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An Eevee walked into the bar. Renn, the little brown-and-cream fox Pokemon, had been to many bars before, but this one stood out for several reasons. Not the least among them being that the main bar of Café Plaisir was manned entirely by Pokemon. A Typhlosion at the bar counter, a Lucario serving drinks, and an aproned Mightyena slinking about. All of those, not customers like Renn himself, but staff.

Renn questioned the wisdom of putting a quadruped in a waiter's role, but he seemed to manage. And Renn did like the look of him... He seemed like a pleasantly rough Dark-type, analytical eyes and a purposeful gait, no energy wasted in his movements. His mind wandered... Lose the apron and, well...

Like most bars, it was lively in the afternoon, chattering and whistling and leering all around as he hopped up onto a bar stool, adjusted himself for comfort, and rested his forepaws on the countertop.

He wasn't a small Eevee, but he was a small Pokemon -- his species was far from the largest here. But he was long past feeling small. He'd gotten used to that. Luckily, people seemed to be conscious of the smaller species here, and he hadn't had to do much weaving between legs to reach his destination. It was a nice change. It was a nice place.

"Rum and cola, please," Renn ordered in a low voice. "Bowl, not a glass." He found himself unconsciously tapping the side-carriage pouch at his left flank, with his left paw, to check that his wallet was still there.

He looked around again, swivelling on the stool to face out at the tables again. He'd seen bars with leather sofas and marble tabletops, bars with fake-diamond chandeliers, and bars with stylish layout designs.

Café Plaisir was not one of those bars. Wood tables and stools, which would at least be harder to damage if you were a Pokemon who couldn't retract their claws. Simple ceiling lights hanging just below the rafters that gave a warm glow, which was at least cozy, if not fancy. And it was just a big open area with tables scattered about, no real order to them, which at least made it easy to move between them.

Yeah... Café Plaisir didn't really flash cash at their patrons. Which was fair. The bar wasn't the main attraction, after all.

The bartender placed his cocktail in a short glass bowl in front of him, then quickly moved on to tend to the next customer. Busy day for him, it seemed. Still, Renn had his drink. He dipped his head to take a few laps. He always found this more comfortable than using a glass. That was for humans.

"Mind if I get you the next round?"

Before he could think any more on his train of thought, a smooth voice came from his right, audible above the blurry noise of chatter, and he turned to look.

Indeed, the words had been directed Renn's way, spoken by a rough-looking, somewhat stocky Glaceon. He wasn't short - on the contrary, standing on the floor, his nose was nearly to Renn's - but he definitely had more muscle than your average Glaceon, and he carried himself with a confidence that lacked refined grace. Then again, it was hard to be pretty and graceful when you're missing patches of fur from what Renn could only guess were battle scars. The sides of his neck, his chest, his hips, his back... All small, but plentiful. He had a calculated look on his face, eyeing the Eevee before him.

Then came the quiet and gentle rumbling, as he caught sight of a glass sliding along the counter. The wood glistened with a thin film of frost that the glass glided along so smoothly. It came to a stop just by the Glaceon's head, and the frost... didn't melt, but faded. Gone without a trace, and without spilling a drop of what looked like a gin and tonic. Somehow, Renn found that slightly more intimidating than the Glaceon's rough appearance.

Renn thought about the Glaceon's question for a second, tilting his head very slowly to one side. "Maybe," he eventually asked. "That's plenty of time for me to get to know you first. Names are as good a place as any to start, so why don't you start with yours?

The Glaceon smiled at him. It was a smile that lacked warmth, as much of a cliche as that probably was for an Ice-type. He sat down on the floor beside Renn, thinking about it for a moment. "I'm Nell," he eventually said. "Pleasure to meet you."

"Renn," the Eevee replied, watching him carefully. Why the pause? "Are you staff or a customer?"

Nell smiled. "Oh, customer. You think I could work in a place like this?"

"With skills like those?" Renn nodded to the glass. "You'd do better than me, anyway."

Nell scoffed, still smiling, and his gaze moved slightly. Looking over Renn's shoulder. Renn didn't follow his gaze. "Only gets you so far." Nell looked back at Renn, his gaze tracing down his body this time. "So what're you looking for here?"

What an odd question. Renn shrugged. "Someone to warm my bed for the night, I guess? Why do you ask?"

Nell closed his eyes, still smiling. "Ah, well I can't warm it for you..."

Renn frowned. "Did you seriously come to a place like this to try to pick up another customer? You know what this place is, right?"

"Of course I do. But you're not wearing a price tag, are you?"

Renn suppressed a laugh. How cheap! But he wouldn't dare say that to his scarred face. He bowed his head to take another drink, "I suppose not..." was what he eventually settled on. "And... neither are you."

"Exactly." Nell finally looked him in the eye again. "So, what do you say to that?"

Renn stared at him. The nerve of this guy. But he was intimidating, too. Terrifying. Rough, shady. Unusual. Renn didn't feel safe. This Glaceon looked like the sort to lure him down a back alley. Just looking at the guy made his hackles rise, and not just from the cold aura he was giving off. He was so... Dark.

Fortunately, Renn was into that.

"Sure, I'll take free dick," the Eevee chirped. "Your place or mine?"

---

They'd decided on Nell's. Fortunately, he didn't carry the Eevee into a dark, wet alleyway to have his brutal way with him, but he did carry him. Renn sat astride Nell's back as the Glaceon formed a thin film of ice over the pavement ahead of them, sliding along it like a professional ice skater.

Renn couldn't see just how he was doing it, since he was watching from above, on the Glaceon's back. But Nell always alternated his paws - the left forepaw and right hindpaw were in contact with the ice, then the right forepaw and left hindpaw, the others hovering inches off the surface while they waited their turn. The ice behind them faded, to retake its place ahead, giving Nell a constant path.

"That's so cool..." Renn whispered. When Nell made a questioning noise, he added, "The ice. I saw how you moved your drink before. And this. It looks like such an easy way to get around."

Nell chuckled. "Well, when you have an overabundance of aura, you have to vent it somehow. Plus, this way, no need to pay for public transportation."

Renn nodded silently.

Before he knew it, Nell skipped off the ice and ambled down a concrete patio path, approaching a worn-looking steel door in the front of a small house. Renn had been so engrossed in his method of travel that time had barely seemed to pass.

"Here we are," Nell said, echoing Renn's thoughts.

The place wasn't big, nor was it pretty, clearly built for function over form. The front garden was barren. The windows were boarded shut. The door was undecorated steel. When Nell unlocked and opened the door, the reasons for all of the above became clear - the cold. It rushed out and hit Renn square in the face, ruffling his fur and making him flinch.

Nell stepped into the front hall of the interior, finding patches of frost lining the plaster walls and steel decked floor, no carpets or wallpapers to be seen anywhere. Renn shook himself, scattering flakes of solidified ice aura, not unlike snow, off his pelt. Arceus, it was freezing in here... Nothing held in a shred of warmth.

As he did, Nell led the way up the stairs. Steel, again, but smooth. Still, Nell seemed to have perfect balance, never slipping on the frozen surface. Once again, Renn was baffled, but in awe. He lived in this like a normal person would in a normal house. As comfortable as Renn was in his.

He was caught lost in thought again, all but thrown onto a bed. The most normal thing in the house so far, Nell's bed was a sizeable double, the sheets unmade and pillows strewn. A plush mattress with soft, refreshingly-cool cushions, a pleasure to land in, and he bounced as he did. The rest of the room was neat and tidy. If not for the steel floor and wallpaper-like layer of frost, this room wouldn't have looked too different from Renn's own. He wriggled about on the bed, ears splaying to the sides of his head as he enjoyed the surprisingly comfortable resting place.

And then Nell hopped onto the bed, climbed over him, and pressed his paws down on the Eevee's ears, pinning him to the bed and drawing a gasp from him. Cold...! Those pawpads were ungodly cold! He shivered hard, his fur frizzing up, but Nell didn't move. He loomed over him, staring right into his eyes.

Renn had almost forgotten why he was here, so in awe was he. But that lustful glare was unignorable. Even more so was the massive pink dog-cock hanging between his hinds. Yeah, Renn was suitably intimidated. It was average for a Glaceon, perhaps slightly above, but to an Eevee, that was huge. This... oh, this was going to be an ordeal!

"Now then," Nell growled. "I don't think I need to tell you that I like it rough. If I take the lead, you're gonna bleed. So, with that in mind..." The Glaceon either grinned or snarled, Renn couldn't tell, but he bared his teeth so blatantly. Sharp... "...top or bottom?"

Renn gasped, gazing back up at him open-mouthed, mind racing. Bleeding? Yeah, Renn had expected this. A big, rough guy like this, and a little thing like himself... The size difference was one thing, but manageable if he was gentle. Here, though, that was a big 'if'.

He found his mind wandering in just the same way as it did when he'd spotted the Mightyena waiter. His fantasy developed in his mind, of silent pleas shown cold and harsh reply. With rough and frenzied breaths and motions wild, the Glaceon would bite and claw and rut...

Oh, he could not wait. Renn lifted his forepaws and gripped Nell's, clutching with his own claws, and hissed, "Show me what that ice can do."

Nell grinned, and lunged, and bit. Renn gave a high, shrill yelp of fright, descending into excitement as he caught up with the world. The thick ruff of fur around the Eevee's neck stopped those needle-like fangs from breaking skin, but it offered less protection against the sheer cold. He squeezed his eyes shut and his whole body tensed, and as he gasped, Nell only bit harder.

This was the kind of foreplay Renn liked. Rough, violent, the kind of thing he'd feel in the morning. It was only late afternoon, too, so he had a sneaking feeling Nell was going to take his time with him. He didn't mind that in the slightest, of course.

Still holding onto Nell, Renn's paws moved when his did, and he was so lost in awe that by the time he realized the Glaceon had pressed his paws down on the Eevee's chest, those freezing-cold claws were already digging into him through his fur, already dragging down his body, causing a sharp, piercing pain that made him arch his back, squirm, whimper...

All the while, Nell watched him closely. Watched him grit his teeth, listened to the hints of pleasure in his yips and yelps. The Glaceon would have stopped if he didn't enjoy having this inflicted on him, but no, Renn was savoring it. Good. That meant he could proceed.

Nell pressed down harder, claws breaking skin, forcing a choked moan out of him. Beads of blood formed at those narrow cuts. It wasn't long before Renn felt those drops trickling along his fur, staining it just the faintest hint of red.

Then a rush of cold. He opened his eyes, glanced up at the Glaceon's impassive face, and craned his neck to look down to his belly. He caught a glimpse of glittering red, hovering in the air inches away from his fur, but barely had time to wonder before Nell's paw rose and pressed on his cheek, pushing the other side of his face into the cold bedsheets. He was starting to warm them, but it still made him shiver, and not just in desire. He gasped softly, feeling his growing shaft twitch.

Nell must have noticed it too. "You're enjoying this more than I thought you would," he commented. "That is pleasure, isn't it?"

Renn tried to nod, give the confirmation he wanted, but he was held down securely. "I... Yeah... I've always liked it rough, but this..." He gave a breathy moan. "This is something special..."

"Guess I'll have to keep up the bloodletting then, huh?" For the first time, in his peripheral vision, Renn saw Nell grin. "Good thing I have a few more tricks up my sleeve."

Renn pressed his muzzle up against the ice-cold pawpads, and sighed. "Show me..."

"Gladly." Nell lifted his paw, letting him see the hovering red spike. It took a second for Renn to recognize it. His blood, frozen, shaped into a conical form, glistening in the cold light. A blood-icicle.

One that Nell suddenly grabbed with a paw and jammed into the Eevee's upper foreleg, right below the shoulder, making him yelp and yowl in pain! His whole body tensed as the shock jolted through his entire body. Another spurt of blood, this one ignored, to stain the sheets.

"Fff..." Renn began. His voice trailed off into a startled yelp as Nell suddenly flipped him over. He landed heavily on his skewered foreleg, which buckled under the stress, costing him what little control he had. He whimpered, then yowled as Nell once again bit down on his neck, on the scruff this time. He held tight, pressed his paws down on Renn's, and before he could even register it, ice completely covered his paws from the elbow joint down. Like long, rigid stockings, binding him to the bed with irregular patterns.

Renn was practically just along for the ride, now. Nell was moving too quickly for him to keep up. He couldn't have slipped free if he'd wanted to, nor did he have much influence. Just how he liked it. The way the Glaceon was manhandling him with such control, it made him shudder. Though the cold was helping that. His body heat did little to melt the ice, but what little it did was making patches of his fur wet.

But if he wasn't prepared to get a little wet, he wouldn't have taken the Glaceon up on his offer, now would he?

Nell forced his hind legs apart and, once again, froze those to the bed from the heels down. Not a second later, he properly mounted the smaller Eevee, shoving his cold sheath right under his fluffy tail. His sheath, and the rest of his junk. That smooth cock felt a lot bigger than it had looked, and as he felt heavy balls rest against his own, he realized the extent of violation he was in for. The pulses of pain in his shoulder, still impaled, still bleeding, were indistinguishable from the rush of anticipation.

Oh hell yes. It was a shame he couldn't really move his body. He so wanted to grind back against the bigger creature. But he was stuck there. Rear raised, hind legs standing tall. His front resting on the bed, fore legs lying parallel to the mattress. Tail flagged to one side invitingly, exposing himself. Ass up, ready... Presenting himself was all he could do.

Fortunately, Nell was willing to do the rest of the work. Only then did he release Renn's neck - he felt the tiniest shred of relief - and only to speak.

"Kinky li'l 'vee," he growled. Like he could talk! But before Renn could give that retort, he added, "Limbs going numb yet?"

They were, now that he mentioned it. The pain in his shoulder wasn't as strong as it had been. He knew that didn't mean the damage was lessened any, and he knew he'd feel it all again when the crude anaesthetic wore off, but right now, he didn't care. He nodded weakly, shifting in his partial cage.

"Good," Nell continued, pressing his claws into Renn's hips. He flinched, but it seemed the numbing effect was spreading throughout his body. It didn't hurt as much as it should have. "Feel that?"

"Kinda..." He took in a slow breath. There was one admittedly scary thought on his mind, and he voiced it. "I'm not gonna get frostbite from this, am I?"

"No, no." Suddenly, Nell's voice took on a more soothing tone. That didn't stop him from raking his claws down until he could grope the Eevee's ass, though. Renn had to admit, he kind of wished he could feel that more clearly... He loved being appreciated like that. "It's not like mundane ice. You're more bound than frozen, and I have absolute control." Nell leaned in, to whisper into his ear. "Worst case scenario, you'll be sore all over for two or three days. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Renn shivered and nodded firmly. All over, he said...

"You ready?" Nell asked. One last bit of hesitation. Just to be sure.

Renn appreciated it. He nodded again, even more eagerly. "Do it already!"

He did. He bit Renn's ear this time, pressing frozen fangs in, and bucked his hips forward to violently shove his cock into him. Even numbed, Renn shrieked in pain, until Nell reached forward to clamp a paw down on his muzzle, shutting him up. Muffled whimpers escaped him as Nell wasted no more time in building up to a careless rhythm.

Holy shit it was huge. It was smooth, but it was thick and hard, and too dry. He was definitely overstretched already, definitely torn, definitely bleeding. He couldn't feel much, but he knew that, at least. As Nell began to draw his hips back, gripping his lower back with one paw and his short muzzle with the other, Renn tried to breathe, tried to relax. No good. He could feel that thick shaft withdrawing. He could feel himself bleeding. And despite it, he could feel his own arousal building...

And suddenly, he could feel Nell shunting forward, sinking that thick cock into him again. He moaned into his pawpads, squeezing his eyes shut to endure the pain, and listened to the Glaceon's pleasured sigh. Fuck, he felt so full... How could this feel so good? Controlled so completely, squirming so weakly... Held down and frozen and bleeding profusely...

The next time Nell thrust into him, he could only give a blissful cry. That ice... Oh, Arceus, he needed it, he was in such awe at this Glaceon's power! That perfect control... unflinching, unshaking, such confidence in his domination.

"Still hanging in there?" Nell asked, his voice distorted by a heavy growl that made Renn shudder.

"Mm-hm...!" Renn just about managed, his voice cracking and rising in pitch as Nell ground a few inches deeper, forcing his way in. Then, Nell removed his paw from the Eevee's muzzle, letting him pant openly again, and planted his paw down onto the mattress in front of him, inches from his nose.

"Bite," the Glaceon commanded. "Hard. I'm not gonna hold back."

Renn didn't think about it for long. He bit down on the Glaceon's foreleg, gritting his teeth into the muscle, and he felt him tense up and throb inside him, giving him another generous spurt of pre. So he liked the pain too, did he...?

Not that there was much he could do with that, as Nell started slamming his hips into Renn's own, rocking his smaller body forward. Hilting thrusts bulged his belly so easily. The other forepaw grasped at his throat, dragging claws along it, threatening a fatal slice but never delivering it. As the claws reached the side of his neck, they cut into him, filling his mind with a sharp agony, and the rush of vulnerability. He was trusting this Glaceon an awful lot... and fuck, it turned him on. Knowing he was fully in Nell's paws...

He could barely even hear his own thoughtless cries. So helpless, ensnared in this creature's deathly grasp, caught in his blizzard... and he didn't want to leave. He was growing dizzy, those sudden jolts he could barely feel, and the biting cold all over his body, inside and out... He heard himself moaning the Glaceon's name. He couldn't tell what it was he'd pleaded for in that lustful haze, but whatever it was, it spurred them both on.

His sense of touch may have been dulled, but the rest were not. He could hear Nell's heavy, rapid panting, his knot battering his dampened behind, his balls slapping heavily into his own. He could smell the blood, the scents of sex, the frigid coldness in the air. He could see nothing more than the frosted-over pillows and crumpled blankets between his frozen paws. And he could taste Nell's blood in turn, his teeth clamping down on his foreleg, he could feel the bones...

And he could feel his orgasm approaching. Not as quickly as Nell's, nor as slowly as he would have liked, but it was coming. And it was up to Nell when it could come. Whether it would come at all. He had such control...

The Glaceon suddenly shoved down on Renn's injured shoulder with his free paw, making him yowl out, and seized his scruff again with a savage snarl. With a series of smacks and a loud, wet plap, Nell forced his knot inside him, stretching him wider still, and Arceus, it felt like he was going to split in two! His insides were quickly coated in white as powerful spurts of thick, cool seed filled him absolutely, and then some. He could almost feel it. The pulsing of the shaft, the odd, cool, fulfilling sensation in his body... and the strain in his belly, the bulge from the Glaceon's tip. That perfect seal of the knot inside him meant that mess had nowhere else to go but in him, and he wouldn't have been surprised to see a bulge in his belly even after he'd pull out. Fuck... He kind of enjoyed that thought...

He could feel that constant pressure on his prostate and it was driving him insane. He was so close, he could feel it. He knew his cock was drooling pre onto the sheets below, landing in a slushy, half-frozen pool beneath his hinds, damn it, he was so close, so close...

"...so close, please-please-please..." He didn't even realize he'd been breathlessly pleading.

Nell did not forget him. He'd never been so relieved to feel smooth pawpads pressing to the underside of his cock, pressing it into his belly-fur, nudging the bulge, and stroking firmly. He tensed, jerked suddenly, trying so hard to grind into Nell's paw, moaning out so desperately. So... close...

It was another buck of Nell's hips, the shove to his prostate, that set him off. He yelped, his body tensing all over, clenching weakly on the intruding flesh as the faint shudder of a muffled orgasm coursed through him, as ropes of cum painted the sheets below him. Fuck...! It wasn't enough! His sense of touch dulled it too much, he needed more! He whined so needily, begged for him not to stop, to please never stop...

Now that he had both paws free, Nell pressed both down on the Eevee's shoulders, bit his scruff harder, pulled his knot free with a loud pop and a burst of delicious pain, and granted Renn's wish.

Until the fall of night, they howled and moaned; and all the while, the Eevee begged for more...

---

Mere nights later, he stood before a grand chunk of cyan blue. An ice rock, crystallized Ice-elemental aura formed long ago, and now, preserved. A site of magic, some called it. Either a subject of study, or an attraction.

To Renn, however, it was a means to an end. It was the perfect structure from which to draw pure Ice. The perfect thing to facilitate his adaptation to a form more like Nell's. A form that could control that essence, just like he had... A form that had... control...

Yes, he was sure of this. He didn't doubt that for a second.

He reached a forepaw out to it.