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'Swift… Ice Beam… Fire Punch… Thunderbolt… Used in unison, these will be the key to my victory… The stage is set… the crowd is waiting… it's showtime!'

With perfect footing, he landed. Of all the places for a stadium to be, this contest stadium was on the moon, and Ziggy had done a perfect rocket jetpack manoeuvre with Zach around Saturn's rings. And although the straps holding the rockets in place were putting a hefty weight on his shoulders by now, he was beaming with pride, donning his signature red 'Ziggy Stardust' lightning bolt down his face.

“And there it is folks! The final landing, I've never seen a performance like it!"

“A stunning display of dexterity and agility, expertly produced with human and Pokémon moving as one being."

“Truly remarkable!"

“The way they interacted was just a dream, you can tell just how hard they've practiced and how much their hearts were in every movement."

The crowd cheered. They went on for a million miles.

“ZIGGY, ZIGGY, ZIGGY, ZIGGY!"

“ZIGGY!"

“Ziggy!"

“Oy, Fuckbunny! Yer gonna be late!"

Day One.

Just as quickly as images of surreal moon-dreaming faded to black, such blackness was replaced with the peripheral vision of a plain white bedroom. Ziggy opened his eyes. The upside-down view of a Lycanroc greeted most of said peripheral; two bold eyes as blue as his own locking on alongside a hefty paw on each of his shoulders. The Lopunny wasn't even close to fully awake yet… just five more minutes… let him go back to that dream where he was doing a Pokémon contest in space. He was winning and everything!

What had he even been doing last night? After they had their talk following the most lucrative of 'oral exams' …Oh shit, that was right: A whole night playing video games, fucking, and passing out onto the slurry of sheets and garbage which made a poor attempt at being floor. What time was it even?

“Don't make me do it, I'll do it Ziggs!"

“Mrrrrh…. Do what?" Was all he could get out as one eye half-opened again. “Just gimme… I just want… one more- GAAAAH!"

He suddenly jolted to attention at the sensation of Dozi lapping away as his face. Ziggy's two small paws quickly swatted up in a blind search for the source of the tongue, finally grabbing Dozi's head and exacting his revenge on the wolf's ears, using them to slowly pull him up to a sit, giving a soft groan.

“There, I'm up! Arceus, was that necessary? I was having this dream where-" Ziggy couldn't even finish this thought either before being shoved from behind by the particularly persistent Lycanroc. Though instead of expected snarls, Ziggy could make out nothing but genuinely concerned whines from the canine.

“Damnit all, I gotta say it again? Yer twenty minutes from showing up late to your first day on the job!"

“What?!" This sure as heck sobered him up if the rest of it didn't. Rubbing those bulging eyes of his, his head quickly spun back to face his roommate, who bore a worried expression to far easily match the sounds he was producing.

“Aaaahrf, yeh! Only woke up half an hour ago myself. You gotta get going, it's almost time for the afternoon shift. Eat your breakfast and get going, bunny!"

“Y-Yeah I'll… wait, breakfast?" The blue-eyed Lopunny held his head for a moment, straining to perform a rapid brain bootup to keep up with the slowly growing urgency or the situation. Dozi nodded his head in response, before indicating to the small kitchen area of the room beside the door.

It was only now that Ziggy made half an attempt at surveying the surroundings properly. It truly was a quaint setup these waiter bedrooms had. The whole living space of one room was effectively in two halves: one half had a small kitchen area and the doorway out, the back half housed a television, a bed (or at least there was supposed to be a bed) and various little wardrobes, probably for personal items.

Packing away various personal effects would have to wait, there was quite literally far too much on his plate; As Dozi gave one of the bunny's huge ears a small, albeit urgent tug, the floorspace of the kitchen area was revealed to show two large trays. One of them, naturally, was an empty mess of crumbs and jam, but the other one? Sweet merciful Celebi, after weeks upon weeks of travelling on the road, kneeling in front of the other tray, this truly was the sight for sore eyes.

Laying atop the spruce wood tray sat a plate of warm croissant opened and halved to show off a generous buttering and jamming. A drawn-out inhale identified it as cherry jam. And oh, how it blended like a dream with the butter and baked goods. More to the point, it was huge! Bigger than any croissant he'd ever seen before.

He took a bite…

'Ooooh… Sweet Arceus…'

It was the freshest thing he'd tasted in months. Heck, it was the first time Ziggy had tried anything like these baked goods; nothing like the mochi balls and poffins of Sinnoh. Dozi beamed a rather joyous fulfilment in noticing the starlight shimmer in Ziggy's awestruck gaze.

“Ya know, just something I rustled up this morning." Dozi said with all the humble subtlety of a 'look how great I am' fireworks display.

Sure enough, Ziggy checked the kitchen counter top… whilst clean yesterday relative to the rest of the mess, it was now displaying a culinary no-mans-land of flour, egg shells and stray butter bombs. A messy bowl was haphazardly tossed into the sink, along with a whisk, a baking tray, and a whole other stream of clutter.

“Messy… but you have a gift for food here, Dozi." Ziggy tried saying, mouth full of pastry. “I can only just about make myself rice porridge. Almost makes sleeping on the floor worth it, eheh." He finally swallowed. Oh, how glorious it was… the crispy crunch, the savouring sweetness, the broad butteriness… how warm it was…

It was just now that Ziggy realised just how hungry he had been. The last proper meal he'd had, if one could even call it that, was the fast food meal Zach had gotten at a freeway drive-thru. A small chicken burger and some fries, he'd had. It didn't even compare. As such, the next five minutes or so was a rather unappealing montage of gluttonous indulgence of light cuisine. It was all so sweet, yet not in the dessert sort of way. Managing to take sweet and turn it into savoury felt almost like ancient witchcraft to one who'd grown up with Miso Soup and Tamagoyaki (or 'rolled up' omelette as he'd described it to some particularly nosy American tourists), truly devilishly delicious demon craft.

By the time Ziggy finished, the bunny was laying back against a cupboard below the kitchen sink, with an expression which more resembled one who'd just ascended to a higher state of being.

By which time, Dozi was already back in the living room half, perched on a small chair in the far corner with an almost cartoonishly large hairbrush gripped by that rather dexterous tail. Ziggy took note of the way he curled and twisted the brush with each stroke, methodically, removing all tangles yet still giving it that shaggy look he'd seen before.

“Phew… many thanks, seriously that was amazing!" Ziggy spoke as he peeked around the corner to watch Dozi as he groomed himself.

From this angle, the Lopunny could just about make out those wolven balls that had been all up in his face the previous night. Ooh, Arceus, they looked just as good form back here… n-no, stop staring darn it! Or was it okay to stare? They were in a brothel after all... and they had fucked… Ziggy stared a bit more for good measure, just before Dozi returned all setup for the day above a comparatively messy and crumb-laden rabbit.

“Hey, no problem Ziggs. Now we're on your high budget, I figure we can splash out a bit, sometimes! Get some fresh ingredients to use."

“Huh? Dozi, I don't have-"

“Yeeeeah, yeah, I know, it's technically your money! Don't worry, this came out of my account." Dozi gave a lower snicker. “Call it the free sample designed to tempt you into helping me buy more fresh ingredients in the future."

“No, I-I meant I don't have-"

“Anyway!" Dozi interjected again, ever the self-appointed driver. “You're gonna wanna get yerself ready. Did you pack yer own brush in those bags o' yours?"

“Huh? Oh… nah… all that stuff that made me look good in the contests was mostly what we could scrounge off whatever the dressing rooms had available, eheh…" Humble pride, much? Ah, what the hell, after a meal this good, he'd say just about anything.

“Well you better start getting resourceful, contest bunny. You got a busy schedule ahead, so geddup and let's get on with the day."

“Pssssh, I'll be fiiiine!" he claimed with a bit of a heave as he pushed himself to his feet. It took a bit of shaking, grooming here and there for sure, but it wasn't long before his slightly fluffy fur was back in its natural state- all fuzzy and puffy, especially in the lighter cream-coloured areas on his legs and ears. “Waiter for a café? All I gotta do is serve food and drinks and look pretty, right?"

“Yeah, I guess ya could put it that way," Dozi replied with a more telling shake of his head as he pushed open the door. It didn't take much to get Ziggy to follow close behind down the hallway.

“Trust me… I have a trick up my sleeve. One that will come in very handy!" Ziggy held his stubby paws behind his head, slightly cockily, as they continued on.

“Trick, eh? What trick?"

“Cute Charm." Ziggy replied, as a matter of fact. “It's a little aura power that some Lopunnies possess. Anyone who touches me for long enough can become infatuated, drawn closer towards me~"

An eyebrow suddenly raising, Dozi's attention switched back to Ziggy. He spoke half-jokingly, half-mockingly, though the mockery was directed mostly towards himself.

“Aaaah, I thought that snugglin' up to you last night was just a bit too comfy~"

Ziggy couldn't help but laugh, which caught Dozi off guard as they began approaching the elevator. Dozi's grin became one of respect, and just a hint of awe.

“Wow… so you really DO just need to be there and look pretty, huh? Hold a few hands for long enough…"

Ziggy nodded.

“More or less, yeah! I mean… it has no effect on someone who isn't interested in the first place, it's not like I can just force ANYONE to fall for me, wouldn't that be nice. But anyone with even the slightest infatuation, my aura can turn that up to eleven in only a minute or two." He grinned back, and continued.

“I know it's a little early to say, but I think that I've got this in the bag! I mean really… how hard can it be?"

Episode 2: The Rulers of Plaisir!

“So, anyway…" Dozi tilted his head somewhat, still looking straight on as they reached the elevator beside the stairwell. “Something I didn't get to ask last night, it was kinda making me wonder ever since I saw you on television… Yer form Sinnoh, that's in Japan, right?"

“Right?" Ziggy, however, glanced back down at the Lycanroc. Dozi seemed to be smirking a little, though it appeared more like the natural state of his face than actual expression. His 'waiter face' if the bunny was to have any comparison to draw… like a stage face.

“I never saw you speak Japanese in any interviews though, heck you don't even have an accent. Zach neither, so what gives?"

“O-Oh, well uhhhh…" Shit… he did also promise he'd reveal gossip, didn't he… Ziggy took a couple of seconds to compile the response, as he had done so before.

“See, Zach isn't Japanese either, I'm sure you could tell. He was born in Canada, and worked in Japan, and he became my trainer when I was in the Pokéball so… I guess I just picked my language up from him. I do know Japanese! Just… I never really spent much time with Japanese people."

“Yeah, yeah, guess that adds up." As the duo entered the elevator, Dozi gave a small leap on his front half to bop the ground floor button with his nose; ten out of ten for style at least.

“What about you?" Ziggy raised one magnificent eyebrow, as he leant against the elevator wall. “You're from New York I'm guessing?"

“Wolf of Manhattan, born 'n' raised. Grew up in Harlem, dabbled around the East End, down to Hell's Kitchen and the Business District. Me and my big bro practically owned them streets back in the day, all from central park." That tail was wagging again all by itself as he spoke.

“What, like…" His voice quietened. “…a gang?"

“Wh-What?! No! Don't you dare-" The Lycanroc paused for a moment, voice trailing off to a low groan. His gaze… it was sharper. “Anyway, my big bro's not at Plaisir, it's just me."

Ziggy, biting his lip, stood back up straight again. “I didn't mean to-"

“Nah, nah it's alright. I was asking you all sorts of questions anyways. Only fair you ask me…" Drawing in a slow breath, he gave his head another slow shake, smirk returning as he followed with a low, growling chuckle. “Let's just focus on right now, yeah?"

“Yeah." Ziggy breathed out a small, relieved sigh of his own, happy to move on from conversations about one's past happenings. Not something that his mind would want to begin thinking about on the first day of a new job.

“Hopefully today you can find your game!" Dozi finally looked back up to Ziggy with newfound eagerness, bearing a rather cheesy grin to aid.

“My… game?"

“Yeah, ya know… Your game, your style, your thing, your selling point, your dance. Remember what I said about what kind of sub ya wanted to be?"

“Oh yeah… that was a thing, wasn't it?" Ziggy could have sworn he'd only thought that one, but turned out he had spoken it out loud too as Dozi went on.

“Yup. That's a thing alright, never stopped being a thing, and now that thing's come to pay its hand. See, I got my game: Shaggy, musky dog, on the messy, more crude side. Compliments my personality, natural good looks and accent, ya see? May not be everyone's dance, but the niche I do fill, I like to think I fill pretty damn well."

“Hehe, you certainly do…" The elevator doors slid open again, with Dozi leading the way with a left turn, and an immediate second left turn after that. “So, I need to find a stage personality, something that'll fit my natural talents, a niche to fill, right?"

“Aaaah now yer thinkin' like a Plaisir waiter. Just you wait, Ziggs, I'll make a Pokéwhore outta you yet!"

“Heheh… 'Pokéwhore'?" It did feel a tad awkward to admit, even in a place like Plaisir, but… “I think I like the sound of that..."

* * *

Noises before had been the muffled undertone of bustling activity, but now those two had entered the main bar area, the floodgates were open to the hive of lively chatter between patron and Pokémon. Despite customers being a healthy mix of humans and Pokémon alike, the distinction was obvious as to which ones were employees, as they all bore the same slightly tasteless apron… nothing too eye-jarring, but it wasn't what you'd call alluring… maybe it was just a matter of perspective.

As for the bar itself? Ziggy had to give credit there, it was anything BUT tasteless. Deep greens complemented by pale whites, atop a spectacularly fine dark wooden flooring. It gave the feeling of a real old-timey sort of bar. As Dozi lead the bunny in, he took immediate notice of how everyone, even customers on adjacent tables, were all talking. Nothing like the bars he'd been to, wherein friends spoke to friends and did so in a humble manner, this was more like a community centre. Bustling, loud, a bit overwhelming; but at the same time it seemed so warm and welcoming that it was hard to ever get uncomfortable in the environment at a first glance.

“Well, well, well, got yourself a new friend there, 'ave you Dozi?" Ziggy got suddenly un-distracted by the figure who greeted them at the door, aproned like the rest of them. A bulk of a Luxray, with an accent which took Ziggy a few moments to place, stood before them.

“Damn right I did, Ceylon! There here's Cyan! Cyan, this here's Ceylon. He's kinda like my mentor."

“Ceylon." Wasn't that a type of tea? Ah! Tea! That was it, the accent was English. With a small shrug of his shoulders, Ziggy gave a polite bow. “Pleasure to meet you, Ceylon-Sensei."

“Baaaah, that's rubbish. I just gave you here a few pointers as all. You were the one to make such a good name for yourself, my boy."

The two dogs shared very suggestive glances as they conversed. Looking over the Luxray, seeing the way his fur also bore that deliberately shaggy look… The way Dozi seemed to so shamelessly emulate his mannerisms, and see nothing but that blue and black fur for a few moments… a lot started to make sense very quickly.

“And you, Cyan, was it? Let me be the first to welcome you to the afternoon shift. It's where most of us start out for our training, something mid-tier to let you get to grips with the ropes an' all that."

“Gahahah, yeah, if ya think it's busy now, just wait until the evening!" Dozi let off a tiny snicker as his tail gave a sneaky flick across Ziggy's right butt cheek.

“Good to be here, sir!" Ziggy gave a more nervous smile, bowing again. Damnit, stop bowing! He couldn't help himself. First day on the job, this was where he made the name for himself… an' all that.

“Good to have you on board, lad. Frankly, It's one of the busier afternoons, and usually we'd have a psychic to help coordinate the orders, but just our luck that they'd all be feeling a bit under the weather as of recent." Ceylon bellowed out a jolly laugh. Ziggy didn't see the humour in people being ill. Perhaps it was a British thing.

“Anyway, we'll need both of you to work your best today, so Dozi, you're with me. Cyan, I've put you with someone bipedal and about your height to better show you the ropes. He should be in the back, just head behind the bar and go into storage, he'll give you your apron." The Luxray reversed his gaze back to Dozi, now with one raised eyebrow and about to ask a question that he seemed to already know the answer too. “Let me guess, Dozi… you forgot where your apron was again?"

“Aaaaha… yeah, ya see, funny story, it must have fallen off in Captivate a couple of nights ago, I looked for it, I swear! I must have just the worst luck with my aprons, eheh… eh… Arceus please don't make me wear it."

With a ginning roll of his eyes, the larger dog began turning, silently passing a 'come on' to the slightly smaller day form Lycanroc with the movements of his own tail; A more sheepish Dozi followed quickly in suit. Passing Ziggy one final glance of 'good luck!' the both of them disappeared into the tango of tables to his left.

To his right lay the bar itself. A Typhlosion was in the far back right corner, leaning against the wall and conversing with a human. Finally, this was it, his first day, his first mission. Ziggy, slipping behind the bar, swung open the entrance to behind the bar like he owned the café itself, swaggering down to a door on the wall marked 'Storage' to meet up with his new work partner!

*

“I found her in zee forums initially. She vas a small-time researcher, but on zee verge of something very big, I could tell! I can alvays tell."

There was a reminiscing pause.

“Thus, zee research took us to a bar. Zis bar. Café Plaisir: a debauched haven for zose who like to live life in another vorld altogether." The human took another small sip of his cool beer, adjusting the long white lab coat which flew below the barstool. Meanwhile the respective Typhlosion, giving off a small chuckle, leant against his bar's wall. He sent a smaller smirking nod to the blue-eyed Lopunny who'd just gone to the back.

“Debauched Haven? I run a reputable establishment here, I'll have yeh know Eddie!" Jack, the barman, with proud flames spewing form his back spoke in a much heavier Irish tone to the German customer.

“Heh, of course you do, of course. But, surely you must admit Jack, zat zis place, or indeed any place like zis, carries vith it certain… reputations, nein?"

“Hey, as long as yeh keep the money coming and your papers give us publicity with no trouble, you and your colleague can have all the time here yeh want, lad."

“Vell, I'll certainly drink to zat one, hahah!" Sure enough, the customer raised his drink high for another large gulp, getting out another chuckle from the Typhlosion. Eddie wasn't done, though…

“Say… who vas zat Schlapor who just vent round zee back zere?"

“Newest employee… certainly carryin' high reputation if our hiring department's to be believed." Jack's grin got almost cocky. “Why, got somethin' in mind?"

“Ooooh, you know me, Jack." Eddie took another sip, leaning back into the barstool with a subtler smile to match the bar tender's. “Alvays looking for zee next adventure~"

*

The storage room was about as one would expect. A room… with storage… and it stored… storage things… aprons, glasses, plates, cutlery. Nothing to report on there, honestly. All very boring.

But Ziggy had almost certainly reached that conclusion due to the most graceful and slender elephant in the room one could imagine, and it came in the form of a Lucario. Like every other waiter, he donned the apron, but by heck if he didn't make it work. As the fighting type turned around to face the Lopunny, the two of them shared the briefest glance of softness.

He was absolutely stunning! Like… not just the usual kind… the kind where Ziggy nearly took a step back, as if the heavens had opened up and a literal angel had appeared before him. Every curve, every line, every expression of this Lucario was impeccable beauty. A femboy no doubt, one who looked like coming across as feminine was not only their job, but their natural state of being. And oh, if it didn't make Ziggy all the more nervous when the greeting finally came from his beaming smile of perfection.

“Oh, hello there. You must be the new waiter, a pleasure to meet you."

Even his voice… so dainty, so celestial.

“Y-Y-Yeah! Name's Ziggy, o-or well my waiter name is Cyan, so call me Cyan… or, you know, don't! You know you can… call me whatever you like, eheh… Ziggy or Cyan… you know… It's aaaall gooood…"

This most glorious train wreck of a greeting was then immediately followed up by the textbook failed attempt to casually lean against the back wall of the storage room, greatly underestimating the distance as Ziggy stumbled backwards headfirst into it. It didn't hurt… not physically anyway.

The Lucario, head tilted in mild concern, took a few steps forward. Did they look nervous too? The smile was still there, a tad flustered even as they offered out one gentle paw towards him. Of course, Ziggy had no choice but to accept the rescue from his first-impression suicide.

“Heh… Ziggy, that's a fun name. It's kind of bouncy, I like it. You can call me Nature."

Ziggy kept quiet for a few seconds. It was hard not to be showing the most immature and petty of pouts as he glanced away flushed. Was it the beauty of this Lucario? The stunning beauty no less… or was it the sheer embarrassment of how he'd botched up the introduction to said beautiful creature? In the end, he went with… both… yeah, definitely both.

“You don't have to be nervous around me, I promise." Nature smiled again, even laughing off the whole ordeal in gentle pacifism. “I've been told by Ceylon that we're going to be working together in the bar for a little while, so I'll be happy to get to know you."

“Y-Yeah, you too, ya know!" Ziggy made quick attempts to fix up his fur, before holding both paws behind his back and giving a tiny bow. Always the darn bow! “I hope I can do well here, make money and stuff, working, and… stuff…"

With yet another laugh, Nature turned around to the pile of neatly-folded aprons.

“You really are quite nervous, aren't you Ziggy?" He took occasional glances back. The Lucario was looking over Ziggy's figure to get his measurements, no doubt… but he couldn't help but think that Nature stared over him for just a little longer than that. “I was the same when I first joined... it gets much easier, I promise."

“Y-Yeah… uuuugh… eheh, Arceus, I don't even know why I'm nervous…" Ziggy rested one paw behind his head, trying to get a grip… hang on, that was a good point just made there! He did stage work for a living for crying out loud! This should be child's play in comparison!

'Come on, Ziggy, pull yourself together!'

“I'll be fine, don't worry. I just gotta take the training from you, right? Follow in your footsteps and stuff, heheh, 'Nature-Senpai'."

“That's the plan, yes." Nature came back around again, this time passing Ziggy one of the aprons… perhaps he was being a bit harsh on the design of it… He wasn't going to mince words, on some Pokémon it couldn't have looked more out of place… but if Nature could suit it, what did he have to lose? Of course, there was also the fact that it was an obligation to wear anyway, so what the hell. He swiftly took the loop of laboured work and slung it over his head, tying a neat bow behind his back just as the straps landed on his shoulders.

“You wear it quite well, I'd say!" Nature nodded his head in approval, making Ziggy get all jumbled up in his words again. Though this time he had the foresight to keep the jumbling in his head, and not speak out loud, simply nodding in suit with a proud smile.

This Nature… he was clearly the token femboy of this place… if not one of them… if not the most popular one. He HAD to be the most popular one. If there was a more popular one then they'd need to be nothing less than the femboy equivalent of Arceus themself, or the centre of the galaxy, or some kind of hyper-dimensional being of sexy power, or a literal sex goddess…

Despite the natural shape of a Lopunny's frame, Ziggy had always come across, while not remotely masculine, far more boy-ish then the typical member of the species… perhaps it was the fact that he always bore very sharp designs in his contest routines- lighting bolts, stars, the odd triangle pattern. Ironically, it had never really occurred to him much to explore his girly side. Or at least he'd not had much of a chance.

“Anyway, let's get back out there to the customers. I suppose just… follow my lead, look at what I do then… see if you can do it too?"

“Y-Yeah! Yeah, sounds good, let's do it."

With another soft giggle, and what could only be described as the most graceful swaying of hips, Nature began leading Ziggy out of the storage room again, back into the main bar.

The newest employee to join Café Plaisir's ranks was all too eager to move too. His confidence? Assured. Oh yeah, this was going to be a breeze.

* * *

Sweet-motherfucking-Arceus'-miraculous-godly-sparkling-left-buttcheek, this was exhausting!

Looks were deceiving. Battles were still heavy aspect of Pokémon contests where he came from, so Ziggy had the strength and coordination to spare, and more than enough stamina. But this workload couldn't have been taxing on the brain if it tried.

It had started out okay! Ziggy followed after Nature down to the letter, gave a polite bow as he did, he even introduced himself as Cyan… not that many people saw him… everyone saw Nature for the most part.

Not to leave him mistaken, it DID make sense… Ziggy was new here after all, and Nature was, from what he could tell, a downright veteran. Still, it was an unfamiliar feeling to not be the centre of a crowd's attention when putting on his performances… a humbling one, perhaps? Ziggy was trying quite hard to come up with many adjectives for the feeling that didn't involve the words “disappointment" or “envy".

Soon after, however, Nature began letting Ziggy out on his own. It started with five minutes of Ziggy standing awkwardly in the corner as one typically does at parties and such. It dawned very quickly on Ziggy that the term 'waiter', as much of a hidden innuendo as it was, still involved actual 'waiter-ing' for the job to work out.

His primary tactic became going around the tables with people who had no drinks, or empty glasses, offering up fresh drinks and refills respectively. And it worked too! He went back and forth between bar and tables, using his balance to swiftly move drink after drink to table after table. He'd had a few near impacts here and there, saved with a well-timed execution of mobility.

Of course, Nature was still around to keep an eye on him. The envy had mostly faded once they were doing their own thing. Dozi was around too of course, giving his cocky nods as he ferried food on what could only be described as an aircraft carrier of plates, in the form of a garishly large silver platter strapped onto his back. Between that and the way the aprons looked on the ferals, Ziggy gained that afternoon, if nothing else, a profound appreciation for being bipedal in this place.

He'd gotten in some good conversation too, actually. The barman, for one, Jack: He owned the place, as it turned out, which naturally only put a bigger foot of pressure into his ass to do a good job in front of the owner. He seemed nice enough though. And Irish too! This place was beginning to feel like the most multicultural place he'd ever seen. Not that it was necessarily a bad thing, but it was certainly taking getting used to. Zach had been an uncommon exception; Japan wasn't entirely known for its… multiculturalism.

Looking back on it all, the moment it began falling apart a little was, ironically enough, only after he'd built up a micro-reputation for that afternoon. Customers were now giving Ziggy direct eye-contact with raised hands, many of them on their fourth or fifth round already, meaning the raised hands were more like waves of tipsy beckoning- those looking to drink themselves silly. And as the orders came piling on, Ziggy was wanting to join them…

The one thing they never tell you about being a waiter, which Ziggy learned the hard way on this afternoon, was that once you get just one order wrong, it's merely the first decaying particle to set off the chain reaction, as while you're working to rectify that order, everyone else gets just that bit more impatient, thus making you more likely to mix up an order.

Unquestionably, if your mind is swift enough to keep up with your body, it's not too much of an issue… for Ziggy, however? Going back to the nuclear metaphor, it was reaching meltdown.

“H-Heeeey! Cy… Cya… Lopunny… I ordered my cider, like, five minutes ago, what gives?!"

“J-Just a moment sir, I'll be with you in a minute!" Came from a stiffly smiling, though quite obviously sweating Lopunny as he dashed by the thirsty customer and having to furiously negotiate five drinks on a silver platter to a respective group of five who'd sat down not long after the afternoon shift had begun.

“No, it was three ales, two lime and sodas, not three lime and sodas, two ales."

“M-My apologies, I'll get the replacement drink right away!" Ziggy did the best he could to keep his cool as he placed down four of the five drinks, nervously trying to not only dash back to the bar, but take an optimal route to avoid having to pass by 'cider man' a second time. Unfortunately, that meant he was also passing by…

“Heya, didn't you say you were gonna get us a refill a couple of minutes ago?" Came one of two ladies who were on some chairs near the wall, glasses solemnly empty.

“I'll be… riiiight on that, ladies, don't you worry!"

'C-Come on… positive… positive… this is fine, you can still do this, you're just... lagging behind a bit, as all.'

He forged on…

“Where's… my ci... cider… my cider?!"

And on…

“No, a half pint, for Arceus' sake, I'm driving home tonight."

But slowly…

“I want moooore of this, hehehe, this stuffff, is… is gooood, hehehe. Buuuunyyyy, B-Bunnnn, gimme more of thissss!"

The words…

“More of- cider- hey bunny over- no I ordered- ale is kinda flat- where are you going-"

Were merging together…

“pleaserefillmyglassof-ithinkyougotthewrongdrinkto-tenminuteswithoutmyciderwhereisit-andnoonewill-icantthinkof-youkeepforgettingme-andheresanotherthing-youokaythereyoudontlooksogoodziggs-"

Until the meltdown point occurred.

“AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGH! HERE, TAKE THIS FREAKIN CHERI BERRY COCKTAIL AND HAVE A GOOD EVENING, SIR!"

There was a halt in the bar. For a single second, time stretched out to an infinite moment as the world stood silent and still at the Lopunny's outburst. The poor man, who had only just sat down to order his first drink unintentionally became the crumbling salt pillar which the Lopunny's stress stood on. The fact that Ziggy had ceremoniously slammed the glass down onto the table like a valiant Norse warrior probably hadn't aided the shouting.

He stood motionless, tray held out in front of him and shaking a little in those paws. Surveying the room, he could see staff and customers alike returning a hard stare. Most of sympathy, shock, a few looks less empathetic than others, either way he had the room's attention for five soul-crushing seconds. In that time, he looked back down again to the man; the poor thing. He couldn't have been older than twenty-two, and was staring back up rather awkwardly as he sipped the cocktail through a pink crazy-straw.

No face in the room was more distraught than Ziggy's own, however. It was screwed up… he screwed up again. He bowed, bowing like a maverick, like he'd never bowed before, over and over again.

“O-On behalf of Café Plaisir and myself, please accept my deepest apologies sir!"

The man kept sipping through the straw for just a few more seconds. The following gulp was equally cautious, a slow nod coming from the fickle customer. And then… of all things…

“Excuse me Cyan, could yeh come over here a moment."

'Cyan' grew stone cold at those words. Most of the room had gone back to the own business by now, yet it didn't feel remotely that way as Ziggy's turning head confirmed the worst: Jack, with one raised eyebrow came to be the source of the beckoning.

Ziggy's heart sank immediately. Was he really about to get fired on his first day? Never mind that, even if he wasn't about to be fired, his first impressions with EVERYONE had now been ruined. It's what everyone proved on television and real life alike. If you don't impress on the first day, you're doomed to the lowly slums of the workspace hierarchy without that one shot every employee craves to make it to the big leagues. Not that he was planning to stay longer here than the time it took to make his money but… would have been nice at least, right?

Objectively, Jack had a neutral expression, but Ziggy could see only the worst lines in it right at that moment. Cyan's cyan gaze scouted the room for signs of Nature, or Dozi. There they were… heck, Nature was right with the customer he'd blown up in front of, consoling him. A human girl was also there now, also consoling… damnit all… damnit, damnit, damnit, damnit, da-

“Wooooah there… that's it, I've got you." Came the Irish tone again. Ziggy gave a small yelp, snapped out of his own shame to realise he'd almost walked right into the bar. That really would have been it for the Lopunny's shards of dignity. He turned his head up to be greeted with the arms of the Typhlosion reaching across the bar to catch him by the hips. Form this distance, his gaze was more sympathetic, if not in a calm and professional way.

“Are you okay?" Jack said. Not a hint of malice, or motivation beyond a genuine concern. Ziggy locked gaze with his, finding an immense comfort in this right about now. Jack's paws were warm, soothing. It was just enough to make Ziggy's rapid breathing slow down enough to speak properly again.

“I… I screwed up… I screwed up…" His voice was quiet, barely registering among the bar's background noise.

'You screwed it up again, bunny. You always screw up, always, always, always, can't you do anything right in your life?!'

“Shhhh, come on now, chin up." Jack managed to hush his employee before he could work himself up all over again. “Whilst I can't tolerate you speaking to customers that way for no reason, I'm gonna assume there was a reason for it."

Ziggy nodded.

“I can see a trickster a mile away," Jack continued, “and yeh don't seem like the type."

With nothing else to do, he unceremoniously took his seat at the bar. His stubby feet swung idly as he stared down at them, right up until he heard the soft thud and scrape of a tall glass sliding forwards across the polished wooden counter.

“Persim Berry juice with a dash o' whiskey. Nothin' fancy, but it should help take the edge off." Jack was managing a smile now. Ziggy had to appreciate just how much slack he was getting from the big boss of all people. Returning the smile, he muttered a soft 'thank you', before taking a soft sip form the glass.

Oh yeah, that was what he needed right now. The strong taste of spirits brought a distant, familiar comfort to the young bunny. The fact that it was amongst mushed up Persim berry was the main cause for relief, however, as it slowly began having a numbing effect on his confused panic. Perhaps not making him feel much better emotionally- that was the job of the whiskey- but at least drew him into a calmer and clearer state of mind.

“Yeah I just…" He finally spoke. “I dunno. I mean, I'm used to crowds, but… not like this. I'm usually on a stage, planned routine, practiced. Here it's like… improvising constantly. Having to remember so much stuff all at once…"

“Took too much on and it bit yeh in the arse. Rookie mistake." Jack interjected with that, and a soft chuckle. Once again, no malice, certainly not mocking. Ziggy tried for another smile, sipping again from his rustic cocktail. He had to admit… he did feel just a bit better now; enough at least that 'Cyan' spoke up with that softer tone, surer of himself this time.

“As in, everyone makes the mistake?"

Jack nodded, reaching over the counter once again, this time to pat Ziggy's head. “Even me, Cyan. We all start somewhere. Not sayin' what you did today was particularly great but…" Another chuckle, this one even lighter in tone. “Let's just say we've had far worse-off people than you come through our employee influx."

Ziggy nodded, still sipping. Actually, he scarcely took that glass away from his lips as he listened.

“That being said, we don't wanna see that again, yeh? If it becomes too much, don't yeh worry, just come see me or someone else. We're all family here."

“F-Family?" That got the glass away from him. Jack nodded again, one paw reaching out again to nudge on Ziggy's shoulder, urging him to turn around back to the tables.

Nature, who had seemingly calmed down the couple was back to ferrying drinks. And Dozi? Well, that Lycanroc was in fact shoved between the two humans. He couldn't quite tell what he was saying, but by the way he was grinning, staring at the girl particularly, the Lopunny could make a few rough guesses. Either way, that girl was laughing with such amusement, the shyer boy flushed up, softly petting one of Dozi's rocky spikes.

“Yeah, family." Jack continued. “Long as you do the same when the time comes, Plaisir finds a way of helping you find others who'll pick up the pieces when yeh drop the ball."

“Huh…" Ziggy nodded again, going in for another sip. He tilted his glass back further than he expected… much further. In fact, it was completely gone. He'd finished it already? 'Ah well', he supposed, placing the empty glass back down and turning to Jack. If there was any hope to make this salvageable, it would be in his next sentence.

“I… I know I can do well. I just need to-"

“Don't worry about it, Cyan." Jack was back to the other side of the bar, going about pouring a large cider for a nearby waiter. “Stage performance, right? I think I got yeh gig. Come to Captivate this evenin', you'll know what to do."

“O-Okay, yeah, sure!" Ziggy replied.

Jack had already moved on to another customer.

He did feel much better though… even if he did screw up. His small paw slowly traced round the rim of his glass…

“First day on zee job. Never not a bump in zee road, nein?"

Ziggy frowned somewhat, as he heard the human talking to him. Not out of frustration, but more out of failure, and a slight hesitance to try interacting with someone who'd witnessed the blunder. On the other hand, he was still technically on-shift, and he seemed nice enough for Ziggy to turn his head, putting on a braver stage smile. He nodded as soon as he could.

“A-Aaaaha… yeah. Seems that way. This is hard! Harder than I thought it'd be anyway. Apologies for the inconvenience, sir."

The German man laughed a bit, the whole stool had turned to face the Lopunny. His left elbow rested on the bartop with a pose that married open friendliness with the sort of curiosity only attainable by someone in a professional lab coat. Or at least it… seemed professional?

Complete with the goggles around his neck, the neatly-cut facial hair and a quirky caramel-coloured waistcoat, the human seemed to Ziggy more like someone cosplaying as a scientist more than anyone with an actual degree. Not that it didn't look interesting.

“Ohohoho, think nothing of it, little Schlapor. Zee display vas a bright burst of energy zat brought all of zee bar to zeir halting."

“Yeaaaah… And honestly, I'm trying to forget it happened…" Ziggy said, half rejecting the complement, half wishing for another drink to really help him forget it.

“Vhy vould you ever vant to deny such a sight of strength?" His right hand, gestured with his large beer mug, still half full and attached to his hand like it were made of industrial glue. “So, you blew your top, big whoop, I say. A little bit of fire vorks nicely vith zee tomboy thing you have going on."

A paw twitched.

Ziggy blinked. He blinked again.

“D-Did you say tomboy?" He interjected before the human could go on.

“Ja, tomboy: You know, a girl who tends to display more traditionally masculine traits, based off zee traditional and cultural stereotypes of how zee roles of males und females are-"

“I'M NOT A-… A-Aaaah… I'm not…" Ziggy twitched again… his laugh was somewhere between amusement and frustration… “I'm just… having an off time, usually I'm far less… fire and stuff…"

“Vait… so… hang on…" The man paused again… he leaned in closer. “Are you a boy or a girl?"

Ziggy blinked again. Laughed again, harder this time. He couldn't tell if this was supposed to be taken as insulting or not, but the Lopunny did his best to focus on the hilarity of the situation. The German was very blunt, but Ziggy could at least appreciate forwardness.

“I'm a booooy!" He finally said after calming his laughing… his rather girlish laughing. The first of the whiskey had definitely began settling in. Being a normal-type, Ziggy had an abundance of constitution to hold down liquor, though that was to say nothing about how easily affected by the alcohol he was. Even he had to admit that his snickers did come off rather girlish at times.

“Vell forgive my confusion, Cyan, vas it? You certainly could have fooled me. You have quite zee feminine charm about you."

“Huh… is that so?" With another giggle, 'Cyan' started to play it up a little. It wasn't all that difficult for him to raise the pitch of the way he spoke, especially with how thin a Lopunny's neck was. As he began overplaying the girly voice, Ziggy himself turned around to face the human, right arm wrapped around one of those huge hanging ears. His stage smile got just a little more genuine.

“Oh ja. For sure. Perhaps it is simply zee vay you present yourself, or speak. Heh, honestly it might just be zee way Schlapor like you look in general, a delightful look. Small, curvy, vonderful ears!"

“Oh yeah?" Ziggy, raising one eyebrow, began holding his ear closer. They were soft, weren't they? Kind of messy… but still soft enough. They had made for excellent pillows in the car journey.

“What about you, sir? Might I ask about the goggles and the lab coat? Forgive my bluntness but… it doesn't seem like the average clothing." Hey, if this man could be straight-forward, Cyan was going to get in there.

“Baaaah, who needs average. Zees is my own personal uniform! Well, zee lab coat is anyway, ahahah. Zee goggles are my own personal touch."

“Uniform? So, you're a real scientist then?" Ziggy perked up again, along with his ears.

The German man finally leaned up from his left elbow, a surprisingly soft hand outstretched towards the rabbit.

“Professor Edmund Spruce PhD, but most just call me Eddie."

Ziggy, finally smiling for real, met that hand with his own left paw. And this time, Ziggy was careful to use a softer grip… just as well, too: The man, larger as he was, was gentle to the touch.

“My name is Cyan. A pleasure to have you here at Café Plaisir, Eddie-sir." He stumbled over the name, trying to avoid saying 'san'.

“Shall vee order another drink? My treat."

That was all Ziggy needed.

* * *

“Ooooh, do go oooon, hehehe."

The lady leaned in closer… Sally, her name was, with a rich Californian accent. She was the picture of sunny, bright blonde hair, a pair of turquoise-grey eyes and a clothing colour scheme that would look more at home in a pantomime play. And Dozi had been very much entertaining her.

“Oh, it's such a loooong story now. Heheh, you wouldn't want to hear it all, I'm sure."

Dozi had his front perched on that table, secured right between Sally and her boyfriend, Ethan. Ethan, who he had spent some time calming down after Ziggy's little outburst, was another matter altogether. He constantly looked down, bearing matt black hair which hung down to obscure his eyes somewhat. He was shorter than Sally too, and Dozi suspected he was just a few years younger.

“Ooooh, but I doooo! I want to know all of the trouble a huge, bad wolf like you has caused~"

Sally was the only one speaking… understandable under the circumstances.

Plaisir catered to a wide variety of tastes… and whilst this couple were publicly monogamous, Ethan was apparently a massive cuck, and took great joy from seeing Sally cheat on him with other men. Supposedly they had come to Plaisir because Sally cheating on him with a feral Pokémon of all things would, as Ethan had put it when Dozi was initially ordered, 'Absolutely complete him'.

And on a more personal note, whilst that Lycanroc never really got the whole 'cuck' thing, he was all too happy to be right up to an excitable human girl, and to continue in their back and forth of cheesy pickup lines and over-the-top flirtation to the point of joyous cringe. The 'Wolf of Manhattan' took little shame in staring down at the braless open top she wore as they spoke.

“Oh darlin', why tell you all the bad, bad things I've done when I could just show you?"

“O-Ooooh my…" Sally began leaning down towards Dozi, two hands running gently through the warmth of his head, stroking behind the ears to elicit a more pleasured murr from him. “Hear that, Ethan? This Lycanroc wants to show me how bad he can be…"

Ethan did nothing but shrink down even more… by the way he sat, hands on lap, nothing about him spoke of any form of confidence. But in that flushed up face, eyes obscured, one was able to make out the wide and wobbly smile.

“Heh, sounds like yer boyfriend is shy." Dozi didn't even flinch, leaning in has he was stroked, right against that chest, without doubt on the high end of DD-Cup. Playing off it as innocently as possible, Sally casually leaned back into her chair, only using one hand now to hold the Lycanroc's head right against her bust.

“Ooooh, don't mind him… he never pleases me… I get soooo in need of some real satisfaction sometimes… I hate to own up to such a thing but… I'd even take it from a DOG if I could."

“That so, huh?" Dozi, leaning up further, was grinning like the total pervert he was asked to be, as his tail began swiftly swishing at the words. “Sounds like you're in damn need of some relief, huh…"

“More than anything!" Sally lowered her own head, closer to Dozi… staring down at that pseudo wild Pokémon, the way she grinned was even more perverted than Dozi's was, and her voice had gone from bright and sunny right to mischievous and more than a little bit sinister. “Hear that, Ethan? I might just choose a DOG over YOU to SLEEP WITH tonight…"

“A-Aaaah…" It was the closest thing to speaking Ethan had gotten all evening, and it was barely audible. Sally made a quick inspection, her smile fading for just a moment… checking if Ethan was indeed enjoying this… sure enough, he had shuffled himself further forwards in order to obscure the small, damp bulge his trousers were now branded with. Sally's smile returned with a vengeance.

“Actually… I gotta ask. What was with that Lopunny before?" She glanced back to Dozi, who tilted his head at the question, either that or he was burying his head further into that cleavage… probably both.

“What about him, ma'am?"

“Ethan didn't do anything to upset him, did he? That shouting was… damn unexpected from a dainty li'l Pokémon like that."

“O-Oh yeah… well… you see…" The wolf took a harder stare downwards… there was a pause of long through… but slowly his grin returned, as he stared back up. Both paws now reached up, not so subtly around one of those breasts as he spoke with a deeper, gruffer tone. “Cyan over there is way intense… he's wild, almost as wild as me! He's so bursting with energy and aura that sometimes he can't even hold it in. He's a real crowd-catcher I'll tell ya now. Best pole-dancer in Captivate too. Heck he might just be the second best lay here!"

“Mmmm? Second-best?"

* * *

The minutes ticked by… a few hours, even. It wasn't easy to tell. But Ziggy had at least picked up on who this Professor Spruce guy was. If his tale was to be believed, Eddie was straight out of Munich University. A close studier of Pokémon, with a Doctorate in Pokémon research and a Bachelors in Physics and Biology, studying in the USA with another Professor under the name of Professor Maple. it was all very awe-inspiring… that is, if Ziggy was able to follow along.

What began as friendly conversation quickly dissolved into Eddie droning on more and more about concepts that the Lopunny completely lost track of… psychic networks, the space-time manipulation of Pokéballs… all interesting in principal, but nothing Ziggy could quite understand, no matter how passionately the German scientist spoke.

He knew it was a little selfish of him, and not that Eddie wasn't a genuinely fun person to talk to, but Ziggy couldn't deny that a lot of why he was listening to the Professor was so he didn't have to go back to face the drinks… still, he had managed to get a word in here and there:

“But enough about me… vat is zee story of little Cyan?"

“M-Me? Oh… Well…" He sat up suddenly, taken out of his trance by the fresh question, a personal question.

“Well… I used to battle in Pokémon contests under the name of Ziggy. Rather good at it actually." He said, sitting up from the slump he'd put himself into. “But now I work here at Plaisir, so I can save up enough money to live in a fancy tropical country!"

“Aaaah, vonderful. High dreams, indeed. On a quest to gain riches and live in resort lands afar. Zat is zee thing which makes you happy in this life?"

“Happy?" For the briefest moment, Ziggy paused. “Uhhhh, yeah! Yeah I guess it will!"

“Hmmmm. Vell, I vish you zee best of luck, Cyan Schlapor."

“Yeah, thanks!" Ziggy giggled again, lifting his third drink. Beer. He wasn't all too fond of the taste initially, but drinking what his customer was also drinking seemed to help break the ice. And the more he drank, it seemed to grow on him a bit. Still leagues behind sake, but it'd do.

“What about you, if you don't mind me asking? Do you… have an end-goal for your research?" He asked in a last-ditch effort to make sense of Eddie's previous ramblings.

“Ooooh, ja, jaaaa!" Eddie perked up as well. Ziggy was amazed at how much he'd gotten out of that beer mug. Jack had refilled it at least four times, and that was only when Ziggy had been there. Not that Eddie didn't look rather tipsy by now, but under the circumstances he was holding up miraculously. To that end, Eddie was glancing left and right, leaning towards the Lopunny, waving his hand for Ziggy to do the same.

“I am here at Plaisir vith my colleague to study first-hand zee relationships between humans and Pokémon at its most primal. Frau Maple has research to suggest zat a place like zees might just be zee lead to solving von of zee greatest mysteries of zee modern era."

“Greatest mysteries?" Finally, something which perked the Lopunny's interest… a good mystery. Not that he'd taken the time to pick up many mystery novels or watch many mystery television shows but… hey, he was an enthusiast!

“Zee event which took place around fifteen years ago, zat gave Pokémon zee ability to universally learn to speak as humans do. Zee event which vould lead to zee liberation of Pokémon everyvhere. Its origin, its cause, zey still remain unknown. But vee have a possible lead zat might just lead us to an answer."

“Wooooah… no kidding!" Ziggy found a new sense of awe, if not respect for the scientist, staring upwards with softer eyes and a more perky smile… he really was rather short compared to the average human, especially Eddie who was taller than the average.

“But… wait… you're finding it by having sex with Pokémon and observing how Pokémon have sex?"

“Vell… it… aaaahahah…" Spruce was leaning back again, scratching behind his head more nervously and trying for another laugh. “It is complicated. But I quite assure you, all of our research is completely legitimate." Eddie took another larger gulp from his beer mug, rather quickly, maintaining eye-contact.

“Riiiight… just like how those goggles are totally legitimate science equipment."

“Hey! Do not mock zee goggles, zey do things you vouldn't even imagine!" Eddie boasted, holding his mug down again.

“Yeaaaah?" Ziggy replied, just that little bit tipsier then the human. “Proooove it!"

“I-I uhhhh…" Eddie finally broke contact from Cyan's expectant gaze. “I do not vant to, as all."

“Heeeeh, okay 'Professor Eddie-San' I believe you." Ziggy leant forwards with a more mischievous grin. The pitch of his voice had risen even further… okay, he had to admit, he did sound quite a bit like a girl now. Fortunately, Eddie was taking just as much amusement in the situation.

“Vell, I am just as much a legitimate scientist as I am sure von like yourself is a legitimate vorld-famous contest star!"

“Ooooh, playing that game, huh?"

“That I am, little Schlapor." He laughed it off once again. They both did, in fact, albeit only for a few seconds. The excitement seemed to naturally die down after that, but it was closed off by the professor raising his glass one final time towards the Lopunny, returning the direct eye-contact.

“Prost, a toast, to totally legitimate professions!"

Ziggy nodded, smiling and staring back as the bottom of their beer mugs gave a hearty clink.

“Totally legitimate professions."

The rest of the shift consisted mostly of more idle chatter with Spruce, before he took to clearing up some more empty drinks to Jack. At least that he could do without having to worry about orders and customer needs; simply haul objects from one place to another and clear up. Easy.

Befriending a potential customer had also put the spring back in his step, and he was gonna prove himself properly soon in Captivate.

Captivate, as it had turned out from questioning Jack some more, was further into the building. A sort of pole-dance, stage-space strip-club-style bar, and central hub for some of the lewder activities.

Ziggy hadn't ever pole danced before… but performing was definitely his forte, and he'd done contests in all kinds of stages and arenas. It would almost certainly be a breeze, and not like last time where it would be a breeze, this time he just knew it would work, because he had already proven he could do it!

When the time eventually came for the afternoon shift to end, Dozi was still with the human couple. All three of them were laughing now… that quiet boy even seemed to be engaging, at least a small bit. Ziggy opted to leave Dozi to his work. He did, however, have one other person he wanted to check in with.

Nature was politely bowing to a Machoke, empty tray held against his apron in perfect fashion. It was just after he'd began walking back to the bar that Ziggy finally caught his attention, as the Lopunny stood against the wall right next to the double doors. The slender Lucario, as short as the Lopunny was, soon made his way over, standing next to him there as they both faced out to the rest of the main bar.

“Are… you okay, Ziggy?" He spoke not soon after settling down, turning to face him with a failed smile which quickly broke down into a soft stare of concern.

“I dunno what happened… I just sorta… everything went blurry, and I stopped understanding what everyone was saying. But I'm okay now though! I had a drink or two, talked to a human customer and stuff."

“Yeah…" Nature smiled weakly again, but even Ziggy could tell something was eating away at the femboy. “Usually we have psychics to deal with this stuff, assign tasks to everyone. I-I'm sorry that this first experience with us wasn't a good one."

“H-Huh?" The Lopunny suddenly glanced up again. He saw only now the way Nature saw him. The sadness almost broke the bunny's heart! Surely Nature didn't think it was their fault?!

“N-No, no, it's my fault, I just… you know, got clumsy. Messed up a couple of orders and it just kinda… y-you know…"

The Lucario shook his head firmly. “No, I should have been looking out for you, I was given responsibility of making sure you were properly inducted, and I lost tabs on you."

Ziggy was dumbfounded at the guilt Nature looked like he was going through. Surely the guilt was Ziggy's own, wasn't he the one who screwed up here?

“You can't be serious… eheh, you're like a super waiter out there, you got it all right. It just overwhelmed me a bit, that's all. It's my first time ever working in somewhere so busy."

Nature, still looking unsure of themself, only responded with a nod to begin with, before continuing.

“Well, it was my first time being given a new waiter to help train… and I didn't do that, even despite me being able to serve the customers."

“Guess we both messed up in a way, huh…" Ziggy said out loud, though he had meant to only think that one… Mercifully, this got nothing more than another nod from Nature, and even managed to make them smile a little too in the process! So, there was that at least.

“I have to go now… but if you ever want somewhere to quiet down, head into the inner gardens and look for me, okay?" With a brief, bashful kiss on Ziggy's cheek, Nature went on. “I'd, you know… like to get to know you better, if you like."

By now, Ziggy, or rather 'Cyan' could do nothing but return that same smile. It stayed as Nature left with a final wave, leaving Ziggy alone for his brief respite.

“Okay…" Ziggy spoke, quietly, and to himself. “So, the whole 'busy waiter' thing ended with unexpected side-effects, that's fine! It wasn't an ordinary day, after all, thus wasn't completely my fault. No one was mad at me, they got more help, everything was sorted, no harm done. Yeah, yeah this is okay." At least okay enough that Ziggy put on his brave face, striding through a set double doors, out into the hallway, and was immediately slammed up against one of the walls by the familiar sight (and smell) of the scruffy Lycanroc.

“ZIGGS!"

Ziggy was taken back, both mentally and literally as he came to his senses, pinned against the wall by Dozi's forepaws.

“H-Hey, Dozi. Don't worry, I'm okay, I just-"

“Right don't get mad but I may or may not have told two customers that you're one of the best pole dancers in Captivate."

Ziggy barely had time to process being pinned before he started to struggle processing the rapid-fire words of the wolf…

“W-Wha-"

“And also again don't get mad but I might have said you're performing there tonight."

“Doz-"

“And I didn't know this but it turns out they're actually kinda popular among some waiters and customers and they've gone out and told people and so people are beginning to expect you to show."

“B-But Dozi, I-"

“And so I tried to get them to keep it on the hush hush about the whole thing but by then they had already told a few people and those people have told a few other people and-"

“Dozi-"

“I mean it's not like you have a massive crowd waiting at least I don't think so but it's a fair group and-"

“DOZI!" Ziggy finally burst out, tensing up with a pulse of frustration that shook the local area. The Lycanroc suddenly shifted back, allowing the Lopunny some room to move again.

“I AM ALREADY PERFORMING AT CAPTIVATE ANYWAY!"

The two Pokémon stood in the hallway in silence after that, one of them panting far harder than the other for half a minute, recovering from the outburst.

“Y-Ya… Ya already performing there…" Dozi's tail swished about for a moment. “Well uhhhh… great! Aha, great stuff, contest bunny. Knock 'em dead. Forget I said anything. Not like you're short on money anyway."

“Wait… what did you even mean by what you-"

“Anyway-gotta-go-take-care-of-two-customers-now-so-can't-stay-good-luck-see-ya!"

Dozi scampered off again just as quickly as he'd arrived… so… that was a thing, he supposed.

It mattered not, either way. Ziggy was not about to slow his progress for the sake of a random encounter. The door to Captivate lay ahead, a door on his right.

'You should feel lucky you're getting a second chance… better not waste it.'

He agreed with himself profusely… And headed in.

* * *

Jump! Twirl! Dance! Grind! Jump! Twirl! Dance! Grind! Twirl! Jump! Grind! Or… wait, was that right? Grind the pole again! Just to be sure!

Captivate. The evening shift.

The grand hall-like room bore a stage on the back wall, the entrance on the front, the bar on the right and little private booths to the final left wall. Stretching out form the stage to the middle of the room was a polished walkway, decorated with a stainless-steel pole which reached up to the ceiling. Below the raised platform stage lay a vast array of tables and chairs, all very purposefully directed towards the central pole. Lines of sight? Optimal. Crowds? Almost full. Stage left had a Blaziken on piano and an Ursaring on saxophone, kicking out a background blues. And the only dancer on the pole was a stubby Glaceon.

A tiny thing, even compared to fellow Glaceon, rounded at the limbs, even the flat tassels which made up her tail and dangled either side of her head, even the proud icy crown her species wore, none of it bore a sharp edge. Most rounded of all, however, was her smile. It lit up her whole figure, which itself seemed to twinkle in the stage lights from tiny ice crystals forming on her torso. She stared down at her audience, many of whom were a healthy mix of humans and various assortments of Pokémon. Even a few waiters had stopped to see the little Eeveelution present herself in all her glory.

On the note of presenting one's self, her feral crotch was what twinkled the most. Like an iridescent sapphire of perfection nestled between two plump hind limbs, it was the real star of the show, femjuices frozen at the surface to make it shine in lustful brilliance.

Pruina, her name was. And she showed herself off with the most fun-loving, innocent, if not bashfully prideful smile.

After waving her flank around just a small bit more, relishing in the attention it granted her every time she showed her glazed spade off to the public, she went back to her usual rhythms around the pole… Jump! Twirl! Dance! Grind! Jump! Twirl! Dance! Grind! Jump! Grind! Twirl... Grind?

“Heeeey! Excuse me up there?"

Pruina's attention was suddenly halted again. Someone calling out to her! A new friend? A willing customer? Those huge navy-blue eyes pinpointed the source of the call.

*

Ziggy had no idea where to start… after about five minutes of nosing around Captivate, he'd seen everything he needed to. The stage space was small, and the pole platform which extended outwards was even smaller. But he was gonna make this work! He had to make this work.

With no more excuses for delay, he called up towards the only one on the pole.

“Heeeey! Excuse me up there?"

The Glaceon swiftly turned herself to face Ziggy. He'd seen her from behind… a beautiful set of curves, and she was equally as adorable from the front as she was adorable… well… showing off her behind.

“Helloooo!" The Glaceon called out. Her voice was high, squeaky almost… but not in a painful way. A soft of child-like innocence she projected in her look, carried over to the light tones she provided in her voice. “May I be helping you tonight mister Lopunny sir?"

Aside from the definition of adorable, her voice was far too quiet to hear over the sounds of piano, saxophone and crowd-chatter. Only his ear size compensated, just about making out the words before heading on closer, right up to the wall of the raised platform. It was only about metre high, but for a Lopunny this was still fairly sizable… even moreso for the tiny Glaceon, he could only imagine.

“Yeah! My name's Cyan, I'm new here!" Even at this range, he felt the need to call over the rest of the people, a few of whom got just a bit louder as Pruina had stopped her routine to speak to Ziggy. “I'm here to perform on the pole with you, I think!"

“Pole with me?!" Pruina's face lit up again. That smile was just precious… she let out the smallest mewing noise, bouncing on the spot. “Yes! Yes! I am called Pruina! You can be coming up here and we shall dance together, yes!"

Huh… that easy? Well, Ziggy certainly wasn't complaining. He gave the pole another inspection… not bad… it'd make for good grip if nothing else- He could even climb it if he wanted to be super fancy.

The crowd got louder still… Ziggy knew the patterns all too well. They were getting restless. They demanded entertainment.

“Well, we'd better not keep them waiting then!"

He took in a deep breath, threw off that apron, and shut his eyes.

'Swift… Ice Beam… Fire Punch… Thunderbolt…'

He leapt.

Sure enough, even with eyes closed, he'd timed the jump to perfectly cling onto that pole with arms and legs. And, with eyes still closed, hearing the crowd begin to cheer in victory, he let through a slow, methodical breath…

'Used in unison, these will be the key to my victory… The stage is set… the crowd is waiting… it's showtime!'

When Ziggy's eyes opened once more, the world around him was new in perception. While the Lopunny was still on that pole in that strip club hall, what he visualised was a pole of ice stretching up to the heavens in a vast arena… hundreds, no thousands were now cheering. There beside him was a Glaceon, staring up awe-stricken. This would be their finest double-act!

Ziggy, no… Cyan slid down the pole, holding on with only a wrapped, thick thigh and a closed paw, down to the Glaceon with his stage smile. It was low, soft, more seductive than he'd usually have it, but under the circumstances…

“Let the show begin!"

That definitely got a cheer from the crowd! Oh yeah… he was in his natural habitat now. He'd have those customers eating out of both their paws in no time. Sure enough, Pruina nodded immediately, crawling around to face Cyan, both of them staring back towards each other, both their plump rumps reaching outwards as they faced the pole.

Pruina had herself perched up onto her hind legs, still shorter than Cyan, but swaying her hips in time to the three-four blues beat emanating from the corner of the hall. He soon began mirroring it, putting a bit of bounce in his swing, which then Pruina mirrored in return. The slow build-up lead into both of them dipping their whole bodies up and down with each way, those two girly flanks dropping with each moment, giving the perfect little juggle as they raised again. No routine, no setup, no plan, yet they were already improvising together like pros. All according to plan.

“So…" Cyan was finally able to talk normally at this range, the privacy of the conversation mostly assured by the crowd's cheers and chatter. “You're a waiter too, then?"

“Hehe, yes! I am working mainly on the shift of evening, but I am also working other shifts when I am not tired, so I can earn extra!"

“Extra pay for working extra shifts?" Cyan shifted his right foot, slowly pirouetting around the pole anti-clockwise. The young Glaceon quickly caught on, moving with him. “Useful to know… useful to know…"

“The paying is less from extra shifts and more gotten from the customers I am attracting for being available for more hours, heh." Pruina took initiative again; her hind legs wobbled, but she managed to get herself almost completely upright against the pole before she leaped with all the grace of the most pedigree housecat onto that pole. Both her forelimbs and hind limbs wrapped tightly for security. Cyan saw the more lustful smirk she had, still managing to remain youthful and playful, as she started to slowly shuffle up the pole in feline fashion.

In response, the Lopunny slowly slid downwards, gradually to a kneeling position. In his mind's eye, Pruina had soared upwards, using her ice element to ride the ice pole dozens of feet above, in actuality her dribbling sex lay just above his head… He at least saw the juices trickling down the pole… as did the crowd. The first few drips landed right on his nose, as the crowd saw also... Clearly, Cyan was dealing with a professional-

“Gaaaah!" His attention snapped, and he saw the hall of captivate again. He felt something… between his butt cheeks?

With a confused twist of his torso, Cyan turned down behind him. The lights made it just a little difficult to make out detail up on that stage, but that lab coat and goggles could be recognised form a mile off. Eddie gave a low cheer, reclining back into his seat again after placing that thing between Cyan's cheeks. Retrieving it revealed the item to be paper… not just paper, but money! A whole twenty-dollars! Hardly a fortune… but a more than generous tip, he thought, for swinging his butt around.

He turned back again to that pole… holding that slip of cash in one paw, it was starting to dawn on him just how much everyone stared at himself and Pruina. They were similar to the look he'd get in contests, but not quite. Perhaps it was the fact there were fewer, and they were closer, perhaps it was the fact that Cyan was teasing the sight of what lay between his rear cheeks. Either way, they were nothing but encouraging.

“Hey, your first money!" Pruina, still clinging to that pole, stared down with the same pure smile… pure Pruina… there was probably a pun in there somewhere. Cyan wasn't considering such things for too long.

“Yeah! My first… money?" Cyan bit his lip for a moment. Was it rude to ask about the way she spoke? Probably… maybe? As his hips began bouncing once again to the music, he rose up to a standing point, front pressed more up against that pole. It was colder now, and more than a little bit coated in dribbling liquid from that ice-type. He saw the eager, watchful eyes of everyone… the liquid glistened, and he could just about hear through the noise the encouragement to go in for a lick.

It was usually a smart idea not to lick stripper poles of any kind… but there and then, Cyan was all too eager to give the crowd what they wanted, tongue met with an icy embrace as he slowly traced his thin tongue up the pole.

He'd never tasted the juices of a girl before… not ever… the first noteworthy thing was how different it was to male cum's taste. Cyan had expected a taste similar to precum… and granted, it was slightly similar, but this had far more of a tang to it, a musty sharpness. It was almost enough to make him coil back, especially with how chilled it also was. He held his nerve, however… as overpowering as the taste was, it was far from unpleasant.

The crowd were eating it up, either way. Cyan could just about spot a few more loose notes flying onto the stage from other random directions. As he kept shuffling his way up that pole, managing to swallow down half the juices, his gaze glided right past that crotch… A small, slightly puckered feral spade, engorged, sticking outwards to openly show off an entry point. He'd seen porn videos before here and there showing a feral female… but he'd never been able to figure them out completely.

Come to think of it, he couldn't figure out Pruina's accent either… not at all. Not even a loose guess. It certainly wasn't American. But that was all he could figure out.

“So, anyway. Where do you come from?" Cyan, now at eye-level to Pruina, began improvising, as his paws slowly brushed down his sides, tracing the outline of those curved hips… the corner of his eye spied a five-dollar bill fly onto the stage surface…

“Waaaay up North!" With deliberate timing, Pruina timed the word 'waaaay' with her next move. Her forepaws letting go of the pole, her whole body fell backwards. Cyan took note of how she'd actually frozen her hind legs to the pole such that she was able to freely dangle upside down, back to the pole. Her face, and more notably, her sex, were now both freely facing out to her half of the crowd, eliciting another cheer. “And where are you coming here from?"

“J-Japan." He replied, meaning to say more, but slightly caught off guard by that move she just pulled… that's a thing which pole dancers can do?! Cyan might have had the talent on stage, but Pruina had evident experience on the pole. It was just like with Nature… she was graceful, elegant… well-practiced.

Her forepaws reached behind her again, grabbing the pole near the base. Just as quickly as she'd used her ice to stick herself to the pole, did she unstick herself again, this time her hind quarters dexterously falling down to leave her in the position she started out in: two bulbous ass cheeks waving themselves to wooing customers, a tiny chest pressed up against the icy, slightly dripping pole. Such cuteness… and damn, if that hind wasn't just…

“Ahhhh!" Cyan gasped!

“Wooooh!" The crowd had risen!

There it was… a pink tip from that swollen sheath of his… it pressed right up against the pole… Cyan could pick up the faint smell of Pruina's lust over said pole by now, and It smelled about the same as it tasted. Musty as it was, there was something oddly refreshing about it too, something he could only assume was an emergent property of an ice-type.

It'd made him far more aroused than he'd first assumed. The performance had all but distracted him from his own rising excitement down below, his semi-erect, semi-canine shaft now half on display…

He looked out to the crowds again. Many of them had averted their gaze from Cyan's face. Of course, there was a fair proportion who were there for Pruina, that was expected from the start, but the vast majority of his own audience now perversely held their stares over that tingling flesh.

It was plentiful in variation… Cyan could pick out each and every little group. A group of ladies and one particularly camp human male towards a front row, all whispering to each other incessantly. The back row had a small group of Pokémon, an Ampharos and a Machamp, a Dragonite too, though from this distance it was impossible to tell if it was Sulev or not. They too seemed to have this groaning cheer to them.

The only one who stared in silence was a man in the corner. A tall human male, with a slender build, complete with an ash grey newsboy cap. He seemed to be smiling slightly, but once again it was difficult to tell at this distance, and especially with the stage lights directed right at him.

All of a sudden, things began to feel different, and new. Even though he was usually as naked as one could get, he still felt like all those eyes were undressing him. It took more than a moment or two of sudden stillness to try and question to himself if this feeling was a good one or a bad one…

The answer quickly came, in the form of someone else's question. Pruina wrapped her forelegs around that pole ever closer.

“Heheeee… be you wanting to give these customer people a REEEEAL show?"

* * *

“AAAAH-HAAAAH-HAAAAH… F-Fuck…! Smelly wild stray dog! Pleasuring me more than he ever could!"

Sally wrapped her legs ever closer into Dozi, coming down from her third orgasm already… damn, she was nigh insatiable! Frankly, It almost made Dozi truly believe that she wasn't getting sexual satisfaction from her boyfriend; At this rate she'd out-do him in stamina, and he'd never live that one down!

Upon the wall where Captivate's main entrance was, there lay a staircase to a proud balcony, allowing for even more viewer space, as well as one of the many accesses to the second floor. For, beyond this wall of Captivate, with soundproof windows to view all that was going on, four private rooms were situated. One of them contained the couple, and the Lycanroc.

The space they were in was rather snug for three people, but more than enough room for the human girl to lay there on her back, enveloped in the warm, thick curls of Dozi's pelt. Sprawled out, she took up the most room, with Dozi a close second. It had worked out for the better in the end, it seemed, that the human male seemed to even enjoy being made to go to the side-lines and get comfy in an awkward position… was it that he enjoyed being a waste of space? Baaaah… weird cuck people and their… cuckiness… why did they always get the hotties?

Still, he held true to his deal. His signature animalistic fucking, not forming a single word, not even uttering his own species name if he could help it. Mostly heavy panting, with some scuffling, sniffing, and the occasional snarl for good measure. Dozi rammed that knot up against her in heavy succession, the noises of his motions far more slippery than he was used to in a human, she was producing nearly as much lubricating fluids as a Vaporeon! This only gave him the opportunity to go full force, however. She certainly wasn't complaining about it.

Then there was Ethan… whilst Dozi and Sally would occasionally glance out to Captivate, where Ziggy and Pruina were… well, they were having fun. Ethan, on the other hand, had a dull stare locked onto his girlfriend and the respective wolf, still partially obscured by hair. His wobbly smile remained as his five-inch length was pumped up and down nice and slowly… Dozi could tell, he was making himself edge, over and over, stopping just before orgasm, a sticky layer of precum dribbling down the base of his cock.

Dozi was brought back to attention by his customer before long, however. Sally's arms began wrapping tightly around his neck, almost making him yelp out. Fighting to maintain concentration, his rapid thrusts kept on going, that knotted flesh tense, with the sparsely-placed network of softly pulsating veins 'for her pleasure'.

It was undeniable. Dozi just loved to dominate two-legged creatures. Something about being that wild stray who steals the prissy superiority from bipeds? Humans especially… damn humans. He relished every moment he dominated their smooth asses. Whilst he did prefer the feeling of fur against fur, there was definitely something to be said about bare skin, and just how easily Dozi's claws were latching so effortlessly into bare skin, burying his canine shaft right up through the flesh of his customer at the same time. Warm, wet, and squeezing around his cock, it only encouraged him to use her more and more.

“Y-You're holding back!~" The woman glared up to him, in desperation. She had an intense look about her, eyelids squinted together, before widening again, her gaze locking the wolf down just as much as her limbs were. “Haaaah… Knot my pussy, knot my pussy and show my pathetic boyfriend what a real cock can do! HAAAAH!"

There came the cucking again. Dozi had to admit, whilst it did nothing for him sexually, it was generally amusing to witness. He could only imagine the sort of kinky shit they'd be able to get up to with that sort of relationship… Hey, if it made them both happy, he supposed. Arceus knew it was making Dozi happy. And now he had the green light for a good knotting?

Finally, the REAL fun could begin…

* * *

“Hehe, we can let the REAL fun begin…"

Cyan stared uncomfortably downwards, his attention from the crowd broken by a mischievously-beaming Pruina… leaning against that pole, she was already one step ahead of her own question, turning the tables as she'd put herself eye-level with his crotch this time.

“Are you… sure? I dunno if there are rules against- Aaaah!" Cyan's eyes shut… he made possibly the girliest squeal the feminine Lopunny had made all night; those ears of his, usually perkier and higher than the average member of the species, dropped down almost completely by his sides, the ends almost touching the floor. The feeling of that cool tongue, mixed with the ever-so-slightly rough texture of Pruina's tiny tongue created yet another point of heightened stimulation as she slowly licked up Cyan's pseudo-knot.

Wobbling a little, he had to lean forwards with his thighs pressed together, kept stable only by wrapping his arms around that stripper pole. Daring to open one eye again, mostly oblivious to just how much he was blushing, he saw the rest of the crowd again… people and Pokémon alike watching it all unfold, cheering the two of them on, even now… and those stares… even more perverted than before…

THIS WAS NOTHING LIKE A POKÉMON CONTEST AT ALL!

This was… this was… Cyan didn't know exactly what THIS was, but he was completely unprepared for it, whatever it was. His attention went back to Pruina, another embarrassed draw of breath coming as he felt her tongue gliding up the base of his growing length, right up to his tip, Pruina's tongue giving an expert flick right as she came upon the tapered end.

“Ooooh… Cyan… you are the most wonderfulest taste on my tongue…" Pruina, eyes going just a little bit heavy, had one of her paws pressed into Cyan's thigh, the other one frozen to the pole to keep her steady. She went in for another long-drawn-out lick, the Lopunny squealing softly again… then the cycle repeated itself, the small Glaceon becoming ever more invasive with her short feline muzzle pressing right into that now stiff flesh of his, coating the whole underside in saliva as best as she could.

It was utterly crippling… Zach had toyed with Cyan's length before, sure. Even sucked it once or twice out of curiosity. But Pruina? That poor rabbit was dealing with a good few years of expertise, using her ice nature to its full advantage. Never once did the cold interfere with his pleasure, or inhibit his erection, instead it was focused at just the right points to make his usually sensitive length several times more sensitive, and then some! With each lick came ripples of fresh tingles throughout his nerves, all the way through his flesh and up into his abdomen.

Naturally, it wasn't long before precum was pushing its way out, which the Glaceon was immediate to lap away at with that tongue of hers. And from there, it was the next logical step for her muzzle to wrap snugly around that tip… interestingly enough, she kept only to the tip to begin with, her tongue flicking up and down, the soft sounds of suckling and gulping marrying perfectly with the soft stare she had going on… it remained pure and innocent- A feat which, whilst one had a dick in their mouth, was not all too easy to attain.

Cyan didn't need to be a genius to figure out his cute charm was having influence on her. It was something he recognized in the way she looked, the way she moved. Infatuation which bore into the subconscious. Fluctuating aura. But the biggest visual give-away was that the more she pressed against him, the more she seemed to stop noticing that they were still very much surrounded by people. Quakes of pleasure she shot through him were just barely enough to distract him from those looks at first, but it wasn't long before he was facing them, with only one eye open.

“E-Everyone is staring, P-Pruina…! mmmmph…" He held one paw to his mouth, trying to suppress a moan… Cyan, who'd leaped onto that stage so boldly, was now melting from the most minimal of stimulation, in maximum context. Cyan quickly shut his eyes tight again, coiling up in embarrassment. And the more she coiled up in embarrassment, the more the crowd cheered the two of them on. The more the cheers encouraged Pruina's actions, the more ashamed he felt. The more ashamed he felt…

That cock twitched again… his thin bump of a knot complemented the rest of his cock shape. Lengthwise, it was actually pretty decent. Easily matching the average human. But in terms of girth, the rabbit didn't have all that much in him. The so-called 'knot' was by default as wide as the average cock, with everything else thinner.

Or at least… that's how it had been his whole life. Looking down now, the truth couldn't be falser. His knot had grown. It hadn't even been touched yet by either him or Pruina. Even the rest of him looked, and felt thicker. He still wasn't huge by comparison to most others, but he certainly felt huge compared to his previous size. And with that came a hot, heavy rushing sensation, the feeling of blood coursing through his length. It only gave the Glaceon more surface area to work with, as her head started to shift slowly downwards… her maw was contrastingly warm, cosy, and served only the function of making that split between warm length and cold tongue even greater.

“You just gotta get out of your shell a bit more. You got the skills to be a fantastic sub, but you gotta explore your sexual side more to figure out what kind of sub you wanna be, get me?"

Now, of all times, Dozi's words from Ziggy's first night echoed in his mind…

* * *

Dozi's growling voice echoed almost in that tiny room. Sally was an echo herself, Dozi remarked, with the way she groaned and peaked past her fifth orgasm. If he'd known she needed a knot this badly he would have charged premium service!

That whole room was a scented swamp of the smell of sex by now… yet another 'trademark' of wherever Dozi seemed to stick his cock into for long enough. Ooooh how the cleaning mice hated him. None of them even dared try and clean his room. Not that he'd ever dare let them!

Most of his noises now consisted of a rhythmic panting, eyes half closed in a semi-feral scowl of lust. Tongue lolling out towards Sally's face, she'd leant up to mouth that tongue in a pseudo kiss, caught in soft squealing from the slow progress Dozi's knot was trying to make into her narrow folds.

It was more than clear that she'd not quite prepared herself; Dozi wasn't the largest knot at Plaisir by a long stretch, but for all her excited dribbling she was utterly new to a knot's girth of any kind. Still, neither of them had any intention of stopping at this point, as the hard slapping sounds reverberated in time with Dozi's panting, a dense mixture of precum and femcum drooling out into a tiny damp puddle centred around Sally's thighs.

Both of them had stopped focusing on the stage, heck they'd even stopped focusing on Ethan besides picking up a faint noise of weak gasps and frail groans.

Sally let her lips push up little further to enjoy that free-hanging tongue, before Dozi suddenly shoved his whole head downwards, forcing a heavy kiss right onto her. The sort of half-kiss a feral animal might give, with his cool nose rubbing up and down against her own human nose, that free-hanging tongue now slithering right to the back of the human's throat.

Bare skin made it easy to see the heavenly crimson blush she had going on, now flushed up even more as her eyes started rolling back. Keeping his front half locked stiff, the wolf put all his power into the motion of those hips, still panting through merged lips. A few times he was trying to pull his head back slightly in her neck grasp, as he was beginning to drool form the constant open maw. Sally wasn't even phased. Heck, Dozi found himself only in a tighter lock, the human girl openly encouraging that wolven saliva to dribble down the sides of her cheeks.

A happy snarl came from the Lycanroc. He could feel her beginning to loosen up down below, the constant battering of that knot being the main contributor to slowly wearing down the muscle for his whole length to fit inside. Sharp intakes of air were mixed with the muffled gargles of her moans, as she winced in pain once that knot was making a steady progress. One of her hands shifted underneath the both of them, her fingers doing their best to spread apart her folds for that gaping knot.

“G-Givhhh… ggiighhve iiihhtt too meee!" her gargled noises just barely formed the words she tried to get out. She was really asking for it now! Dozi was burning up himself, feeling the strain in his stomach from having to thrust so hard for so long, but he was only more determined, fully in his animal's mind state, his jaws pressing her head down into the floor to shut her up.

Bit by bit, that knot made progress… the halfway point would be all he'd need before that cunt would start trying to close itself around him, locking that cock in for the main event. He was getting close now, drooling uncontrollably, Sally all but giving her mouth up to that tongue, openly allowing his saliva to cover her face, even lace her mouth.

His thrusts were wild, tail once waggling, now hanging low, his whole demeanour resembling a wolf on the hunt. Closer… Closer still… Almost there…

* * *

Pruina's muzzle got closer and closer still to his crotch with each motion of her jaws.

It felt wrong, he knew that much. He had never heard of open sex when one was a stripper. He had known the process of faint teasing on the poles, maybe find a cute guy willing to pay for a nice time afterwards. It'd be sweet, methodical, and predictable. Surely that was how it usually went down!

Cyan squeaked again, as Pruina now had both her paws pressed into his thighs. The Lopunny had hoped she'd be gagging at some point… of course it'd figure that she didn't have any gag reflex of the sort. His legs just kept on wobbling, precum drooling out more and more, followed only my muffled gulping, with the Glaceon barely able to take her eyes off him for a single moment.

Those words of Dozi's kept on ringing around… was this what he meant? Cyan dared to open his eyes again. For all that he was feeling, he knew two things were a simple fact: One, the crowd was enjoying the sight, and two, Cyan was technically able to walk away at any second. Push her off him, tell her to stop, anything really.

He'd lost all sense of bravado, those ears now lopped completely downwards behind his head, long enough such that the fluffed up ends were touching upon the ground. It was only now that he began bucking his hips, short, but very purposeful jabs forwards to elicit a further gasp from his thin throat. That alone got a few whistles. It was pitiful.

Stage fright was something Cyan had tackled with before. Something he'd overcome, just as anyone in his line of work had to. But this wasn't stage fright, this was… a perversion? He was so used to being on stage and having his audience completely under his control. Out there, he was invincible, immortal, a shooting star! He could fly, he could conjure a majesty of displays. But in a performance like this, the small rabbit felt nothing but vulnerable. And as Dozi's words kept on thumping against his mind, one question kept on rising, over and over.

Why was he still so darn horny?

It was odd to say… the more he bucked his hips, softly thrusting through the throat of a completely unphased Eeveelution his mind and body were betraying each other. This wouldn't have been such a dilemma if he flat-out loved showing off the sex. To say that he was 'enjoying' being made so vulnerable was a tricky one to determine… actually, he hated it in some regard. It went against everything a performer was conditioned with. But the proof was further down. It wasn't coincidence that every time Cyan curled up and got slightly panicked over the embarrassment, a fresh squirt of precum fed Pruina in her smooth back-forth motions over his whole length.

His eyes were half-open still. They stared out to the crowd, who were just lapping away at the embarrassed, shy faces he was making, still clinging around that pole for dear life. One would not know Cyan was a boy if they were only looking at his top half, his voice completely changed from what it casually was- high-pitched and gentle, delicate as a lone petal on the breeze. Or in this case, a lone petal caught in a metaphorical hurricane of shame and cock-sucking.

Pruina expertly stroked one set of paw pads upwards over his wobbling balls, those tiny feline claws doing the same job her tongue was doing: forming wave after wave of burrowing tingles throughout his whole pelvic region. His breathing picked up a little, pushing out a tiny mew every time he breathed out.

It felt amazing, the way she saw to his member… but he was certain by now that about half of the pleasure was coming from the shame of other people watching him. The balance between the unpleasantly compromising show he was putting on and the resultant arousal he gained from the shame was starting to become far less balanced, pleasure taking over little by little. He wished it was a show.

Perhaps this is what Dozi meant by Cyan coming out of his shell. His heart felt like a rapid hammer beating against the inside of his chest plate, his whole chest area burning up as he kept staring out, letting out a long, airy moan towards the customers.

“AAAAH!" Cyan quickly followed with a soft yelp. Pruina was starting to get just the smallest bit impatient, as she suddenly shoved her parted muzzle well into the silk layer of Cyan's sheath, a gagged 'ulp' sounding from the Glaceon, winding slightly as she swallowed against him, her warm saliva cooling as it trickled down her chin.

The Lopunny couldn't help it anymore… it didn't matter what his emotions were doing, the basic drive that permeated mammals of all kind was being drawn out of him one way or another. His light bucking became a somewhat steady motion of slowly drawing his hips back, before twitching forwards again, in a thrusting pattern which seemed to only add to the cuteness of the scene he was providing.

He might have accepted it more if this was indeed just a scene- a front he was putting on to make himself look cuter. It was cute, right? Cyan had to assume so, and hold onto it as consolation as his internal drive took over. Pruina, who despite had a cock stuffing her throat and a cute charm lulling her mind, was in complete control of the situation, that paw stroking his balls once again.

'Any time you want… you can just tell her to stop, if that's what you really want. No one's forcing you.'

But he didn't stop. The truth was, the pleasure he was getting out of this was now far outweighing whatever negative connotations were underlying the whole thing. The degrading feeling surrounding the whole situation had started to become just a tad desirable, if only to make this alien pleasure soar to new heights.

He was rewarded with a greatly physical, even partially emotional fulfilment. The whole thing only drove him more into a hypnotic state of lust the more he embraced his position, with yet to find the upper limit to just how much he could fulfil this incongruent desire to make himself compromised.

There was no real point where a mental switch flipped inside of him, or any sudden realisation hit. By the time Cyan knew that he was taking joy from the embarrassment, he was lost in the warm flesh of his fellow waiter, who moved her whole neck backwards and forwards in time with Cyan's now very eager humping for maximum stimulation.

His eyes opened again… they were dull, but full of life at the same time.

He took a deep breath.

* * *

He took a deep breath!

“A-Ahhhh…" Ethan's small squirts of seed flew upwards a small way, before landing unceremoniously on the floor. There wasn't too much he had to give. It was usually a sign of someone who masturbated several times a day, but as Dozi spied the small squirts in the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but entertain the idea that really was all Ethan had to give even after several days of denial.

And then, the halfway point hilted.

There was a most amusing expression on Sally's face as the knot went just over halfway in. Before a blank expression with heavy eyelids, covering eyes that had rolled back almost all the way into her skull, now they both stared directly upwards towards the sneering wolf, who still had her locked down by the muzzle, muffling her soft, pleasured wails. Her walls stretched to their maximum, humans not all that known for elastic durability, her sex was all too relieved to clench down as hard as it could. But this of course caused a fresh new stretching far, far further up her walls, as his whole cock stuffed to new depths.

Her own rings of muscle near her entrance went to war with each other, her slick depths resisting the knot as best as they could, all but powerless against how her entrance ferociously clamped down, refusing to widen up again as they finally closed around the exceptionally thin base of Dozi's shaft. It sent a good couple of inches into her at once, that being the cause of this new expression, and the resultant muffled noises she was making whilst stuffed with dog tongue.

Of course, Dozi noticed all of this all in the space of a mere moment, as the familiar sensations wavered over him. Having gone for so long, that knot was immediate to swell upwards, forming the impressive shape of his knot through her abdomen as some proper seed began to flow. Thick, warm blasts of it ejecting into her, quick to take up what little space was left in that pussy of hers and flowing upwards into her womb.

She tensed, legs trying to contort and thrash around, sending few light thumps his way, thankfully nothing to distract him from his heated orgasm, as the Californian girl tried to both physically and mentally come to terms with the pulsating canine knot now locked inside her. Dozi could see it on her face, it was an expression he'd gotten all used to with his particular line of work. She felt dirty. But damn if it wasn't cute as she wriggled around a bit more, properly adjusting herself for comfort. That knot slipped in just a bit more, allowing a warm, slightly damp sheath to rest up against her folds.

Both of them were panting, Sally even more rapidly than Dozi was. His latest customer(s), finally settling down had behaved just as much of an animal as Dozi had. In other words, a job well-done. It was, after all, no fun him being the big beast if he couldn't get them to bring out their inner animal too.

Well, that wasn't entirely true. There was something to be said for the cute shy ones who had not a single ferocious bone in their body. But In this case, the Lycanroc was retracting his jaws a little and blowing out a heavy sigh of relief, the last of his seed spurting upwards, firmly locked inside her…

* * *

He was firmly locked inside her by now, one paw pressing to the back of Pruina's head to encourage her to remain as deep as she could as Cyan gasped again, the dollar notes flickering up towards that stage space one by one, forming a very shallow below them. Pruina, being the little bundle of enthusiasm that she was, still swayed her hips in time to the rhythm.

Cyan let out his breath. With ears fallen back, a coy stance and a face so flushed it looked it was about to shrink into a tiny red ball, he smiled. It was a weak smile, but a completely genuine one… okay, a half-genuine one.

That Blaziken and Ursaring, catching onto those dance moves by now, were playing a nice, smooth, if not slightly alluring beat in their blues, in time with Pruina's swaying. Cyan couldn't help but move his own hips in time as well. Back and forth, back and forth. It wasn't all that fast, but she was taking him all the way with almost no effort… combined that with the fact that he'd rarely had his dick inside anyone else, Cyan was getting pretty close. He knew it, Pruina knew it, and somehow the patrons of Captivate knew it too.

An inaudible chant came from a slightly rowdy group of men from the corner, coming into focus once others were joining in.

“Nut! Nut! Nut! Nut! Nut! Nut! Nut! Nut! Nut! Nut! Nut! Nut!"

The chanting made little difference. It was happening, and it was happening soon. The further rush of blood and all the tight twitches that came with it quickly became acquainted with those icy tingles. Cyan looked down again, just a little worried about Pruina. He shot a confirming glance, she returned one of beaming lust. As a non-verbal response, she went in for the kill, taking all of Cyan once again. Holding herself there and locking eye-contact the whole time, Pruina's tiny muzzle mouthed the thin knot with all the same expertise her tongue was giving.

That was the final thing Cyan needed to clutch into that pole, eyes closed once again. His smile was lost to an open-mouth squeal. Pruina had braced, remaining determined as the first shorts of warm cum flowed into her throat. It was a simple matter of gulping, over and over. Not that Cyan was even able to notice at this point, but the little Glaceon took care to keep just a little bit in her mouth as the Lopunny emptied himself. There wasn't a massive amount, but the force at which it ejected from his thin tip would have sent it at least two metres in the first couple of spurts, and at least a single metre thereafter, all of which she took without even flinching.

Naturally, like any good finale, the crowd went wild. Most had already exhausted their supply of 'stripper money', but that squeal was enough to leach out the last few dollars from the more philanthropic of patrons.

Cyan bucked his hips, even as his whole length moved through her, burying a good portion of her snout into his crotch as the last of his load trickled out. Overly-sensitive post-orgasm, Cyan breathed out a few relieved pants, only to let off one final cry of joy when Pruina draw in one single, drawn-out suck; every last drop he had to give was withdrawn in an instant.

Pulling her head upwards again, she stood proud and glanced back upwards to her dance partner. Cyan was staring back down to her… he smiled, this time with all the genuine joy he had to give, which wasn't a whole lot, but it was there nonetheless.

Pruina only smiled back, seeming like she wanted to say something, but as she began turning herself around to face outwards, a final cheer was gotten from the crowd as the young Glaceon showed off the milky white substance in her maw, twinkling just as much as the rest of her body was.

Finally finding the energy to stand again, Cyan took himself out of that coy stance to stand proud beside her, cock hanging freely outwards- he held the pole with one paw still, just in case.

With a final gulp, Pruina looked back to Cyan a final time. She was the perfect picture of cuteness, licking a stray drop of seed from the tip of her nose, head tilted at just the right angle, that smile all but assaulting the Lopunny with sweet comfort.

“That was much fun! Not every one is letting me do that to them on the stage."

Cyan tensed up… so this really was an unusual occurrence brought on by her eagerness. He stared at her, ears flicking up a small bit, before staring up towards the rest of the crowds…

They were still cheering, and whistling… one by one, they were returning to their usual affairs of chatter and staring at other passing floor waiters, but there were still those few who kept looking upwards, with a great portion of them staring right towards the Lopunny.

Cyan found that his ears dropped behind his head again… his smile now directed itself out back towards them all, even as many of them started to slide their gaze all over his frame. Still holding onto that pole, he found his free paw was shaking slightly, almost definitely due to the new rush of excitement he was getting. He'd just… orgasmed in front of a whole bunch of strangers.

Even post-orgasm… especially post-orgasm, how his head was clearer again, he was finally feeling the nerves. He saw how Pruina was moving with catlike swagger up and down, what else, but the catwalk connecting the stage to the stripper pole. Most of the attention was directed towards her again, how effortlessly she owned the perverted looks of everyone. Complete and utter control. It wasn't unlike how he was in his Pokémon contest routines.

As he had learned today, however, this was not a contest routine. And the nerves Ziggy was starting to feel reflected his first few times on a stage. Unfamiliarity of what to do. The slow circles seemed to be enough for now... But he ultimately decided that he'd done his part for that evening.

With a hop off the stage, ears still hanging freely behind him, Ziggy slipped out of Captivate.

* * *

“G-Gaaaah!" Sally let out one final cry of pleasure as Dozi slipped out of her, that knot making a most satisfying popping noise, her flesh remaining gaped just long enough for seed to dribble out of her before her walls slowly closed behind the removed canine cock, which rested freely atop her warm belly.

Dozi, perfectly satisfied with his results, was laying rather possessively on top of her, kneading one forepaw into one of those bulging tits of hers. Damn, if there was one thing bipeds did better, it was breasts… Sally still had that most wonderful look about her. Dozi called it the 'I can't believe I just had sex with a Pokémon' face. He did his best to keep a mental record of all the times he'd seen it on the faces of his human customers, and this one was definitely a face for the album.

Feeling Sally's hand slowly slide between herself and the wolf's hips, Dozi lifted himself slightly, allowing her to scoop up a small supply of his hot seed into her fingers. He saw down to her with that sae cocky grin as her hand shook slightly, holding it near her face… she stared some more…

“Ohhhh Arceus… this feels so damn dirty…" She said. She leaned in to take a small sniff, immediately keeling back. “Gaaaah! What is this made of? Smells like cum times a million… cum and smelly dog…"

Dozi kept his grin locked firmly… and tried not to take offense at this.

The two of them both turned their glances in unison to an inconspicuous Ethan, who had by now put his cock back into his dark trousers… he was still staring, right at Sally now, more specifically the feral cum sloppily coating her hand.

“Wh… Ethan, you can't be serious now, c'mon…"

Ethan didn't answer.

“Aaaah, alright, one lick. Yeah? One lick."

With a more hesitant nervousness about her, the girl leaned in slowly… she smelled it again… Dozi felt her heartbeat quicken. He did his best to be encouraging, opting to maintain the animal façade for just a little longer and massaging those breasts up and down slowly. Finally, she got some on her tongue., and swallowed.

“M-Mggggh… Gaaaah, that's…!" She stopped in her sentence for a moment, as if she was halfway through saying something she'd expected to say before realising her change in perspective. “That's…" Sally gave another lick… she still hesitated, but this time it looked almost as if she was trying to conserve some kind of modesty. Which was impressive, given that she certainly had very little left at this point.

Whilst this was going on, Dozi took another chance to glance out of the window to Captivate… that was weird, Ziggs was gone. Pruina was still there though, doing her usual stuff. Dozi also had a very good recollection of nights spent with her.

Still, he did feel the need to follow up on his roommate. Letting off a soft chuckle just after Sally had taken her second lick, the Lycanroc rose to all fours, slowly stepping off her and turning with just the right angle to show off his drooling member above her. A final display of 'That's right… this smelly thing was inside of you and came right into your womb.'

“I hope you enjoyed yourself, darlin'" He put on a particularly strong New-York accent, or rather he stopped holding back the thick New-York accent he particularly strongly had when he wasn't making an effort to hide it.

“Fuck… yeah, I did. Ethan's happy too, aren't you sweetie…"

Ethan nodded.

“We'll be alright here for a while. I like to show myself off to my boyfriend after I've been fucked by a better man.~"

“Yeah? Well… you two have fun with that. Anytime ya need a dog in the fun, you lemme know, yeah? Might even give you a discount, who knows." With a final wink atop that cocky grin, Dozi set off to track Ziggy's scent.

Sally waited until the feral waiter she'd ordered was completely out of sight… before turning away and licking the rest of the cum from her hand like she hadn't eaten in days…

* * *

Ziggy hadn't been sure where he was headed… nor did he have any idea where he really was. But he was here now, so he decided to stay.

The evening air was a blessed greeting. The scene before him was so beautiful.

Having stepped out of Captivate's main entrance, Ziggy had retreated back through the main bar and turned left up a flight of stairs. Behind a door on the second floor lead out into a huge balcony area. The walls that lead back to the café's indoors were lined with a lush flower bed, and beyond that lay finely-polished wooden decking, complete with some park-picnic-style tables and benches. The section which wasn't connected to wall, overlooking what lay below, was a simple wooden fence, which the Lopunny leant against.

It faced out the back of the café. Those 'extensive gardens' he'd read so much about in the brochure were in full view now. It was the perfect season to see the cherry blossoms, still waiting to shed their petals to the grounds below. Small ponds, winding hedges, a gazebo, Ziggy even spied what looked to be a gargantuan hedge maze.

Beyond the maze, the golden plains of Oklahoma kissed the horizon, a far more glowing golden which seemed to merge with the grasslands right on the border. To the right, the plains stretched upwards into thicker forests, dense woodland not a few metres from the garden's edge, which itself lead on to more towering hills in the distance.

It almost felt criminal that there were so few people out here. In fact, Ziggy wouldn't see a single person in those back gardens; Simply the odd passer-by directly below him, crossing a canopied garden path running parallel to the café. Come to think of it… the decking area was empty too. Everyone else was probably inside drinking… or fucking. Probably fucking.

It was just him, alone with his thoughts.

A soft, warming breeze had picked up, washing through the open space and through his soft fur, causing his ears to flap about slowly. Even now, Ziggy found that his ears hung freely and loosely. They'd never done that before, not much at least. It felt… nice?

He had no idea how to feel, really. With one paw holding the fence to lean over, the other one wrapped around one of those ears tightly, he found it difficult to describe exactly what he was feeling. Disappointed yet fulfilled, ashamed yet proud.

Most of all, however? He was afraid.

It wasn't like he didn't enjoy himself at the time, and that Glaceon was real nice, but that stage set was supposed to be his moment! His time to shine! A place where he could put his skills to use!

The hard truth was that this place was the raw deep-end of a swimming pool he'd never swam in before. Attempts to find familiarity in any of his tasks had fallen flat. He was starting all over again, and this time Zach was miles away, nowhere to be found.

Perhaps it was a bit petty, perhaps it was just an over-reaction. Didn't change what he felt though.

Still, he forced a smile. The evening was beautiful. Nothing could change that.

“Yo, there you are!"

And there went the alone time… Ziggy took in a deep breath. The familiar sight of Dozi came as the Lycanroc slumped his upper half over that fence, forelimbs dangling freely off the edge.

“Great view, huh?" Dozi started up before Ziggy had figured out what to say beyond a greeting.

“Uh-huh… pretty beautiful." Ziggy did his best to engage in the conversation.

“I go out there sometimes myself." Dozi was very much the one in charge of the dialogue, however. “Not much, mind you. I like to keep my mind and body busy if I can. Don't deal well with doing nothing."

“No?" Ziggy finally had a response, letting out a soft laugh, more cynical than usual. “Sometimes nothing is all I can do. I find it gives peace of mind."

“Mmmm…" This time it was the wolf who got silenced. They shared in that moment for just a few seconds, as the flora below them began swaying in time to another warming breeze.

“I completely blew it out there…" Ziggy's weak smile finally faded. His eyes dipped form the beautiful scenery to the ground directly below. “I froze up… that Glaceon was doing all the work and I just stood there."

Raising one eyebrow, Dozi finally looked directly towards his roommate with genuine confusion.

“You can't be serious, right? Dude, they loved you!"

The lack of smile descended into a frown. There was something in the way Ziggy glared downwards, paws gripping the fence tightly.

“It doesn't matter if they liked it. That wasn't how it was supposed to go. I got it wrong!" His grip tightened further. Dozi picked up the slight sound of creaking wood and quickly interjected.

“Ziggy, come on… does it really matter?"

“YES!" One closed fist suddenly came crashing down into that wooden fence. The natural mass of soft fur around his wrist was ablaze in fire as a fire punch cracked the fence. It left a sudden, harsh scorch mark.

Dozi coiled back. What in the heck had gotten into the bunny? Ziggy was glancing down at the mark he'd left, shaking a little from his paws, right up until the moment he slumped back down, elbows on the fence, head rested in his paws.

“I just wanted everything to go right… I had this plan in my head. I was gonna do everything great. Instead I was almost late, I messed up orders, blew up in front of a customer, I did nothing but leave everyone else to clean up my mess, and I blew off the rest of my shift talking to some scientist guy because I was too afraid to go back out there and face them… Captivate was gonna be where I made up for it all… showcased my talents…"

Dozi's look of confusion slowly faded into a more understanding nod.

“Straw that broke the camel's back, huh?"

Ziggy nodded back.

“Yeah, I get ya." Dozi glanced back out again to the gardens. “Pruina's definitely one that needs to be kept in check. Her enthusiasm's sometimes a little too over the top, heh, and ya know that's saying something comin' from me."

Ziggy managed a small grunt, a pseudo laugh, this time it was he who looked to Dozi.

“Well, she was… certainly enthusiastic on my penis."

“That she was!" Dozi risked complimenting the routine once again. His tail found itself stroking up and down the Lopunny's back.

“And hey, at least you got managed to bag some cash to add to your stash!" His cocky grin began to return.

Ziggy halted. His face got bashful.

“Dozi… I have no money."

Dozi halted. His grin got flipped.

“…Come again?"

It was another cynical laugh from Ziggy, but a laugh nonetheless, as one paw reached his own forehead in a slow shake.

“I have no bank account… me and Zach became partners a while before the event. And even afterwards… heck, even now, it's not easy for a Pokémon to open up a bank account by themselves. Given we always shared funds anyway, we didn't really see a point."

“What… it's not even a shared account?" Dozi seemed to slowly grow in concern, as Ziggy shook his head.

“I… may have also been exaggerating with how much we had in that account in the first place." He laughed again, this time only half-cynically. “You should see what our car is like… it's a miracle that it got all the way to Oklahoma."

“No kidding…" The Lycanroc, still giving those gentle backstrokes, suddenly broke out into a sort of sharp laughter, bringing back Ziggy's attention.

“What's so funny?"

“It's just… ahah… ahrf… well… I may have used the last of my own wages buying the ingredients for the croissants."

“Wait, so you've no money either?!" Ziggy raised one eyebrow, taking his own turn to be concerned.

“Well, you know! I thought you'd have extra money to spare!"

“I thought you'd have extra money to spare!"

“Great…" Dozi flopped down, right over the wooden barrier. “So, we're both broke then."

“Seems that way…" Ziggy was tempted to join him, and soon did so to a lesser extent.

Dozi's tail was on the verge of flopping down too, but caught itself at the last minute, suddenly planting itself harder, as if searching for something…

“Yo, Ziggs… where'd your apron go?"

Ziggy quickly let off a small noise, fishing out the first excuse that came to mind.

“I uhhhh, lost it in… Captivate?"

This got a grin from Dozi, followed by a more headstrong laugh.

“Hah! Now you're getting it!" One paw ruffled the Lopunny's head. Ziggy smiled just a little more as Dozi continued. “I mean it, Ziggs, you two killed it out there! Routine or not, every single person in that place saw you two and fell in love." That rock-type tail curled upwards, giving a half-stroke, half-pat to Ziggy's back. “That's somethin' no one can take from you."

“Y-Yeah…" The Lopunny nodded slowly, managing to smile again. It wasn't much, but at least this time it wasn't forced. “Yeah, you're right… I guess…" He sighed again. “I guess I'm just afraid of starting all over again by myself."

Ziggy was about to sigh again, before his eyes widened in a yelp. That tail suddenly whipped around him, dragging his floppy body right to the slightly messy post-sex fluff of the Lycanroc.

“Yeah, well. Being by yourself ain't somethin' you gotta worry about, ya hear?"

Ziggy was still for a moment, not just from the tug, but from his own ignorance. This whole time he'd been feeling like he was alone, yet here was someone who'd been helping him every step of the way… Ziggy had hardly even given anything back.

“Yes… you're right." A quiet, feminine voice came from behind them both.

Ziggy and Dozi yelped in unison, swiftly turning behind to see Nature, who'd suddenly cowered backwards from the surprise of the duo.

“I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to startle you…"

“Yoooo, Nature! You're so quiet when you walk. I didn't even smell ya!" Dozi, now leaning back against the fence as awkwardly as one would imagine a feral to be leaning in such a way, shone a cocky grin the Lucario, who simply rolled his eyes a little in response, walking over to Ziggy's other side.

“Hey, Nature-sensei. It's good to see you." Ziggy was taking in those cerulean features once more.

“Y-You don't have to call me sensei…" Nature's naturally gentle smile got far more bashful, as he glanced away. “You were amazing on that stage… so confident, too. I just wanted to come and say that."

“C-Confident?" Both Ziggy and Dozi looked a tad confused there… even Dozi had to admit that, as cute as it was, 'confidence' was not the word which came to mind.

Nature, however, seemed only shocked at the confusion. Nature never raised his voice even now, but he did seem more energetic than usual. “Of course! Doing those things on a stage takes oodles of confidence. I know some waiters who'd get super uncomfortable doing that sort of thing, not only in public, but in a place that people are expected to look."

“Huh…" Ziggy leant further back against the fence… that blackened dent he'd made in the wood made for a surprisingly comfortable place to lean into. “I never thought about it that way."

Nature's smile continued. It seemed to be an aura in of itself, radiating a calming joy towards his fellow waiters.

“Well, perhaps you should-"

“THEEEERE YOU ALL ARE!"

This time it was all three of them who jumped. Facing inwards towards the picnic area, they heard the squeaky voice before they saw its source. Not a fraction of a second later, Pruina came bounding outwards with a small pack stuffed to the seams with paper money.

Pruina, slumping that crude satchel down in front of Ziggy, was panting somewhat, one ear fallen as the three of them leant over her with some concern.

“Yo, Pruina… what's all that?" Dozi was the first to speak. Of course, he was concerned about the poor little Glaceon, but more alarmingly to him was all that cash…

“I am here to let Cyan be receiving his money from the stage! Mister Jack says we go halfsies on the tips."

Ziggy was stunned… he slowly leant down to pick the bag up. The singular pocket unfolded to reveal carelessly stuffed slips of dollar bills. He couldn't count it all… but there were some fairly generous tips here, far more than just one-dollar bills: fives, tens, even a couple of twenties.

“Wh… and this is… just from one public display?" The Lopunny was taken back by it all…

“Hehe, yep!" Pruina sat there, as far up as she could, though still rather miniscule compared to the rest of them. “You are keeping all that money for your self! Gimme the bag back to me once you have put your money away in the place where you conglomerate your money."

“Ziggs, this is…" Dozi started up.

“Yeah…" Ziggy continued.

“A generous tip…" Nature finished.

“Huh… how about that…" Ziggy kept staring… then back down to Pruina, whose tail was slowly swishing with a cheerful success.

“Pruina…" Nature spoke up for a moment. “Did you say your name was Pruina?"

The Glaceon and the Lucario shared glances for a moment. Nature seemed far more curious towards Pruina than anything else. Being one of the most well-known members of the Plaisir staff, It was unusual for him to not know someone.

“Hehe, yes! I am called Pruina and I am happy to be meeting you!" The Glaceon offered out one of her long head tassels towards Nature, who took it gently, and shaking it with just a hint of awkwardness.

“Yeah, you too. I was thinking that…" Nature's voice trailed off… it seemed like he was about to ask something, when all of a sudden he went a tad stiff. He glanced back to the sunset. “O-Oh my… Is it that late already? I have to be going."

“Hmmmm? Going to be somewhere else for a customer mister Nature sir?"

“Yes." He said, a tad hastily, paws fumbling about in front of him Ziggy saw a massive blush on his face… some customer it must be. “A very valued… customer… I have to go. See you all later!"

With that, he quickly stepped away, headed back into the Café in the direction of the parking lot.

“H-Heeeey! Weren't you gonna ask me- hmph…" Pruina let off a small pout… “I thought I was going to be having some fun sexy times with him."

“Not likely." Dozi interjected with a soft chuckle, at this point dropped to his usual four-legged stance. “Guy's as gay as they come."

“Whaaaat? You mean like Promethie?"

“Yup." Dozi continued on, beside a rather lost Ziggy. Unable to really add much meaningful to the conversation, he was still staring at that bag.

Seeing this money… Ziggy hadn't expected it, but all his previous quarrels with how his performance had gone were now greatly softened at the sight of what he'd reaped. Perhaps it was the proof he needed that he was popular, or perhaps it was the money itself. Either way… as selfish as it felt to admit, making lots of money form it had a certain charm. A soothing cream to the wound of shame.

“Hmph, well I will also need to be absconding from here because I have customers too! Be seeing you both later!"

Putting aside her disappointment as quickly as it had arrived, her cute smile immediately returned. With those catlike motions, Pruina gave one final nuzzle against Ziggy and Dozi at once, brushing up between them, before hopping onto the fence, moving with impeccable balance down onto one of the window ledges, and finally into one of the open windows.

“Woah… dexterity…" Ziggy's wording wasn't well-thought-out; she was still full of surprises.

“Heh, yeah, sometimes I wonder if she used to be an actual pet for someone."

“It'd make sense I guess." Ziggy, now alone with Dozi once more and feeling a little better, leant further back against the fence, glancing up slowly. “Where do you think she comes from?"

“Waaaay north, that's what I hear."

“Yeah, she said, but exactly how 'North' is that?"

“I heard it's Eskimo levels of north."

“That's pretty North…" He looked down again, swinging back round to face the outer Gardens, with his Lycanroc perching himself back over the fence to do the same.

“…Pretty North, indeed…"

There was a unified sigh, carrying neither joy nor distress, just relief.

“It ain't all bad y'know, Ziggs." Dozi leant further forwards, fully slouched over the fence. “You might not have been a firework out there, but heck… if they love ya, that means you got talent, right? Talent and practice are all you'll need."

Ziggy nodded.

“Is it… bad that I feel more open to it now I know how much money I'm getting?"

“Much as we all like to dream of a life where money ain't an issue. At the end of the day, money makes the world go round." The wolf shrugged, before giving a soft grin. “Ain't nothing wrong with being fulfilled by a lump sum for a hard day's work."

“Yeah." Ziggy looked up again. His stare got hard after a moment, a half-pout half-smile following in suit. “Yeah, you're right. I can make new routines! Ones that give me money and are fun to do at the same time!"

“Haha! Now there's the Fuckbunny I met yesterday!" Dozi, with a hearty laugh, leapt up and wrapped one forearm around his roomate, pulling him right in for an over-enthusiastic nuzzling.

“Pssssh, stoooop!" Ziggy finally let off a giggle. His paws took a few half-assed shoves backwards, but in the end he was caught in snuggles form the canine. “Anyway, you're gonna help me!"

“Damn right I will!" He shuffled over again. Ziggy felt his fur was just so slightly slick, and didn't need more than a few guesses to figure out why. He'd been able to smell him for a while now, even moreso as Dozi full-on mounted the rabbit. Lopunny were short little things, even moreso for Ziggy. It didn't take much for the Lycanroc to wrap around him, the two of them supported by that charred fence piece.

“Still gotta help you find your game after all!"

Ziggy nodded for a moment, but quickly stopped again. His mind raced for just a moment, heartbeat thumping, just once.

“Actually… there's no need. I think I know what I want to do."

It made sense in the end. From the way he naturally seemed to act on stage… his appreciation of Nature. And he couldn't forget Eddie, how he seemed to so easily confuse the Lopunny.

“I want to be a femboy. A real one. One that would… you know… actually pass."

“Pass…?" Dozi's head crept up over Ziggy's shoulder.

“Yeah, you know… like… I would actually pass as…"

“A giiiirllll?" Dozi drew out his voice in a more mocking tone, possibly more mocking then he intended, as only now did he see Ziggy's face. It was small, quiet, and carried with it a more fragile inner layer to the Lopunny's persona.

Regardless, Ziggy nodded.

“Y-Yeah! What's wrong with that?!"

“Not a damn thing, bunny. You and me, Ziggs, we're gonna own this place!"

“Yeah, heh. Yeah, we are!" The Lopunny leaned up with his stubby muzzle, planting a small kiss onto Dozi's own snout. he two of them both beamed a little grin. Ziggy's strength was enough to keep the both of them from toppling over, but Dozi was hyped up and crawling even further upwards.

“HEAR THAT, OKLAHOMA! YOU GOT ZIGGY AND DOZI TO WORRY ABOUT NOW!" Dozi called out to the horizon. Frankly, it was a good thing that no one was in the back gardens at that very moment. Broken out of his trance of shyness, Ziggy was giggling again with amusement, taking in his own puff of air.

“Heh, yeah! We're gonna become the rulers of Plaisir!"

“LORDS!"

“Kings!"

The two Pokémon, both panting slightly, broke out into a brief fit of laughter in the hope that they'd gone unheard. But it did feel good to let that out, Ziggy reflected.

By now, the horizon was consuming that orange glow, the twilight gradient from orange, to red, to blue slowly creeping up overhead. The duo shared a little longer silence. It was serene, graceful, one would almost describe it as touching. Or at least it would have been if it weren't for the fact that Ziggy could already feel the warmth of that rock type. Pleasantly radiating heat, that not-quite-flaccid crotch had made a comfortable home just within Ziggy's fluffed up ball of a tail.

“Honestly… you're horny again?"

“Whaaaat?" Dozi took a defensive stance, though he was starkly aware of his slight grinding… he may or may not have gotten a little more enthusiastic once Ziggy was onto him. “What ever gave that away?"

“Your smell, for starters! You need a bath." Ziggy snickered, slowly swaying his flank left and right under the warmth of the dog.

“Pssssh… yeah, right, like you don't take one whiff and feel hot yourself."

Tensing up again, Ziggy's ears fell down behind his head, in the same way they did on Captivate's stage. He glanced down in a small pout.

“Y-Yeah, well… so maybe I do. Can't help it if you made me discover that kink."

“Guilty as charged." With a light and happy growl, Dozi leant down to apply a more affectionate nuzzle to the back of his bunny's neck. “Gonna gimme some help with it?"

“No fair…" Ziggy kept on pouting, though made no attempt to hide his usual blush, especially now that Dozi was more shamelessly letting a growing shaft slide through his fluff. “Just because I find you sexy…"

“That you do, cutie." Dozi, slowly gliding a warm tongue up that nape, behind one of Ziggy's ears, sent a few pleasant shivers down the Lopunny's spine. He arched back, those huge ears rested once more on the ground, fallen back behind his head. “That you do."

“Mmmmph. Alright, fine, I give up. Let's go."

“You never know, li'l bunny." Hopping backwards again, his tail dared a cheeky thwack onto Ziggy's right rear cheek. “We might even find another kink in you by the time the night is up."

There was a faint noise which came from Ziggy as the feel of that tail. The whip of the tail definitely made him more eager… Shaking his head somewhat, the Lopunny finally got himself standing up straight again.

Then he saw it. Movement down below. The Lopunny was immediately brought back to attention down at the outer gardens. Someone was out there, after all!

It was hard to see at a distance, but he recognized him immediately. It was the man from before, in the corner of Captivate. He was shifting around just behind the central gazebo, on the phone, muttering inaudibly. Ziggy hadn't even seen him enter the gardens. His face wore very young, sharp features, slightly thin head and a pair of thinner glasses, complete with a simple bleached shirt and black suit jacket. There he now sat right in the centre of the gazebo. A thick, black briefcase rested on his lap. Ziggy could just about make out the symbol on the front: In bold red, the letter 'R'. It was odd. Perhaps he was waiting for a waiter?

He got tense, as suddenly the man saw Ziggy too, immediately hanging up the phone after a final comment. Their eyes met- even now, he still couldn't tell if the human was smiling or not.

“Hey, you coming, bunny? It's gonna get cold out here real fast ya know!" Dozi called out from the open door further back towards the building.

Only his head turned at first, watching the man for just a little longer, before sharply shaking himself back to attention as best as he could. It was rude to stare, and he had far more important tasks at hand.

Facing Dozi again, he let out one final happy sigh, and followed Dozi back to their room.

“Yeah, yeah, I'm coming!" He smiled again, managing to keep up by Dozi's side as they continued back to their room. “On the whole… day wasn't so bad, was it?"

“Nope! And you better buckle up, bunny. 'Cause I got even more in store for you tomorrow! You said you wanted to pass as a girl, right?"

“Right…?" The Lopunny tilted his head, curiosity starting to once again peak. Dozi simply kept facing forwards, that grin of scheming starting to show through once again.

“Time for a trip to the salon…"

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Pokémon © Nintendo 2017, I own none of this, nor do I make money from it, please don't sue me for turning your games into porn ;u;

Café Plaisir was created by @palibakufun (The Sex Prophet)

Café Plaisir is currently owned by @Dark-Violet (The Sex Goddess (Also provided proof-reading))

Further thanks to @Dark-Violet @YuriMikoto for proof-reading ^^ your input is now and always appreciated!