his was shaped like a club and indeed, he used it like a bludgeon, those nimble hips of his drawing back only for him to slam it in again and again like he was trying to hurt the teasing 'Tales...

And indeed, Kathy yelped, making October wince... at first... then with each successive, increasingly wet-sounding movement she moaned harder and began to shove her own powerful hips back against Chai's cock with shameless lust, finishing the Umbreon's thrusts on her own terms. October thought it must have hurt, but both she and Chai seemed pretty happy about it. They started rutting right away, in fitful bursts at first, but they were picking up into a sustained pace just as Colin had finished applying lubricant to himself.

Unattended, cooling slightly, October battled against his raging, embarrassing and untimely psychological issues.

"Shit!" said Kathy, suddenly, "We're losing him... what's up, Pleasuretales?"

Embarrassed, October did not apologise. He winced, shrugged and waved his hips, slightly, "It's cold in here," he came up with. Then did his best to sell it with a smirk. He waggled his hips to suggest that perhaps he wanted more attention.

Those eyes, though... those piercing feminine... Ninetales eyes... pools of deep, glittering dark red in the gloom, for a second, they were on his own so sharply he swore they were cutting right into him. Then Kathy was suddenly grinning, "You ain't comfortable seein' this, are you?" she announced, brazenly.

October huffed and looked away, embarrassed, "What..? Nonsense! I live for pleasure..!" he said quickly, "I'm no prude!"

"I know Ninetales, boy. You ain't comfortable," stated Kathy, firmly, almost authoritatively, " and yeah, I can tell you're no prude, in fact, I'll bet you love rough stuff like this," and then, tilting her head, she smirked at him, "So it's all the more interestin' that this ain't makin' you throb..."

"It's his wierd-ass Ninetales issues," said Chai, suddenly, still delivering firm, noisy thrusts into Kathy, "You should have seen him with the last Ninetales girl we had here as a customer, he was so fuckin' coy..."

"Chai..." growled October, warningly...

"Hey!" said Kathy, "Shush you!" She bared her teeth at his cock, threateningly. That did, in fact, shush October quite effectively. Shushed him and made his eyes wide in terror. Then Kathy smirked at Chai, "Tell me more, Pussy-boy."

Chai frowned at that name and responded with a harder thrust, driving a gasp out of the Ninetales, then, with a fresh smirk, spoke, "Sure; October has a high view of Ninetaleskind, like... and he has issues about his red ass comparing to other Ninetales. Like he's not good enough for 'em.... And this pretty silver Sapphire Breeze gal, who came around here a few nights ago," he pronounced her name sarcastically, "he actually ran away from her at first... but then he gets told off by Firenze, this big dumb blonde and proper Ninetales who he ALSO has a weird complex about and THEN he came back and he was treatin' her like a freakin' princess..."

October frowned at the Umbreon, not appreciating his story or his description of Firenze. Chai was going to get it for this. Of course, Chai knew that. October knew he was going to have to start getting more inventive with his punishments, at some point. Eventually. Probably. Whatever. Right now, he was definitely intending to fuck the Umbreon raw.

Alas, Kathy seemed to find this story hilarious, rearing back a little and laughing, "Like some Princess, huh? ...What and you're the dirty red rogue who ain't good enough to scrape her paws..?" She asked it whilst looking down her muzzle at him with narrowed red eyes...

October huffed, suddenly feeling a tad more honest in the face of teasing, "Well pardon me for finding that most Ninetales enjoy a bit of dignity and respect," he said huffily, "and that I like to treat them accordingly..."

"Dignity and respect?" said Kathy with a cackle, "Who's got time for that?"

"Right?" said Chai, with a smirk.

"Oh, Hotrod..."

...October briefly wondered now exactly how many nicknames Kathy would come up with for him...

...Kathy chuckled, "This is pretty rich; You think a Ninetales like you or like me should be trying to live up to some ideal like that?" She stared at him with piercing red eyes, that briefly seemed to stare directly into his soul. Then, she laughed. Loudly, crudely and wickedly. Mockingly.

Taken aback, wincing from the inner ego outwards and taking a while to rally, October could only huff, roll his eyes and gird his pride. "Oh believe me, the ideal's real," he muttered, "I've seen it in other worlds..."

Kathy didn't seem to hear him as she laughed and went on speaking again, "So it'll make you happier if I powergrind this lil' punk and show 'im his place?" she asked snappily.

She didn't wait for a response. Suddenly her tails were moving and a couple of them wrapped around Chai's hindlegs. With a reverse hauling motion, Kathy pitched the suddenly wide-eyed Umbreon onto his ass with her big, powerful hindquarters then started hammering her hips up and down without letting the Umbreon out of herself.

Chai didn't quite seem sure what had happened, but in a second, the strong female Ninetales was grinding and riding the Umbreon like he was nothing but a toy...

The strongest part of any Ninetales was after all their power-pouncing, nine-tail-supporting hindquarters and Kathy's were apparently exceptionally mighty... October watched, entranced as the powerful, yet savagely elegant form of her and her very fine hips indeed, made sport of the Dark type.

"It fucken' does, shit," said Kathy, in a low voice, "Your thermometer don't lie, redtales."

He looked down, then, she was pressing her nose to October's member, which was positively huge and bulging at present.

She took it back into her muzzle and then pinned Chai to the bed with her hips. Which she then waved from side to side, at Colin.

Colin, who had been waiting politely, moved into position on her back. He politely tried not to bash Chai in the face with his pink fluffy tail, but October suspected that was just a matter of time.

Well, they were into it then. Colin entered Kathy's tailhole expertly. Caressing her all the while, lining up properly and entering slowly, going no faster then she could take, doing everything in his power to make the experience as pleasant as possible. Kathy seemed to appreciate it, to the extent that it slowed her grinding of Chai to a languorous, indulgeant pace... at least for now...

It took about thirty seconds after Colin's polite and gentle penetration - himself seeming like a mere toy, balanced on those powerful hips - before his happy humpings resulted in Chai's repeated fluffings with a waggly Fairy-tail. Chai scowled.

Meanwhile, her attention to October's cock was unceasing. She seemed to get a kick out of playing with the squeakiness of the condom with forceful licks of her tongue. October couldn't help but be similarly amused and for all that the condom did dull, she was more than making up for it with tricks and determination... just like a Fox.

Pretty soon Kathy's weird condoms were squeaking in triple symphony and she was being well served by Café Plaisir indeed, seeming to glut in the focussed attention and doing everything she could to provoke the best of the males she'd bought for herself.

October she was putting on a performance for. Not only in pounding the Umbreon, which was incidentally doing just fine for said panting, gasping Umbreon, but it making long, slow, gracefully timed bobs upon his member. She was trying to make it look elegant, just for him. It was working, too. Colin's squeaked happily. How much of the pleasure was from sex and how much was from how much fun everyone else was having was a Fairy mystery. Nor did it matter.

Treated roughly, just as he liked it, Chai came first, the Umbreon arching his back, falling onto it and continuing to try and thrust up into the sighing Ninetales his solid knot had tied him into, the Umbreon gasping raspily as he gave and gave...

Colin went second, set off by Chai. Squeaking loudly, he seemed to melt, a picture of sheerest bliss on the Sylveon's face as he delivered his constricted load, lovingly. Hips twitching, gasping. Stroked on the rump by several of Kathy's tails.

Not to be denied, Kathy demanded her payment from October. Taking the plunge, she carefully clamped her maw down on his growing knot. That was all it took. His Fire type blood rushing and surging under the pressure of that hot maw, pleasure exploding out of his body like a volcano under pressure that made him flatten back against the headboard with its blazing intensity, October erupted into the condom so hard it stretched and bubbled at the end, hot, hot seed pooling at the end of his member in a very lewd way... Kathy chuckled throatily, right around the growing bubble.

That was just the start though. Kathy had paid for some hours in advance and she was apparently determined to get the most out of them. Pulling wetly and noisily off the Umbreon's knot after just a few minutes of huffing, she was riding Chai again in no time. Then she made Colin promise to get going as soon as he was able, too.

This was just the start.

Thank goodness for room service.

When the door eventually knocked, at least better late than never, October practically leapt up to answer the door. She had drawn another load out of him and the same, now bulging condom was getting a mite uncomfortable...

Kathy huffed as he moved away and eyed him with a wicked look for leaving. He could but smirk apologetically and answer the door to quickly thank the Marill who had somehow pushed the trolley all this way and dragged it in with a paw.

He practically fell on the energy drinks and ripped open the crate with his teeth. He pushed cans onto a pair of ready tails that rolled around them and tossed some careless onto onto the bed before grabbing one for himself in his maw and dispensing with the trouble of opening the thing by easily piercing the sides with his teeth.

It dribbled from his muzzle, but enough of it went into his maw.

It tasted weird. It wasn't what he was expecting. These things were normally fizzy pop... and it was fizzy, but it also had a taste and texture like a protein shake. He wasn't sure if he loved or hated it.

It was refreshing though... and for one thing, it definitely contained enough of the dark power of caffeine to ensure his continued function.

They eventually changed condoms. Colin pulled his off first and then made a curious noise. The condom pulled off intact... and curiously, sealed; The neck squeezing shut entirely and preventing any of the seed from escaping. "Oooh," said Colin, making a happy Sylveon noise, "So neat and tidy!"

"Smart stuff, huh?" said Kathy, "Just sling 'em in my bag, they're recyclable too, when you know where to take 'em."

Colin smilingly complied. Chai and October did likewise. The bag was far closer than the bin, anyway.

...and so it went on.

Sucking on him again, this time with her paws on his balls, playing with them, seemingly coaxing them.

They hadn't been quiet either. Kathy had a lot of questions for him. Once again pulling off suddenly, Kathy smirked at him, with another ready question; "I'm Fox Curious about these real ideal Ninetales, Ninetales?"

Caught off-guard by the sudden change of pace, October winced, grimaced and gasped, then composed himself, knowing he shouldn't have said that, earlier. The whole thing was always too much to casually explain, but he was sick of selling himself short, "Look, I've been more places then you know there are places and there are places where that ideal is so real it terrifies..."

"Real Ninetales Princesses, huh?" said Kathy, with a raised eyebrow and a smirk as she began to stroke his member with a paw.

"Uh-huh," said October, losing himself to her increasingly practised touch upon him.

He had lost track of time a while ago, time and the number of condoms. Between himself, Chai and Colin, they had to have exhausted several sexual positional textbooks. She had drawn loads out of them with her maw, her tailhole and her sex, as well as her tails, her paws and her furry flanks. They had been from affectionate to rough and back again. That went for the dialogue, too. Oh, they had avoided any specifics. Ninetales will have their secrets, especially from other Ninetales and so everything they said to one another was in vagary. Indirect. And yet... They had gotten to know each other quite well. October got the distinct impression that whilst on a smaller scale to his interdimensional adventures, Kathy had been just a big a drifter... and perhaps proportionally as big a wave of chaos. They chatted about a lot of strange things that Chai or Colin couldn't follow. They both assumed the other was putting on their accent. Though in fairness, October expected that most Ninetales faked a British accent.

One thing hadn't come up, though. Not in all these hours. October still hadn't been in her sex. Maw, plenty of times, lots else and oh, but she had made use of his talents at anal and cried out most profusely when he had stretched that supposedly ready hole most gloriously... (and oh but it was hot and oh, but it was tight and oh but he had came HARD...) and they'd also had a good laugh about him having trouble where to put his forelegs, being used to mounting smaller mons... but no vaginal. Chai had even brought it up, but the issue had been distracted by even more rough sex that had strained them all to the point of breaking.

Room service and its seemingly endless supply of energy drinks just about kept them afloat, (though the place stank of them now after October and Chai had spilled most of them everywhere.)

At one point, October had mused, "Why are most of these cans sodding Lugia brand? I am not into seafood!"

Kathy shrugged, "Why are they even themed after Legendary Pokemon? They suggestin' they pulped the beast of the sea for these drinks? It's factory flavour! Shut up and drink, Hotstuff, then get back to work!"

On and on. It was a good day, alright, on balance. The kind of workday one comes to treasure, at Plaisir.

Perhaps if not for Kathy's continuing vulpine curiousity...

"So I'm curious," said Kathy, grinning at October, over his cock again, "As to what you'd do with this perfect Ninetales Princess of yours, this... gem girl, I mean, I just can't imagine a worse match for you. What would you do with a girl like that!?"

October lowered his head to move his eyes as close to hers as possible... though when he got there, he found himself pausing. She was looking back at him, just as intently. He found his words dying as they fluttered to life, long before he said them.

"That's what I thought," said Kathy, before discontinuing the conversation by going down on him again.

It was definitely past their shift when Colin became the first to flake. The Sylveon passed out with his cock and paws and everywhere else being tickled all at at once by four forepaws and eighteen fluffy tails as October and Kathy tormented him simultaneously, darting between paw-pads and sensitive points. Cute, panicked wails and pitiful writhing grew ever higher and more frantic until suddenly he'd screeched, shook and the condom had ballooned! Colin pumped his girly hips as he gave up his last right there and then, he'd kicked his legs and flopped, becoming happily limp, sighing all the way into a sweet and contented sleep.

October noted this possible fetish for future exploitation, sharing a gleeful, wicked grin with Kathy, the other Fox also having enjoyed conspiring against, toying with and tormenting the Sylveon to an orgasmic, fainting finish together.

"Hah, wuss," cackled Chai, grinning at the conked-out Colin.

Then two huge grinning Foxes turned their attention to Chai. Looming over the cocky Umbreon.

"Hey, Hot Rod," said Kathy, "You know that Ninetales pride a' yours? He was ribbin' you somethin' rotten, weren't he?"

October's grin was just as big, "He was..."

Chai, with good instincts as ever, had begun to shuffle backwards.

Eighteen tails wove behind his back, forming the bars to his prison, trapping the little rogue in darkness.

His rings lit up... causing their many large fangs to gleam.

Kathy had told October to fuck Chai for his revenge and her entertainment.

October had of course done that with vigour. Kathy's claws pressing roughly on the back of Chai's head and neck, she made him eat her sex whilst October took the Umbreon ferociously and noisily from behind, slamming his bulging cock into that tight, glossy rear, distending that slim, sexy rump to Kathy's delighted cackles and obscenely close scrutiny. Twisting, bucking and fighting happily all the way, Chai filled another condom in the brutal process. Ever the exhibitionist; So did October, claws digging roughly into Chai's tight, squirming hips as he drove that knot in for the second time that day... The condom had pulled out with a squeak and a squelch, filled with the seed of satisfyingly vengeful sex.

Moaning and limp, Chai had none the less protested his vigour until the last minute, muttering, "I can fuckin'... take it," when he eventually flopped onto Kathy's perky mane as she had aggressively gone down on him, finishing him off, melting him in the heat of her maw. The Umbreon flopped onto Kathy's back, becoming a mockery of October's black mane as his eyes closed and his maw hung open, the Umbreon still trying to snark...

And so the two Eeveelutions were spent, worn out, asleep.

That had left October and Kathy, alone.

Smirking at each other, they had taken a break. Two Ninetales, lounging expansively, feeling pleased with themselves in the extreme.

They smirked at each other for some time. Spent beyond belief, they were in a perfect position to just relax and join the others in a peaceful and satisfied snooze.

...but they didn't. Their eyes didn't leave each other's.

There wasn't any need for words. Kathy suddenly rolled over onto her front, then lifted her tails and nodded at him.

He pushed himself up on tired legs and tiredly, shakily mounted her, practically fell atop her. Just as tired, she struggled to help him into position. They had a desperate, animalistic hurriedness about them.

October pressed forward to meet the slightly dilated feral chevron of her sex, the lips pressing hotly against the pointed tip of his cock, feeling sublime and promising pleasure that stoked his fires beyond all tiredness.

She made a whimpering, keening noise of desire. She hadn't made those noises up until now.

He pushed in. The glorious heat was sublime. The way she was shaped, they way she yielded to his entry and then gripped upon it, asserting herself upon him in her territory, they gasped together, feeling a mutual initial surge of natural lust and need...

For all the glorious, fantastic variety of Plaisir, as something of a novelty; Hetrosexual sex with your own species was some powerful stuff, October had to admit. And whilst he loved Plaisir's infinite variety and all the opportunities to push into things which could barely manage him, there was something special about this... very specific compatibility, this very ergonomic fit... a certain... rightness...

He paused then, with an impatient growl of realisation. It felt great, it felt right, it felt wonderful, alright. Because it felt like he didn't have a bloody condom on. Dammit. Of course, he had been relaxing without one...

"Don't stop," said Kathy, in a small, breathless voice, not sounding quite like herself.

So he didn't. He couldn't. Not for all his promises to himself or to Pouncer or to Clarice. The need to keep those promises was easily outweighed by the burning desires of instinct, for that intuitive lust and the fire between the two Ninetales was growing very quickly, indeed.

He moved in her like she was something precious and she moved back without the aggression of before, but with something more like a gentle need to co-operate. Long, furred bodies stroked smoothly against one another as they softly and smoothly moved.

She seemed tight. Of course for all the action, she hadn't had him all night. Chai was big, but he wasn't October big. There was a difference that the Ninetales seemed to keenly feel and appreciate... and her appreciation was a physical thing, manifesting in the graceful poetry of this seemingly tired and fitfully lusting Fox. She was working with his every movement inside and out as he moved. In turn, with suggestive movements from both of them, they learned the ways of moving that pleased the other the best.

Compared to many of the spectacular fucks October had been proud to have been involved with at Plaisir, this was a low energy, low key affair, but at the same time, it was a pleasure, a feeling like none before. Rivulets of fire like tails moving under the surface of his skin heralded the growing heat they were building between them. The intensity of it had them both uttering heartfelt, high pitched, unguarded cries and whimpers...

...and then they climaxed, together, they gasped and clenched together, inside and out. Those tails of fire grew to a glorious, golden heat of incredible pleasure that had them sighing, together, wrapped together in intimacy, internal and external as surely as their tails were now twining together. The side of his muzzle pressed against hers, his forepaws pressed down upon her own... his knot tied and locked in a sex that clamped down possessively upon it as he flooded her with seed...

Only then, with the last of their energies expended on one another in a golden blaze of sheerest bliss did they finally let themselves fall asleep.

* * *

When the police siren sounded, both Foxes woke into such instant, wide-eyed, ear-pricked, habitual alertness that it would have been hilarious, had anyone seen it.

Kathy rose with just a little more panic though and she was mightily strong. October was thrown off of her and tumbled right off the edge of the bed.

He was shaking his head and grumbling on the floor when he looked around at Kathy. She was standing up tall, facing the window, her tails astir, her ears waggling as they listened to the noises coming from outside.

"Aw, shoot, really..?" she said.

"Really, what..?" asked October quickly, raising an eyebrow and slinking over to peer his eyes over the edge of the windowsill and glimpse what it was that Kathy might be looking at.

There was suddenly a convention of vehicles in Plaisir's car-park. A small convoy of police cars and vans were attempting to get in and stopping, held up by a fanned assembly of mini-vans and a few big, luxury cars that were blocking the car-park entrance...

"Huh," said October, quietly, watching figures leave vehicles on both sides. Everyone getting out of the civilian vehicles was well variously dressed and all wore shaded eyewear of some description. It was a weird sight for outside of Plaisir, it looked almost as some kind of confrontation was suddenly going down...

"Uh-oh, time to go," said Kathy, suddenly hopping down from the bed, "Well, it's been great, Pleasuretales..."

"Say what and the what, now..?" said October, glancing between the developing scene below and the Ninetales as she plunged her head under the strap of her travel bag and scooped it back up onto herself.

"Going, me," said Kathy, moving towards the door, "Great, been... well..." she looked at him, pausing.

"Hang on a minute," said October raising an eyebrow and starting to move towards her, "Something's going on out there. It wouldn't be very clever to leave here until we know what it is..." but as he advanced a few steps further, he narrowed his eyes on her, "Unless one happened to know EXACTLY what was going on or close enough to know not to stick around to find out..."

For just half a second, Kathy wore a crazy grin. For that second, October could have swore her eyes lit up with an intense inner light... but almost immediately afterwards, she was sighing, "Alright, alright," she said quickly, "I've got reason to leave, so I'm leaving now... don't try and stop me..."

"Stop you..?" said October raising an eyebrow.

Suddenly she wheeled on him, "...and you're comin' with me."

"I am..?" he said, raising his eyebrow further, screwing up his face with doubt. He had just been fucking for... some number of hours. He was barely awake, barely aware and with every limb feeling like sore jelly, not feeling up for a great deal of moving around. "...I'm not so sure I-"

Suddenly she pressed her nose into his, shutting him up. "You don't belong here, we both know it," she stated, but not forcefully. Over the warmth of the nose-to-nose contact, her eyes bore into his, within those big, glittering red iris, the pupils were wide, seeming uncharacteristically pleading... "And... Dammit... I need you..." she said softly...

There was an intensity, an urgency in her voice, in the contact, in the moment that called to a more basic Ninetales then the one currently about to raise his doubts and suspicions. One that called shame upon them. One that saw a female he had just mated with who was now appealing to him for help and thought perhaps he ought to straighten out his priorities.

She didn't wait for him to sort said priorities or answer her. Kathy quickly turned and opened the door.

Well, that left him with two choices. Stay here, with the snoring Colin and Chai, in guaranteed safety. Such as was the sensible course... or he could follow those swiftly disappearing golden tails into almost certain peril.

...As if there was even a choice. This was FAR too interesting to miss. He set off after her.

Running out into the corridor, unsteadily at first, October picked up speed to catch up with the loping Kathy and then suddenly finding himself over taking her as she suddenly slowed.

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" came a loud and angry voice.

October looked at what he was running towards. There was a big human at the end of the corridor, a heavy-set one with broad shoulders, shaven head, fine clothes and dark glasses. At his side, stood a snarling Houndour.

"FUCK, NO!" shouted Kathy, back at him.

Without a moment's hesitation, the man reached into his jacket and produced a pistol.

Oh shit, thought October, a gun.

Under normal circumstances, the first thing he would have done would be to dive into cover, but with all the doors on this corridor locked, that wasn't an option. What he did instead as a second reaction considerably surprised himself and left him wondering why in the world he'd done it.

He stopped, putting himself between the man and Kathy and splayed his tails, threateningly as he look in a deep breath and summoned his power. How fucking stupid of him.

That left him staring down the barrel of a gun from twenty meters, the man's eyes unreadable behind those dark glasses. The primitive slug thrower no doubt had a modern explosive driving its projectile but it didn't have the barrel or stability for much accuracy and it was certainly one of the least threatening sidearms October had ever had pointed at him. On the other hand, he was standing still and making an easy target of himself and he was sure it was quite sufficient to hurt him badly if it hit.

If it hit, of course. Both the pistol and his flamethrower were at about the limit of their effective range. Except there was no way he could let one off in this corridor nor let any bullets fly around in Plaisir. This was stupid.

Stupid or not though, his heart beat excitedly.

"GET OUT OF THE WAY!" the man shouted, disrupting his own aim.

October impulsively took the seconds he'd been given, gathered his breath in his maw as a ball of green fire and let it fly.

Possessed of faster reactions than October would have guessed, the man opened fire. The noise, indoors, with the ears of a Fox, was utterly deafening, far more than usual and October was momentarily stunned by it.

Something exploded in front of him, a bursting golden glow.

He flinched, a second too late. The first shot would have at least glanced his head. Except it and the wider second and third shots spanked into an invisible barrier that exploded in golden light, causing the bullets to bounce softly and smack almost harmlessly into the walls, floor and ceiling.

"Hah!" shouted Kathy from behind him, "It's just a handgun, you pussy! I could stop that all day!"

October growled, as if forgetting the immediate danger as he snapped his concentration back on his flying will-o-wisp. It didn't have the speed of a bullet, but as a projected concentration of his fiery aura, it responded to his will.

Only when the wisp struck solid right on the man's gun hand, drawing a slow and rising cry of pain as it burned his flesh and lit the sleeve of his fancy clothes on fire. He dropped the gun to start quite naturally panicking and only then did October turn around to glare at the cackling Kathy.

"...Only if you were ready for it!" protested October, huffily, "and anyways, I'm just a bit rusty..."

"Yer turnin' soft!" said Kathy, still laughing as she lowered her barrier with a detectable pop in the air pressure, "Well, here's some more practise for ya!"

October turned to look and see what she meant. The Houndour was looking angrily between himself and the panicked human, who was busily trying to shed himself of his fancy jacket and flailing against the growing flames. The Houndour was clearly making a choice between helping the human and going after the Ninetales.

He chose poorly, turning and charging right at October.

October smiled and began to walk towards the charging canine.

"FUCK YOU..!" snarled the charging dog.

"Me? I think not," said October, meeting the charge casually with a wicked smirk, "I think you've miscalculated."

The Houndour drew up short, seeming to notice as he came closer that as big as he was for a Houndour, that left him a little short of the Ninetales in front of him. October was almost half again the height of the dog and October made sure to wear a lewd look in his eyes that suggested he would enjoy demonstrating this fact. The Dark type's charge faltered.

"Good boy," said October, "Now go help your master before I help myself to you."

That was a miscalculation. For the Houndour was also a Fire type and that side of him apparently refused to back down.

"Shut yer fuckin' mouth, whore!" shouted the Houndour, without his previous enthusiasm, "I'm not scared of you!"

October chuckled. The Houndour suddenly took in a sharp intake of breath and October stopped chuckling. That the Houndour was stupid enough to try and use fire was no problem for him, but the Café on the other hand...

Flames started to spray...

"Ah-ah!" said October, pouncing forwards, suddenly. Fortunately he landed it just right and put both forepaws onto the Houndour's head, slamming it onto the ground and closing his jaw, "Not in here, you miscreant!" he declared, then allowed the Houndour to push up again, the canine demonstrating impressive strength in getting halfway to his feet.

The carpet burned, beneath him. He quickly lowered himself onto it and patted the ground like a big crimson fire-blanket.

Then October, rising, shoved with both forepaws and jumped with his hinds, aiming the point of the Houndour's jaw at the wall and throwing his entire body weight into the effort. The crunching noise on jarring impact was not pleasant, but the Houndour made a muffled noise and promptly fainted, one way or another neutralised as a threat. October released his head and let him slide to the floor.

Deliberately walking over the scorched part of the carpet to warm her paws, Kathy crossed by, beside him, facing the human. He had gotten his jacket and shirt off and knelt on the floor clutching his badly burned flesh, wearing just fancy pants and a string vest, looking decidedly less formidable with tears streaming from under his dark glasses...

"Hey, asshole..!" shouted Kathy.

He looked right at her.

Her tails rose and October didn't quite see what she did. There was an unearthly glow like blacklight around the Ninetales, which lit the white walls around her purple.

The man screamed, then screamed louder, then collapsed, twitching and literally soiling himself. Kathy laughed, louder.

"What the fuck is going on!?" shouted Chai, sounding more annoyed than worried, suddenly poking his head from the door down the corridor.

"Unwelcome guests!" shouted October, back at him, "You and Colin should grab these two and hold them until the Police arrive!"

"What are you gonna do..?" shouted Chai, "What the fuck ARE you doing?"

October narrowed his eyes, "I'm escorting the customer, what else!?"

Chai rolled his own eyes then turned back into the room, presumably to fetch a cowering colin.

Kathy, who was stood over the still twitching form of the human, smirked back at October, "Escorting me, huh..?"

"Of course," said October, pulling himself up, "I could do no less. For a valued customer... or for the Café," he added quietly.

"Suuuure," said Kathy, "You ain't havin' the most fun you've had in a while at all, are you..?" she had a teasing smile on her face.

October thought about it for a second and smirked. His heart was aflame and his mind was already two steps ahead. He was more stimulated now than he had been in weeks. "Well, I'm not going to deny that..." he chuckled quietly.

Kathy grinned at him, "Good, 'cause ya couldn't. Now c'mon, let's go," she said, starting for the stairwell.

"Not that way," said October, quickly, stepping off in another direction, deeper into the Cafe, pointing at the balcony in front of the spa, overlooking the inner garden. "They'll be coming up, that way," he explained, quickly. They'd have to battle their way through...

She smirked at him, "What, scared, Redtales?"

He twitched at that, "Not for myself, but rather for the Café," said October, "Anyway, I've got a much better plan. Fit for a cunning Ninetales."

She smirked at that and turned to follow.

So he lead her out onto the largely-brick balcony over the inner garden. The wooden railing at the edge had several broad supports. Nimbly, he hopped atop one of them, balancing on his hindpaws and bracing for a jump, up to the one of the four sloped roofs located between the four corner balconies of the top floor and its top-priced accommodations.

To her credit, Kathy never blinked or questioned the plan, she just leapt up to the support next to him and sprang up a second after he did.

Scrabbling up, they made it up onto the shallow, sloping roof and ran straight between two balconies occupied by very surprised looking people and Pokemon enjoying a pleasant afternoon social in the sunlight. Without breaking stride, October leapt and scrabbled straight on up again, right onto the roof of Plaisir. Kathy followed him close behind into his and Chai's usual territory.

There was a grand view from up here, but that wasn't why they were here. Still, as he headed straight for the opposite side and leapt straight down to the ventilator stacks that provided a decent stepping-down to the lower roof, he took the air-time to examine the developing confrontation in the car park. The roadblock was being moved for the Police, but not quickly. There were also fewer Police out there, some obviously having ran in at the sound of gunshots.

So far so good, thought October.

Down on the lower roof, it was pretty much a free and clear run down to the ramped side of the facilities block and an easy stroll around the side of the building to the opposite edge of the car park from where they might have been expected to appear.

They slunk towards Kathy's motorcycle silently, keeping their tails down and using the cars as cover.

The remaining Police and darkened-eyewear gentlemen were in something of a standoff, with the Police having erected some kind of barricade.

It wasn't just humans, there were Pokemon on both sides. Various types. Growlithes aplenty on the Police side, especially. Definitely a recipe for disaster and carnage...

October had mixed feelings about that. He really wanted to see some carnage. He just didn't want to see it take place here...

Weirdly enough, despite all the place had done to him, he didn't think he would like that at all. As if the dangerous spectacle of his 'usual' lifestyle... just didn't belong here.

Well, he reflected as they made it to the last car before an open stretch of ground leading to Kathy's huge, threatening-looking motorcycle, he had done all he could to keep a lid on it, after all. He was actually somewhat surprised at himself. Two weeks ago he'd have loved to see the place in flames... how quickly things could change.

Heads and tails low, they slunk towards the bike, hoping that their luck would hold and that everyone would be too distracted to spot them. October didn't fancy their chances against bullets Kathy wasn't ready for...

He hoped in vain. A car door suddenly opened and suddenly someone with a deep voice starting shouting. "SHARON..!"

October made sure to look at Kathy at that moment. He saw her quickly wince.

"YOU GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE, RIGHT NOW, YOU BITCH..!"

October looked over at the source of the shouting, it was a Krookodile, a big one. Not the only one on that side of the Car Park, but certainly the only one wearing a taiylored jacket and diamond-encrusted jewellery. It was slightly tacky.

Kathy kept heading towards her bike.

Suddenly one of the Policewomen was shouting, "FRANK 'STONECUTTER' SCHWARTZ! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST! SURRENDER, IMMEDIATELY!" and all of the Policemen were raising their guns or readying their powers.

Immediately afterward, all of 'Stonecutter's' men and mon were doing likewise and both sides were both shouting at each other such that neither could possibly hear or understand anything the other one was saying. Disaster was definitely on its way...

The Krookodile didn't seem to hear, though. He just kept walking towards Kathy and October as they quickly dashed to the bike.

"SHARON..!" shouted the Krookodile, his voice rising above the din, "COME ON, GET BACK HERE... I'LL FORGIVE YOU..!"

'Kathy' rolled her eyes and shook her head, muttering, "Loser."

October rolled his own and wore a sad smirk. Well, that wasn't a HUGE surprise to him... He was more concerned about the attention that was being drawn their way.

Kathy jumped on her bike and started fussing over the key and ignition.

October started fussing over his power. He was worn out from earlier, so it was going to take everything he had. He started summoning it, coaxing it out just like Elegance had taught him.

"SHARON..!" shouted the Krookodile, "C'MON! THIS CAN ALL WORK OUT..!"

Suddenly, Kathy's bike was kick-starting, roaring into life.

Quickly, October leapt onto the bike, behind her, just atop the Ninetales back.

She looked back in surprise, "The fuck..? You comin' with me? Though you were just... escorting me..." she put a mocking tone into the last two words.

October frowned, "You're not out, yet, are you..?" he said, then looked at her, seeing the glittering reflection of his own green eyes currently glowing with power he was summoning in her own, "...and I'm getting you out. I have just the thing."

Kathy looked at him oddly.

October growled, trying to focus as best he could, not only summoning and concentrating his aura, but moulding it, deep within...

"Just the thing, huh..?" asked Kathy softly, "What'cha workin' on, there..? Feels weird..."

October grinned back at her, feeling some of the tinglier energies rise... this one wasn't just Fire, after all. He wondered if that mixture of energies showed in his eyes. "It is weird," he admitted in a breathless voice as he felt his aura outpouring, concentrating... "Now, are you going to get moving or what..?" He took a deep breath, "I find in these situations, it's best to move quickly."

"Alright," said Kathy with a smirk kicking the motorcycle into instant life.

October had to grab tight onto her hips, quickly, which wasn't objectionable, but with the bludgeoning, turning smack of Kathy's acceleration it almost wasn't enough, either. He'd have gone flying off if she hadn't wrapped her tails about his torso with a chuckle. She kept them there as he finished charging his technique.

...It was actually a little easier for the pleasant contact.

Since the Tower Episode, October had use of his Tower back. Much to his own surprise, thanks to fresh, raw memories, he hadn't disappeared off, gallivanting through the universes, but he had made a point to visit a few friends. One of those in particular, a White Mage Devil Tamer named Yuri, had helped him figure out a few things, if not everything, about these Nine, long, fluffy aura coprocessors he had sticking out of his spine and the depths of his powers that he hadn't begun to access.

Yuri wasn't a Pokemon, of course, but Elegance was and she had helped him train. They weren't exactly talking at the moment, but she'd answered enough of his questions when pressed. Thus armed with knowledge, October had crafted a new weapon.

A stupid one.

Yet it was surprisingly appropriate.

The air around his tails began to shimmer.

Still crude in his manipulation, October had wound his fourth and fifth tails around one another, using their strength and almost independent consciousness' to help mould their energies together. They weren't exactly compatible, it was inefficient and wasteful, but enough of it was sticking. So he hoped. Hoped and kept pouring it on, hoping the energies would soon condense...

Kathy finished her skid-turn and they were facing a blocked exit and two lines of people and Pokemon with guns and powers pointed at each other.

Around October, orbs of green fire faded and roared into existence, struck from the middle with a bright, purplish-pink colour that dampened the roar into a hiss and then something like a soft purr. These bicoloured will-o-wisps were over a dozen in number and glowed in the daylight.

Kathy made an odd noise, "...That feels pretty funky, Red," she glanced over, "Looks pretty... fruity."

October smirked, "It's that, too."

The Krookodile suddenly ran out in front of them, "YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE, DAMMIT-" he began.

"Gonna let 'er rip?" asked Kathy with a grin.

"As you say," said October, looking forwards and releasing the bolts,

He hoped this worked. This was as you say, pretty much all of his power. He was bluffing pretty well, but he could feel the drain like ice in his gut. He hoped he didn't have to do much more running...

Concentrating now, he let the bolts fly. Kathy gunned the engine and the motorbike reared.

The colourful wisps shot out in a volley. All headed to the left, following October's will as he directed them around the back of the cars the shades-wearers were using for cover.

The Krookodile was struck first. He stood there as if expecting the fiery projectile to have no effect. He was in error.

It certainly didn't burn him, as it did the men and mons now shrieking across the car park, but it made his eyes widen and his steps falter as the pinkish energies flashed over him, with stunning effects...

He was stumbling backwards awkwardly, his hands going down to cover his crotch even as he nearly fainted from the stunning blast. October was snickering even as Kathy's front wheel struck the Krookodile and they rather cruelly ran right over the Ground/Dark type.

The groaning Krookodile was a bumpy ramp, but he was tough enough to give them a cool jumping start and survive it.

Engine roaring, the bike flew across the car-park with October's volley providing an explosive, scrolling backdrop.

Men and mon on the criminal side flailed and shouted as the green-purple projectiles screamed in at them, seemingly in slow motion as October concentrated, hard.

Even if they dodged or tried to deflect the flying, turning, circling projectiles, October's will and cunning caught each and every one of the people and Pokemon as they went past. Many of them were lightly ignited and although there were more Houndour amongst the Krookodile's friends, just like their boss, the Fairy energy in the technique worked wonders on them. The ones that weren't yelping and crying out were stumbling, passing out or covering themselves up... one started to run after them, staring directly at him, weirdly, only to stumble and fall a second later.

This new ability was embarrassing in the way it was getting Dark types to hound amorously after his ass, but then, that was nothing new for him, there.

Kathy gunned the motorbike harder, charging for the pavement exit to the carpark, which of course, there were no Police cars covering. Some of the criminals still had possession of their trigger fingers, however and fired wildly; Firearms snapped and handgun bullets audibly flew past the pair of them.

There were a bunch of Police covering the exit, but the sight of eighteen tails and a hundred and eighty brake-horsepower bearing down on them had the men, women and Growlithe scattering.

October and Kathy both laughed aloud as the staccato of gunfire briefly spiked, then ended behind them. They spent a few seconds just chuckling together.

...Then they were leaving the Café, bearing down the small road at high speed. October looked back over his shoulder and found himself watching the place shrink more than he was paying any attention to potential Police pursuit...

Watching the surprising grandeur of Plaisir disappear between trees and Police vehicles behind him... Somehow, he felt like he was leaving, all of a sudden... and he didn't really like it. Like the non-stop adventure most of his life had been was finally carrying him on... but...

In his years, in all the places he'd been, there'd been exactly two places he could even remotely call home. The Tower... and this place.

So caught up in this sudden, surprising though, that he was shocked by the screaming of sirens. Three hundred meters back, some of the least-trapped Police vehicles were starting to make pursuit...

"They're after us," said Kathy, sharply.

October grumbled. "So it would appear," he said distractedly.

"...So, then," said Kathy, as if prompting.

"So..?" said October, "Well, can this bike out-run them..?"

Kathy looked back at him, a sharp look in her eyes, a bit of fang in her expression, "Not with two 'Tales on board... got another load of that last one in you..?"

He realised right away what she was asking and paused, stupidly shocked.

Not at the fact that she was asking him to attack the Police, but that he was having any hesitation about this. His adventurous instinct had already come up with a good way to cook off the engines...

...it was just that... he just really, really didn't want to. "No..." he said quickly, then found he didn't want to admit that it was more that he wouldn't thaen couldn't. Because once he had crossed that line, a line he had crossed on two hundred worlds without a second thought... it would mean that he couldn't go back. He paused, took a breath. The words were so heavy that he almost choked on them. "No... I... don't."

"Wow..." said Kathy, who he just realised was looking right at him, frowning, "...You must really like it there, huh..."

"Not really..." said October, quickly, then sighed.

Nowhere else in two hundred worlds would ever have put up with him for more than two weeks. Nowhere else in two hundred, glorious, beautiful, exhilarating worlds could he ever have imagined staying a second longer than two weeks.

But he had been here three weeks now and he didn't want to leave. Didn't want to leave his meaningless, menial little tasks... his awful, dreary little room... His petty arguments with Clarice and his promises to Pouncer and Firenze... Then there was Colin... and Chai...

October sighed, "Well... yes."

Kathy sighed too, then looked ahead, at the road. The sirens blared, behind them, only about two hundred meters away, now...

He thought he heard her growl, softly, but it could have been the engine.

Then she said something quiet, he didn't catch most of it over the roar of her engine. Nor did he catch that she was reaching into her travel bag... Just; "...it's you. So it would have been interesting, October."

Then she twisted suddenly and her forepaw smashed the beige, spherical object right into his face, between the eyes.

It was funny, right then he just about heard Clarice's voice talking about the price of spunk and how he'd better not let her rip the Café off...

The condom burst and still-warm seed exploded all over his face, getting into his eyes, causing him to jolt back right in time for Kathy to throw him off the back of the bike with her tails. It felt like there was some extra force behind it, because he slowed very rapidly. With the little hang-time, he took a defensive position and tried to go as limp as he possibly could...

Still, he was crying out in pain, blinded, spinning and helpless when he hit the road at high speed, knocking all the wind out of him and sending him tumbling and rolling, kicking all manners of shit out of him on every revolution over the asphalt.

He heard the screeching of car tires long before he came to a stop. Such was the thrashing he'd just taken that even if he'd known which way was up, which way the noises were coming from and had the time to move, his body was an unresponsive bag of pain and he couldn't even move.

He'd nearly rolled onto his front when he heard the sound of cars, crashing into each other. At least one of them rolled and continued, screeching on its side, towards him.

He just about managed to start crawling, pitifully, just in time to narrowly avoid a slowing, up-turned Police car, that settled exactly where he had been lying. He moved his tails at the last second.

October groaned, summoned everything he had into shouting, "BITCH..!" then reached with a shaking paw to pull the remnants of the burst condom from his face. "I knew these things were evil," he muttered bitterly.

* * *

"Stop smoking, there might be fuel vapours," said the large, broad-shouldered Policeman.

The fur over his eyes still spiked from where Chai's cum (it had to be Chai's cum, didn't it!?) had just been wiped off, in a bit of a mess but surprisingly intact, October glared right at him and continued smoking, then glanced suggestively at the two Police Pokemon standing beside him, as if a Mightyena and an Arcanine ought to be able to smell such a thing.

The Policeman seemed to miss the subtle suggestion however and reached down to pluck the cigarette from his maw, drop it and extinguish it with his boot.

October glared at the Policeman's stony face, irritated expression and stupid hat then considered his options in light of the slight. The man would look more pleasant on fire...

Apparently sensing his hostility, the Mightyena growled and stared, shortly thereafter by the Arcanine.

He stared right back at them. Wearing blue and white ballistic-padded Police jackets, they looked adorable. He worked in a building with Eclipse and Prometheus. He wasn't going to cowe to these berks.

The Policeman scowled, "You're potentially in a lot of trouble, mister..." he said, prompting.

"October," said October.

"Real name," prompted the Policeman.

"October," said October. In exactly the same manner.

The Policeman frowned, then asked, "Trainer Pokemon..? Who do or did you bel-"

"Nope," said October, cutting him off, with a scowl, "Look, you don't have me on record, if you did, I'm sure a crimson Ninetales would already have been flagged. Stop wasting time."

The Policeman's impatient frown deepened, "Cocky son of a bitch, aren't you? Well whomever you are and wherever you're from, which we WILL find out, like I was saying, you're potentially in a lot of trouble."

"We should take him down to the station, boss," said the Mightyena.

"Night in the cells might teach him a lesson," added the Arcanine, like a choiral progression.

October rolled his eyes. He'd heard this kind of tune from a thousand different asshole guardsmen from two hundred different worlds with two hundred different stupid hats. He didn't think any more of this world's than any other's. He would normally give them the runaround rather than indulge them, but he was trying very hard to be good, they were just determined not to make it easy...

"Look," said October, "I've done nothing wrong. In fact, I've helped you apprehend an entire gang of criminals in the course of protecting a customer."

The Arcanine growled and spoke over the Policeman before he could talk, "Rrrf- you helped a known criminal escape the law..!"

Momentarily leaning away from the terrifyingly huge dog, but not wanting him to know that he was terrifying, October sighed, then tutted at him, "Well, I didn't know she was a criminal! I don't investigate people! That's not my job! That's yours! To intimidate and nag... or whatever..!"

The Arcanine growled at stepped forwards, towards him. The Mightyena tried to get in his way, but the massive dog was more than twice his height and easily pushed him aside.

"Around here we look after folk," said October, smirking proudly and not budging, "so I escorted my customer to safety, as is my responsibility!" then he frowned, "...I just rather wish she had let me off the bike somewhat more gently."

The Policeman, suddenly distracted by the need to interdict himself, along with the Mightyena, between October and the Arcanine. Shouted back at him, "...You... gah..!" he was almost driven over by the huge dog.

"You did that on purpose, let her get away..!" barked the big pooch.

October gave the struggling hound an incredulous look, "Look at the fucking state of me you stupid dog. You think I volunteered to be thrown off of a motorbike at speed? I'm lucky I didn't split my skull!"

"I don't believe you!" shouted the Arcanine, "You're a sneaky, stinkin' no-good Fox, I can smell it..! You're no good..! I can smell it..!" he was working himself up quickly to become insensible with anger.

"Oh, racism now," said October sadly, shaking his head, "Oh, very nice. Look, can I go, now..? I mean I'm sorry I caught more criminals than you did, but I'm quite done with helping the Police, today..."

The Policeman and Mightyena were suddenly quite tied up with trying to keep the massive dog from trying to maul him. Deciding that he would do them one more favour and remove himself from the potential of Police Assault, he casually sauntered off.

The Arcanine's shouting followed him the whole way, "...You don't apprehend criminals, you're a criminal..! ...You're slimy and you stink worse than your cigarettes..! Get back here you no good-!"

October shook his head and did not get back there. He paused only to grab another cigarette from his mane.

There were more than a few staring faces from the windows of Plaisir and the entrance was occupied by Police. Behind them, October could see the concerned faces of Mister Pouncer, Clarice, Coco, Firenze and a number of the other Café Plaisir notables.

The Police were carting out a pair of criminals on makeshift stretchers, the unconscious Houndour and the Human. He was softly murmuring, "She's eating me, she wont stop eating me..!"

Ignoring them all and sighing again, October walked around the side and towards the fire exit which lead down to the basement and right next to his room. It was a handy shortcut, after they had disabled the alarm, of course.

Around the building, away from the fuss, it already became shades closer to a pleasantly peaceful autumn evening, He found Chai waiting for him, smoking one of his cigarettes.

"Didn't get arrested, then..?" asked Chai.

"Of course not," said October, with a grin, "They don't like me, but nothing new, there..."

Chai smirked at him, "Another thing we've got in common," said the Umbreon.

October chuckled, "One of these days, you're going to have to tell me about some of your own brushes with the erstwhile boys in blue..."

"One of these days," said Chai, with a smirk, "but for now, here..."

The Umbreon coughed oddly, then brought something up, casually as you liked. One of the many talents he possessed that suggested that Chai's past had been even less wholesome than he had suggested. Just as casually, he spat it onto the ground for October to see.

Looking at the hairball, however, October had to raise an eyebrow. It was a hairball, alright. A product of a mammal's tendency to lick a bunch of fur, gather it in an internal crop and then hack it up in one (relatively) tidy spherical package. Unusually of course, it was made of crimson and gold fur, intertwined.

"She left it for you on the pillow. I was thinking of keeping it," said Chai, "but lookin' at it, I think it's a tip just for you... and I just can't rip you off... that much."

October smirked at Chai and chuckled, "Why thankyou, Chai, you're just the sweetest and kindest of all for sharing this; The very fine hairball that she left us..."

Chai smirked at him, "Feel it, you doofus."

Raising an eyebrow, October reached over with a paw and felt the... damp, package. He was surprised to find two hard, sharp lumps in it. Frowning curiously, he used his claws to part the hairball.

Wrapped together in crimson and golden fur; Two little diamonds.

October laughed through his nose a few times, shook his head and stared at it, for a little while, thinking.

Chai spoke up, after a while, "So... did you think about going with her..?"

October nodded.

"Why didn't you?" asked Chai, bluntly, as per his usual fashion.

October smiled, slowly, then chuckled, quietly, "Because I like it, here..." he looked at his friend and sighed, "...because it's home."

Chai looked at him oddly, the Umbreon's eyes kind of wide. Then his ears went back from a second... but a second later he was pulling back into a smirk like nothing had happened, "You pussy," he said, grinning cheekily...

October grinned back at him...