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Fan Service

By Coldstone

Vienna recalled some sort of saying that involved getting bitten and who to blame as he made his way onto the bus destined for the Cafe again, a sense of victory wading through the sleepy bits of his mind. Last time, his journey involved sweltering from the afternoon sun and baking on the bus, the AC of the vehicle only able to do so much for his sweat-soaked form. Thanks to that past experience and a bit of preplanning, it only took three alarm clocks to get him up early enough to hit the first bus in.

The cool draft above caressed his fur in greeting as he hopped onto a random seat and sprawled across the entire section. All according to plan, of course. Now with nothing more to do but wait, his mind drifted into a haze of choices and delights, carnal and more, of the sweet, sweet resort of sinful delights—wait, no, he used delight twice. The ideas rewound and played again, from half-remembered menus online, to more vivid memories blurred from his past visits. His loins tingled and clenched at one penetration after another, of tastes, of sensations...

The sudden, ringing hiss of hydraulics made him start, clumsily pushing himself up. How long had he dozed? Were they already there? Was anyone glaring at him for taking up both seats? The window showed him the exact same spot as before, no Cafe to be seen, and while a few more had clearly boarded, not a single soul regarded him with scandal about his sloth.

Grumbling, he settled back down to nap some more, when a small chuckle perked his ear. Across from his row sat a human, male with light skin and short, brown hair. Their eyes met, and, now realizing he'd been heard, he gave a small nod of acknowledgement. “Sorry. It was just a little funny. I take it you got up early to catch the bus too?"

“Yeah," No sense being rude. “It was that or get covered in sweat again when the sun's all the way up."

The human nodded in understanding. “In that setup, yeah, probably as bad or worse than a full coat. It looks great, by the way. You're supposed to look like Vienna, right?"

He perked up a bit more, now excited and nervous. He had human fans, of course, but he hadn't expected to run into any. The slight swelling of his sheath from the dozing daydreams made him grateful he'd stayed on his side. “Uh, yeah! Dark colors suck out in the sun, but make for a great look."

“Definitely!" The human put on an approving smile. “Sounds like this isn't your first trip down to the cafe?"

“I've been a few times." Should he be more proud about it? More reserved? He'd won a contest that had gotten him a ticket there, after all, but flaunting frequent trips to a brothel could be awkward on his reputation if he didn't do it just right; the last thing he wanted to do was piss off his agent. “What about you?"

“First time, actually." The human shrugged, but a faint blush hinted at similar feelings about the topic. “I'm actually meeting up with some friends there for a party. Crazy idea, having a reunion at a strip club in a—what'd they call it?—pleasure resort, but hey, could be more entertaining than you think, right?"

It took a moment for him to remember that the Cafe did have such a place: Captivate! He'd never actually explored the other parts of the cafe despite his few times there. Compared to renting a room and a waiter, your luck was subjective to the whimsy and interest of those around, with eyes everywhere, and stories about things you'd expect in the bedroom happening right there across a table, or a stage. All points which just made his insides quiver between excitement and embarrassment.

An outstretched hand broke him out of his reverie. “I'm Jordan, by the way. What's yours?"

He sat upright again—mindful of his angle— and stuck a paw into that hand, giving it a shake. The sudden pressure to his appearance helped him to slip on a smirk and challenge Jordan's gaze. “What, don't think I could be the real thing?"

The bravado earned him a grin. “Nah! You'd have your own car at least, if not a limo, and you could sleep in as late as you wanted."

All fair points. He avoided most of those things to minimize the risk of paparazzi. On the other hand, this gave him an interesting opportunity he'd never considered before...

“Well, let's pretend I'm Vienna for now, and maybe we can impress your friends? Stroke my ego and all that."

“Hah! I like that! I hope you got a good poker face though."

“Why's that?"

“Cause if you're this good at playing the part, someone might stroke more than your ego."

A brief glance down from Jordan told him all he needed to know. One paw strategically moved itself in the way of peeping eyes as he cleared his throat and tried to put on his best not-quite-aloof face.

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The irony of showing up early hit when they found out that Captivate didn't open until noon, a fact Jordan realized he knew and just hadn't considered when he'd made his plans. They both had a good chuckle about it, then scouted out a place to wait. The garden out back looked particularly impressive, but neither wanted to risk staying out long in the heat, which eventually led them to a room simply called 'the lounge.'

“There really are pokemon in menus." Jordan flipped through a few pages of one sitting on a bar counter.

Vienna leaned in for a look, and saw several sultry—and graphic—photos of a flareon. “They really do have pokemon in menus." He matched his tone teasingly.

Jordan looked up and cracked a grin, mock-threatening to slap him with the menu.

In what seemed like no time at all, Captivate's doors opened and they ventured inside. Sunlight haphazardly danced across the room through heavy, hole-spackled curtains, but not enough to spoil the spotlights that focused on the poles situated through the room. A kirlia occupied a single pole, literally floating and dancing about it with ease. She gave them both a wave and a wink, barely breaking stride with the music now playing, as they found themselves a nearby table.

“Not quite as impressive as I was led to believe." Jordan scanned the room, looking disappointed. Save for a bartender and the one dancer, only a handful of others had wandered in from other entryways.

“Probably because they literally just opened." Vienna reached out to tilt a tiny menu on their table his way. Each side described a rather euphemistic smoothie, promising things from insatiable urges to rejuvenating libidos. More such options appeared with the flip of the image, almost like a calendar. “We haven't even seen your friends yet, so there's time to be impressed. Were you expecting them here first?"

“Good question, actually. They'll probably call when they get here, so I guess we can enjoy ourselves first."

He nodded in agreement, then titled the latest concoction displayed towards his new friend. “Well, the next best thing about a strip club is the drinks, right? Maybe the waiter delivering them will be topless?"

They made their way to the bar where an impressive creature of a Zoroark—white with red, almost ethereal with fierce looking eyes, took their order and handed them a numbered plaque. They hadn't even made it back to their table before a crowd of fresh, eager patrons started filling in the space. The music picked up a step as two more pole dancers—a female blaziken with glitter-dusted feathers and a female lucario with fur as glossy as polished stone—appeared, swapping places with the kirlia.

Not long into their admiring gazing upon curvier, voluptuous forms, a houndoom appeared beside their table, a tray neatly set on their back and an apron with the cafe logo over their front. “One Raging Rocket Smoothie and one Draining Kiss." The tray neatly slid onto the table by some arcane means before both drinks were moved in front of them with a paw; the thick stems made them ideally shaped for someone without thumbs, to Vienna's delight. "You boys enjoy, and let me know if you want some hot sauce to go with that after."

With a sultry wink to them both, the houndoom picked up the tray by a handle in their mouth and hurried off with a trot and a perky tail.

Jordan gave an appreciative glance at their escaping form before picking up his drink for a sip. It certainly seemed to satisfy him. “So the regular waiters are up for grabs too?"

Vienna took an experimental lap at the top of his smoothie, the swirling colors of pink, red and purple creating a vivid display for the eyes and a tongue tingling delight in his mouth. “Just about anyone is up for fun from what I hear, though you still have to ask."

“Maybe I should order another drink after this one, so I can."

“Oh? I didn't think you swung that way."

“What do you mean?"

“Maybe I had a better angle on it, but that houndoom you're eyeing up comes with a pair of smoothie makers. So if you're ordering a second drink you might ask for a raging rocket straight from the tap instead."

Jordan's eyes went wide, hand covering his mouth just in time for the sputter. Vienna cackled.

Several napkins later, both of them carried on nursing their drinks while watching the performance and the room. The smoothie came with a straw, which saved Vienna the absurdity of shoving his face into the glass after a point. Each slurp worked a pleasant buzz on his tongue as before, and the rich coolness going down his throat sent pleasure through his body.

As did the show...

With three pole dancers, everywhere he looked kept him entertained. The kirlia span with a more sensual air, easily able to flip and hang onto the pole with her legs, and likewise flit back and forth between admiring patrons. The blaziken strutted her sparkling feathers and powerful legs in a more energetic, provocative dance. Despite the lack of mammalian breasts, her scaled claws ruffled and bulged the space, beckoning one to have a feel, rather than wish for more. The occasional wisp of colored fire also added a hint of danger and allure whenever they got close to a patron as well, going so far as to steal someone's drink from their hand and down it while strutting around the pole. Lucario somehow played something in the middle of the two. Where kirlia floated whimsically, she swayed sensually. Where blaziken strutted boldly, she twirled effortlessly. She didn't seem to care about flaunting herself to everyone around, but when one lucky patron caught her attention, she lowered herself onto all fours and slowly began crawling their way, eyes locked as if mesmerized.

From his perspective, Vienna had the perfect angle on her backside, able to see every contour and detail, including the lips of her spade. Just like the rest of her fur, it shone like a polished gem, making him quite keen to see it closer. Alas, it wasn't his to have, but he could feel the effect of that want on his groin as he felt himself grow more heated and needy.

Now that he thought about it, he felt much warmer than expected. Almost sweating, the urge to pant growing, and the desire to thrust rather noticeable and urgent...

“I'll be right back." He heard Jordan say. He grunted and nodded his acknowledgement, trying not to make his sudden confusion obvious by taking another slurp on his straw as he 'watched' the performers. His position at the table at least hid the swelling sheath between his legs and the extending lipstick, but that just made the situation worse! His loins twitched, His paw on the table clenched, claws trying to dig into the wood, the fire in his loins seemed to dance into his belly—

Wait, it was the other way around; the fire flowed from his belly to his loins. Like a fresh burst of energy, each 'pulse' made him throb, made the excitement build. His gaze fixed onto his smoothie with horrified realization.

Raging Rocket Smoothie: Feel that burning desire as it wells up inside you until you gush! Fall over in ecstasy with passionfruit and more overwhelming your very being (wet wipes not included)!

The chill surged through his spine as his whole body shuddered, the incriminating throb below sending a gush of wetness into the air. Maybe it hit the pole holding the table upright, maybe it now soaked into the carpet at the other side, but regardless all Vienna knew was that he was having a fucking orgasm in the middle of a crowded strip club and there was nothing he could do to stop it!

One small reprieve, at least, was the fact Jordan had stepped away before it started. So long as the effect didn't last too long, or maybe if he could just shuffle his hips and aim himself up more at the table then...

“Hey, Vienna! Guess who I found?"

Well, shit.

Head turning, he found Jordan looking at him with a pleased grin, accompanied by several more. A human woman with curly, red hair, a plusle and a minun perched on her shoulders, and a sneasel, male. Everyone smiled his way and looked surprised at his presence—as expected—except for the sneasel. Being the only one shorter than the table, their gaze focused below.

“This is Wendy," Jordan gestured to the woman, “Blue and Cherry," The plusle and minun waved, “And that's Spike."

Vienna felt his heart skip a beat in time with another spurt, but his professionalism let him slip on that smile and pose a bit. “A pleasure to meet you all."

“Clearly." Spike's mouth twitched, arms crossing as he looked up at him with a smirk. “Couldn't you have waited until we at least showed up first before you showed how much?"

Naturally, expecting someone not to comment about his state had been a lofty goal, but the awkwardness of the situation still made his cheeks burn beneath the makeup. It took everyone else several moments to really understand what was going on, but once they did, the blushes and giggles and confusion intensified.

Shit. This was not how he'd wanted to make an introduction! As Vienna or otherwise! He needed to find a way to turn this around!

Given he was pretending to be someone else pretending to be himself, channeling 'Vienna' didn't quite work... or did it? What would Vienna be like if contests were lewd, debaucherous displays of perfection? May as well try it out, before things spread into awkward silence!

“Well, let's just say the details about their smoothies are apparently not just for show." He nudged the small display toward them. “So order at your own risk."

He gave them all a roguish grin and a wink. He wanted to say they all looked impressed at his standing proud (in a manner of speaking) despite the situation, and even more so as he offered out his paw for a handshake. “Jordan seemed quite excited to see you all. You chose a fun place to have a reunion, so this sort of thing will probably make one hell of a story for later, yes?"

Wendy blushed and giggled, but shook his paw. “I suppose it would, yes! Are you really Vienna?"

It worked! But aloof Vienna's response might spoil the moment if he got it wrong. On the other hand, fake Vienna could get away with something else...

“Of course! Anyone could run into a celebrity sneaking onto a bus early in the morning outside the comfort of their limo. Right, Jordan?" Another wink.

“Anyone could run into a celebrity just letting it hang out and marking their territory too, eh?" Even Spike wore a grin now. He probably didn't believe him.

He locked eyes with the sneasel. The jab was friendly enough, and in a way, it made an ideal opportunity. “I wasn't about to let someone steal our table, but I wasn't kidding about the smoothies! I'm happy to dare you to try it in front of the ladies to prove me wrong, since I still got at least half a glass here." he carefully lifted the glass in a paw. “If you like second hand kissing, use the straw."

Hesitation and temptation showed on the other's part. His confidence grew a little more. Before they could carry the banter further, Jordan stepped in. “This table isn't big enough for all of us, Why don't we try one of the side booths?"

Wendy looked off towards one of the booths; at least half were still available, but more groups were coming in by the second. “Is that okay?" She glanced back toward Vienna, toward the table and what it concealed.

“It should be fine," He could easily guess at the implication. “It seems to be wearing off now, and 'walking it off' isn't that strange a thing for a pokemon like me. If you don't mind the view." He turned and slipped back down to the floor, no longer trying to obscure his half-exposed length. Everything wobbled and throbbed, and another spurt hit the carpet. Now at least he could channel his stage confidence into 'not caring' about how embarrassed being caught felt. “If someone would be so kind as to carry my drink for me. Perhaps Spike, if he's taking my dare?"

Spike grumbled something about not being a servant, but with no sense of actual complaint. Jordan handed him the drink, and they all made their way to a booth.

And they chatted. And flirted. And ordered and drank. And flirted some more.

“So you two are here for a reunion of having dated, but all of you are here because you both figured out you like pokemon?" Vienna looked between the two humans with bemused interest, gently swirling a new drink that did not have mysterious powers. “Lewdly, I mean."

“Simply put, yes." Jordan confirmed, blushing fiercely. “We didn't really fight much, but we kinda broke it off when the romance didn't seem that strong. I felt kinda bad for the fact I was looking at pokemon porn on the side. Turns out she was kind of doing the same."

“Kind of?"

Spike released the straw from his passed on smoothie. “Turns out I was flirtin' with her when they were still hooked up. Didn't get anywhere with her until after they broke up."

As he tried to pull the straw back in place with his tongue, a series of high pitched giggles sounded from the two electric types. Cherry, the minun, spoke next. “We met them not long after through some apps, and then later we found Jordan's!"

“We recognized him from Wendy's pictures." Blue, the plusle, nibbled on an almond thoughtfully. “Spike thought she should give him another chance after Cherry and I started chatting him up, but I think he was just teasing her to get into her skirt."

“Blueberry!" Wendy looked mortified now, her face now joining Jordan's in glowing red.

“What? Ask him! I bet it's true!"

They all looked at Spike expectantly. Once again he released his straw, looking slightly annoyed at the interruptions. “Well, I figured she needed someone her height to help around the place, and since I'm already sharing her with you two, what's another dick? So long as I still get to sleep in the bed."

Vienna smirked at that, shaking his head in disbelief. “I dunno, it sounds like you felt bad for them and wanted to do something nice for her. Or maybe get a threesome going. Was the Cafe your idea?"

No reply came, but from the way everyone still looked at him, Vienna suspected exactly that. Jordan finally broke the silence. “I'd moved by then, so this was in between us for both sides to travel to."

“Well, that all sounds like an even better story than meeting a celebrity at a strip club. I'm rather jealous now."

“I mean, if you don't want to be jealous, why don't you offer up Wendy a chance for some fun with you?" Once more, Spike's mouth opened and everyone reacted. Was it sass, daring, helpfulness? All of the above? “Or did you empty out your balls early watching the pole dancers?"

“Oh my god, Spike!" Now Wendy covered her face in her hands, clearly embarrassed. Everyone else, however, seemed to be waiting in... anticipation? No mean looks for Spike, no disgusted glances around. Definitely knowing glances.

He caught the one eye peeking out between the fingers with his and smiled. “Well? Would you like that, Wendy?" He shifted his pose a bit, letting everything settle into view, tail wagging just enough to show his interest. “I'm happy to make your stay even more memorable, or Jordan's, or both! This is your reunion after all. I don't want to spoil that moment, unless you're into that too?"

Jordan perked up at being mentioned, flushing at the implied suggestion. “W-Well, I did say they'd love to meet you, and I got no problem with, well, a show. Not so much the cucking part."

“What about us?" Cherry raised her hand, quickly followed by Blue. “Can we get a turn too?"

He nodded. “Wendy's first, but sure. We're all here to have a good time, right?" he turned his gaze back to Wendy, whose hands were now halfway down to show the top of her face. “All I need is to hear something that isn't a no from you."

“Oh my god..."

Close enough. Vienna smiled, satisfied, and turned to Spike. “I have one condition, though: You're going to down the rest of that smoothie of mine and prime her up for me first."

“What!? I already drank half of what you left and this glass is big for me!" The sneasel brandished the glass in demonstration, an impressive mass of swollen flesh already sticking out of his sheath. “I've been nursing it trying not to burst in the middle of the conversation!"

“Which means you'll have a nice full belly and give us a great show that'll knock you down a peg. You seem like the sort that's fun to tease that way."

The sudden snickers from the electric pair earned them a glare from Spike, who looked even more flustered. “Fine! Fuck you, though..." He raised the glass and began chugging the rest of the smoothie swiftly but carefully, not a drop spilling past the rim.

“What about all, that?" Wendy waved out towards the rest of the club beyond the curtain. Plainly visible to all. They were hardly the only ones preparing for some sort of debauchery, but it seemed clear that level of display was pushing her limits.

In answer, Vienna turned and grabbed the curtain in maw, pulling it across and leaving the room in near darkness—a quick flick of a light switch hidden on the wall brought life to the room again in a cozy, rosy pink glow.

The concealment definitely helped ease her concerns, but her hesitation still ran strong, glancing between them all before hiding her face in her hands again. “Oh my god, I can't believe I agreed to this..."

Spike slammed the glass onto the table with a solid chink, then hopped off his seat and out of view. The moment didn't last as the table between them all suddenly started shuffling out of the way, revealing him once again. Standing up, the smoothie-induced boner between his legs stood out even more. “Believe it. Now spread'em, unless you want to risk me ripping up that outfit." he gestured at her with a single claw tip, the mere flexing of the digit making the blade flex and stick out more.

Vienna watched with interest as Wendy shuffled in place, but slowly spread her legs, the two electric types on her shoulder scurrying down the curve of the couch to join Jordan. Her skirt rode up just enough for him to see the shadowed presence of undergarments. This seemed to satisfy Spike, however, who now flashed a grin as he stepped closer and slid his claw into the space. It only took a few seconds of some clever fumbling before it came back into view, expertly tugging her panties down by the crotch with the crook of it before they were on the floor.

Now they could all see a patch of pubic hair still obscured in shadow, but Spike was one step ahead of them, hooking her knees in his hands and gently tugging her forward—the height of the seating worked just fine for his short stature. The tip of his pink shaft waited just shy of touching distance. “Thatta girl. Now you just keep'em spread like that."

And with no other preparation, he thrusted in, and kept thrusting! Wendy let out a gasp she quickly stifled with a hand, and from there they all listened to the mixed beat of hips slapping and groans groaning. The sneasel didn't seem keen on taking his time, which left Vienna wondering just how urgent his own needs were from chugging down that smoothie. To the side he spotted the other three, Jordans eyes glued on the action and an obvious blush to his cheeks. What he didn't seem aware of, however, was Blue and Cherry working at his buttons and zipper, at least not until they were fishing into his underwear and pulling out his own goods into the air.

He hadn't anticipated things lurid this quickly, but he wasn't going to complain. Now he had two shows to enjoy! Watching at Spike's hips working with such determination, however, he realized there was something more he wanted to do, and not just because he wanted to push Spike's buttons some more.

His tongue came out and pushed firmly against that pinkish star nestled under those tail feathers. Spike half swore and yelped, thrust abruptly super charged before stopping entirely, making Wendy squeak out loud, but each new press and flick of the tongue make another movement tickle out from the ice type.

“W-What the fuck are you doing, you stupid mutt!?"

His tongue slipped out with a pop. “Sampling the goods. You got a smart mouth, so I wondered if your ass was just as good." Witty remark applied, he pressed his snout back into place and shoved his tongue inward again.

Spike's body jumped once more as he hissed and squirmed. “Mother fucker!" Despite this apparent surprise, however, he didn't tell him no, or push him off. Instead he tried to adjust to the situation, working out how to thrust into the pussy before him while not getting blocked by the snout pressed against his rear. The way everything quivered beneath the earthy, chilled textures inside brought a thrill of delight out of Vienna, adding a renewed throb between his own legs as he wondered just how long the other male could possibly last between his tongue and the smoothie.

As it turned out: not very long at all. He heard a hiss out of Spike and felt those insides clench firmly at his tongue, thrusts becoming short and firm as he pressed himself up against the woman before him. Vienna could feel every flex the seed spurting out inspired, even the flexing of those glutes. He didn't think the smoothie was that powerful, but then again, he'd only had a portion of his when it'd kicked off—maybe chugging a large amount made that much of a difference in the effect?

“F-Fuck! Gah! FUCK! It's not stopping!" Spike's voice wavered as if cracking, the tightening in his backside intensifying, but at the same time, his legs shaking. Vienna pressed a paw against a cheek to help keep him upright. “What the fuck kind of smoothies do they make here!?"

Vienna finally pulled his smout back. The slickened star clenched madly now at nothing, while further down he could see the dribbling mess no doubt seeping out between the connection hidden behind it. Spike's balls seemed deadset on somehow pulling back up into his body, but all they could do was bounce with each throb of orgasm. Each jump seemed to drain more and more life out of the sneasel, before he finally pulled his paw back and let gravity take its course; Spike's legs crumbled beneath him, dumping him onto his back with a lewd slurp as his member pulled free from the human snatch before it. Seed and fluids snapped and flew about, but it was clear from the twitching, empty pulses going on that the eager spire exposed had no more to give.

“Well, I talked about knocking you down a peg, but it looks more like I just gave you a peg. My bad." he gave the twitching dick a careful prod of the paw, which brought out a blissfully pained groan from its owner, before looking at Wendy with a smile. “Apologies for shorting out your boy toy there. I'll make up for that though, I promise."

Wendy, for her part, looked almost as incoherent as Spike did. Her eyes locked onto his when he spoke, however, and as his tongue lapped over the mess smeared across her labia, she let out a soft moan. Her hands reached out to rest upon his head, grasping gently at the fur hairstyle.

His tongue then pierced between the folds, and her grip tightened considerably more as he worked to get every speck of the sneasel out of her.

When he pulled free and gestured her off the couch and onto her knees (conveniently above Spike's overstimulated form), he took note of the other three: Jordan's pants now sat at his feet, the plusle and minun likewise having shuffled him forward in his seat. Cherry seemed to be half hidden under his shirt, tail hiked in the air as the tip of his shaft was squashed against her crotch. Blue, meanwhile, rode on top of it like a miniature bronco, Cherry's tail held in one hand and tugged while she slid herself back and forth over it. Messy, comical, and probably a lot more stimulating than it looked from the tiny flash of a spark. Not quite enough to keep Jordan from flipping between the two shows, however. Vienna gave him a knowing wink before he mounted up onto Wendy's back, sliding that skirt up even further before sinking in and revving up an eager tempo.

Contrary to his release earlier, he found no trouble in filling out those nooks and crannies. Spike's own endowment was nothing to sneeze at—for a sneasel—but compared to him there was no competition. He thrusted, bucked, grinded, and gnawed—gently! She received, squeezed, clenched, begged, and gushed, multiple times. He hadn't intended to get their rutting drooling onto the others crotch, but in hindsight, he probably should have anticipated that.

Speaking of hindsight, as he rode the cusp of a fresh orgasm and the feel of his knot trapping itself inside his now-favorite fan, something had grabbed onto the base of his tail. Looking back revealed Spike, standing on the seating with a triumphant glare. His hard-on still stood strong, slick, and the paw holding firmly onto his tail told him everything he needed to know when it suddenly went to the side. “I'll show you who's coming down a peg."

Vienna didn't get a chance to reply. A mix of gravity, another paw in his mane, and one foot neatly placed on his shin suddenly had his backside invaded by a cold-yet-warm, barbed dick. Thankfully lubed, he let out his own noises of surprise, which just made Spike all the more determined. Their combative display of revenge and lust only added to the atmosphere as Wendy tied form got another rutting and Cherry and Blue hugged themselves close to a gushing shaft, spunk painting over their faces while they lapped mercilessly at spasming glands.

When he finally pulled his knot free from Wendy, he gave her another good licking, giving a good growl in time with Spike's hand abruptly shoving his face more firmly against her. His rear felt cold and numb at this point, no doubt caked in whatever dregs the sneasel had somehow managed, but also frosted over from a snarky bit of ice power after pulling out. Their eyes traded daggers for a moment, but beneath the antagonism he realized they'd found a sort of rapport. Before he could really consider where to take it, however, he had a pair of eagerly awaiting electric types between his legs. Vision obscured and head held in place, all he knew was that the pair were angling him a certain way before he felt himself being pressed up against something: a hole. Far too small to just slide in, that didn't mean they couldn't at least get the tip and gyrate, or tickle him with a soft electrical current, or squeeze and lick at his sensitive spaces!

They swapped places several times; Vienna lost track of how many variations they went through. A smart remark made him aware that his makeup was utterly ruined along his snout at least, but he didn't mind that—especially as he put a paw on a sneasel's head and shoved their mouth right onto his dick. The moment that truly brought him to awareness of how long they'd been going at it was when the curtain opened partway, a poliwhirl head popping in and looking at them all in surprise. “Oh! Sorry! I didn't realize anything was still going on here."

They all (almost) paused. Vienna laid sprawled on his back, legs splayed with Spike between them. Their shafts stood sandwiched between Blue and Cherry's forms, each holding onto each other for dear life as the sneasel supported their weight in his hands even as their slits strokes over both of them in a wet chaos of fluids. Their fur was an absolute mess, though to be fair it didn't seem so bad compared to the rest of the room occupants. Jordan and Wendy were now together, off to the side without a stitch on their bodies as she rode him in a reversed cowgirl pose that let them watch the raunchy display in front of them. The sudden sound of a stranger speaking immediately set Wendy's hands across her breasts as she squeaked.

Vienna couldn't help but let out a broken laugh. “Right. Sorry! Still occupied! But, if you could be so kind as to order us a pitcher of water, please?" He gave the poliwhirl a saucy grin. “We might need to rehydrate for another round."

“Seriously?" Spike huffed, rolling his eyes. “Why don't you just ask for the poliwhirl if you're that thirsty?"

An exhausted set of giggles between them made him give a thrust, which changed the noise into squeaks and moans. Spike's hips came back to life as worked to get more noises, leaving Vienna to focus back on the slightly flustered interrupter.

“Sorry about that. Do you actually work here?"

The poliwhirl nodded.

“In that case, could you bring us another red rocket smoothie, whatever the one that's similar but doesn't actually set you off, and an empty pitcher, please?"

“Why an empty pitcher?"

Vienna winked, now pressing his own hips into the action going on his crotch. “Because when you get back, I think we're having you next while we refresh."

Understanding registered across their face. “Of course. I won't be long then, Mr. Vienna."

“Just Vienna will do." He corrected playfully, feeling that mounting pleasure pique. “I prefer keeping that personal touch with my fans and others."

The sudden pause in everyone else, before the sudden squeak of someone getting a face full of spunk, felt totally worth it.

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