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A Café Plaisir Tale

When you think about going to a brothel, Sandnite reflected, you always imagine it's going to be a whirlwind adventure of lustful debauchery. You conjure up thoughts of wild nights being shoved face-first against the wall, or forced roughly into the ground with your claws scouring the floor in desperation. You picture yourself holding a cock almost the size of your thigh, lathering it with licks as it spurts forth enough semen to bathe in. You expect rushed and hurried trysts, prostitutes grabbed from a conversation to be taken behind a tenuously thin wall for some unbridled sex. You expect it to be reckless, no-strings-attached, with cares thrown to the wind....

What you _don't_expect is the anxiety.

He propped his elbows up on the brick windowsill, lifting himself up to stare down into the social maelstrom that was Captivate, the premier party area of Café Plaisir. With an overworked bar and two levels packed with a baying crowd of patrons, it was exhausting just to look at! The tinted black glass he was staring through at least lowered the pounding pop beat to a muffled thumping, though it barely dimmed the kaleidoscope of flashing lights that flickered over a trio of stripper poles rising above the lustful crowds. On one, an Absol was hanging upside-down, while on another a Blaziken was attracting a lot of attention from her sparse clothing - somehow alluring the patrons more than if she'd just gone naked. On a third, an Arbok was displaying an admirable level of skill with her body that was beginning to verge on the slightly disturbing; still, the sheer number of customers that surrounded her pole with rapt attention and open wallets seemed anything but put off. There was even a stage on the far side of the room, though ideas of what could go on there boggled the mind.

He turned away from the spectacle and sat back on the... bed, he supposed he'd call it? He glanced around at this private room he'd found himself in. It was a small affair, only a few metres on a side, with most of the floor covered with a network of blue cushions that climbed half-way up the red-brick walls, only barely illuminated by a single, bare weak lightbulb. And, aside from the view looking down into Captivate and a curtain across the opposite wall that led to a small, dimly lit corridor, that was it.

A small, dusky, private room, covered in cushions and smelling equal parts artificially floral and naturally musty, hidden above a strip club in a Pokémon brothel.

Aquarius had better come soon, Sandnite thought, before a customer sticks their head in and thinks me a waiter instead. He certainly had the abode....

"Plaisir's production of "Love's Labour's Lust" will be startin' in Captivate in five minutes time. Seeya there...!"

The muffled PA system announced its message from somewhere beyond the window. Huh, perhaps he'd at least be able to watch something while he waited...?

He fidgeted for a few moments longer, sliding his long claws one over the other, tapping them together, flexing his back spines. He momentarily observed how those spines matched the bricks in colour - though both them and his olive-green hide clashed _awfully_with the cushions. Well... Aquarius wouldn't be thinking about that - would he?

He went to wave his stubby draconic wings, swirling the room's warm air around his short snout. With one hand, he fiddled with the small pack he wore on his thigh, clicking his tongue as nervousness continued to creep along his chest like an invisible Joltik. As the seconds ticked by, his trepidation and worry grew and grew. Come on, he thought, staring absently out of the window again. Any moment now, he-

As if on cue, the curtain was flung aside with a sharp screech of metal rings. Sandnite turned immediately, relief clinging to his face - only to be dashed when he saw what appeared to be a walking pile of paperwork.

"Sorry! Sorry! Are you... Sandnite?" The paperwork asked in a shrill voice.

Sandnite nodded warily. A piece of paper fluttered to the floor.

"Hello...? Oh, bothery..."

Sandnite cleared his throat. "Uh, yes, I-I am...!"

"Oh! Oh thank goodness!" The paperwork jumped, coming closer. Sandnite reflexively backpedaled against the wall. "The last room I was in wasn't you! It was actually this Froslass, and she had... uh, um, nevermind, darnit, um... sorry!" This time, a sheath of laminated papers toppled from what Sandnite had now realised were two large, brown paws, spilling themselves over the cushions.

Sandnite tapped his claws against the wall anxiously. "Um, do you know Aquarius...?"

"Oh! Yes! That's why I'm here!" It said. There was a pause as it turned from side to side. "Uhhhhh... ah!" The papers suddenly dropped, a flurry of white, bureaucratic snow covering most of the 'bed' he was sitting on. Behind it, the figure revealed itself to be a Lopunny; her hair skewed off in several different directions, and her ears twitched frantically as if someone had wired her to the mains.. Her face was a strange mixture of relief and worry, the two expressions interfering constructively at her eyes, which stared down at him like dinner plates.

"Sorry!" She said, then threw out a clumsily-performed curtsy. "I'm afraid to say that Mister Aquarius had to be called away at short notice! He's no longer at the Café, which means that he can't join you for your hour here! Um, well, thirty five- ...thirty four minutes... I'm so sorry for having you wait!"

Sandnite deflated a little. Aquarius wasn't here? Damn.... Last night, he'd had an amazing time with that Keldeo. Hah, hell, his throat was still sore - he'd been hoping for a little repeat, but....

The Lopunny was still going at full tilt. "Butbut, to make it up to you, I brought these!" She gestured to the plethora of papers strewn out in front of her. "These are our advertisements for all our current male waiters, and some of the females, and even a few herms, so, um, if you want to browse through a few?" She fidgeted, looking him up and down. "OH!" She yelped suddenly, making Sandnite jump. "And, also, as an apology, Jack told me that we're offering you not only a full refund for the hour, but twenty percent off any Café services for you!" She looked around again, frowning. "Uhhh... I had a piece of paper with that in writing... and a pen... ummmmm...."

Sandnite pushed himself up, dislodging an errant photograph of a shamelessly well-endowed waiter. "Oh, that sounds good! I'm sorry if it's a bother-"

"Oh, no!" She said, going down onto her knees and staring around the field of paperwork. "No bother! Oh, you really should go for one of these, I think you'll like them, they're very like Mister Aquarius. Not too much like him, you know, there's no-one quite like Mister Aquarius! He can be very secretive at times, you see, for example, he was leaving earlier and-"

She stopped in mid sentence. Her eyes bulged.

"Oh gosh! I left Minka alone at the front desk! Oooooh, but she's never good with customers, she scares them all awaaaay! I have to go!"

And with that, she turned her little cotton-tail and ran from the room, the curtain waving lazily as she passed.

Sandnite sat in the ocean of paperwork like a survivor of a flash hurricane; bemused, rather thankful for his life, and slightly at a loss for what to do next.

"Plaisir's production of "Love's Labour's Lust" is now just three minutes away from startin'. Can all performers please report to the stage...."

His eyes eventually settled on a small, black object, half-hidden by what looked like some kind of interview form.

A pen.

Sandnite pushed himself up, waded through the detritus of paperwork towards it, and picked it up. It was probably her pen - a name had been elegantly monogrammed down the side in stick-on glitter, and something in the back of his mind told him that she looked like a 'Cheryl'. Well, she couldn't have gotten too far, and he knew where the front desk was! He pulled back to curtain, stepped out into the corridor, and-

Something slammed into him! The world span, his shoulder hurt, he landed on his head and only just managed to curl up into a ball to roll away most of the momentum! He felt his pouch catch something, scattering its contents over the floor. He met a wall, and uncurled again, flopping onto his front. Blearily, he opened his eyes.

A behemoth of an Arcanine was looming over him, filling the corridor almost from wall to wall. From his stance, it looked like he'd just hastily skidded to a halt. His face was a picture of shock, with two large red eyes staring from beneath that cream fur.

For a horrible instant, Sandnite worried that he would be another Cheryl.

"Oh, by Zeus himself, I am so incredibly sorry!" The Arcanine said, his deep voice making the walls vibrate audibly. "I was rushing, I did not see you, I must apologize...." He stepped closer, and slowly held out a paw.

Sandnite let out a breath. Each motion was done with slightly more delicacy and a lot less franticness than that Lopunny. He smiled, taking the paw and pulling himself up. "No no, it's okay!" He brushed at his chest. "I didn't look when I came out of the room, it was my fault."

"On the contrary. I am a waiter, and thus should have treated you with far more dignity." His accent was heavily laced with eastern mediterranean origins. "Prometheus, at your service." He shook Sandnite's hand, dipping his leviathan head; the quiff atop it waved as he did so.

"Sandnite, and thank you..." Sandnite smiled. "No bother...!"

Prometheus dipped his head again, and then appeared to look closer and more curiously at him. "Sandslash and Dragonite, am I right?"

Sandnite chuckled, rubbing his head. "Yeah; it's in the name, huh?"

"Those wings and spines too, my friend. Ah, another hybrid! I'm one myself, a quarter Ninetales. Gives me my charm..." He flashed a quick smile. "As for you, it's a fine combination, if I may say. And such intriguing markings, what with those lines of colour there... quite pleasing!"

Sandnite frowned. He didn't have any 'lines of colour'. He looked down - wet, glistening streaks trailed right down his front.

"Oh... oh, no, those are just berries...!" He chuckled to himself, kneeling down - more of those berries were all over the floor from where his pack had been pulled open. He set about gathering them up as quickly as he could - but before he could grab the last few, Prometheus had already taken to inspecting two of them curiously.

"I don't believe that I know this variety...." He muttered, holding them in his claws. He squinted, looking closer. "Which berry is this?"

Sandnite found himself blushing. "Oh, um... I grow them myself, and I like giving them to my friends. These ones, they're called, uh... Hornst berries." He bit his tongue.

He found himself smiling at the Arcanine's reaction; eyes going wide for a moment, then narrowing again, and then that sly smirk around his muzzle. "So, if I were to eat one of these...?"

Sandnite rubbed his shoulder where he'd been hit. "You'd, um, be very... horny, yeah. For a couple of hours at least, depending on how many you ate." He glanced down at the few in his free paw. "Um, if you're interested, I have quite a few, so... you can keep those if you like!"

Prometheus paused, cocking an eyebrow and bringing them up to inspect them closer. "Our Café has a few berries with similar effects. We use them for stage productions and such, you know?" He smiled, eyeing them conspiratorially. "I wonder what happens if they're mixed..."

Sandnite bit his lip, frowning. "Um... I don't know. Probably a bad idea, I mean, I don't suggest having many of these at once...."

"My new friend, let me tell you; life is never fun when you do only good ideas." And with that, he popped both of them into his mouth.

Just as Sandnite was about to give another warning to the smugly grinning Arcanine, the PA system piped up again.

"Ahem. "Love's Labour's Lust" is about to start. Can all_performers now report to the stage..._ ALL_of them."_

Sandnite looked up. Was that a flicker of guilt across Prometheus' face...?

Regardless, he didn't seem to express it. "My new friend, Sandnite, it was good to meet you. Perhaps we shall meet later, and I will tell you of the berries. Please; enjoy the show...!"

And with that, he was off, the great orange, fluffy bulk darting down into Captivate. Customers jumped to the side to avoid becoming trampled under paws as big as their torso.

For a second time, Sandnite found himself suddenly and thankfully alone as his mind caught up to the events that had just transpired. A familiar buzz suddenly rippled down his back, warmly caressing his hips as it swam around to his loins - he realised he'd been idly licking his berry-stained claws.

It only intensified what had already been a niggling suspicion; that something important was about to happen.

***

During these winter nights, Plaisir was a holdout against the cold. Doors were kept shut and those waiters and customers without ice affiliations - or at least a thick coat of fur - tended to stay away from the gardens. So, for someone with an aura like Sandnite's, to whom the cold was even harsher, the warmth of Plaisir's plush, elegant Lounge was a gift from a higher power - even with its steadily increasing bustle.

His allotted hour with Aquarius had long finished by now; he'd spent much of the remainder of it collecting the papers back together that Cheryl had spilt all over the floor, and then taking them back to the front desk (where, somewhat unsurprisingly, she was absent from). It had taken him three trips in the end. At first, he had wondered as to why she'd taken him such a mountain of paperwork in the first place - most of the rooms at Plaisir had small electronic tablets with which you could browse and order waiters at your leisure, after all. Then he remembered his brief encounter with her, and decided that such an experience of her abnormal personality answered that question quite suitably.

So, instead of leafing through an amount of pages seldom seen outside a college course, he had settled into the Lounge here with the tablet from his own room, and was having an surprisingly pleasant time leafing through the digital menu of options.

List by Name.... List by Species.... List by Gender, List by Sexuality, List by Shift....

...List by Cock Size (Descending Order)....

Sandnite looked warily from side to side, and clicked on the last of those options surreptitiously.

He stared at the screen as several new pictures loaded up before his eyes. He swallowed; the taste of that previous Hornst berry was still strong on his lips, and its effects were... um...

He looked around again, and then tilted the pad further towards himself to hide it from prying onlookers. He began to slip deeper into his chair...

"A fine choice, I must say!"

Sandnite jumped at the sudden, loud, deep voice, clutching the pad to his chest and staring upwards.

Prometheus was looking down at him with a broad, smug smile, lips turned up at the edges like curved swords and eyes wide with... something.

"I thought... you were in the show they're putting on...?" Sandnite asked, withering under that unsettling, unblinking gaze.

"Oh, I was, but my part was only near the beginning! I'm to return for the finale, but that is not until later. I have about half an hour to spare, you see, so I came to find you and say thank you so very much for those berries...." He leaned in as he went on, teeth gleaming and ears twitching in a very odd way. "I must say, they are_exceedingly_useful!"

Sandnite had sunken much further into his seat now, getting increasingly worried about the steadily advancing Arcanine. "Er...."

"If you scroll down, it will not be long until you find me!"

Sandnite frowned in confusion, before Prometheus leaned over with a paw and flicked it over the pad's screen. Several options flicked by; a litany of possible debauchery tantalised, teased or outright stated.

And then there Prometheus was, an orange and black behemoth outlined in vivid fire on the screen, and hanging below him was-

Oh damn.

"Now you gave me a gift, so I absolutely _must_repay you, yes?" Prometheus continued. His voice carried an intense insistence.

Sandnite breathed heavily. He could feel his heart beating from the pressure, the possibilities, the invitation....

He was nodding before he realised he was doing it.

"Very good! I assure you that you will not be disappointed! Now come, let us go now."

"N-now?" Sandnite muttered, beginning to push himself from his chair.

"Now."Haste grabbed at every one of Prometheus' words.

Sandnite hurried to his feet, clutching the pad to his chest - He barely came up to Prometheus' chin, but those deep red eyes never stopped gazing at him with something disconcertingly close to hunger. As he made his way around the chair, Sandnite was vaguely aware of a number of side-long glances (or even outright stares) from waiters around them, all focusing on Prometheus. He followed their gaze, and-

Oh DAMN.

Those Hornst berries really had an affect on the Arcanine, and having whatever other berries the Café was providing at the same time seemed to have only... helped.

Prometheus was big - he'd seen that from the menu. He'd very much enjoyed that aspect, too. But this was something else! The stated measurement had been blown out of the water, with what must have been another half on top of that in length alone, even now. That thick, canine cock was covered in a network of veins that snaked and criss-crossed across it, as if straining to contain the bulging red flesh beneath. The entire thing gleamed in the Lounge's warm light, with pre collecting and dripping from the tip enough to form an obvious damp patch on the carpet below. Even the growing nubs of a knot looked impossibly thick, stretching wide the deep black fur the sheath.

Oh, and that was to say nothing of the balls! Orbs as big as Sandnite's own head, hanging low from the Arcanine's hinds and swinging with even the smallest of movements. He'd definitely seen them before, a brief glance as Prometheus had left, but as big as they had been then he swore that they had grown, swollen further. No amount of fluff could possibly hope to cover them up - they were on show to all as the Arcanine turned, sweeping Sandnite along with the flick of thick, cream floof.

"Come, I have a wonderful place for us both!" Prometheus continued without another moment, marching Sandnite across the Lounge to an otherwise plain wall.

"Um, my room is actually-"

"Too far away, I would imagine! This, however, will do us _quite_well!" And with that, Prometheus shoved his shoulder against the wall-

Two hidden doors opened with a firm thunk, revealing darkness beyond. Before Sandnite could exclaim anything in response, he was shoved inside, stumbling into an area covered in boxes, coiled ropes, old stools and tables. It smelt musty and dank, the scent of ancient wood and clay dust curling around his nostrils. The walls were plain and unplastered, revealing either cheap planking or red bricks with chipped mortar that stretched up into the darkness. Somewhere, there was an echoey voice accompanied by cheers.

He turned around just as Prometheus shoved the hidden doors closed again, and turned the lock. The _clunk_could almost be felt through the floor. The Arcanine turned back, grinning once more at him.

That leviathan of a shaft that hung below him jumped as they made eye contact. A spurt of pre splashed audibly over the barely varnished wooden floor. Sandnite's heart was in his throat at the very spectacle.

"H-here...?" Sandnite muttered with a heavy, nervous stammer.

Prometheus lowered his head in a very predatory manner, teeth gleaming in the low light.

From behind a nearby wall, that echoey voice returned.

"Goodness, Baron, what a girl you take me for...!"

Sandnite glanced around for the source. "Um... where are we...?" He managed to whisper softly. His eyes flicked back to the advancing beast, and that shaft that swung with every slow, unstoppable stride....

"You are right to be quiet." Prometheus replied with a low rumble. He tossed his head to indicate.

Sandnite frowned, turning. The wall in front of him looked fairly thin, cheap, not really load-bearing at all. Gingerly, he stepped to the side, peering around it.

Beyond, the wooden floor was varnished and bathed in brilliant pale light, which cast two shadows across the orange planks. He could almost see the couple; a Charizard and a Tranquil, outlined in a spotlight, just a few metres away. Beyond them, the room opened up into a vast, dark expanse; he could just make out the upturned faces of customers staring at the entrancing spectacle.

"But... that's-"

"The stage of Captivate." Sandnite jumped at the voice growled right into his ear - Prometheus was staring right over his shoulder. "And on that stage are two very fine performers - fine in _many_regards."

From the stage, the two actors continued their play, their voice carrying across the scene.

"My darling Jaquetta, but I do bring you here for a reason!"

Sandnite breathed heavily, drawing back from the edge. They were so close! True, there was no-one actually backstage with them, but, but, he couldn't...!

A heavy paw landed on his shoulder, and suddenly he was spun around - bringing him nose-to-tip with Prometheus' gargantuan shaft.

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck....

In his momentary hesitation, pre splashed over his snout and dripped down to his lips. The smell filled his nostrils - heavy, thick musk, so incredibly strong, strong enough to tighten Sandnite's loins almost instantly!

Again, the dialogue from the stage floated over them.

"Dear Jaquetta, hast thou seen my rifle?"

"Baron, if cocks be rifles, then a cannon is between your legs!"

"Don't make me ask." Prometheus rumbled from somewhere above him. "Or keep me waiting."

Sandnite gulped, and with a shaking paw and a mind roiling in nervousness, disbelief and desire, he reached out to grasp the shaft.

It was _hot!_And it twitched at the very touch. He jumped as more pre splashed over him, shutting an eye as it splattered across his forehead.

"Now...!"Prometheus' voice trembled with insistence.

This time, Sandnite didn't hesitate, and lurched forwards. He dragged his tongue along the top, feeling every ridge of veins, every bulge, every little surge of blood into it. He grasped it tighter, the flats of his claws pressing against the flesh. It tasted like, like...need, pure and simple!

"Pray, dear Jaquetta, if this be a cannon then do take note of the cannonballs it carries...."

Sandnite leaned forward, kneeling down now beneath Prometheus' bulk, and shoved his snout towards the base of the shaft. The nubs of the knot were still there, and they threatened to swell with every twitch and pulse, but still he dived his tongue against the sheath they were still in. He nuzzled and nosed, almost in complete darkness, against the black fur and the hanging balls beneath. And oh goodness, they were as heavy as they looked, and almost as hot to the touch as the cock was! He shoved his face against one, feeling the weight, the warmth, and taking in every last facet of that delightful heavy smell...!

The shaft twitched again, and he pulled his face back, licking back across the sheath and the growing knot inside, then to the shaft itself. There was an audible splash as more pre painted the nearby wall - goodness, that enough to rival any normal load of cum! And yet, aside from that, he barely paid it any attention - right now, with this shaft in his grasp, he didn't want to think about anything else. As the rumbling grew above him, he lapped down the shaft, squeezing it and tasting it and feeling every last part of this gigantic cock in his grip.

He slid his tongue back and forth across the shaft's girth, feeling it pulse with each motion - against all reason, he could swear that it was still growing! He held tighter, more roughly, nuzzling the side and feeling how it twitched and bulged...!

His own cock met the cold wooden floor, wet with his own pre, snaking out from the slit between his legs. He only paid it the merest of heed - why waste precious attention when he had this...?

Another deep growl, louder this time, the guttural sound reverberating through both the shaft in his grip and the floor beneath him. He glanced up in mid-lick...

Prometheus hung his head low, mouth open and tongue hanging out, leaning heavily against the wall. His eyes were rolled back, saliva dripped from his lips in long, wet strands, and his ears were flat against the pale fluff of his head; he seemed oblivious to anything in the world right now.

"Dear Jaquetta, why dost thou wait? My cannon does require servicing!"

Sandnite felt his attention slide back to the shaft, and continued his ministrations. He slid his lips over the side of it, grasping and squeezing, delighting in every last facet of this cock he'd been offered. He turned, leaning back, sliding the tip of the shaft to his mouth - just as pre splashed into his maw, making him gag in surprise and swallow out of desperation to breathe!

His entire body shuddered at the taste, the texture, how it dripped down his lips. It was hot, as it it was from any fire-type, and tasted so salty even now. Instantly he thirsted for more. The shaft jolted and pulsed.

At this point, he'd do nothing else; he surged forwards, sliding his lips over the tip in a sudden, passionate need for the cock. It jumped again as, around him, Prometheus began to shift and curl with a rolling growl. Suddenly there was a grinding sound, even a splintering from behind him that cut through the scene like a knife - as for what it was, right now, he just _didn't care._Again and again, he shoved himself forwards, his lips stretching even now on the first third of the bulging shaft.

Prometheus thrust without warning! That splintering sound must have been his claws digging into the wood, and now Sandnite was helpless, that huge shaft forced further into his muzzle, the tip shoved against the back of his throat. He shook again with the effort of trying to keep himself upright, especially against the force of the Arcanine on top of him!

His lips stretched uncomfortably, but that just drove him on, lapping and licking and sucking as hard as he could on the tip. More pre splashed out, and he swallowed down as much as he could, even as some spurted out from his lips to dribble down his chin and across his stomach.

"Really, Baron, is that all...?"

Another_thrust_from Prometheus slammed Sandnite's head back against a small crate up against the wall. He felt the spines on his back catch on the wood, digging in and holding him in place. Prometheus drove his shaft further - and without warning, the tip forced its way into Sandnite's throat, unceremoniously bulldozing its way forwards.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, this was almost too big! Sandnite was hardly a stranger to such treatment, but _still!_The throbbing, the rough thrusting, it was all so intense - and he loved it, he _needed_it...!

Another bulge of the shaft in his maw, and he felt pre rush through it to be spurted right into his throat. He found himself staring at the sheath ahead of him, that impending knot, hidden beneath the black fur but straining to be free....

Sandnite lifted his hind legs, shoving them against Prometheus' thighs, trying to force the Arcanine backwards. After a few moments of straining from both of them, he felt the huge feral relent, and the shaft was tugged roughly from his maw with a loud splatter of pre and saliva.

He coughed, rolling to his side, his throat burning gloriously - but it didn't burn half as much as the idea in his mind, the need. But how to tell Prometheus?

Trying to stifle his coughing, he pushed himself up, turning over onto his front. He grasped the crate, lifting his rear, and-

Prometheus didn't even need to be told, getting the idea immediately. No sooner had Sandnite begun to lift his little snub tail, the shaft ground over his rear, forcing its way between his cheeks in that all-too-familiar reckless abandon.

"Darling Jaquetta, I hope thou art ready."

"Cease your lips, start those hips...!"

Sandnite clenched his teeth, claws digging into the crate - and then found that both were very good choices to make as the shaft was forced into him, stretching him wide from the very start. Prometheus' thrusts were something else - there was _muscle_beneath that thick fur, and he was using every last ounce of it!

Sandnite's rear ached immediately, but his passion burned brighter. Fueled by a mix of Hornst Berries and the denial of an hour ago, he eagerly lifted his hips, feeling more of that shaft forced inside. He wouldn't stop with the tip, he wouldn't stop with half the shaft - he wanted more, he needed more! He clenched his teeth, failing to stifle moans as Prometheus began to thrust over and over...!

D-damn, that shaft! It bulged and throbbed and pulsed, and he swore he could feel more pre spurting into his rear, adequate lubricant for the act. He clawed the crate before him, turning his gaze upwards....

Prometheus's face glowed with desire even more than it had before. Eyes barely open now, what little of them could be seen were unfocused, staring forwards, glazed over in mists of pleasure. There was a constant panting, each one carrying that deep growl of insistence.

Another thrust forced more of the shaft inside him, and Sandnite felt his legs briefly leave the floor. He gasped in surprise, his rear squeezing around the shaft, so big and so hot and so powerful...!

His little tail beat from side to side as he wiggled back against the bulging shaft - he felt the moment it touched the soft black fur of the sheath. He shoved his rear back - his mind suddenly sparkled in a mix of pain, exertion and delight as the cock was buried further inside him. He allowed himself a little time to recover, gasping for breath, scrabbling his claws along the wooden top of the crate in desperation.

He wagged his tail again, deliberately this time, and there - he could feel it beneath the fluff, that knot was beginning to swell already!

A sudden spark of fear lodged itself in his heart. Fear? For that? A smile crossed his tired, panting muzzle - but no, he _needed_that knot inside him, he wouldn't have it any other way.

He grasped the crate tighter, feeling his claws begin to pierce the sturdy fibres of the wood - and _shoved_his body back. Again, a spike of exertion and delight sent his mind whirling, but just through it he could feel his rear meet the beginnings of the knot. He was so close! So close!

Again, Prometheus thrust forwards, grinding the bulge up against his rear. Sandnite couldn't help but cry out, his legs shuddering, trying to hold himself up as best he could as his body swam in unfiltered pleasure...!

"Baron, do not be gentle with me...!"

Another thrust, another grind of the growing knot - yes, yes it was beginning to swell and grow - but he couldn't let it, not outside. If it inflated now, he wouldn't be able to fit it inside, and right now that was _all_that he cared about! He had to do it!

"B-Baron...!"

It ground and rubbed, stretching him wider; the nubs were too thick to be easily slipped in. The wood around him complained from the scratchings of claws, and Sandnite found himself biting down on the edge of the crate, teeth catching on the fibres as the feeling of being stretched filled his mind!

"Baron, now! Do it now...!"

Prometheus's hind paws lost purchase, his legs beginning to scrabble futily across the floor with a series of loud tearing sounds. For a moment, the pressure on his rear lessened, the shaft beginning to pull away. Once again, worry stabbed Sandnite's heart....

And then, the huge, feral, horny Arcanine stepped forwards. There was a crunching sound of wood splintering under several sharp claws, and then another paw slammed down onto Sandnite's shoulder, holding tight - and then a THRUST.

The nubs of the shaft _slammed_into him with barely a strain, the sheer momentum and ferocity of that thrust enough to shove them into him without another second of forcing. Sandnite was suddenly bathed in the warmth of an orange inferno, with flames dancing and licking at his muzzle - Prometheus must have not been able to hold them in!

And oh, he didn't blame him - the feeling, the _feeling!_The knot was clamped down on by his rear, and now his whole body holding that ginormous intruder, squeezing it, holding it oh-so-tightly, oh my _gods_it was... it was...!

A-and there it was, that knot, now finally growing inside him as Prometheus slammed against him with short, powerful thrusts, each one betraying every last ounce of need and pleasure the Arcanine was experiencing - an experience Sandnite could only too easily sympathise with. Oh, he could feel how that knot was indeed swelling, inflating, that multi-orb tie unstoppably growing! It hurt, it stretched him, stretched him as far as he thought he could and then stretched him_further_, until the wood of the crate he was biting down on cracked and gave way!

He cried out, he must have, as the knot began to surely reach its final size - it couldn't get much bigger, it couldn't...!

And then his orgasm hit.

Perhaps it was the prostate stimulation, perhaps it was the mental component, perhaps it was the Hornst berry - but without a single stroke of his own member, his body became wracked with his peak. His claws trembled, he shook in delight, he stared unseeingly forwards as his vision clouded with a sudden and intense kaleidoscope of pleasure!

But that wasn't it. It wasn't done yet. Through even the jarring mental hijacking of a berry-fueled orgasm, he felt every thrust as Prometheus slammed those incredibly powerful hips against Sandnite's, tugging at that tie and grinding himself the smaller hybrid - Sandnite could feel the shaft inside him twitching, jerking, and then_growing..._.

Sandnite cried out, unable to stifle the sound as the knot swelled to its absolute final size. His hips burned, his legs shook, but there was no stopping it now as it finally, gloriously, sealed him completely.

"Baaaroooooooooon...!"

He_felt_the first jet of cum, splashing inside him like a hammer blow. And again, and again, thick spurts of incredibly hot fire-type seed that began to fill him up, swirling around inside his belly. Even as his own orgasm died down and the afterglow set in like a delightful, warm haze of exhaustion, Prometheus continued - another spurt and another, each one pulsating gratuitously through the shaft and splashing that load deep inside him, again and again and again and again...!

And again....

And... again....

...

When Sandnite finally opened his eyes, he was hanging off the crate by just his claw-tips. It had cracked in the centre, splintered wood exactly where his teeth had been just visible in the dim lighting. He felt full - so incredibly full, _too_full,_delightfully_full....

He looked down and saw exactly why. His belly had bulged, filled with Prometheus' seed, so much that his belly had visibly grown and now hung heavily beneath him. He trembled at the sight - even that was enough to make it just brush against the rough, wet ground. He gasped in shock and delight.

Above him, Prometheus was a looming mountain, with rumbles like geological movements surrounding the two of them as he panted. The Arcanine was once again staring, unseeingly, at the thin wall between them and the stage, now heralding twin sets of gouges from his claws, and a chevron of blackened, charred wood.

Sandnite tried to speak, but his world was still spinning. His mind couldn't keep up. His body must have been falling over itself, screaming exertions and pains at him all through the act - but it had all been useless, ignored. Now they hit like a tidal wave... but he just didn't care. It had been worth it.

He tried to mutter a few choice words, but all that came out were strained gasps and groans. Above him, that rumbling volcano purred loudly, comfortingly....

There was a sound that could only be described as a high-pitched, squealing"_~!"_from nearby. Sandnite jumped, feeling his whole body jostling around the immovable mass of that shaft. He turned his head sluggishly....

Cheryl, the Lopunny, stood right by the two of them. Well, he assumed it was her; he could only see her legs from his vantage point beneath the fluff, slightly crouched with that bobble tail twitching rapidly. His grip tightened on the crate as she seemed to bounce in place, staring right towards the two of them.

"If it's about the noise... I am sorry only because I should be." Prometheus rumbled between loud, drawn-out pants. It sounded like he was smirking too. "I promise you there is little passion in my apology. Some things are... necessary."

"Well!" Cheryl replied in a stage whisper. She was louder than Prometheus had been, because of _course_she was. "I mean! Yes, I suppose! Oooh, I should tell Minka - or not, um, I... oh right, yes, sorry, I suppose I should tell you that the finale is in five, and you're needed for that!"

Sandnite swallowed. He twitched his hips.

That knot, that great boulder of a hot, canine tie, pulled against his rear with a laughable futility.

Uh-oh.

"Oh, and..." Cheryl continued, only vaguely quieter, "can I get a picture...?"

Sandnite groaned, dropping his head against the broken crate, feeling his cheeks flush from embarrassment. His belly swayed beneath him, and he could swear he heard a slow, heavy sloshing sound from inside. His claws trembled again.

...

Worth it.