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Phase Shift

By Arcane Reno

"See? I am only saying that it is strange." Pouncer, the morning shift supervisor, leaned against the doorframe of Café Plaisir's main bar, scowling at what looked like a sizable cone of black leather dangling from the ceiling in the middle of the room. A pair of large, round ears stuck out from the top of the mass, covered by a pair of hot pink headphones.

"I'm inclined to agree. I'd heard she was a bit eccentric, but she's supposed to be one of the best..." Firenze, standing next to the grovyle, twitched a pair of fluffy tails vaguely. "We did offer her a room. She refused."

"It's scaring the guests."

The ninetales scanned the bar--mainly empty at this time, save a handful of patrons taking a late breakfast and staff puttering about with typical afternoon languor. A few shot disconcerted glances at the cocoon-like mass, but otherwise paid it no mind.

"It's only for one night. We'll manage."

"If you say so."

Across the bar, at least one pair of eyes paid no attention to the strange intrusion. Cyan Phase lounged on a bar stool, his back against the bar as he glared out at the world in general, the zangoose's dangling footpaws quivering as he gestured wildly with his claws.

"..and to make it worse, I had to spend all morning hauling equipment for this... Nocturne person, getting things set up in Dark Pulse."

"Well, that's kinda your job, Cyan," murmured a dedenne sitting next to him.

"I bet Clarice didn't even listen to my remixes! This could've been my shot, and they didn't even listen! Who even is Nocturne? Never heard of him. I bet my music could blow his off the charts!"

"Hers. I've heard it, she's good--"

The dedenne cut off in the face of the larger 'mon's scowl. One long tuft of headfur dangled over the zangoose's left eye in the opposite direction to the zig-zag pattern across his chest--combed into place for an appropriately counter-culture look.

"Thought you were on my side here, Cole."

"I am! It's just... Y'know. She's a professional, and we're the tech help."

Cyan's scowl deepened. "I'm as good as any damned DJ out there. There wasn't any need to hire someone from outside! This is so unfair!" His tail swished. "I'd like to give this Nocturne person a run for her money, thinking she's all superior. I just need a chance and I could totally out-DJ her!"

WHUMP!

Both pokémon jumped as the dark shape which had plummeted from the ceiling picked itself up off the floor, wide, leathery wings unwrapping from a slim, black and purple body, allowing a noivern to stand on its red-clawed feet. Intense yellow eyes settled on Cyan, narrowed, and the noivern ambled towards them.

It was rivalry at first sight. Cole tried to sink into his barstool, his whiskers twitching at the sensation of lightning crackling between Cyan and the stranger.

"So," the noivern said as she drew near, her voice calm and melodious, but holding an undertone of menace. "Heard you were talking shit, kiddo." She reached up with a wing and swept the pink DJ headphones off her ears and around her neck. "Got anything else to say?"

"Yeah. I'm not a kid!" Cyan slid off the barstool to stand in front of the noivern, crossing his arms and glaring right back at her. He knew her type. She wasn't anything special, even if she thought she was the greatest.

It might have been intimidating if he weren't so much smaller than the looming dragon-bat.

"That so? You sure talk like one. Think you're better than me?"

"You're Nocturne?"

"In the flesh."

Cole pointed at the headphones around her neck. "How did you hear through those?"

The noivern's expression softened. She tapped one of her large ears. "These babies catch a lot, even with my 'phones on. Your friend here wasn't exactly quiet, despite the fact that some of us are trying to sleep."

"Well what are you doing trying to sleep in the damned main bar?!" Cyan retorted.

Nocturne shrugged her wings. "I like a bit of white noise. Rooms are too quiet. Sometimes pick up things subconsciously that I can use for music." She glanced him up and down. "So, what, you're a local amateur DJ or something?"

Cyan puffed out his chest. "Not just an amateur. I've played shows!"

"Right. What's your name?"

"Cyan Phase."

Her gaze fixed on the zig-zag pattern across his chest. Rather than the usual red, it and his other markings bore an odd shade of violet. A few tufts of blue fur marked the edges. "...Right." She didn't see much point in calling him out on it or wasting much more time on him. "Look, kiddo, I'm sorry you didn't get your shot, but this is still my gig tonight. Capice? Lose the mouth and listen. You might learn some shit." She spun around, preparing to find a quieter spot to rest for the rest of the afternoon.

The zangoose wasn't ready to be so dismissed, a wild notion forming in his mind. He could prove himself tonight! Or, at least prove she wasn't so great! "Bet you can't spin your set if you're distracted!"

Nocturne looked over her shoulder. "What?"

He pointed a claw at her. "I bet I can make you mess up. Distract you." Cyan tossed his head in defiance, flipping back the tuft of fur covering his left eye to reveal a crimson iris in contrast to the icy blue on the right. Yeah, let her get a look at his awesome cosmetic contact! What sort of style did she have? None, that's what! Just an ordinary noivern with a pair of headphones.

Nocturne snorted. "And how do you propose to do that?"

"Cyan, this is a really bad idea..." Cole said.

"Should listen to your friend. He's clearly the smart one."

Cyan bristled. "I'll... I'll..." How would he do it? He caught sight of one of the waiters sauntering across the bar--Nature, the svelte, feminine lucario--and his scowl turned to a smirk. Of course! In perfect Plaisir fashion too. "I'll fuck you under the table. Bet you won't be able to think straight while that's happening! Won't even charge you for it."

"Cyan!" gasped Cole.

Nocturne cackled. "Wow. Just, wow. Never in a million years, kiddo. I'd rather pour hot sauce in my cooch." She held up a wing to forestall his reply. "But, I'll make you a counteroffer. Let it never be said that I turned down a challenge... or a bit of fun."

"Go on..."

"You can eat me out under the table tonight. Make me cum, and I'll admit, in front of the whole audience, that you're a good DJ."

Cyan quivered, glaring at the smug noivern. Debase himself like that? Him? But... he could do it. He knew everything there was to know about cunnilingus after all. He'd read so many online articles! She'd be putty in his paws, and then she'd be sorry she'd made the bet!

He held out a paw. "Deal."

***

The Dark Pulse dance floor teemed with eager partiers. Fog swirled between fur and skin, multicoloured lights illuminating stamping feet both two and four-legged--a multispecies multitude vibrating with excitement for the evening's main act as a pre-recorded interim beat thumped.

On the elevated DJ stage, Nocturne moved into position behind her turntables, a red curtain temporarily cutting her off from the crowd. Her ears pricked at the buzz below, her tail swishing as the building thrill rushed through her. This was always her favourite part.

Even if tonight had an extra complication.

"Last chance to back out, kiddo." She tossed a glance over her shoulder, where Cyan stood pouting behind her. He shook his head. "Fine. Then slide on under. Don't even think about touching my stuff. And if I feel anything other than tongue down there, it's going to stop being fun for you real fast. Capice?"

The zangoose suppressed a growl. As if he'd stoop to dirty tricks! "I gave my word." He stooped and shuffled around her under the turntable deck, then lay on his back on the cool metal floor and slid between her legs. Above his face Nocturne's purple bellyscales met the black of her thighs and tail, a horizontal slit between those powerful legs. His nose twitched; a hint of salt and something bittersweet tickled his senses. Not unpleasant, but not something he wanted to dive right into either. Did all girls smell like this?

Cole peeked into the stage. "Ma'am? You're on in 5...4..." He caught a glimpse of Cyan's white-furred form under the noivern's swishing tail, his ears growing hot.

"3...2...1..."

The dedenne retreated and the curtains slid up, prompting a roar from the crowd below. Nocturne adjusted her headphones over her ears, leaned over the microphone, and bellowed, "What's up Dark Pulse! Are you ready to get freakaaayy?!"

Answering yells of affirmation from hundreds of throats--Damn, she loved hearing that! She dropped her first track into the playlist, tweaked the volume and bass, then threw up a wing. Below, the bump and grind of bodies ratcheted up a notch.

"Okay kiddo, time to get to work," she hissed. She didn't expect much from the overconfident zangoose, but he'd make a decent warmup for later. One of the perks of this gig--she had the rest of the night booked with two of their waiters, free of charge. That red ninetales she'd picked looked like a feisty one, just the way she liked them.

Cyan hesitated, staring up at those soft, violet lips. Slowly he leaned up, bumping his nose against her warm scales. That odd aroma flooded his nose--a bit like rawst berry. No, he wasn't going to back down! Pussy was pussy, and he knew exactly what to do! Gingerly he ran his tongue across her entrance. It didn't taste terrible... Salty, touched with musky bitter. He could handle that. He licked some more, wetting those supple lips. That had to feel pretty good, right? Yeah, he was doing it! He was eating her out!

Nocturne's tail lashed, the light tickling sensation at her snatch almost annoying. She'd figured him for a virgin, but c'mon... He worked in a brothel! She probably shouldn't 'help', but at this rate she wasn't even getting an appetizer. Her muzzle quirked into a grin, and she dropped her hips a little, grinding her mound against the zangoose's face. A muffled squawk of protest--perfect.

"Get in there!" Oops, she hadn't meant to say that into the mic. Oh well. The crowd roared anyway.

Cyan found himself mashed against noivern sex, his nose digging into her vent as she gyrated over him. Ugh. She wanted more? Fine! He swirled his tongue across the hot, pink, inner walls. Bitter savour danced across his palate, and he swallowed with only a small grimace. What had that article said? Oh yeah, she had a clit somewhere, right? He explored with his tongue, feeling out her folds. Maybe that was it? He licked the little nub and Nocturne shuddered. Ha! He had her now. She'd be begging for more in no time!

Vibrating bass thumped through the pair as Nocturne switched tracks, her wing claws flying over knobs and dials. Below, the crowd's gyrations intensified, pulsing lights occasionally flickering off a grinding pair, or hinting at darker corners in purple and blue flashes of more lascivious activities. Nocturne shimmied and vibed with the beat atop her temporary toy, making the most of his lackluster tonguing. At least he'd found her clit, though he seemed to be trying to fight it rather than pleasure it.

Despite himself, Cyan's groin tingled, his sheath plumping. The feminine scent, the vibrations through the floor, the illicit act... Even the music. He had to admit--she was good. Sticky juice trickled down the side of his muzzle, soaking his fur. He must be doing great! Why shouldn't he also have some fun? He gripped his sheath and coaxed his arousal, stroking vigorously until his full length pulsed and oozed in his paw. Yes... A horny girl enjoying his oral talents while he gave her a hint of what she was missing!

Heavy rhythm pounded through the club, the dancers feeding off its energy and reverberating it to the DJ stage. Nocturne reveled, riding Cyan's face and smirking as she glimpsed the zangoose's frantic jerking movements over his cock. At least one of them would get off. She had to give the kid credit; he'd made her wet. Time for her hit track: BoomBurst. She dropped it into the mix, cut the transition, and raised her wings to let the crowd's cheer carry her to bliss.

Pleasure sung through Cyan. This was it! The noivern quivered, her hot snatch mashed against his muzzle. Tension resonated in his loins, his fuzzy balls drawing tight as he pumped his shaft. Just a little more...

The beat dropped, a wave of sound thrumming through the entire club. Cyan stiffened and moaned into Nocturne's mound, his hips twitching, spurts of cream spattering his belly. The noivern cried out, jamming herself down and mashing her clit against his chin.

"Shout out if you like to get wiiild!"

She stabbed a button on her soundboard. Several spotlights flicked on, special mirrors beaming reflections across the club and throwing her spread-winged outline in shadow against the far wall, the ceiling, the floor...

Along with the shadowed outline of the zangoose writhing between her legs.

***

"You did that on purpose!" Cyan accused, cleaning sticky clumps from his fur with a comb. They sat in Nocturne's dressing room, the noivern convulsing with laughter as they cooled off from the set.

"Sure did. Can you blame me? It was hilarious, and they loved it!"

Cyan scowled, trying to summon more anger to combat the heat of embarrassment. Everyone had seen! Okay, they hadn't seen him, but it wouldn't take a genius to figure it out! The nerve of this girl... She was the worst!

Composing herself, Nocturne took a swig from her water bottle. "Look at it this way, kiddo--"

"Stop calling me that!"

"--it's more applause than you've ever had before, right?"

Cyan blinked. She had him there. Still... But, he'd done great, right?

"I guess you win."

"Yeah, guess I do."

She shuffled over to him, raising a wing and patting him on the shoulder. "Hey."

"Yeah?" He met her eyes, defiant.

"I still had fun. Hope you did too, even if you're a smartass kid."

"...Fine. It was okay." She was still the worst. Even if she was a good DJ.

Nocturne shrugged. He still had much to learn, but maybe this was a start. "Before I go, I'll give you something I don't give most people."

"What's that?"

"My real name. It's Twyla." She held out a claw. "Friends?"

He stared at her outstretched wing. Slowly, he grasped it in his paw. One day, he'd surpass her!

"Something like that, sure."

fin

Café Plaisir (c) of Palibakufun and managed by the lovely Dark Violet! Make sure to go check out their pages for more from this lovely universe. And also just give them some love, they deserve it! Cyan Phase is (c) of Wrincewind https://www.furaffinity.net/user/wrincewind/ Firenze is (c) of Dark Violet and Pouncer is (c) of October_Flixard

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