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It was mid evening at Cafe Plaisir, after his shift and his daily walk and berry luncheon, during which the skies had darkened over the woods... Soon after, he had come back into the Cafe with a threatening raincloud running right on his tails and already starting to spot!

Oklahoma was having one of its rainy days. These were very unfriendly when you were a Ninetales, so October's usual evening plans, hanging out on the roof with his Umbreon friend, Chai, were out of the question.

As such, following his usual plan B, he was headed to the main bar, hoping to run into someone he knew. Hopefully someone he might at least be able to mooch a drink off of.

October was literally just walking down the corridor with the main bar in sight, when suddenly, it happened again...

'Hey, Redtales..!' said the voice in his head.

October stopped immediately and growled, causing passers-by to stare at him.

'You there..?' said the voice.

'You know very well where I am,' thought October, back at the voice, 'I thought we'd discussed how much I don't enjoy mental intrusion, however.'

'Yeah and we also talked about how this is how you get paged for extra business around here, Redtales!' said the voice, with some enthusiasm.

"First of all, don't call me that..!" October barked, aloud, without thinking, drawing more stares before bitterly thinking, 'Oh goodie, more work after work...'

'What, don't'cha like working here..? ...or money..?' said the voice, teasingly.

'I never see the money,' thought October loudly, 'and whilst work here CAN be a lot of fun, the LAST time you messaged me, it was just a trick by Rain Flower, so you'll excuse me if I'm not excited to hear from you, again!'

'Awww, but I heard from her that you had a lot of fun, Red!' said the voice, with annoying cheeriness, as he scowled, 'Anyhow! This one's easy! You don't even have to face the customer!'

October's scowl grew, became terrible. Folk approaching him started giving the somewhat dangerous and crazy-looking Ninetales a fairly wide berth... 'I take it no-one's explained my preferences to you, before..? Because it sounds an awful lot like no-one has...'

'Huh..?' said the voice, sounding confused, 'What do you mean..?'

'My behind is not for sale,' explained October, as patiently as he felt like, 'nor do I like being restrained or blinded in any way, so if it's either of those possibilities...'

'Arceus; defensive, much?' said the mysterious voice, 'Well lower your tail-guards, because this ain't either of those possibilities! This is some easy work..!'

'Easy work..?' repeated October, frowning, feeling placated, but not by much, 'How easy..?'

'Real easy,' said the voice, 'let me explain...'

They did. When they did, especially on hearing what it was, October couldn't help but feel again that this was some sort of trick. He had been assured it wasn't. He had grown even more suspicious.

The voice had told him it would be fun. October explained that it didn't sound like much. The voice had reminded him there would be bonus money. October had explained that he wouldn't see a penny of it, anyway.

Ultimately, the voice had offered to buy him a drink and a packet of cigarettes that he could collect from the bar, later. Reluctantly, October had agreed.

Sighing and turning on his heels, he had headed away from the main bar and towards the stairwell, with people and Pokemon quickly clearing out of the apparently unstable Ninetales' path, grumbling all the way as he passed them.

Work, work, work. Well, it would be worth it!

So off he went! Up the stairs and right, towards the guest rooms! Apparently his customer was in one of these. Allegedly, the door had been left unlocked. The voice had been quite specific. He was to go in there, saying nothing, he recalled, frowning as he counted along the doors.

This was an odd one, he had to admit. In truth, part of him wondered if he had ultimately accepted just out of curiosity!

He was right the way down the hall and around around the corner before he found the appointed room. Walking up to it, he immediately tried the handle with his paw. The handle depressed and the door swung open, smoothly.

Well, at least that part wasn't a trick. He wasn't just left standing here in the middle of the corridor looking like a fool in front of a locked door or worse, knowing his luck, opening the door on a shocked customer unhappy to be walked in on.

He was honestly surprised it wasn't the latter. Knowing his luck.

Alas, his luck aside, the voice's intelligence seemed sound. With the door open, there was nothing for it but to go inside. Quietly, apparently. He hesitated for a moment, claws digging into the carpet. Then paused and gave himself an irritated look as his tails twitched.

What was wrong with him..? Why was this bothering him so much? Just because it was suspicious? How bad could it really be? Was he being a massive coward? Why yes, yes he was!

So, taking a deep breath, October pushed the door open wider and walked into the room...

...and there it was...

The box.

The room was like just about any other on this tier of the guest block. Same basic facilities, same TV, same dresser, same bed...

...and on that bed...

The box.

October approached the box, cautiously, quietly closing the door over behind himself with a tail as he did... though keeping a grasp on the handle with that tail and not quite closing that door. Part of him was still ready to bolt, just in case.

It was a wooden box. Looked like it was crate, in fact. In fact, it was one of the crates that large amounts of cheap wine were delivered to the Cafe in. As a member of the inglorious Morning Shift, October had often been called upon to haul their contents from cellar to bar for the Afternoon Shift to later sell and take credit for.

Well, that on its own wasn't suspicious. He doubted the Customer had brought their own box, after all. It only made sense to repurpose something they had lying around to fulfil this rather... odd request.

He inched about as close as he could to the wooden box without relinquishing the door handle. He was looking for some sign, any sign that the door or the room was a trap. His nose twitched, his ears flicked and his eyes darted around the room, to and fro from the box itself.

It was useless. He couldn't hear any extra breathing, save something faint inside the box (as expected,) he couldn't see anything untowards and smell..? Well, smell was rather useless in a Cafe Plaisir guest room. Oh, you would smell a great many things, most certainly, but few of those things would be current. Merely... residual.

So, it appeared it was just him, the box and whomever was inside it.

He sighed, frowned at himself for making a sound, then closed the door, quietly, with his tail.

He approached closer to the box, going around to the sides and staring at the hole...

He frowned. It looked a bit... small.

He wanted to complain, but naturally, he couldn't.

This was a really wierd request. Total anonymity, the voice had said. The Customer doesn't want to be seen, nor heard and doesn't want to see nor hear their Waiter.

He supposed it wasn't the weirdest request ever received by Cafe Plaisir. In fact, far from it, but it was certainly the wierdest he'd ever had personally.

He was left staring at the box, at the hole, and then looking around the room with a frown, tails twitching again.

Actually, he kind of wished that this HAD been an ambush. At least he would have known how to react to that!

This was just... extremely nonplussing.

It was a box. With a hole in it.

He frowned at the box.

The box did not respond.

How was he even meant to get motivated to do this..?

He was as horny as any Waiter at Cafe Plaisir, but he at least liked something, some interplay to go on.

This was a box.

Well... he had a job to do, he supposed. He still had to do this. He might as well try it. He knew what he was like. If he kept standing here prevaricating, he would never get to the box. He would find some way to talk himself out of this.

So he took another deep breath, then clambered onto the bed. The box bounced a bit. It was the most interesting thing it had done since he had entered the room.

Then, smirking slightly at that, he finally mounted the box, resting his forepaws on top of it. Alrighty then. Here he was.

On the box.

His smirk faded.

He wasn't quite sure what to do next. He paused.

He wasn't even remotely hard, he didn't even have his usual a background level of arousal. He certainly was not horny enough to fuck some random box. This was just strange and uncomfortable.

He frowned. This wouldn't do. He would have to think of something. Fantasise, perhaps? Yes, that seemed logical. Fantasise...

He closed his eyes.

There was always something there, in the corners of his imagination, after all, if one but concentrated to look for it. Grief, he worked at Cafe Plaisir. He scarcely needed to imagine, he could remember. He could think of the tails he'd taken, of nine different flavours of Eeveelution plus change and all of the fun each individual one had been. He had been thinking of that female Flareon, recently... He could think of some more sordid fun, such as he had unwillingly shared with Sin and Dex. Then of course he could also think of fun he'd like to have... that Liepard he'd seen around, that Lopunny door greeter, Cheryl... and Nature. Oh, of course... Nature. Mister slight everywhere but in the badoinkadoink the shy Lucario... Still feeling like forbidden fun, he admitted that he still enjoyed thoughts of Nature... He especially liked thoughts centred around that lustable Lucario's potent posterior.

October smiled, his blood warming, at last. Oh Nature... he had kept away from the Lucario because his close friend Chai didn't seem to like the thought of them together, but October couldn't help but harbour occasional thoughts of what it would be like to shove his muzzle between those cheeks, get the girly Lucario to make some girly noises and then give him a lot more to make noises about...

October's body heated further. Yes... now he was getting somewhere...

That was when there was a sudden scratching noise from inside the box.

That was kind of distracting. Irritating, too.

He was trying here, dammit. He was getting himself ready, too.

Seconds later, there was more scratching.

He tried to clear his head and get back to the good stuff. If he was going to have to make his own motivation, he had to be able to concentrate on it!

Scratch, scratch, scratch. Like a dog wanting to be let in... or a cat wanting to be fed. An annoying, almost obnoxious scratching noise that was somehow difficult to ignore.

Scratch scratch scratch.

October grumbled, despite his instructions for silence. He had to.

This fucking box...

Scratch scratch scratch. Scratch scratch, scratch. Scratch scratch... scratch!

October's frown grew fractionally with each scrape of hidden claws.

Okay. He refused to be beaten by a box. He was going to do it. He was going to fuck this box. Right in its little boxy gloryhole!

Growling, October thrust his hips forwards and shoved his sheath, merely poking out of it though he was, at the hole.

"Look, there..!" he couldn't help but growl aloud, despite his instructions.

He thought for a second he might have heard someone in the box mumble something back at him, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

A second after that, when suddenly he felt a tongue teasing the tip of his peeking member, he sighed. Well, at least now there was something to react to. He growled softly at the sensation...

Then sighed as he felt that tongue swirl about that tip and seem to be about to take it deeper into the unknown, unseen Pokemon's maw... only to pull back, denying him the pleasure.

October growled again and humped at the box. His peeking cock briefly brushed against something... smooth..? It was hard to tell, exactly. Whatever it was, it was frustrating him.

It gave him one teasing lick. He growled and couldn't help but buck his hips once again.

The tongue withdrew entirely.

Dammit.

Well. This was fun. He sighed and sagged over the box.

His hips sank back along with the rest of him, pulling his diminishing member away from the hole.

He briefly felt something grab at it before it slipped from the hole and he grumbled. Oh, now they were interested...

Scratch scratch.

He took in half a breath, then let it out in a half-sigh, half growl.

Well, there was apparently a Customer in there, he supposed.

Scratch scratch.

Rolling his eyes, he brought his now no longer peeking sheath back up to the hole for the Customer's sake.

There was a pause, then the tongue returned, lapping at his diminished member with an almost urgent quality. Of course, he wasn't really into this, nor them, so with the frustration inherent to the act, it was barely enough to stop his member from disappearing entirely.

Well, this wasn't very good, he thought. This was going to be a dissatisfied Customer, at this rate.

Unfortunately, he was kind of frustrated with this kind of lame experience. He had his dick pressed up against a frustrating box. That was definitely not one of his fetishes.

Still, the Customer was lapping at him urgently, as if desperately willing his erection to find life again. To add to that, there was a drink and cigarettes at stake.

He would have to do something. So he did the best thing he could think about and closed his eyes to fantasise, again.

There was no point in thinking about Nature, since he had very little relevance to the box. He could think about things that would fit in the box, though. Things that were good at oral. In fact, he couldn't help but think of Chai and his underutilised talents. Couldn't help but think of his friend's devious face wrapped around his dick in that carelessly rough way of his... fangs poking from his muzzle as he widened it, facing October's knot...

Okay, that got some results. He began to swell, again. The lapping become slower and more pleasant. Good, good. He kept his eyes closed and concentrated on exciting imagery... When Chai sucked him off, he got a great view down Chai's back, really showing off the Umbreon's lithe form... that thin waist, that pert rear... His cock pushed forwards, further...

The hole seemed to accept it gratefully, lathering attention slowly and deliberately over every square centimetre that reappeared... Good good... that was actually rather nice. The hateful box was being better to him.

That alone was a pleasing result. The growth continued...

Okay, okay, thought October, what else can I think about..?

Well, he couldn't help but think of Colin, the effeminate Sylveon who had been his friend from the very beginning. Since oral was in question, he couldn't help but think of that thin, girly face wrapped around his dick (just as it had been,) that cute little mouth and tight cheeks bulging with his member... For that matter, he just had to think of Acre, too, an even girlier male Glaceon who was about as close to a Regular Customer as October had. Far less adept, but no less fun for it, in truth...

More progress. More growth. There was a decent portion of his shaft free of his sheath now and his sensitivity was starting to increase as actual arousal began to arrive.

Of course, the real thing with Colin and Chai both wasn't oral, he had to admit. October considered oral a sideshow at best, quite possibly just particularly involved foreplay at worst. He hadn't really understood the obsession some applied to it, but then, he didn't quite understand rather a lot of what went on at Plaisir. Rather like this box-fucking anonymity thing, for example. Wasn't having some connection with your partner what separated this from the more advanced forms of masturbation, for example..?

Well, that didn't matter. This Customer was into it and this Customer's satisfaction was between him and his reward.

So he closed his eyes more tightly and focused on whatever he had to in order to get things going properly. The images were predictable, but fun. Colin and Chai were quite a contrast when you took them from behind, after all. Colin would whimper and squirm beneath the large Ninetales, oh so tight, oh so precious, oh so too good for the scruffy likes of him, yet oh so sweet as he melted and writhed. Chai would throw himself back into every thrust, making it hurt more than it needed to, all the while giving those defiant looks and daring October to grind him down... and he would...

He was nearly rock hard, now. The box's occupant now had a good long length to lick at and they apparently weren't wasting the chance! Long, luscious licks and finally, he was there...

He swore for a second he heard a happy sounding noise from inside the box. Smirking to himself for a second, he was half tempted to pull back just to tease them... and yet a second after that, he suddenly felt the warm wetness of an open maw beginning to engulf his tip... Ahh, finally, something he could really get into...

Ahh, mouth, lips... He couldn't help but turn his thoughts to females. Healthily bisexual, he was more apprehensive and cautious of the opposite sex but no less attracted. Much as he loved his buttsex, there was something to said for a female.

Neon was a heck of a girl. She had made a personal project of trying to show October that chivalry didn't always apply to feral females, a point with which he respectfully disagreed, but all the same she was nearly as good at winding him up as Chai was. Compared to Colin and Chai, she actually had broader hips and a bigger rump than either of them, the Jolteon built for sheer speed under all of that jagged yellow fuzz. She knew how to put it to work, too...

Of course Neon had come to mind. Now that a wet maw was slowly, teasingly pushing itself onto to pointed tip of his member and only gradually taking that head through its lips, he couldn't help but think of Neon's more intimate lips... The way she would grind herself onto him... The way she'd grin up at him as she did it and dare him not to take it slow...

Then as all of his tip was inside that unseen maw, the tongue began to tease again, swirling about his cock's tip before that maw pulled back again... then pushed forwards again... deeper...

Yeah, he couldn't help but think of a teasing girl right then, given that Neon would do similar things at a similar phase of penetration... Of course, then she would wiggle around... provoke him to thrust...

Instead, whomever was in the box straight up took the plunge, shoving themselves forcefully onto his cock... a tight, wet and somewhat cool (to his hot blood) embrace of flesh that was greedily pushing itself onto him... and oh, despite the coolness, it felt very fine, indeed... He growled... and this time not for any fantasy.

Suddenly, this box was getting fun. Suddenly, he really was wanting to fuck this box. In fact, it was an effort not to start bucking his hips immediately...

In fact, as that maw kept mercilessly, greedily shoving itself further on, October had to widen his eyes in surprise as his growl turned to a gasp... This was becoming quite impressive... such a tight fit, he expected them to slow at any moment as that maw became tighter and tighter as it took more of his thickening, tapering girth... but it never did. More and more of that cool, wet maw was wrapping itself around his member, making him throb with pleasure and desire, with a tightness that was almost, but not quite excruciating...

October huffed... and then huffed again, gasping for breath as that maw widened juuuust enough to avoid scraping him with any teeth. He never felt any. He just felt that perfectly pleasuring throat starting to squeeze at his dick quite deliberately...

His cock was getting ridiculously hard and full, now. He was shocked at how good this was. He was thrilled and curious... How many customers could they possibly get that were this good..? Who was in the box..?

Right now, he didn't over much care. It was an act of viciously forced will on his part, surely as difficult as that of his receiver in taking all of that dick without gagging for him to not start thrusting with wild abandon into that pleasureable throat...

His claws dug into the box, grasping at it as his gasps turned back into an at-first shaky growl. He was going to hold himself together... He wasn't going to let himself lose it. This wasn't just about the booze and cigarettes, anymore...

This box was getting genuinely fun!

They made it all the way to the knobs of his by-then already grown knot still without a touch of fang and more than a little pleasure and October's growl got deeper. Damn. This was good. This was more than good.

As they started to get to work again, pulling back only to thrust on again, working him expertly with a throat that never seemed to gag nor pause for breath, never seemed to do anything but squeeze at him in surprisingly delightful ways as it worked back and forth, October's claws dug in further as his growls became shaky and desperate, once again. He dearly wanted to thrust, to fuck this pleasurable thing, despite the expert job they were doing, despite that incredible work they were putting in. In fact, because of it, part of him was practically desperate to claim it...

He was getting very excited, very fast as his throbbing knot would surely show. As that tight, wet throat worked at him he felt his excitement rising as rapidly as the hackles on his back and as viciously as he was now carving lines in the box with his claws...

"Rrrf..." he growl-huffed softly, feeling himself getting closer and closer with unbelievable speed.

This was incredible. This was amazing. He could scarcely believe this was a Customer. These skills were too good to be a Customer...

He blinked.

Yeah. These skills WERE too good to be a Customer. Suddenly this suspicious setup seemed as if it quite logically was too good to be true.

To make matters worse, even as he gasped at his explosively rising pleasure, he had a horrible, sinking feeling... He had a strong suspicion all of a sudden that he knew exactly to whom that tight, wet, cool throat belonged to. Exactly whom would have such incredible skill and enthusiasm for cock.

Now that it was becoming obvious, he realised he had even fucked this exact throat, once before.

October scowled and pulled his hips back, meaning to pull his cock free so he could try and open the box to accuse the Water-Wench directly. That was his plan, anyway...

Thud. October's knot hit something. To be exact; the sensitive back of his knot scraped the rough edges of the hole his member had been shoved through. His eyes went from narrowed in suspicion to shocked in pain and fright in an instant.

He was stuck!

The prize had been pulled back and away from the box's occupant and like a cat, they seemed to leap to chase it, practically impaling themselves roughly on his member.

No... oh no, no... she'd gotten him exactly where she wanted him, hadn't she..?

That maw went to work with a furious vengeance upon him, pleasuring him all the more roughly, it seemed, for his attempted escape! There was no way she was letting him go, now, it seemed...

October's eyes slowly hooded over with the pleasure that was being forced upon him. Then he twitched, remembering his pride. His pride made him twitch his hips. He knew he couldn't pull free, but this indignance made his body want to move, want to fight to be free... and so those hips twitched... which only increased the amount of pleasurable friction his cock was enjoying quite in spite of his pride..!

October's maw hung open and he moaned... No... oh no..! He couldn't hold back! He..!

October gasped loudly as his balls pulled up, his knot swelled and his cock throbbed, hard and he began to cum...!

His claws loudly scraped the wood, digging into the grain as he growled and bucked his trapped hips, rattling the box around as he erupted! He barely felt that maw drawing back... did feel that tongue teasing his tip...

Then his ears pricked as he heard something else. Was that a plastic popping noise..? Like a bottle or something being opened..? Was that... the sound of something being filled..?

Wait a... wait a minute..! He wanted to cry out... but he was overcome with pleasure. He was trapped by climax as much as by the box. There was nothing he could do for the moment but cum... cum and cum, just like she was forcing him to.

Dammit. Damn the box, too, he thought, raking his claws uselessly but satisfyingly across the wood...

"Oh, Fortuna..." October gasped and wailed... "Oh, gods, oh fucking Archie-us, oh Dark bloody Violet... gah..! RRRrrrrRRRrrrrRRrrfff..!"

That was of course when the high-pitched trilling giggle emitted from the box. Because of course it did. Because it WAS her.

"You make some cute noises, Redtales..!" she declared, brash and loud from inside the box.

October growled. At least as best as he was able to growl whilst cumming, indignantly, into a box...

There was a noise like a bolt being thrown and the side of the box dropped open. There was a flash of cerulean blue as the smooth lines of a pudgy dwarf of a Vaporeon sprang out of the box and right off of the bed in a single, surprisingly graceful bound with her long, finned muscular swimming tail trailing behind her.

Rain Flower paused, looking like a triumphant cat as she spat the red-topped sample pot from her maw into her paws and twisted around to look at him. "I got ya good, Redtales..!" she declared, before laughing a deep and wicked laugh at him.

October, ears flat with embarrassment, growled and snarled at her as best as he was able...

"Hahahah! That was FUN, Redtales!" said Rain Flower, loudly and victoriously, "Rain Flower got some real nice service out of that cock of yours once you'd learned to behave..!"

"Rrrrf... Rain Flower," grumbled October, huffily and still short of breath, "I should have known I couldn't trust the voice. I should've guessed it was you, sooner, too... Just as you yourself said, no-one takes cock like Rain Flower..."

Rain Flower sank a little but only to spring up with the very violence of her wicked little giggle, a full-on villainous 'muahahahah!' rendered in diminutive dolphin cat-dog. "AHAHAH! Redtales! You're so sweet..!" she cocked her head to the side as she said it, in a grand mockery of sweet coyness, then grinned far bigger than a Pokemon her size should have been able to, twisting her face in a big water-kitty grin, "Well, maybe you should've known but you didn't guess until it was way too late! You just couldn't help yourself, could ya..? That hot blood of yours couldn't resist Rain Flower!"

October grumbled. The sight of the ungraciously victorious Rain Flower gloating over him was an amazingly irritating one. He suspect he wouldn't like the next part, either. He stared at the plastic sample pot...

Rain Flower grinned at him, holding the pot up, "Eheheheh... yeah, that's right, Redtales. I got your sample..."

"Why?" asked October, brusquely.

Rain Flower giggled again then cocked her head. "HR wanted it for Pro Creation or whoever, the breeding dorks," she said with disdainful disinterest, "Rain Flower doesn't like Clarice, but the Ice-Bitch offered Rain Flower a real good deal!"

October's snarl grew. This was making the exact sense he had expected and really wished it hadn't. Clarice, the less pleasant half of Cafe Plaisir's HR department had been after that sample for some time. October had of course no intention of giving it to her just so she could try and sell his seed for profit, knowing anyways that he had always been infertile but greatly enjoying the opportunity to frustrate the cruel dictatoress. He had even once arranged a neat little practical joke, in fact...

"What could she have possibly offered you..?" growled October.

"Rain Flower's gettin' a water bed in her room, Redtales!" said Rain Flower, with a triumphant grin, "Gonna be real good for my beauty sleep!"

October rolled his eyes at that. Of course an idiot like Rain Flower would think that a water bed was a good idea. The one positive outcome of this was going to be her disappointment when she tried to sleep on it, then fuck on it and hopefully go right through it when those spinal ridges of hers sawed right through the covering...

"Though y'know," said Rain Flower, grinning, "When I found out it was you I'd be messing with, Redtales, I almost did it for free. Almost."

October frowned, harder. Yes, he imagined she almost had at that. The wicked little Vaporeon seemed to love pushing him around. She seemed to take a special pleasure in being a fraction of his size yet capable of throwing him around with her dangerously powerful water jets. On several occasions, she had practically bullied him since in truth, whilst he could probably at least dominate her, physically, he was no more willing to really retaliate than he was actually able to get around her elemental superiority. Facts were; she was a girl and she was a fraction of his size. Normally, he depended on Neon to discourage Rain Flower's predations, but of course, the Jolteon was currently no-where nearby.

Rain Flower flourished the little plastic flask. She grinned and tilted her head back, further and further until she was leant right back, just so that she could look down her nose at the much higher and taller Ninetales. "What's the matter, Redtales..? Box got your tongue stuck, too..? Don't'cha got some threats to growl or revenge to promise on me, huh..?"

This was embarrassing. This was potentially humiliating. This would not do. October probably couldn't catch her even if he lunged at her. She would dart out of the room and be gone, assuming she didn't just blast him into the wall. Injuring him, potentially seriously...

He only had one advantage over her.

She was not the sharpest tool in the box.

"Oh, I could..." said October, carefully, "there's all sorts of things I could promise you, Rain Flower..."

She blinked, looking slightly confused at his 'threat.' "Promise..?"

"Indeed," said October, doing his best to start to force a smile, "there's literally all manner of things I would do to you, Rain Flower. Regardless of this new little trick of yours, I would gladly hold you down and make with all the Ninetales dick you cared to take and perhaps a little more...~" He growled it pleasantly....

"Hah!" said Rain Flower, grinning at him, "That's no threat, Redtales! Rain Flower can take that any day or time..!"

"I know," said October, with a nod, "and it's not the only thing I could do..." he smiled, then knocked on the box, with a paw, "This box of yours..."

Rain Flower paused and looked at the box.

"Rain Flower in a box," said October with a grin, "at least, some skilled Pokemon ready to pleasure any cock that came in there. With the proper promotion..." his voice got lower and growlier as he spoke, staring into the Vaporeon's widening yellow-on-black eyes, "why... I could take Rain Flower in a box anywhere, presenting it to just about anyone... stick your dicks in here and good things will happen to them... One after another, after another..." he grinned, "Anyone, Rain Flower, think about it..."

Rain Flower really was, from the looks of it. He imagined that in her mind's eye, she was already finally getting that chance with Prometheus she'd always wanted. As if October would be willing to walk up to the Arcaninetales with a box of Rain Flower or not. He was sure he could find plenty of substitutes, though. He was sure he had seen Aquarius around, for one thing...

She looked at him, her eyes wide and confused, "Redtales, if you're trying to talk me out of delivering this sample, you're doing a seriously bad job..!" She smirked, "Sounds like a great evening for Rain Flower..!"

October grinned, wickedly, staring her right in the eyes, "That's the thing though. I'm not," he cocked his head, taking his turn to look coy, "Rain Flower, if you deliver that sample to Clarice, none of those things are going to happen. If she gets that sample without my consent, I'm not going to touch you. The only thing I'm going to do is take this box outside..."

"No..." said Rain Flower, her tail and shoulders sagging in horror as her jaw fell.

"...and burn it to thin ashes," finished October, with a wicked grin. Looking as prideful and wicked as a Ninetales might, at least while one was tied to a wooden box, at any rate.

POP. The lid of the sample pot went flying off. Rain Flower looked for a second like she was going to pour it on the floor, then an instant later reconsidered and poured it into her own mouth, instead. October had to smirk at that. He supposed she supposed that she had earned it, after all. It had probably been difficult for her to let it go in the first place. She really was something, thought October. He just wasn't sure what that something was. He supposed it was probably a rude word, though and he didn't like applying those to girls. Even to Rain Flower.

Especially when he was suddenly feeling very gracious. He grinned at Rain Flower. "Knew you'd make the right decision," he told her.

Rain Flower grinned back, "Smart of you to start talkin' my language, Redtales!" she declared loudly, spittling a little of her 'drink' as she did. Okay. That was undignified even by October's scruffy standards.

Still, he smirked, something else occurring to him, "One thing, though..." he said.

Rain Flower perked up her fin-ears.

October's grin grew large and wicked, "Concerning that sample pot..."

* * *

One week later.

Clarice was feeling pretty pleased with herself that day. She had an e-mail she was just dying to read. The harsh-looking, overweight middle-aged Glaceon was typing on her old plastic keyboard with some uncommon enthusiasm. The blue glare of her old-fashioned CRT monitor cast an eerie lighting over her thick, blue plastic rimmed glasses and cruel looking smile...

She had left it, for herself. A little reward. A little pick-her-up to look forwards to reading after she'd done with her more mundane, day-to-day admin tasks. There was a lot of it to be done, after all. Keeping Cafe Plaisir running, making the financial side of the business work, seemingly all by herself as the sole practitioner of cold, hard numbers in a facility mostly given to disgustingly hot blooded passions.

It was tireless work, but someone had to do it. As much as she respected and appreciated Mister Firenze, he was as soft as the rest of them. If all the running of this business were left to the likes of him, Coco and Jack, the dead weight around here would have long ago dragged Cafe Plaisir into a bottomless pit of bankruptcy and extinction.

Someone had to be merciless and efficient. Someone had to be cruel. That someone was her. They would never appreciate how much they owed to her. She didn't give a damn if they did or didn't, however. This was her place in the world.

Which made the little pleasures like that final unread e-mail all the more important. No-one appreciated her, it was true, but what really rankled her were the ones that openly defied her against all logic.

October, that dirty, dishonest Ninetales was potentially a financial boon for this establishment. Despite his debts, he could potentially do very well for himself if he would just cooperate and maximise his worth. If he'd just bathe more often and adjust his behaviour, he'd make for a striking specimen and an attractive choice of Waiter but that wasn't even a fraction of his potential. With proper promotion via Plaisir's partnership with Pro-Squared Creation, that seemingly unique crimson colouration alone would be worth a fortune even if the rest of his genes turned out to be offal - which she very much doubted. No low-grade Pokemon should have been able to defy her for THIS long.

Well, by now his sample would have been assessed and she'd finally get to put a price on October's seed. It was just like she'd always told him. His balls were really hers to control, after all...

She finished the last line of her spreadsheet with a flourish across the keyboard, sitting back and grinning a dull-fanged grin as she reached for her mouse and efficiently opened the e-mail at last!

Oh, how she was looking forwards to-

"To: Ms. Clarice Peachings, Cafe Plaisir Enterprises From: Mr T. Cray, Pro² Creation Ref: Sample CP/O573

I have to admit, given your previously sterling standards in communication, with an exceptional record in reliability and well-accounted administrative conduct, this personally took me by surprise, Ms. Peachings.

Whilst we understand that your business has a certain reputed boisterousness in its internal codes of conduct, I had come to expect a higher standard from yourself than said reputation would suggest, hence our willingness to form a partnership with your business instead of other, better situated potential partners that do exist elsewhere in the country.

As such, this practical joke of yours I find to be in very poor taste.

The sample you sent me, reputed as one, Ninetales, Crimson, October contains no sample from any such fictional breed, but rather contains semen from no less than fifty two seperate Pokemon, none of whom we can confirm have ever sent a written confirmation of consent. Neither can we find such in our archives for this October Ninetales, assuming one even exists.

Given that this presents potential legal difficulties for yourself as well as ourselves, I think it best that once the processing fees have been covered, we pretend this supposedly but assuredly not humorous situation never transpired.

I look forwards to a resumption of our normal standards of business, whilst considering potential courses of action should normal standards not resume.

Regards, T. Cray."

Clarice's eyes narrowed. Her mouth, returned to its normal, frozen position of a perpetual frown twisted further as Clarice scowled at the screen.

That filthy hot-blooded Ninetales. That untamed beast. That defiant, uncivilised buffoon... If he thought she'd been determined before, now she was just going to have to break him in.

Sooner or later, one way or another, those balls of his were hers. They were going to make her money. It was a matter of pride, now.

She swore to herself; this was not over...

...and October had better watch out.

Clarice's icy temper had just heated up.