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Rain pattered in little splashes off the streets and sidewalks of Castelia City, quiet rivulets running into storm drains unnoticed amid the bustle and noise that rumbled its way through the concrete canyons, busy even on a night like this.

Being a water-type I didn't mind the rain whatsoever. I had other things on my mind, and the sprinkling of drizzle on my pelt ran off almost instantly anyhow, so why bother with it, really? There were a few envious looks thrown my way by less water-resistant Pokemon who were out of their balls and walking either on their own or with trainers, though, which I always find amusing.

I shook out my twin tails and gave a quick shimmy to get loose water off my flotation sac, then turned a corner towards my goal for the evening. Coin jingled in the pouch that I wore around my waist, my cut from a few battles that Jeremy - my trainer - and I had fought over the last few days.

We had an agreement. I fought hard for him, and we won more than we lost when I'm in the game - I am definitely not your average Floatzel, and I prove it on the battlefields or the trails, wherever we happen to be. In return, I get some of the prize winnings, and unless it's necessary I stay out of my Pokeball. Jeremy's still got it, of course, but he trusts me - at least I'm pretty sure I've managed to convey that he can in the best way I can manage, what with us not exactly speaking the same language.

I spend some cash on small things for myself - little items of clothing that I enjoy, snacks for Jeremy, me, the rest of our team, fun stuff. And then I spend cash at other times on - well - fun stuff for me.

Which was ahead.

We had scrapped quite a bit recently, and I needed some downtime to blow off some steam. Jeremy doesn't mind me wandering off - I've got a collar with his ID and details on it that keeps me from being scooped up as a stray - and the rest of the team appreciates me being a little less high-strung sometimes.

In a quiet, unassuming side street I rapped on a door panel. An intercom chimed. "Yes?"

The query was in human, but I knew my answer would be understood. "Huron. I have an appointment."

There was a pause, then the door hummed and clicked open. I slid inside, into an empty foyer. On one side was an entrance through a coat self-check that showed some signs of use, but not much tonight. On the other side, a door opened into a mostly bare room that featured some automated dryers, foot wash stations, towels and other items that could be of use for Pokemon.

I dried myself quickly and headed towards the far door, towards the sound of thumping music.

Entering the club was always a bit of a sensory overload. The lighting drops, swirling red and yellow engulfing you two steps inside. Music, heavy with beat, swirls around. Bodies move in rising foggy mist here and there. And the rumble of conversation mixes with the scent of multiple creatures - it's warm, thick with energy. I love it.

The human bartender knows me by sight these days, and passed me a drink as I hopped onto one of the stools that fits my height. "Nice to see you, Huron. You've got about a fifteen minute wait."

I chirped a thank-you and slid a pawful of coins across the bar to him. He swept them into a till and nodded, then wandered off to another customer.

It wasn't a busy night, but things were still interesting, to say the least, around me. I took my drink, a Wacan berry smoothie, and swung around to scan the room.

I still wasn't sure how people found out about this place. It doesn't have a name that I know of, and it definitely didn't advertise - how would it? "Exclusive Pokemon club and brothel, around the corner on Fourth and Bernard" would be a little concerning to some people, I'm sure. I'd heard about it from an Ursaring while watching one of my teammates have a single battle some months ago, and had checked it out on a whim. Probably the word of mouth was how the Pokemon got here - but I was really not sure about the trainers in the crowd.

There were a half-dozen tonight. All of them wore face-obscuring Pokemon masks. Several were having drinks and just watching, as I was for the moment, but a couple more were closer up to the stages, and for good reason. On one of the raised platforms, a Linoone was using several blocks and pillars as risers for dancing; two Raichu were watching alongside a man in an Obstagoon mask. The Linoone was playing to him almost exclusively; as I watched, that broad body swung around and rolled onto its back right in front of the guy, displaying in full detail its femininity. One of his hands was out of sight, but I could see his shoulder moving, and guessed that there'd be a visit to one of the private rooms taking place within minutes of her finishing her set.

Across the way, a pair of trainers were watching another show; this one was a spring-form Sawsbuck who wasn't dancing, but posing, using swirls of mist to hide itself from their eyes, flashing a smirk as the masked humans tried to get a view of the equipment. An eddy brushed through the mists just right to show that the Sawsbuck was very male and very erect. One of the trainers stared, then slowly slid away from the stage, apparently intimidated - but the other guy leaned forward with interest. The Sawsbuck lifted an eyebrow and motioned with his antlers, and the trainer disappeared behind the big Pokemon into the mist.

There weren't exactly a lot of places for trainers to get their Pokemon thing on, that I knew of - I suspect that most of that goes on within teams at home, but I guess if a trainer's got a thing for a certain type of 'mon and they don't have one in their team... It was hard to tell if this place had been set up for Pokemon, or for humans, or both, but it did a good job of providing interesting experiences for both.

"Huron?"

I looked up at the bartender. He set a whole Wacan berry down for me and motioned towards a side door. "Room eight's ready for you."

"Thanks!" Sure, he couldn't understand what I said, but why be impolite?

The side door slid open automatically and, when it slid shut, cut the sound of the club down considerably. In its wake were, occasionally, other sounds. Soft sounds, wet sounds, sounds of pleasure. Air filtration did its best in here to keep scents down, but it was there, an earthy tone of sex that went straight to the back brain. I didn't need help to be eager about my own visit, but that added sensation was making it real hard to keep myself tucked away modestly.

Not that modesty was really necessary. I passed one room, its door ajar, and saw that sure enough the trainer and Linoone had made their way inside. She was on the bed, forequarters down and ass up, and the guy was plowing her for all he was worth; streaks of white already painted her striped face, suggesting he was on round two for the evening. I grinned and kept going.

The door to room eight was cracked open just a bit. I pushed my way in. The lights were down, and it got darker as I closed the door entirely behind me. Then there was a slight flicker of energy, a spark, and the lights rose enough to get a look at her.

Her name was Radi, and she was gorgeous, to my eye. Tall, sleek, striped in the most lovely black and white pattern - and one of the most dangerous types of Pokemon for a water type to face.

She grinned. "Hello, Huron. Back again, huh?"

"You leave an impression on a guy, Radi." My tails wagged eagerly as I walked closer. The Zebstrika didn't exactly loom over me but she was definitely bigger. "It's good to see you again."

"Mmm, you too. Been putting away your cash for little old me again, have you?" Her mane flicked as she tossed her head playfully, shifting her striped body to give me more of a view down her flanks. That lightning-bolt-reminiscent tail of hers swept forward, brushed along her side. "I remember how last time went. Are you sure you can handle another turn at all this?"

I undid my side pouch and set it on a table, turned back, and let myself relax. The arousal I'd been focused on keeping tucked away within my furred sheath slid forward into view. Radi smirked. "I suppose you are. Come here, stream dog."

What could I do but acquiesce? I walked the few paces towards her. She ducked her head down, nuzzled my chest with that broad, dark nose. I heard her breathe deep, taking my scent, then she lifted back up and slowly exhaled into my face. I reached up and stroked the sides of her jaw, and breathed out in return. It was strangely sensuous, and Radi had insisted on this little ritual to start our last encounter. I didn't mind.

Being this close, I could feel the gentle hum of her inner electricity. My instincts whispered: water and electric don't mix, run away, get away, but below those instincts were something baser and it was that call which I was paying more attention to. It wasn't difficult, what with the Zebstrika lowering her muzzle and letting that broad tongue slurp along the base of my dick, and all.

Her tongue was velvet and slick warmth. Radi knew her way around an erection and proved it, pushing my sheath back fully with a playful flick, then curling her way down to caress my balls before drawing back along my entire length, playing with the little bead of precum she found at my tip before whisking it away. I groaned in appreciation of her masterful technique. Those icy blue eyes glittered with amusement, and then with a slow, deliberate movement Radi engulfed my entire cock to the root.

Good thing I had been expecting that, or I might have filled her cheeks right then and there, it felt so good. As it was, I nearly did anyhow and it took a few moments of thinking about how badly the local Pokebase team had lost the night before to keep from blowing. She obviously felt it, because her grip eased and she kept an eye on me until I relaxed. Then, slowly, she started to bob back and forth.

It was quite a view, to watch from above as Radi's big head rocked up and down along my length, her tongue curling and teasing as she moved. I let my paws come down and stroke along the stripes that lined her extended neck, digging my blunt claws in to skritch at her shoulders along the spiked mane that swayed as she worked.

A whole new set of instincts were firing now, the ones that shouted "Grab that mouth and thrust until you cum" and all that. I wanted to, Arceus knows, but I had figured out some time ago that sex wasn't just get in, get off and get out, something that a lot of Pokemon I know still live by. (Well, except for some, at least. A Lycanroc I knew once explained the whole mating tie to me, and I still envy the bastard.)

Radi knew my instincts were to grab and hump too, which is why she took it slow and steady. Her muzzle slurped and slid along my tapered length with a steady pace, slowly building up speed at her pace, not mine. She started flickering her tongue against my cocktip and I gave a low whine of pleasure; her lips curled into a smirk and she eased up, teasing. "You're evil," I panted, easing back from the precipice again.

Radi nodded, and shoved her face forward to take me as deep as possible. Her long muzzle was roomy for me, but the tip of my length slipped just slightly into her throat and she clenched as much as possible, sucking for all she was worth.

She was worth more than enough. I tensed all through my body, my tails quivered, and with a shout I came hard. Radi felt it coming and pulled back just enough; the wild bursts of thin cum that gushed across her tongue quickly filled her cheeks. She swallowed once, twice, then held the last of it as the twitches of my cock slowed, then stopped.

Slowly, the Zebstrika pulled off. I wobbled on my feet, panting slightly, but when she opened her mouth to show the puddle of my seed still there for just a moment before swallowing one last time a surge of new eagerness twitched through my well-sucked length.

"You water types are so productive," Radi giggled, clip-clopping her way to the corner of the room where a pitcher sat, a large straw jutting from it. She took a long drink as I sat on the bed to get my breath back. "I don't know where another Floatzel would put all of that!"

"When you're in the water nobody cares how much leaks, I guess," I chuckled. "Makes a mess of the bedsheets when I paw myself off, though."

"Mmm, I can only imagine." Radi smirked. "I like imagining that, to be honest."

"What, you get the chance to do this with all kinds of Pokemon and humans, and watching a Floatzel jerk off is what gets you hot?"

Radi flicked her tail playfully. "Lots of things get me hot, stream dog. Like, say, taking a huge load in my mouth from a very handsome young Floatzel."

I leaned forward with a grin. "Oh? How hot?"

"See for yourself."

In one smooth movement, the Zebstrika before me turned, swiveling to point those magnificent, thick, muscular striped haunches directly at me. I sucked in a breath and felt my erection surging back.

Without a word, she flicked her tail to one side. Dark flesh showed amidst the black and white of her stripes, the discrete pucker just beneath her tail, and below that a discrete line. I got to my feet, admiring that view. And then, with a naughty little look over her shoulder, Radi flexed muscles and winked that pleasant little pussy at me. A flash of pink as her clit peeked out, then another, and by the third one I was there, my paws on her hips and my face planted firmly between her cheeks.

That hum was still there, a barely-sensed tingle that played over my body as flesh touched flesh. My tongue curled along the line of her sex, digging in; she gasped and winked again, and I dove straight for her clit as it peeked again. Radi groaned with approval, her tail batting against the side of my head; I caught it with one paw and held it aside while the other reached up and started to spread her for better tongue access.

She was already quite wet - not as wet as some water-types I've been with, but nicely damp, and my caresses had her flowing that much more. Her haunches flexed and wriggled around my face, accompanied by soft whinnies urging me on. My fingers slid into her, parting those plump labia and exposing even more pink flesh for me to feast on; my tonguetip dipped in deep, seeking the spots that got the best response and focusing on them when Radi reacted.

The Zebstrika was shuddering and starting to lose her balance by the time she gave a firm shove of her rump and pushed me back. "Careful," she warned playfully. "Remember what happened last time."

"Oh, I remember. Most of it, anyhow." I licked my chops and watched the equine figure sprawl onto the bed. "That's why I brought protection this time."

"So I heard. Why don't you show me how well it works?"

Radi shifted on the oversized bed, rolling to her back. Those magnificent haunches settled at the edge of the mattress, and her hind legs slowly fell apart in an unmistakable invitation. My shaft throbbed in eager anticipation.

I quickly retrieved the Wacan berry from my pouch and set it on the bed within arm's reach, then moved to lay my cock against her entrance. She winked again. I growled at the flick of heat against me, then wrapped my forelegs around each of her hinds. Drawing back, I set the tip of my length against her folds and sank in with one hard thrust.

Both of us vocalized as I speared into her. She was wet and warm and her muscles rippled around me. I grasped her long legs and levered myself over her body, sinking as deep as I could; she was roomy, but tight and pleasant as I stroked in and out, trying to set a slow, easy pace to start - until Radi reached up and tapped me with one forehoof.

"Hey. That tongue of yours nearly had me finished." Her eyes narrowed. "Fuck me like you mean it. Make me cum."

I grinned widely, grasped her tighter and gave up on the polite, civilized lovemaking concept for the time being. Instead, I did what she asked, and took her like we were in the wild and working on a nice clutch of eggs.

My hips fairly blurred as I pounded against the bigger Zebstrika, rocking her back and forth on the bed. She lay her head back and moaned, meeting my movements, thrusting her hips up and down, flesh tugging eagerly against my length with each stroke. I slid a paw back around her leg and pressed a pad against her clit, rubbing from one side while my cock drove against it on the other. Radi squealed and started rocking even more eagerly.

I saw the warning signs building. Her mane started to pick up a slight glow. Those intense blue eyes darkened, and sparkles started to flicker within them. The hum got just a little louder. My motions intensified as I worked at driving the Zebstrika over.

"F-fuck, yes! Get ready..."

I reached out without breaking my rhythm, grabbed the Wacan berry, and stuffed it in my mouth. Chewing quickly I felt the juices trickle down my throat. My paw went back to Radi's clit, stroking while II fucked her deep and hard. She gritted her teeth, and her mane leaned towards a shimmering yellow.

I swallowed the berry and tensed. "Now!"

Radi let go. She whinnied, her muscles all clenched at once, and she rolled into a massive orgasm. Along with the gush of her fluids against my belly, though, something else came - an eruption of energy that filled the room with light.

Discharge.

The electricity coursed straight through me, connected as we were. The last time this had happened, I'd been blown clean off her and spent fifteen minutes unconscious. This time, though, the Wacan berry - which, I should note, dulls electric attacks - took the edge off. Mostly.

My body twitched with the current flowing through it. Muscles clenched. My balls drew up as my lower body tensed under the onslaught, and, electricity crackling all around, I erupted into a massive orgasm of my own.

Jet after jet of thin cum gushed into the Zebstrika's pussy, until through the haze of electricity I felt it splashing back against my groin. I kept cumming, though, pulsing with the electric jolts that Radi continued to emit.

Finally, though, she ran down - and so did I. Steaming just slightly, I held myself up against Radi's hindquarters, legs barely managing to keep me upright. Finally, though, I drew back, my softening length sliding free with a gush of seed that trickled down across her tailhole and pooled around her tailbase.

I stepped to one side and collapsed onto the bed, staring at the roof. "Arceus, you're good."

Radi slowly rolled onto her side, draped a forehoof across my chest, and smiled. "Not so bad yourself, stream dog. Wacan berries, hm?"

"Yeah. Figured I'd give it a try, anyhow. That was amazing."

She giggled. "Yes, it was. Feels nice for me too, being able to cut loose like that when I peak. Adds to the pleasure."

"Good. You work hard, you deserve it." I licked her nose. She wrinkled it and huffed. "Gonna have to come back after the monthly tournaments and relax."

"You are welcome any time. Perhaps next time we can explore some other pleasures."

"Not to be crude, but I do want to try that tight butt of yours sometime."

Radi smirked. "We'll see." She glanced across the room. "For now, though - we still have twenty minutes."

I lifted an eyebrow as the Zebstrika rose, standing on the bed over me. "I don't know if I have another round in me after that last one. What did you have in mind?"

"Well - you are very talented with your tongue. Why don't you amuse me" - I watched her slowly turn, step over my shoulders and lower herself to her knees over my body, sopping-wet pussy over my face - "and in return, I will have a conversation with this" - her tongue curled against the bit of my cock peeking from its sheath - "and see if we can't come to an agreement in that time."

"Don't mind if I do."

I made a mental note as she lowered those glorious haunches onto my face: buy more Wacan berries. Soon.