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"So this is Cafe Plaisir. Not what I expected." And indeed it wasn't, the red brick front presented a grand sight rising from the Oklahoma plains, bathed in dawn's first glimmer of light as if to highlight the greatest jewel in the crown. With a faint, highly unusual smile I pushed any lingering doubts of this misadventure aside and stepped through the doors, finding myself in a tastefully decorated lobby. The desk in the center of the far wall was inhabited by a Meowstic with a faint smile and an unusually cheerful introduction.

"Hello! Welcome to Cafe Plaisir! You're a new face, not one of the regulars." I nodded and stepped up to the desk,jumping up onto a conveniently placed barstool for shorter clients. I couldn't help but notice the gardevoir behind the desk with a stoic expression and eyes that followed my every move. She was a curious one, not what I expected from a fairy-type, and especially not one that worked in a brothel.

I nodded, approaching the desk and climbing onto a platform the slid from the front, presumably for shorter clients to stand on. "Quite so. I called a few weeks ago, arranged to occupy a guest room for ten days? The name's Bolt Tanner." She turned to her left and tapped a few keys on a computer, the turned back to me and nodded. "Bolt Tanner, room fourteen, middle floor. My screens says you've arranged to pay by card?"

I dug through the bag on my back, finding and lifting out a rubber wallet. She gave me a curious look and I explained. "Electric-types can't be too careful with credit cards." She nodded as I used a claw to slide out the card I'd be using and handed it across the counter, where it was swiped through a reader and handed back to me in short order. A few seconds later she smiled and handed me a room key engraved with the number fourteen attached to a plastic tag. "You're all set! I hope you enjoy yourself, Bolt."

I slid the card back into my wallet, folding it and putting it away as I spoke. "Thank you, umm... What was your name? I think I missed it earlier."

"Mariane."

I smiled and straightened up to look her in the eyes with a smile. "Thank you, Mariane. I hope I'll see you around the Cafe."

"You will." I hopped down off the shelf and made my way past the desk before realizing I didn't know where my room was. "Um, Mariane?"

"Yes?"

My ears fell back against my head as I asked, slightly embarrassed, "Which way to the guest rooms?"

She laughed kindly and gave me directions. "The main bar is through the doors in front of you. Head through the right-side door and take the first right, then up the stairs and immediately right to the guest rooms. "

"Thank you again. With my sense of direction I might have to hire you as a guide during my stay here." She giggled warmly at my joke and told me to go, and I complied with slight reluctance. Once I'd stepped into the bar it was like an entirely different world; dark-stained wood floors that, somehow, were free of scratches and claw marks played host to a small contingent of round tables, each of them with four or five chairs as guards. I saw a Typhlosion behind the bar cleaning a glass with a rag, and right as I was about to leave an umbreon came in arguing with a red and black ninetales.

"You know damn well she likes me better!"

"Oh please Chai, Neon can't get enough of me. And you know why?"

The umbreon groaned and rolled his eyes so hard it had to have hurt. "Let me guess: Because foxes are better?"

The ninetales looked down at the umbreon with a smug, I'm-better-than-you grin. "And some say you can't learn." He left the umbreon there glaring holes into his tails as he started cleaning up, and I couldn't hold back a chuckle at their antics. The noise got their attention and the ninetales gave me a surprised look. "Huh. One must say that they did not expect a customer this early. What's your name?"

"Bolt. Yours, Red?" I gave him a cool, but polite, reply; using the pseudonym I carried since I evolved. I wasn't sure if I liked him or not just yet; there was something... odd about this one. Besides his colors.

"October. The umbreon is Chai. Just get here?" He was giving me an appraising look as the umbreon kept glaring as he worked. Again, I was unsure if that was a good thing or bad.

"Yeah, few minutes ago. Ten days to go, and wondering how to spend the first one. Any suggestions?"

He nodded, grimacing quite visibly. "Yes. Avoid a vaporeon calling herself Rain Flower at all costs."

I gave him a 'what the hell are you talking about look' as Chai gasped in shock, then cackled like a maniac on an acid trip. "I don't believe it! She finally got you! I knew it was gonna happen!"

October just turned his head to look over his shoulder and glare murderously at the highly amused umbreon. "Chai, shut up."

"Make me." October's eyes narrowed dangerously, and before I knew what the hell was going on he was on top of the short smartass and pressing his sheath down upon the

Umbreon's lithe hips. The little dark-type tried to squirm out from under him, but he wasn't really trying too hard - if anything he was only grinding up against that swelling sheath and speeding up proceedings so that shortly, the Ninetales was shoving a giant, throbbing black cock under his tail. That thin, pre-slicked tip was pressing ferociously against his tight little hole, and certainly wouldn't be taking no for an answer.

In a low and feral tone, "alright, then," growled October, before suddenly shoving that big dick right inside. The umbreon screeched in agonised pleasure as I just... stared, my own cock swelling free of my sheath at the gloriously indecent sight of another eeveelution getting abused so thoroughly.

'When in Rome...' I stepped forward a little, giving myself a better view as I reached down and ever so gently slid a paw up and down my, now throbbing, weapon of ass destruction. I couldn't help myself; those pained, pleasured moans from Chai and the savage, almost feral growling from October above and inside him coupled with the superior smirk so unique to foxes... Fucking hell were they turning me on!

I used an old trick of mine, the big pad in the middle of my paw coupled with a slight electrical current to have myself panting in seconds, pre beading my tip even as Chai goaded October on. I was starting to realize Chai didn't think things through very much. "C-Come on October.... You can... d-do better... fuck me dammit!"

That's when October took the kid gloves off. "You asked for it." The next instant Chai almost screamed as October went to town on his ass, his hips moving in a crimson blur to ram that piledriver of a cock deep and hard enough into his toy that his belly bulged slightly from the force. This only prompted me to stroke myself faster, my comparatively quiet moans mingling with the cacophonous symphony of feral, brutal assfucking and all the moans and screams born of such ferocity. I was working myself to a resounding climax, not having known of my voyeuristic streak until now, or perhaps it was the sight of one so resembling a friend I had a desire to fuck stupid that was bringing me so far, so quickly. Regardless, my peak was imminent, but I held myself back. Not before the knot went in.

I rolled onto my side to avoid a mess on the floor as October smashed those fine, vulpine hips into Chai's scrawny body with all the force he had, desperate to bury his knot into a warm, tight hole and finish this glorious display properly. I, too, sought my release, but it would happen in concert with the stars of this impromptu show, not before in disrespect, nor after in solitude. We would surmount the peak as one, and as one we did. October's knot forced its way into Chai's body as October howled in a sensual, vulpine chord filled with ecstasy; Chai's cock twitched and sprayed his own load onto the floor below him, such potential life gloriously put to waste; my own shaft, with a firm, electrified grip to my knot and a muzzle to my tip fired shot after shot of my own would-be cubs into my greedy throat, my swallows sending what could have been life down to return to my body.

And as quickly as it came upon us, the moment had passed, and we were left to revel in the afterglow of a spectacular encounter. In my own blissful recovery though, a stray thought crossed my mind, as a shadow from an errant cloud: 'This was more than worth the money.'