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A Random Encounter Gone Right

If someone had told me that in a week from now, I'd have a horny femme Delphox grinding her spade on my face while a Kommo-o watches and strokes himself off... Well honestly, I'd start thinking about it, pop an awkward ninja boner and promptly change the subject with a hearty laugh. But that’s neither here nor there; let’s go back a few days shall we?

"October" is property of October Flixard

"Firenze", "Rain Flower", and "Prometheus" are property of Dark Violet

"Jack" is property of Pali Bakufun

Part 1:

Bar and Grill

Bill was fuming at this point as he paced around my room.

“Seriously John! You can't just sit here moping the rest of your life, it’s time to move on! Forget about her and come hang out with me tonight, I promise you’ll have a great time.”

Rolling my eyes, I turned to him and held up my left hand, three fingers raised.

“You keep saying that, but do you remember Evan’s bachelor party?” I put one finger down.

Bill’s shoulders slumped.

“What about Tasha’s Birthday?” Down goes the second finger.

Okay that one got a chuckle out of him; not my intention, but oh well...

“And let’s not forget the Christmas party at Dad’s condo last year.” I twisted my wrist around, keeping the last finger up in an all too familiar gesture while showing Bill the back of my palm.

Now that one got to him...

“You do remember we agreed not to talk about that again, right?” Bill grumbled at me, clearly irritated.

I nodded, and unconsciously traced the bite scars on my left hand. This did not go unnoticed by Bill and he sighed, nodding himself. This wasn’t the first time lately that he pestered me to go out with him and have some fun, and likely wouldn’t be the last. I knew my brother, and he would only get more annoying as time went on… (sigh) Damn him for caring right now!

“Fine... What did you have in mind?” Why do I feel like I just signed my own death warrant?

Bill cheered up relatively quickly at my question, and reached into his pocket — never a good sign — and passed me a neat, well-made business card with a large stylized letter “P” emblazoned on one side with an address, several phone numbers, and in bold letters styled the same as the front was the name “Café Plaisir.”

‘What the fuck, all this noise over a damn restaurant?’

“Okay, so I was talking to Ted the other day...” Bill rambled on and on for a bit and I just sighed. This should be a good one.

Later that night, I had dug around in my closet for something relatively nice to wear. Nothing fancy; gray slacks, black belt and a white button-up works just about anywhere so I went with that. The more I thought about it, the more the idea of going out actually appealed to me. Bill had already said that tonight was on him so screw it; a steak and a few pints were starting to sound pretty good right about now. The only downside to riding with Bill was his horrible taste in music….

“So, you never actually told me where we are going, Bill.” I said in an effort to break the monotony of watching trees pass my gaze.

“It’s on the outskirts of Pryor, nestled in the nearby forest. That reminds me, did you bring any singles?” Bill replied with a grin.

Singles?

“What, you mean for tips?” I asked, confirming the contents of my wallet.

One shit-eating grin later, he replied. “Something like that…”

I just rolled my eyes and leaned back in the seat for a quick nap. I had a good hour until we arrived, so why not? I locked the seat back a few pegs and snatched one of Bill’s hats from the back seat, shading my eyes from the evil flash of the street lamps as we drove past and allowing the diminished light to lull me to sleep...

Bill slapped my gut with a resounding smack, instantly shocking me awake. I jolted up like a spring and glared daggers at Bill, but he chuckled and pointed behind me across the parking lot I now realized we were in. Right before me was a large, admittedly odd building. From what I could see in the evening light, it seemed like several different structures had been stuck together with completely different aesthetics… Someone with any higher level of OCD might actually have a hard time looking at it after a few drinks. It was probably a hell of a thing to look at in the light of day.

“Come on John, let's go! Gonna get lucky... TONIGHT!!!” He yelled the last part with some ridiculous frat-boy howl.

“What the hell is wrong with you; friends with one of the waiters?” I asked, incredulous at Bill’s antics in the middle of the packed lot.

The snickering of several Pokémon in the parking lot, both security personnel and those collecting trash, made it clear that his proclamation had not gone unheard. Houndour, Noctowl, Umbreon, and several others going about their business; there was even a Torracat nearby guiding customers back and forth from their cars and the Café by the light of it’s collar flame as though it were a lantern.

“Huh, clever idea. Never seen the Litten evo-line use their flame like that.” I said, a bit impressed at the ingenuity.

“Thanks for the compliment, cutie!” The small cat purred as she passed me, a clear strut in her steps and a mischievous glint in her eyes.

I chuckled a bit, and followed Bill inside. At the door a Decidueye greeted us with a courtly bow, and cheery voice.

“Welcome back to the Café, Bill! Sorry to say that Richter is off, and I’m stuck on greeter duty tonight so you may want to do a bit of browsing… Oh! I think I saw Beryl on shift though.” The Decidueye said. He wore a smile - not a customer-service, over-enthusiastic beam, but a friendly grin.

“That’s okay, Charlie. I’m here for my brother tonight anyway, it’s his first time here and I was hoping to leave him with a good impression of the place. Any-hoot… John, this is my pal Charlie. He, Richter, and Beryl are the ones who usually take care of me when I come visit.”

Bill slung his arm around Charlie and the bird responded in kind, nuzzling their brows together with a shared laugh. It was obvious these two were close, so I just enjoyed the air of camaraderie for a moment.

“Well Charlie, it’s nice meeting you,” I said with a good-natured smile, “glad to know there are some people that can keep my brother out of trouble and tolerate him all at once. Unfortunately... I’m hungry, so I’m heading inside if you don’t mind.” I gave a quick bow of my own to mirror his.

“Sure, sure. Oh, here take this coupon. A first timer, and brother of one of my best friends and customers? Firenze will have no issue with a bit of extra hospitality; on the house!” Charlie reached into a satchel slung around his neck and dug out a glossy card that merely read: ‘One night only - Two-for-one special!’ Followed by a series of signatures on the opposite side.

“Nice! Are you sure, Charlie? Don’t you guys save those for VIPs and such?” Bill sounded a bit cautious, clearly not wanting his friend to get in trouble.

“It’s fine, I’ve got clearance to pass a few of these out per week at my own discretion. No one cares, and it's good for word-of-mouth advertising. Just give that to your chosen waiter, answer a couple questions, and they will handle the rest. If you have any questions, you can ask Jack, the Typhlosion behind the bar, or the golden Ninetales Firenze; they can settle anything you need. Now go on and enjoy yourselves, you two. I’ve still got others to greet tonight.” Charlie said with a chuckle, shooing us off with a flap of his wings.

“And don’t think I didn’t catch that owl pun, Bill!” The Decidueye said before turning his attention back to the foyer before him.

Bill and I both chuckled and walked into the main bar and my eyes scanned the room. I was no stranger to seeing Pokémon and I had heard of a few places that employed a significant number of them, but this was the first time I had seen it myself. All around were a good thirty or so tables and booths, all manned by Pokémon waiters, Pokémon bartenders, cleaning crew and everything.

“So many… Is this entire place run by Pokémon?” I asked.

“To the best of my knowledge, yeah. I think Firenze told me that the only humans that worked here were out-sourced contractors, or something like that. Shall we?” He replied, and started walking toward one of the empty tables off to the side.

My first thought once we sat down was about the furniture for some reason, no idea why. Comfy chairs, and hardwood tables with glass tops… ‘Nice,’ I thought absentmindedly, now admiring the rest of the building when a pair of short quick taps on the wooden table caught my attention. A Marowak with a large brown mark on it’s skull was looking at us with a smile. I could see the bone, a smoking femur tucked under its arm with a pair of menus in hand and a black apron over its chest like a toga.

“Welcome to Café Plaisir. I’ll be your waiter for the time being, and shall do my utmost to satisfy you tonight... As one of you is more than aware. You may call me Beryl… Charlie passed me a message that you came to visit, so I traded tables with October.”

Bill chuckled and got off his chair, only to kneel down and embrace the Marowak in a hug — another good friend it seemed. How often does he come here? Ignoring the spectacle, I started looking through the first of two different menus that he had brought us. Honestly the food looked and sounded great, and my mouth was watering at both the pictures and the descriptions of the meal we could get here.

“This all looks amazing; is the food here made by the Pokémon too?” I asked, having narrowed my choice down to the porterhouse steak, or a magnificent looking lasagna with Tamato berry sauce.

Beryl and Bill had disengaged from their bro moment, and the Marowak beamed - I’d apparently touched upon one of his favorite subjects.

“That’s right! We Pokémon make everything here ourselves, I’m even taking an apprenticeship as a chef here myself! The head chef says I’m doing great, and even offered to vouch for me to my choice of restaurants if I keep the same pace I’m already at!” Beryl was positively glowing with pride at this, and even offered me his personal recommendations, one of which was the lasagna I had already been looking over.

“Sold! Tamato berry lasagna, it is. And do you have a recommendation for a nice sharp pint to go with it as well?” I asked, placing down my menu and rubbing my hands together in anticipation. Beryl thought for a moment…

“Ah! How about a Belgian lager with Pamtre berry essence? The Pamtre berries can help neutralize the heat from the Tamato berry sauce and act as a palate quencher at the same time with just a hint of sweetness. Perfect to ready you for whoever you have in mind for dessert.” He looked so damn happy with himself I couldn’t say no, even if I wanted to (His choices were spot on!).

Wait a minute, what did he say? ‘Whoever I have in mind for dessert’? Whatever, guess he just misspoke, he was pretty excited.

Bill just ended up getting fish and chips with a pint of whatever Jack recommended that night. A few more words of banter back and forth and the Marowak was walking off with our order, twirling his femur baton with pale green flames trailing at each end while humming away. The ghostly flames caught my eye, hypnotizing me with their movements until Bill snapped his fingers in my ear jolting me back to the waking world.

“His flames are why they call him Beryl around here, mesmerizing aren’t they?” He said with a smile.

“Yeah, I didn’t even realize he was an Alolan sub-species until I saw the flames. You're right, it is hard to look away.” I admitted, having a quick laugh.

We were waiting a bit longer than I thought, maybe twenty-five minutes in total before Beryl came back out carrying two plates with our meals. A gruff Umbreon had stopped by a while back to drop off our drinks, so as Beryl got us all situated he spoke up.

“Sorry about the wait, we got so animated in talking about the food earlier that I had to convince the head chef to let me cook your meals myself. He thought it was a great chance for me to show my progress. Dig in, friends! I'd love to hear your thoughts.” He beamed, dropping a sprig of parsley over my meal with a flourish.

Dig in we did, and not a scrap survived our ravenous hunger or the jovial banter between the three of us. I told Beryl that the next time I visited that I’d be asking him to take up the spatula again for me, and that he should be planning meal layouts as well. I swear I saw a tear leave his eyes as with a smile, he bowed to us. Behind him I noticed a Medicham wearing a tall chef’s hat staring at our table from the kitchen with an appraising look, so I raised my mug to him with a pleased smile and a nod. The Medicham smiled back at me, and silently crept back to work, a teacher’s pride shining on his face. Beryl refilled our drinks and left us to our own devices, saying he would be back to check on us soon and headed back to the kitchen with our plates.

“Still wish you had stayed home? Or did little brother do good tonight?” Bill asked, taking a deep draught of his ale and nodding at the mug approvingly.

"Fine, you get a few points for this one." I admitted with a chuckle, and raised my own mug for a toast.

“To new experiences, moving on, and getting the fuck out of the house!” I declared as we tapped our drinks together with a deep well of merriment.

“Bit early for the first of those but, here here!” Bill drained his mug after that with a subtle burp and a chuckle.

“I don’t know about you, but now that I’ve eaten, I’ve got an entirely different kind of hunger to satisfy. There's more to do here than just the food, you good by yourself for a bit? I’ve got a friend to catch up with.” Bill asked and I shrugged, shooing him off.

Bill walked off and I looked around for a few minutes, wondering what he meant by other things to do here. The building was massive compared to the lobby and bar I was in now, so I waved over to Beryl as I saw him and signaled I was moving over to the bar. I grabbed the menu that Beryl had left with us earlier, never bothered looking at it really, just thought it was a drink or dessert menu since he left them with us after we ordered.

A short walk to the bar that seemed to span an entire wall and I sat down, looking up. Never before had I seen so many bottles of different shapes and colors. One was even cradled in a place of honor, locked behind a plexiglass case marked ‘Property of Jack, KEEP OUT’… The Head Bartender clearly had a few favorites, and made damn sure no one grabbed the wrong bottles.

“Nice, right? It’s a Glenfiddich, circa 1937…” I looked up and saw the Typhlosion barkeep, Jack, from earlier polishing a glass a few feet away. He had a smug look on his face as he named the bottle.

“Bit of a connoisseur, I take it? Heh, sorry I’m a bit more impressed by the variety than anything… I wouldn’t recognise a rarity if someone broke it over my head.” I grinned, shrugging.

The Typhlosion shook his head with a sigh, and slung his towel over his shoulder. Before I could say a thing, he grabbed my mug and took an appraising sniff before nodding. A moment later he was walking over to a small keg behind the bar, topping me off.

“Belgian lager with Pamtre, not a bad choice. Sweet, smooth and ages well.” He slid the mug back to me, and I gave him a look before sipping.

“How many kinds of drinks do you have here?” I asked, seeing all the bottles and now the kegs as well below the counter.

“You know, even I can't even remember honestly. Somewhere in the mid-hundreds…"

“And you recognised it, just from the smell? That’s… impressive.” I was shocked at this Typhlosion’s alcoholic mastery, and raised my mug to him in thanks. A short nod, and a quick smirk were his only response.

“So tell me... It's Jack, right?”

He gave a short nod as he glanced around at the rest of the bar before proceeding to polish another glass.

“Alright, Jack. I’ve had an excellent meal, been thoroughly impressed by the barkeep’s skill, and I’m told there is more to this place than just a Pokémon-run restaurant. Care to enlighten me? What else is there to do here?” I asked, taking a swig of my drink.

Jack smiled openly now and was winding-up to speak when a passing Mawile waiter cut him off.

“You could always get laid. I haven't been with a human lately.” The Mawile smacked my ass with her jaw-like horn, a sultry purr and a wink finishing off her blatant flirting.

I choked on my beer. A healthy amount splashed onto the counter and the surprised (and annoyed) Typhlosion.

I rubber-necked down at the Mawile, then back up at Jack. He was patting down the fur on his face and chest with a sigh... Oh, if looks could kill.

“Saffron… Get back to work, you and I will be speaking with Coco later.” The Mawile, Saffron, squeaked and ran off to her table after a quick and prompt ‘sorry’.

I picked up an extra washcloth I saw and started to clean the counter of my own spilled lager and spittle while Jack made himself presentable again.

“Sorry about that… She kinda surprised me there, with that joke.” He waved me off my apology with a sigh.

“(Sigh) Not the first time, won’t be the last. Let me guess… First time here? Never even heard of the place before, right?”

I nodded, telling him how my brother brought me here to help me get over my ex.

“Yeah, that sounds about right… You got that menu from your waiter? Have you looked at it yet?” Jack pointed down at the menu I had taken with me from our table earlier.

Confusion crossed my face as I grabbed the laminated booklet and began to thumb through it, seeking the answers that Jack had hinted at it hiding within… With my eyes going wide, I found them rather quickly. A quick and more attentive look around the room revealed more evidence to support the words written on the menu in my hand. I looked back to Jack for confirmation that my eyes weren’t deceiving me.

“Any chance you know any French?” Jack asked.

I nodded a little.

“Café... "Plaisir"... Make a bit more sense yet?” Jack asked.

I looked again out at the room before me. A few tails were hiked to show off their owner’s pride, a man in a corner booth was leaning back on the bench with an oh so satisfied grin plastered on his relaxed form… And the hind end of a Manectric plainly poking out from under his table, Oh so conveniently right in front of him.

“So, Café Plaisir... Is what, a Brothel?” I asked, reaffirming what I already knew now.

“Among other things… Refill?” Jack asked, holding up my mug.

“No… Something a bit stronger please.” I planted my face in my palms. Bill was so going to get it.

Part 2:

Taking a Chance

Over an hour later, I was still sitting at the bar, nursing my drink under the watchful eye of Jack, the barkeep. He had already said I was wearing out my welcome at the tap, and that he would be cutting me off after one more glass. I think this must have been my fourth maybe, but he never gave me anything strong to begin with, so I’d be able to ‘walk it off,’ in his words.

“No point in blacking out from drinking your first time here,” He’d said. “You get one more, then you’re done. Come back in a few hours if you think you need more; but there is plenty to do here and you aren’t pickled enough to miss out.”

Jack was a good guy, I liked him. If I met a manager or the owner, I’d better tell them that he deserves a raise… Or something.

I had just finished off the last of my current draught of naughty water, and had signaled Jack for another refill when I felt a soft, yet sharp tap on my shoulder and heard the muffled sound of a furry body hopping into the stool next to mine.

“Hey there, mind if I join you for a drink?” ‘A Brit?’ I thought at the sound of the voice and turned to greet my bar neighbor.

I turned toward the voice and the first thing I saw merely a foot or so away from my face was a sea of disheveled crimson fur, tipped in black and glowing green eyes that seemed to pulse brighter with the ivory points of his disarming “Let’s make a deal” smile. But I was drunk, so my only thoughts were: ‘Glowing eyes, big teeth, dark fur’... And I reacted as you can well imagine, I’m told it was pretty funny from a distance.

“HOLY FUCK!!!” I yelped and tried to jump away, but tripped on my own ass and ended up flat on my back with my stool on top of me. I groaned, the room was spinning now.

“HAHA-Haaa! Bravo, that was classic. Haven’t seen a tumble like that in a long while.” A fox’s laughter, smooth and sharp, echoed above me for a moment. I might have even heard a few snickers in the distance, followed by a clearly audible sigh of ‘Really now, October?’.

Then the growl came, followed by a single slammed fist on the bar’s counter.

“Dammit October, How many times have I told you about messing with the customers!? You mangy fox… Git!” Okay, that was Jack. Jack sounded mad.

“What? What’s wrong with joining a customer for a drink at the end of my shift? What joy is there in drinking alone when one’s presence could easily shift a lonesome endeavor into one of merriment?” The red Ninetales (yes, definitely a Ninetales, I can see that now), October demanded, trying to maintain a distinguished air about his form.

“Is there a problem here? October...”

The crimson fox went rigid, looking for all intents and purposes like a puppy caught with his muzzle stuck in the cookie jar. Ears back as he curled in on himself, while a significantly larger, golden fox stared down at him in disappointment, and… what was that glint in his eye? Excitement? The golden fox stood poised over him like a gilded statue of shimmering golden silk, tails swaying in an ethereal breeze only he himself felt.

“Firenze, I-I didn’t see you there.” October spoke, seeming both mesmerized and cowed by the other Ninetales' presence.

“Indeed. Causing strife again, already? My my October, it seems we will be needing to have another discussion on proper manners and etiquette around customers this evening. That said, I'll be expecting you in my room within half an hour . Go on, off you go like a ‘good boy’.” These last words were practically whispered in the red fox’s ear, a predatory grin showing itself for a split second.

A shiver tore through October’s form at the words ‘good boy’, and away he trotted after lifting me upright with his tails, followed by a swift and formal comment.

“Sorry about the scare, and I do hope you have a lovely evening with us here at Plaisir… Gentlemen.” The red fox intoned his farewell, and he was off.

Jack growled again, mumbling to himself about October’s antics and swearing never to serve him again. I got the distinct impression that this was a common scene.

“Well, I’m gonna call that a sign that I’ve had enough to drink for now.” I looked back to my empty mug and shook my head at the temptation sitting upon the counter before me.

“Quite so,” said the gilded vulpine, “The wise always know their limits, no reason to spoil a perfectly good evening with overindulgence. I take it you are unharmed from your fall?” He tilted his head just the slightest bit as he spoke.

“No, I’m fine. He just spooked me a bit. He’s not in trouble is he? That was entirely on me for overreacting, he didn’t push me or anything. I swear.” I really didn’t want to get this fox’s crimson counterpart in trouble just because I was a bit... Tipsy.

Firenze chuckled and shook his head, glancing back to see if October was truly gone.

“Oh not at all, in fact I think he may enjoy our scheduled lesson plan for tonight. But enough about that. Tell me, has Plaisir treated you well so far tonight?” Etiquette and sophistication flowed like honey from this fox.

I smiled at that, at least glad that I didn’t get anyone in trouble tonight.

“Well enough. Though admittedly, I thought this was just a simple restaurant when I first got here with my brother. I had no idea about this place’s more… 'exotic' services.” I blushed a little, thinking back to what I had read in the ‘Bedroom Waiter’s menu’.

The Ninetales smiled at that, and moved into an obviously well oiled and worn-in speech about the purpose of this Café. From how many Pokémon end up here as mere transient floor staff never sticking around for long, to those who stay long enough to partake in the Café’s many vocational studies while offsetting their living expences by all manner of possible positions available; some of which include sex, yes, but many who work here don’t actively partake in the pleasure trade. He even mentioned how some staff members earn a wage through their studding service, himself included. The pride he exuded from that last bit was quite profound.

“If you would like, why don’t I give you a short tour of our public facilities? Enlighten you to the pleasures; both carnal and otherwise, available to you here in Café Plaisir,” Firenze offered, and shifted his fan toward the hallway behind him.

Much as the offer tempted me, I was drunk and knew I’d be better off sitting down and relaxing in a relatively calm environment. As such I pleaded my situation to the Ninetales, asking his opinion on where I should go.

“Hmm... If I may be so bold, we have a secondary bar where many of our patrons relax and enjoy themselves. It can be a bit risque, but as you have realized… This is a brothel for all intents and purposes. It would be difficult to find somewhere short of renting a private room where one could guarantee there would be no skinship seen.” Firenze seemed genuinely put out that he couldn’t find a perfect answer to my request that didn’t involve a deposit.

“I’m sure it will be more than adequate. Shall we then?”

There was that disarming smile again, how many can actually stand up to this fox’s charm?

“Indeed, off to Captivate then. Anything you’d like to do or grab before we set off?”

Only one thing came to mind honestly. I reached into my pocket and produced the card Charlie had given myself and Bill earlier. I held the card out to Firenze so he could read both sides. I didn’t want him to think I got it illegitimately.

“Charlie, the Decidueye at the front door gave me this; and honestly at the time I had no idea what it was for. I think I’ve got an idea now, but I'd rather hear it from staff, if you wouldn't mind?” My face was flushing, that much I knew, but I really needed to know what I had in my hands.

“Of course, sir. Perfectly understandable. Each of our employees here is allowed to serve customers sexually to whatever degree both parties are comfortable. Some are more… 'proficient' shall we say, in their services and therefore their time is worth more to themselves, and the Café at large. That being said; with this card, should you find two of our waiter’s you wish to spend some quality time with, then the combined cost of their services will be halved on your final bill. Simply present this card to them whenever your intentions are finalized with them. They will take care of the rest.” Firenze was very thorough in his explanation, leaving only one question further in my mind.

“This doesn’t affect the waiter’s cut does it?” I wasn’t even sure if I was going to use this card, but if I did, then I didn’t want to stiff them on their hard work… That line of thought had me blushing again.

“No no, the difference comes out of the Café’s own purse, our waiter’s always get their full wage unless something gets damaged and they are liable or at fault.” He reassured me quickly, and happily.

Well that was good to know at least. That being said, Firenze asked if there was anything further and at my denial we were off down the halls toward Captivate. I couldn’t help but let my gaze wander as I followed the Ninetales; not like I’d lose track of his golden pelt even if it was only out of the corner of my eyes.

I could honestly mistake this place for a normal hotel if no one had told me of the Café’s true colors. White walls and dark wood doors, each numbered and outfitted with two door mechanisms each. A typical handle for those with a human-sized stature, and a pedal near the floor at just the right height for a paw to make use of it. Clever.

“And we have arrived, Captivate is right through these doors. Within it we hold a second bar, our stage for live performances, a small dance floor, as well as-”

Before Firenze could finish speaking, a massive blast of water surged past us, quickly followed by a titan of an Arcanine running as though from death itself.

“Just give up, Dream Doggy, and give Rain Flower that dick already!” A rather poorly-proportioned Vaporeon was loping after the terrified Arcanine with the most lusty scowl on her face as she struggled to keep up.

Firenze and I just stood there in shock. Myself hugging the wall behind me, and the gilded fox staring slack-jawed with his ears pinned back. He made a motion to take off after them, but stopped after a step and looked back to me; clearly torn between leaving me so abruptly and chasing after his errant employees. I smiled and spoke quickly.

“I believe that Arcanine needs you more than me right now, thank you Firenze.” I said, wishing him the best of luck.

Firenze smiled with a curt bow and a flourish before dashing off quickly.

“Rain Flower, cease and desist at once!” In mere moments, he had turned the corner in the hopes of quelling the Vaporeon’s tyranny.

“Well, that happened…”

I turned, laying hands on the door to Captivate, and with a breath, pressed onward. Admittedly I was impressed, my initial thoughts were a blend of strip club and hookah bar. A soft violet light blanketed the entire room along with a thin veil of fog at everyone’s feet, looking into the corners of the room and even below the stage and its runway. I could see the source of the fog trickling like a waterfall from ports embedded into the tile and marble that lined every wall up to hip-high. Only the stage itself had any bright light, shone down by spotlight operators on the upper floor. This place was amazing…

Yeah, I think I’m gonna like it here.

Up on the stage I could see several Pokémon strutting around, clearly showing off for the audience. A Machoke was flexing some impressive muscles, and without the speedo that her kind typically wore - even I, far at the back of the room, could see how excited she was. On the far side of the stage, an Infernape was demonstrating her flexibility on a pole, going so far as to using only her legs to slingshot her panties into the face of a patron throwing out cat calls to cheer her on. Up on center stage, tracked by spotlights, a Zoroark was dancing along to a soft rhythmic beat along with an illusory copy of herself moving as a perfect mirror image.

Many of the patrons of Captivate seemed to have taken up seating nearby, or at the foot of the stage where they could have the best view of their chosen dancer of the night. A few people had reached out, hoping to lay hands upon those that graced the stage and none of the dancers denied their audience at least a single touch. Hands caressed bulging blue-gray muscles; someone decided to grab the Infernape’s tail, twirling her tail tip along his finger and she responded by sticking out her rear and shaking her femininity in his face; and the Zoroark made no effort to hide from her amorous admirers as she split herself into three and knelt at the edges of the stage in different directions and displayed her damp spade to all who cared to look.

“Enjoying the show?” A soft, feminine voice spoke from behind me.

I turned and was greeted by an Absol reclining on a bench with several pillows mounded under herself. A wide-rimmed wine glass was placed before her, with a cloudy amber liquid filling it near the brim, and amusingly enough… She had a long crazy straw sticking out of her glass and just in reach to nurse upon it while watching the show.

‘Huh, and Jack was worried about me getting drunk.’

“Of course. I take it you enjoy your drink, must be relatively weak if you have so much at once? I’m John by the way, you?”

The Absol femme smiled and reached over, grabbing her straw with her tongue while locking her gaze with my own, draining a good third of the glass in a single draught. My eyes bulged as so much of the liquid disappeared at once...

“It’s apple juice... I’m Omen. First time here, I take it?” A playful smile gracing her muzzle as she rolled onto her back and stretched with a groan, nuzzling deeper into her mountain of pillows as she did.

“How is everyone here calling me out on that? Did Bill slap a sign onto my back or something?” I groaned, reactively feeling up my own back now.

“You are in a brothel… Are you really surprised that an Absol of all Pokemon would notice a first timer, especially a virgin?”

Ok, that was creepy... True, but creepy. “How do you know I’m a virgin?”

Omen's arched an eyebrow and just stared at me with dead eyes that just invoked a single word in my mind… ‘Really?’

“I’ve lived here since the day these doors opened, John. I’ve met my share of virgins.”

I just sighed and shook my head. “Fair enough. You put on a nice show yourself, by the way, are you on the menu too?”

Holy crap, did I just proposition an Absol!?

Omen laughed, deep and musical at once. Rolling onto her side, she lifted her leg and displayed herself. No, “Hirself” it seemed. My eyes bulged at the sight before me of the Absol’s admittedly impressive twin gender.

“That look tells me that I’m not the sort of ‘mon you would prefer to bed for your first experience, maybe next time. But no, I’m never 'on the menu' so to speak, I seek out my own bedmates, if and when I choose. Although… Do you see anyone else here that interests you?” Shi asked, looking across the room.

I looked around with her and saw around a dozen other Pokémon either serving other patrons or just lounging around with others. There was a Houndoom femme chatting up a few patrons a couple tables over and considering one of the men had just reached over and cupped her spade with his palm, followed by a lusty growl from the hellhound, one could assume that she was busy tonight.

“Is that common here? For people to just walk up and grab you by your bits, without so much as a ‘by your leave’... Seems a bit insulting honestly.” I was both shocked at their behaviour and a bit curious about how she felt down there.

“Most Pokémon aren’t as body-shy as humans. Granted, some - myself included - may show you how effective our claws are. But for the most part we don’t care. A few of the Pokémon here will even gauge a prospective partner by their nerve and dominance like that. You know how canines will just walk up and sniff each other? Kind of hard to do that if we are too shy to present…” She gave a soft shrug. “My advice, judge by the situation. A few Pokémon, of any gender, will find such ‘brazen’ groping as appealing.” Omen returned to her drink, and continued watching the show on stage. A ‘shoo shoo’ gesture with her paw told me she had nothing left to teach me, so I began to walk about, looking to mingle.

A Pachirisu was busy unbuckling a man’s pants and had reached in to find his prize, his own tiny little rodent rod hard as a rock as he buried his face in human musk. Two tables over a Charmeleon was sitting between a couple as they both explored her body, the man grabbing her horn to turn her head toward him for a deep kiss. Across the way, an older man was playing chess with an Espeon while she had buried her tail into her shapely femininity, clearly trying to use this tactic as a distraction to the old man. She turned and looked straight at me, then I heard a voice echo in my mind…

‘You try playing this geezer, I’m reading his mind and I can still barely keep us at an even pace! Thanks for the compliment by the way, glad at least someone noticed.’ She winked at me and went back to her game.

‘Note to self: Psychic types can and will read my mind, it seems. Good to know. ‘ I thought with a tinge of embarrassment.

‘Wrong. Most of us think it’s rude to read someone without reason, I read you because you were staring at my pussy…’ The Espeon snickered out loud at that, watching as my face went cherry red.

The Espeon moved her white knight, one of her few remaining pieces, back to cover her queen as a look of intense concentration came over her features again. I took this as my cue to leave and continued looking around the room, seeing several other Pokémon enjoying themselves in various ways, some as wholesome as friendly banter, others as lewd as the Pyroar getting finger-blasted in the corner. There were others as well just lounging around doing nothing really. A Pangoro was laying back on a couch, with a Riolu using her chest - tits? - as a pillow. A Greninja and a Lickitung were having a measuring contest… Interesting… The dancers from earlier had finished their routines and had apparently found their own company for the night, with the Machoke, now sporting a lecherous blush, carrying two men under one arm into a room marked VIP.

It was then I noticed that the stage and runway lights were starting to dim, and the rest of Captivate’s lights had gotten a bit brighter to compensate. Other Pokémon were filing out from behind the curtains as a rather 'uniquely' groomed Delphox checked them off one by one on a clipboard with a smile, along with a few affectionately slapped asses as well in the process. When the last performer, the Infernape from earlier, passed her by, the Delphox sat down and sighed with a look of ‘job well done’ writ upon her face as she closed her eyes and leaned back against the runway.

“No time for weak knees, Johnny boy, go get her.” I was suddenly pushed toward the Delphox from behind only to see Omen standing there with a grin.

Screw it, the worst she can do is say no, right? I walked up to the vixen and admired her form; she seemed to keep herself well groomed and kept her dress trimmed back at roughly knee height, almost like a woman’s tailcoat. It exposed her legs, and more, while keeping such a natural feel to her appearance. She had trimmed back the fur on her belly just enough to tease the rows of little pink teats along her belly, the lowest two of which had been pierced with small gold hoops and connected with a thin, equally gold chain. I swallowed my nerves and cleared my throat, catching her attention as she opened her green eyes and turned to face me.

“Need something, boy?” I could see the smirk on her face, she knew why I was talking to her and she was going to make me say it.

‘Boy?’ Whatever...

“Hi, I’m John. Don’t suppose I could get your name?” I tried to sound confident, but my nerves and voice were cracking, I could feel it.

“Joy. I’m in charge of the runway shows, and scheduling events around here. First timer, right?” I slumped a little, that was getting old too.

“Yes, and please tell me how everyone here is able to tell that so soon after meeting me?” Joy smiled and stood, taking a step forward she pressed her muzzle right into my neck and took a deep sniff.

“Only first timers come here without any other scent marking them. Everyone else has at least one other scent on them, human or otherwise.”

She grabbed my hand and sniffed again. “Yup, not even a trace of anything but your own scent. You haven’t even touched a woman in a month at least, much less gotten to second or third base.” She gave my finger a teasing lick, and smiled at me.

If bold and brazen was an animal, it would be this Delphox.

“Well Joy, care to join me for a drink? I could use the company, and you seem like you’ve had a full day.” I gestured to the bar where a Kadabra was serving drinks.

“Smooth one boy; but sure, I could use a drink.” Okay, she’s a bit snarky, but that could be fun in it’s own way.

“Barkeep, one Belgian Pamtre lager and a glass of the lady’s choice please.” I asked as the Kadabra approached.

A curt nod, and the Kadabra looked at Joy for a moment of silent conversation before he flicked his spoon like a wand and we watched as our drinks made themselves and gently floated down before us. I raised my mug in thanks and turned to the Delphox, with a quick toast we then drained our glasses with a smile. A good ten, maybe fifteen minutes passed by making small talk about the various things that happen around here, including about the diminutive Vaporeon I saw terrorizing that massive Arcanine from earlier.

“Yep, that's Rain Flower in a nutshell. If she sees a cock she likes, chances are she won’t even ask; she’ll just dive right in. She’s been trying to get Prometheus to bed her for a while now, but even if he wasn’t as gay as ancient Greece, their personalities just don’t mesh. It doesn’t help that her first response to most things that annoy or confuse her is a Hydro Pump. She is also, unfortunately, the most powerful water type here, unless a certain part-timer shows up,” she explained, with a sigh.

“So are you enjoying yourself so far, boy?” The Delphox asked as she pulled a twig from her tail and ignited the end before popping it into her mouth like a cigarette.

“So far, yes. Had a nice meal, great conversation with my waiter, got shit-face drunk after figuring out this place is a Pokémon brothel, and now I’m flirting with an attractive Delphox. So, yes I’d say tonight has gone well so far.” I said with a grin, meeting her gaze with a shrug.

“Is that so? Well good on you, but you’re going to have to do better than a beer to get between my legs boy. Not to say it can’t or won’t happen, but you gotta show me you really want it before you get a shot at my spade. So, what’cha got? Surprise me.” Joy folded her hands over her chest, and I could clearly see she was playing with her own nipples in front of me.

Fuckin' tease…

“Well, you are right that I was hoping to spend some time with you tonight. But what, were you expecting poetry or something?”

She held up one hand with a single finger extended.

“Strike one. I hate poetry, boy, don’t expect me to get wet over a few soft words.” She smiled.

Well that was a surprise. Now I was in a losing battle to find something to appeal to the vixen before me.

“Barkeep, can we get some refills here please?” Moments later it was done, and Joy and I were nursing our drinks again.

She raised a second finger, and my eyes bulged.

“Strike two. Nice try, but it’s my mate that is the booze hound. Buy him a drink and he may very well lift his tail for you. Scotch especially.” Joy put her fingers together and made a ‘come hither’ gesture, goading me on to my last chance.

“Come on boy, show me what you got. Don’t pussy out on me just cause you got two strikes. Even a virgin can nut up and show a girl a good time when push comes to shove.” She leaned in to whisper in my ear now.

I was seriously getting tired of the whole ‘Boy’ title I was getting from her by now...

“Nut up, or keep your cherry-boy scent all night.” She said with a taunting growl.

Screw this… I downed my drink with a grin and set the mug back on the counter with a small clatter.

“You said I ‘smell’ like a virgin... Right?” Joy nodded at my frustration with a teasing grin.

I grinned right back as my hand shot out and grabbed a handful of bitch spade, sinking two fingers right inside,... surprisingly roomy. It was so satisfying to hear her yelp with such surprise, followed by a moan as I began to move my invading digits like she had done with her teasing ‘come hither’ gesture earlier.

“Do you think that scent has changed any yet?” I continued to grope her pillowy lips, and probe my fingers deeper into her depths after I voiced my question.

She bared her teeth at me and nodded her head with a grin, seemingly happy that I was willing to just go for it.

“Glad to hear it, the only question now is… Did I just get my third strike?” I withdrew my hand, watching as she sighed and rubbed her thighs together.

“Only if you don’t follow me, right now.” Joy grabbed my damp hand and suckled my fingers clean, mischief in her eyes.

With a smile on my lips, I looked back, and saw Omen laying back on hir pillowy throne again, watching my interactions with Joy, a grin on hir face as shi sipped on hir juice.

“She is going to ruin him for other girls tonight...” Omen purred to hirself, mischievously..

Part 3:

Encounter

The walk to the Delphox’s room was short, yet the whole time I had my hands on her. Whether I was just holding onto her tail, or reaching between her legs. I made sure she remembered I was there - though, perhaps it was really to reassure myself that I was really with her. Around the corner and down a flight of stairs we went; I honestly wasn’t paying attention really but once we got to her room and walked inside I honestly was a bit shocked.

A large glass window covered a good half of the outside wall overlooking the forest, granting the brilliant glow of the full moon’s light to bathe Joy’s bedroom. There were two beds in the room, one a large queen size with black-out curtains surrounding it, and the other a smaller and sturdier full with four poles adorned with pulleys, chains, and toys hanging from each one.

The walls and flooring were both similar to Captivate with black and white checkered tile flooring as well as even more white tile halfway up the walls. The kitchen and bathroom seemed to be separated by a table height counter sticking out from the wall, there were also a pair of recliners modified for Pokémon with larger tails sat in front of a five foot long ottoman bench. A wall mounted big-screen tv finished off the decor with an impressive selection of movies under it.

“Done looking around yet?” Joy asked, grabbing me by my arm and bringing me to the twin bed quickly.

“What’s with the second bed? Roommate?” I asked.

“Technically yes, my mate and I share the big bed together at night. But this bed is just for fucking. Any other questions?” She responded.

I chuckled and started on the buttons of my shirt. “None at the moment, I'll ask as they come to me.”

I had just finished peeling off my button-up when Delphox paws began roaming my chest, feeling over my pecs and abs before I was pushed back onto the soft bed covers.

Joy was making quick work of my pants and underwear at this point, and I’ll admit I was getting a bit worked up. Something she was quick to notice as my length displayed itself to her, a mere foot from her muzzle. I was no pornstar but was proud to be the bearer of a solid eight see inches nonetheless, all of which Joy was gazing at hungrily.

“If you were smaller, we’d be starting with me sitting on your face. But I like a challenge, and I want this in my mouth. So... Wanna throatfuck me?” She was nuzzling my cock as it lay over her face, growling in lust.

I could see her right arm was moving back and forth with a rapid motion just below my sight range. She was masturbating right in front of me, oh Arceus that was hot. Suddenly my hand was on the back of her head. She grinned.

“I like it rough, and I destroyed my gag reflex years ago... so don't hold back, ok?” She winked at me and opened wide, extending her tongue so I had a straight shot down her throat.

She wanted it rough, so that is what happened. With a sudden pressure on the back of her head, Joy found my cock hilted in her throat in one go. I was bathed in sweltering heat and saliva, a tight tunnel, her silken tongue cradling my jewels and her vacuum-like suction completed the initial experience beautifully. Joy moaned and I could see the smallest hint of a smile on the corner of her lips, her left hand reached up to caress the bulge of my meat in her throat once before it too joined its counterpart in mauling her own spade with deeply thrusting fingers and harshly squeezing gropes.

My desire to lay and watch was eventually outweighed by my lust so I stood, pulling my length from her throat for a moment. Hearing her whine at that was a huge ego boost, before I took her head tightly in both hands and began the jackhammer motions of my first throatfuck. Back and forth I pistoned my cock into the depths of her throat, sometimes hilting her nose into my peach fuzz long enough for her to lap at my nuts for a few moments before I’d begin again, and again, and again. Hot, wet silk clung to me endlessly and Joy’s moans from her own ministrations upon herself rumbled across my shaft.

Damn - I was approaching my own end much quicker than I’d hoped. She seemed to realize my peak was nearly upon me and quickly ripped her hands from her own flesh and wrapped her arms around my hips in a strong embrace; holding me deeper than normal as she opened her jowls wider than ever before, taking both my cock and balls into her mouth as deeply as possible. I felt her tongue coil around my nuts and her throat ripple with her swallowing motions over and over, she was nursing on me now and I was loving it.

“Holy fuck! Here it comes, if you want it that bad then don’t spill a single... fucking... drop!” I groaned as I reached my peak.

I fell forward onto my knees, dragging Joy down with me and she didn’t seem to even notice. She just kept swallowing, and I couldn’t do anything else so I curled over her and wrapped my arms around the back of her head like she had done with my hips, just riding out my first time; from this angle I failed to notice her twitching legs and quivering spade as her juices flowed like honey onto the floor.

We sat there unmoving for what felt like a solid minute before Joy tapped at my side. I looked down at her, still in my afterglow and as she met my eye, I heard her voice in my mind.

‘Much as I love to suck a good dick, mind getting up? I need to clean myself up downstairs.’ It took my brain a moment to register what she meant, but I sat up and let her loose.

Joy caught her breath for just a moment before standing and looking over herself at the sodden mess her pussy had become. Her spade was right at eye level to me now, and I saw several grey lines around her sodden, and pouting black flesh. Stretch marks lined her protruding lips and most would think her a seasoned breeder judging by such a sight. I don't know what came over me, I just grabbed her tail as she began to turn and dragged her back over to me.

“Hey, what the hell? What are you… Oh! Ohhh, yeah. Keep doing that, and suck on the tip a bit more. Don't be afraid to use your teeth a little...” I had put myself in the same position she was in mere minutes ago. I wrapped my arms around her shapely hips and buried my mouth into her pussy, devouring her like a man starved. Her lips were so soft against my face as I lapped at her, and her juices renewed a very mild burning sensation on my tongue with each pass. I’d definitely be going back for seconds before the night ended, of that I was sure.

As the minutes passed, her moans and breathing started getting heavier, especially when I’d take the tip of her spade itself into my mouth and just start sucking on it like she had done to me. This seemed to bring her closer and closer to the edge with each suckle until she gasped and began to push me away.

“Wait. Time out, time out…” She was gasping for breath as I released her, thinking I had gone too far and messed up or something.

“What’s wrong? You ok?” I asked, hoping I hadn’t hurt her.

She shook her head and stepped back, sitting on the bed, still exposing her shapely self.

“No no, you were doing great. A bit too good really, I was wondering if you’d like to try something else on me before you finished me?” She explained, spreading her legs wider and dipping first two fingers, then three, then her whole paw vanished within herself, leaving a very attractive bulge in her lips…

“What, you want me to fist you!? My hands are a lot bigger than your paw, are you sure I wouldn’t hurt you if I did that?” I asked. Worried, yet curious at the same time.

“Come over here and make a fist right above my spade, that’s right, just set it there. See? Your hand is just a bit bigger than your average canine knot, even if you did cause any damage, you wouldn’t do any more than excessive stretching. Nothing a potion couldn’t fix in just a few seconds, besides…” She leaned into my ear to whisper this last part.

“I like when it hurts, so… Want to ruin my hole?” She had the most corrupting grin on her face as she grabbed my wrist and led me back down to her entrance.

“Fuck, you are so bad for me…” I was drowning in my own lust right now, and took the offer presented by her guiding paws.

I cupped Joy’s entrance again, kneading her flesh in my palm while she moaned for me. Slowly, I began to slip my fingers into her. My first two spread her entrance and rubbed her clit, feeling her spasm as her moans turned to quick yips and barks before my third made its way inward. I began spreading my fingers and pumping them as deep as I could get so far, wanting to loosen her before I dove deeper and harder. She was thrusting her spade at me now with each curl of my fingers over her flesh, so I pressed onward with a fourth finger, now deeper than ever before within her and I watched as my palm began to truly deform her flesh from within.

Joy cried out in pleasure as I pressed inward, she was now toying with her teats and pulling on the gilded chain binding her lowest pair together in tandem with my thrusts. The gears in my mind spun and I leaned over her, catching one of her nipples in my mouth and began to suckle on her. Another yip and she was clutching my hair, holding me to her belly as she ground her paws over her groin, desperate for me to continue.

“Do it! Shove it in there, I want your whole hand inside now!” She was screaming now, clutching my hair in a white knuckled grip.

So I gave it to her. I pinched her clit one last time between my thumb and first knuckle before folding in my thumb and driving forward. She yipped louder than ever at that and suddenly I felt her sweltering, lips enclose themselves over my wrist. I had finally embedded my whole hand into Joy's pussy, and from her moans and gyrating hips, she was loving it.

“Oh Arceus, I haven’t felt this full in weeks.” She traced her paw over her own distended flesh, looking at our union in disconnected bliss.

I tested her grip on my wrist and pulled back slightly, watching her spade stretch before I pressed forward, a full inch deeper than before. Another moan, and another yip. Again and again I repeated my motions, deeper each time until I felt the resistance of her back wall touch my knuckles and I came to a stop at the end of her depths.

“Looks like… you found my limit in there, not much deeper you can go.” She said, chuckling between breaths.

I looked back at our connection and saw I was only an inch or so from my own elbow. Her spade had to have been ruined by this point, yet she hadn’t cried for me to stop even once and only sounds of ecstasy had left her lips in all this time. I was about to ask if I should continue-

The door opened behind me with a bang.

I spun about to face whoever had barged into Joy’s room, only to see a Kommo-o with a set of keys in one hand and the remains of a sandwich in the other. I just knelt frozen in place as the scaly dragon walked in and tossed his keys into a dish on the counter before walking over to us. He loomed over me, munching on the last few bites of his meal, seeming to examine the spectacle of me being nearly elbow deep in the Delphox’ pussy.

“That’s hot,” He said, finishing off the last bite of his sandwich. “Did I miss much, love?” He leaned over to nuzzle the Delphox.

Oh fuck, this is her mate! I paled at the thought of whatever wrath he might have in store for me.

“Not too much Macua… Yet.” She said, that mischievous smile returning. “John, batter my hole as deep and brutally as you can. Don’t stop, even if you see tears ok? I want you to try and break into my egg chamber.”

‘Ok… What the fuck!?’

“Look, this is sexy as all hell, but this is some pretty extreme shit. Isn’t this the kind of thing where people use a safe word?” I was genuinely concerned that things were going to far now,

“John, I’m a Psychic type, and you are a human. If you do something I don’t like, do you really think I can’t put a stop to things in a heartbeat?” I saw her eyes glow with a pale violet fire and I could feel myself lifted off the ground for a couple of seconds.

“Okay, okay, point taken.” I said, both excited and yet still worried; still surprised at Joy’s excessive degree of sexual masochism.

“Screw it…” I drove my fist as deep as I could, watching first her spade and then her lower belly bulge slightly as she yipped again from the surprise pussy punch.

I began to truly piston into her depths, the stark contrast of scalding velvet flesh and frigid air on my damp skin seemed the best system shocks to keep my arm moving, bludgeoning the Delphox’s hole and slowly but surely weakening her body’s resistance to my advances. Joy herself was writhing in ecstasy, my arm now actively bulging her stomach with each hilting movement.

Remembering earlier, I reached up my free hand and took her chained teats into my grasp and pulled upward. She screamed and began bucking her hips erratically, juices flying in every direction and soaking my shirt, despite my attempts to stem the flood. Her spasming was soon to reveal itself as an opportunity though, as she was weakening her own muscles, and with a final forceful push... I broke through. The newfound space within let me plunge deeper, anchoring my elbow just past her lips as though it were a knot. Joy spasmed around my arm a few times before she fell limp, breathing deeply and evenly as her lower self slowly relaxed.

“Did she just pass out?” I asked aloud, jostling her a few times to rouse her.

“Yeah… She should be fine though. Every now and then, she pushes her body past the brink and this happens.”

I had never been so hard in my life, and was eagerly looking forward to whatever else this lusty vixen had in store for me. I began to slowly slide my arm out of her depths, watching her battered and bruised spade stretch outward obscenely before returning to a semblance of its former glory until only my hand itself was left within her. A quick tug, and I popped free with only a single whine leaving her needy self.

“So what now? Should I go, or what?” I asked, unsure of what my options here were.

Macau raised his arm and pointed toward a door to his left with a knowing grin.

“Bathroom is over there if you want to clean up, I'm sure you’re probably feeling a bit sticky after your first round with Joy.” The mirth and arousal in his eyes was palpable as his gaze shifted from my arm to his mate’s abused femininity.

I nodded, a bit shell shocked as events were beginning to catch up to me and walked into the bathroom with Joy’s nectar clinging to my arm, leaving it’s tingling heat as a constant reminder of how my night had gone so far. I honestly wasn’t sure what I wanted to do at this point, my partner for the evening had passed out, leaving me with the sticky reminder of that truth on my upper body, and her mate says that she will come around shortly.

"She won't be out for long, so feel free to crash on the bed if you want to rest up for a bit."

The offer was appealing alright, but I had other plans first.

"Alright. Mind if I use your shower first, Joy kinda soaked me… and maybe even a robe?" I gestured to my clearly damp and slick skin, this would dry in uncomfortable patches if I didn't get cleaned up soon.

"The closet in there has a few robes for our overnight guests, feel free to grab one and I can make sure your clothes get washed before you leave if you like."

I thanked him and into the bathroom I went, dropping my clothes into the convenient laundry hamper just inside the door before I turned toward the surprisingly large tiled shower stall. It must be a perk of so many Fire-types living here, but the water was surprisingly warm coming straight from the showerhead. I didn't even need to wait for it to warm up before closing my eyes and stepping under the refreshing cascade to soak myself, and process my night so far. I had enjoyed easily one of the best lasagnas ever, good conversation, face-fucked and fisted a Delphox, and now I was enjoying a nice shower…

"Today has been a good day." I said aloud, seemingly to no one, until I was embraced from behind by soft and steaming furry arms.

"Glad you approve… (growl)" A familiar and husky voice said from behind me.

I hadn't heard her enter, nor had the dampened sound of rain as it struck her fur caught my notice as she snuck up behind me.

"Joy!? How the… Why are you in the shower, doesn't the water hurt you?" I asked in surprise, reaching up to grab her arms, which were much less damp than I expected.

"I was tired of waiting for you in bed, so here I am… As to the water, it stings a little if it's cold enough; but my line radiate a lot of heat when we want too, so we don't stay wet for long. You can tell right? Can't you feel how hot I am right now?" Joy purred, brushing seductively against my back, with six hard little points making themselves known through her fur.

"Oh, you're hot alright." I turned around, one hand gently grasping her tail base, and the other slowly trailing up her back before tightly gripping her scruff.

"It must take a lot to cool you off, huh? A lot more than a cold shower at least." Whispering that last bit in her ear only seemed to make her hotter, as I could feel the temperature rising while steam and mist were obscuring the room around us. It was odd at first, no getting around that, as I pulled her into a kiss. Her muzzle meeting my lips, our tongues intertwined in desire, and her fangs clacking awkwardly against my own teeth. It was at this point that Joy pulled away slightly, looking down to where the head of my shaft had grown tall, and had sandwiched itself between our bodies, nestling itself perfectly between her lowest set of teats. She looked up to meet my gaze before loosing a seductive growl that echoed throughout my body.

"... Take me." She stooped down onto her knees and trailed a single lick across my shaft, nuzzling my dick momentarily before turning her back to me, dropped to all fours and raised her tail.

With her fur matted down somewhat by the shower, her shapely and well-toned body was revealed in stark contrast to her species' deceptively thick fluff. Displaying a well maintained physique for a Pokémon not known for their physical prowess. All culminating in her bountiful hind end, and that swollen and pouting spade before me. Starting with her tail, I ran my hands down to her ass, admiring her shape with a gentle squeeze on the left cheek… and a quick and merciless smack on the right, a smack that earned me a surprised "Yip!" from Joy's maw. Following that, my hand trailed lower toward my target and I finally cupped her femininity.

"Not complaining mind you… But this does not feel like the same pussy I was elbow deep in just a little while ago." My hand was mashing her flesh and spreading her soft, but now tight lips as I spoke.

"(Growl) Amazing what a Super Potion can do to a gaping, abused hole in ten minutes… Isn't it?"

I had to agree, surprising as it was, her spade felt as tight and firm as it did when I first touched her. A process I was eager to explore again, but that could wait, I had more pressing matters in hand. I fell to my knees behind her, grinding my flesh against her own, even as I awkwardly attempted to press myself inside, only to slip across her lips again and again. Joy growled again and reached down to her lips and spread herself wide with four fingers, creating a deep and inviting channel for me to wedge myself into.

"Sorry, it's my first pussy…" I said with a blush.

"I know John, everyone has a first time... Now fuck me. Pound me, spread me, ruin me! I want you to leave a mark I'll carry for the rest of my life, like every other male I've taken within my cunt!" Her words lit a fire in me I'd never felt before, and I dove on her like a beast.

Once my head was safely nestled within her lips, Joy removed her fingers and her spade closed around me. Leaving me to explore deeper into her steaming silken passage, slowly at first; savoring the experience of her rippling flesh as I pressed in and her clenching muscles as I withdrew. A whine of pleasure greeted my ears, bolstering my nerve and resolve. I took a firm hold of her rear, grasping a thick clump of fur in each palm as a handle, and ramped up my pace as quickly as I could manage without slipping free. Ecstasy and instinct intertwined with the rhythmic thrusting of my hips, Joy's yips and barks, and the gentle heat of the shower crashing down over us both. An evil idea struck me in the heat of the moment, so I released my grip on Joy's ass; catching her attention, only for her to go limp as I scruffed her and pressed her head to the tile below. Her back arched sharply, raising her hind further as she began panting and whining continuously. I could barely feel any water on her now, her body steaming to the touch yet still bearable to the touch even as my hips plowed away into her spade feverishly.

"I'm don't think I've got much more in me." I said between breaths, the combination of her moans and the sensory overload engulfing my groin had me teetering on the edge.

"Don't you… fucking dare pull out! Paint me white, deep inside John. I'm not too far… (moan) myself." She reached under herself at that, preparing for the end.

I could feel her flesh roll across my base as I pressed on with my last few thrusts, She was masturbating, trying to bring herself closer to my own timing… It worked. With one last thrust, I hilted myself within her depths and finally released. She reached further back past her own spade and grasped my balls, holding me deep and enjoying the sensation of my sack draining itself into herself. I could hear her relaxed, satisfied purring as her depths rhythmically clenched around me. I could feel my body screaming at me now, untrained muscles protesting their treatment as I gently fell forward over her back.

"Not bad for your first time, not bad at all. How do you feel?" She asked, having risen up onto her elbows now to look back at me with a cocky grin.

"Exhausted… Amazing… and warm." I wrapped my arms around her chest and hips then fell to my side, dragging her with me as the 'little spoon' under the, surprisingly, still hot shower.

The soothing sensation of cascading water was both relaxing and hypnotic to us both, neither making a move to evade the downpour enveloping our bodies… Until the water turned cold that is. I reacted first, by just a few moments that is; and within the time needed for both of us to yelp at the suddenly frigid water, we had left the shower stall and I had shut off the now accursed stream.

"Well I'd say shower cuddle-time is over, wouldn't you agree?" I asked, reaching for a towel.

"That's one way to put it." Joy muttered as she closed her eyes, steam billowing rapidly from her body.

I just watched as she quickly dried herself through sheer body heat, a few quick combs of her fingers through the fur of her sleeves and dress, as well as her tail and she was back to her pristine self. Of course... her methods of self-maintenance provided quite the show; so much so in fact it could easily be mistaken for a blatant tease as she caressed her entire body. Her fingers trailing through her fur skirt, hips displayed and knees bent to reach all the way down with slow and measured movements, making sure nothing was hidden from my gaze. She then curled her long tail over her belly and chest to do the same there, with eyes closed and a gentle smile gracing her face. She must have noticed me staring because her grin became mischievous and her hand trailed lower, down to her plump and soft spade. I could clearly see the moisture glistening on her fingers, and my patience shattered…

"I just remembered, we have unfinished business in bed." I muttered as I closed the distance toward her with lecherous thoughts clouding my mind.

"Oh, and what's that?" Joy let out a surprised 'yip' as I grabbed her around her belly and hoisted her over my shoulder.

I said nothing further as I walked out to the bed and faced away from it, Joy now facing the bed and Macua sitting in his recliner silently staring in curiosity. Without a word, I took hold of Joy's right leg and slung it over my left shoulder so she could sit backwards, yet upright over my shoulders.

"John (giggle), what the hell is going through your mind!?" She asked in amusement while looking down into my eyes.

Still I was silent; even as I placed a gentle kiss over her mound, then leaned back and fell onto the bed with the vixen now seated securely over my face.

"Oh, you kinky little man. Go on then, enjoy your meal." She muttered to herself, grinding her spade into my welcoming mouth and drilling tongue with a moan while our audience began to enjoy the show.

Turns out Beryl was right… When all was said and done, that beer did go well with my dessert.

Fin...