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File Name: Behind the Lights

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File Type: Story:Adult:M/F:Human x Nidoran

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Details: Life is fleeting, short, and full of worries and problems… so why not cast off those worries, throw off the yoke of responsibility, and indulge in the very essence of life itself? That's what Ray thinks, new to the shining Nimbasa… but why just frequent all the usual clubs when there's so much more for those that know where to look?

Behind the Lights

Life.

If Ray had to give one term for his surroundings, one single word to sum up this experience... it would be that. Life, in all its glory and clamour and excitement. The very air was buzzing with it.

The Nimbasa Strip lay before him and behind him, a line of brilliant light across central Unova. To one side, an elaborate hotel sat; a friendly, hulking behemoth of a building, eager to engage and indulge passing visitors to the city. To the other, a vast, multi-story casino proclaimed his chance to be a multi-millionaire overnight. Each one was bedecked in what elsewhere would have been an alarming amount of neon signs, enough energy being expended to make any climate enthusiast tug at their collar with worry. Despite the depths of the night, the street was almost as bright as it would be at high noon - but the sun couldn't rival the cavalcade of vivid colours that spiralled endlessly across the crowds.

Ray continued his quick walk. It wasn't out of choice - if he were elsewhere, he would have thought that he should walk slowly, thinking it would be better to lose himself in his surroundings that way. But that missed the message that the Strip emblazoned with every dancing sign, with each advertisement crammed onto every last open patch of bricks that was found: 'Live Fast - Die Young - Party Forever'. There was no time for a slow, wistful walk here.

A taxi cab beeped its horn, and sped past him, whatever shout the driver made being lost to the surrounding clamour. Ray had been forced to walk on the road to avoid a raucous hen party that staggered past, the girls with arms on shoulders and a couple of Pokémon dancing by their feet in time with the drunken song. Each of the girls wearing little Umbreon headbands and Skitty tails - an odd combination anywhere else, but it seemed positively normal here.

In fact, if anything, it was Ray that felt a little oddly dressed - wearing as he did a white shirt (first three buttons undone), dark, smart trousers, and not really anything else to note. Even his hair was mostly neat - pale blonde, the only sign off being atypical was some minor clumps spiked up with a modest amount of gel. Like any normal guy, really. He positively stood out in this festival of indulgence.

The buildings either side opened up, and he crossed a wide bridge. To his left and right was Nimbasa's river - if it could really be called that. Its banks were marble fronts, its meandering an elegant and controlled curve around the businesses of the Strip. In the centre were rows of fountains, their steps and jets reaching far above the crowds, the water illuminated in cyan as it cascaded down to the bright, rippling surface below. Coins sparkled like glitter on the white, artificial riverbed.

Another moment of that fast pace and he was back amongst buildings again. The Strip was certainly all-encompassing. Not only did it stretch forwards and back and flank him on either side with businesses and joyous people; each venue also speared upwards, soaring advertisements flying over his head. Intense spotlights of whirling figures shone into the heavens; the lack of clouds sent the beams flying out into the darkness.

And likewise, he knew that beneath him it was the same - Nimbasa's famous subway system spread like a web down this strip. Hell, some clubs even held their own stations these days. Now coming up on Firebug Crescent - stop here for services to Intoxication Avenue and Ecstasy Road.

He almost missed it. It was a sight caught in the corner of his eye, something that would be easily disregarded by the usual half-sober customer of the city, on their quest for the next bar. There were no flashing lights, no advertising, no gleaming arrows that hinted at treasures inside.

And that was the biggest hint of all of what existed.

It was an alleyway. Almost black, as it was, nestled in the street like this, and barely two metres across - nothing compared to the rest of its surroundings. His eyes had been ruined by the shameless electrical beckoning over the past half hour; he couldn't see more than a few feet inside. What little he could make out seemed so incredibly normal - a large dumpster, a couple of crates, nothing of note to the passing glance. By the entrance, a woman in a long black-and-yellow dress leaned against the wall, staring through some kind of augmented reality glasses at the world beyond.

Ray looked back the direction he came from. Next to the alley was a nightclub, fancy script emblazoning the word “Lucidity" across the front in intense purple light. It was a testament to the Strip how even that sign, taller than he was and stretching across most of the venue, was completely missed by him. He turned back to the alley, looking again at the dumpster and the crates. Yes, they were perfectly normal, and exactly what you'd expect to find in a city alley.

All the signs were there. Literally, he thought with a smirk. He strode confidently towards the mouth of the alley.

“So that's where you're hiding." He said when he was close enough.

“Who's hiding?" The woman in the black and yellow dress responded with a hard accent of some western region. She was still focused on whatever her glasses were showing her; Ray couldn't make it out. “Especially for those who know where to look. Do you like the dumpster?"

“It's the crates I like, actually." Ray replied, leaning against the wall opposite. “Who, in this century, still uses crates?"

“Exactly. Good eye." She turned to face him - she was pretty, in the typical human sense, with a symmetrical, smooth, pointed face and long black hair that rose at the back into a bun, before cascading over her shoulders. But behind her pale glasses, splodges of colour still playing over them, her eyes were dark and spoke just how atypical she really was. “New here, I take it?"

“Moved in this morning, a flat in the south-west quarter. I unpacked only one box."

“And you're already seeking the alleys of the strip?"

“Looking for a little Lucidity in my new life."

He grinned at her. She stared back, her face displaying only the vaguest of smirks, before she tossed her head.

“Alright. Come on in to my humble abode. They're waiting." She turned, walking past the dumpster and into the darkness.

Ray hesitated for a moment. He was still grinning, still nonchalantly leaning, exuding as much confidence as he could. His heart still beat wildly in his chest.

Eventually, he turned to follow, and let the alley swallow him.

***

Ray hadn't heard of portals existing beyond legends - Giratina and Palkia and their ilk. But he could have been led to believe in them after that.

The Strip was a parade of light, but this alleyway was a haven for darkness of all kinds - dull, near, and even absolute. There was a red security light half way down, visible beyond a chain-link fence, casting deep shadows across the walls. As he watched, one particular shadow moved over the brick wall opposite, occupants masked by another well-placed dumpster. The shadow twisted, and then the outline of…

“The name's Cass." The woman said, moving in front of the scene and blocking it from view. “Auntie Cass." She continued, extending a hand. Ray refocused, but that image was burned into his mind.

“Not your real name, I assume." Ray replied, shaking her hand briefly. Her fingers were warm and delicate, but her grip was surprisingly strong.

“Real enough, right now. Perhaps you'd like to browse some of my wares?"

“Wares?" He said, pausing.. “Not heard them called that before."

“What else would I call them?"

“I suppose it's better than Prostitutes." His mind harked back to a past memory. “Or hell, degenerate sluts, one place called them…"

There was a grunt behind him. He turned quickly - barely two feet away, hidden by an old cardboard box, sat a dull blue female Nidoran. She was staring at him with red eyes.

Shit. His mouth always ran him into trouble. He backpeddled quickly. “I mean, um, no offense…"

“Ni-nido?" The Nidoran responded, still fixing him with a glare. Ray felt his heart thumping in his chest. Aw shit, he thought, stupid, stupid…

“She says 'Who's offended?'" Auntie Cass replied. Ray turned, fixing her with a questioning glance. She shrugged.

“I mean…" Ray said, feeling that there was more he could say. “I would never call anyone that…"

“Ran." The Nidoran responded, making him look back at her. The little Pokémon sat back, eying him slowly.

Auntie Cass smiled. “Shame."

Was that a translation? Ray eyed the Pokémon. She kept her gaze. She was better at it.

The guilt still lingering, her turned back to Auntie Cass, who shrugged again. “Now, care to browse?"

Beyond a pile of old shopping carts (was there even a nearby shopping centre?), a small recess in the alley was party to a number of Pokémon. They sat around in a semicircle, lounging on wooden boxes, or even a bed with what appeared to be a discarded mattress. A Beedrill busying itself with some wing care, a Roselia tending to her leaves, an Aerodactyl lounging by a Snubble as they both read from some tattered book, even a Vespiquen rested on her 'skirt' with a cigarette glowing at her lips. An eclectic bunch, he thought, but this time he didn't dare voice it. From the alleyway beyond the fence, a growl drowned out what could have very well been an indistinct moan…

“Don't worry. You can comment on the odd range." Auntie Cass said. “Some of the more … traditional species are currently occupied, I'm afraid. Where are you from, if you're willing to reveal?"

“Hm?" Ray replied. He'd been taking a closer look at his surroundings. “Oh… Hoenn. Rustboro."

“Ah. You may remember HG, then…."

“Howling Gale?" Ray's eyebrows raised. “Auntie Reese's Mightyena?"

Auntie Cass smirked. “He came over a few months ago. Currently occupied with another client, but you'll see him."

“I'll be sure not to interrupt him…" Ray responded, turning back to the assembled before him.

It was strange. The alleyway really was too perfect. It was so picturesque in how run-down and squalid it looked that it was hard at first to see the truth. Take the mattress, for example - the stains made it look a few decades old, but then, a little food dye could easily do that. Once one looked right past it, it looked perfectly serviceable, even comfortable. Even the boxes had been placed to act as chairs, and he swore some of them had dark cushions in the recesses. His gaze followed some hanging strings, and he noted a furled tarpaulin about a storey up - for when it rained, no doubt. All manner of comforts necessary for a hidden Brothel.

“Prices are twice the usual you'd see in Rustboro, by the way." Auntie Cass said offhandedly, staring at him past a blinking light on her glasses. Ray recoiled.

“Twice!?"

There was a chattering from the Vespiquen. Auntie Cass smiled without much sympathy. “Most bars here charge you half a day's salary for a shot. That's more than twice normal. I hear the working girls are a bit more relaxed, though." She paused. “You know - if you wanted to go for a human female…."

Ray looked back at her. Those eyes really did tell a lot. It took a certain personality to run a place like this - to move behind the lights, behind the law, and more than that - to know the clients. She had him banged to rights.

“Anyway, gotta make sure the wares are safe, right?" She continued. Ray gave a wry smile just as some chattering carried from behind him. He turned; the Nidoran from before sat on top of what looked like an old, broken fridge.

Ray turned back. “She one of yours too?"

“Toxin? Oh yeah. Been here a year. Seems to love torturing those coming in, so don't mind the backchat she gives you."

“She's been giving backchat?" Ray said, frowning.

“I don't translate everything she says exactly." Auntie Cass said, with a slight glare at the Nidoran.

Ray turned. Toxin, as she was apparently called, stared back with that same expression as before. Piercing, searching. Some people (or Pokémon, of course) sometimes looked as if they were undressing you with their eyes. Some looked like they were searching your very mind. Toxin here seemed part of the latter.

Those eyes. In a shaft of the red security light, her hide appeared a very dark grey, but her eyes still sparkled a harsh crimson. She leaned forwards, the motion echoes by her entire form - hide rippling, claws wrapping around the edge of the fridge door, mouth opening slightly and teeth glinting. Her whiskers twitched. Ray could feel her gaze examining him inside and out. It was incredibly unsettling.

He smiled slowly.

“Twice usual, yeah?" He said, pulling out a handful of notes from his pocket. He pulled a few out from the stack, and then waved the rest to Auntie Cass. “I think this qualifies me for about half an hour of anything goes."

Auntie Cass took the money, flicked through it, then smiled as she slipped it inside her dress. “Who caught your eye, then?"

Ray smiled at Toxin.

Beyond the chain link fence, The area was either stark red or black shadows. In the gloom, indistinct shapes and outlines gave away various couples. There was no privacy here between clientele - that was something of a luxury when ten metres away were unassuming crowds. There wasn't even a door - anyone could walk in. But that was the beauty of a perfectly normal alleyway on the Nimbasa Strip, wasn't it? Who would….

Toxin jumped onto a length of pipe riveted to the wall, trotted overhead an undulating business transaction, and then down onto a selection of well-placed crates. Ray rounded them, glancing back on briefly at the black shape of a Mightyena in the recess of a doorway on the other side of the alley. The girl he was with wasn't making any moaning noises - but no-one could with one's mouth that full.

The scent of sex surrounded them. Semen, female juices, all mixed with the vague scent of clay bricks that usually permeate alleyways - he guessed they didn't want to get rid of that, for truth to the illusion. There was no doubt about it, that was for sure - between the lighting and the scent and now the muffled grunts and moans from indeterminate corners, this was a brothel through and through. Ray moved behind the crates as Toxin jumped down onto some waist-high brickwork. She sat on her small haunches, staring up with look of expectation.

“I thought Poison types were rare as prostitutes." Ray said, one hand pulling at his belt. Toxin yawned, looking away in an exaggerated show of boredom. He paused before correcting himself.

“Sorry. It's degenerate sluts, right?"

Toxin turned back with a soft smile on her small lips. Ray gave a gently huff of amusement as the buckle slid open.

“I see how it is. Well then, maybe-ghhahhh...."

He'd only just slipped his thumb into his boxers and began to pull down - but the moment flesh was sighted, Toxin was there. One thick claw pushing the material down, and the next thing he knew his shaft had been engulfed in her mouth. Her lips pressed down on the skin behind the head, and her rough tongue coated the sensitive flesh with her juices. That tongue was interesting - bumpy, but each one caressed in such an intricate way. Though, 'caressed' wasn't the right word with how she was using it - up, down, across, that tongue lapped across his shaft with all the subtlety he'd come to expect of this little cannon.

She looked up at him, and then leaned forwards. He felt the head of his shaft press against the back of her mouth. She was wearing that same expectant look from earlier. Ray smirked.

“What. Expecting more?" He supplied. She didn't move. “Honestly, you're pretty demanding for a slut that just jumped on my cock the moment she saw i- gahhhh…!"

He shut his eyes, grasping the brickwork that Toxin was on as he leaned forward. He might have even crossed his eyes. Gods, fuck, that throat was tight! She was a lively thing, wasn't she? She wasn't even stopping there, either. As he looked down, he watched her bob forwards and back, her little body working that shaft as she forced her lips down over it.

Ray panted heavily. She was certainly the smallest Pokémon he'd ever fucked, but he hadn't thought it would be this good. Most he'd fear of breaking, but he'd hardly done anything - she'd voluntarily just taken him right to- gaaahhahhah… right to the hilt, now…

The twitching of her nose against her crotch made his fingers twitch, his arms tensing up. He panted a little, looking down at her own quivering body.

“Gods. You're a feisty little bitch…" She seemed to enjoy this, her body giving a shudder as she bobbed her head back and forth a few times. Then she pulled back, manhandling the head of his shaft in her mouth for a few moments, before diving back down.

Ray gritted his teeth, feeling his balls begin to ache with the arousal. He had been ready for this ever since he stepped into the alley - even the couple of minutes before now had been a lot to bear. His shaft throbbed with need, and he stared at the little blue Pokémon eagerly wrapped around his shaft…. Oh no, he wasn't going to let her have all the control….

He put a hand on her neck, holding her down. She made some kind of sound as he pulled out, leaving just his head in her mouth. It was more of a purr than a growl, and Ray took this as a good sign as he thrust forwards, forcing his shaft down her throat again.

Perhaps that was really her thing. Being used. Hah, good thing for a prostitute, then, and he wasn't exactly going to to refuse such a request. Even if he was used to treating his partners with a little more respect, it seemed that doing as such here would be rather unfair - and she was the one with the teeth, after all. Might as well make the little lady happy.

Anyway, it was better this way. Holding Toxin down, he moved her into just the right position for thrusting into. His other hand grasped the top of the brickwork, the rough surface digging into him as he slid himself right to the hilt each time. He could hear her, too - it was only faint, heard just above the buzzing sign, the growls of that familiar Mightyena opposite, and then the dull, muted sounds of the Strip that was so far away now. It was a gentle choking noise, wet sounds, the sounds of someone's body fighting for air as their mind fought that natural instinct and drove them to further their vice…

He indulged himself in that delightfully warm, tight throat for a few moments more before he pulled out, letting her catch her breath again, his dripping shaft sliding from her mouth. It gleamed with saliva.

Toxin used about half a second before pulling the shaft back past her lips with a grunt and the smallest of “Raa!"'s. It would have been cute normally if he didn't have the context behind it. Not that he let that stop him - in another moment, he was right to the hilt once more, feeling her whiskers against his legs as he ground against her muzzle.

He was already feeling it approaching, and a couple of quick thrusts, keeping her deep along his shaft - only furthered it. That building pressure, knowing that an orgasm was near. She shook her head slowly, her body moving with it, rubbing the shaft against her insides and letting him enjoy the wetness and tightness and oh fuck, this wasn't going to last much longer, he…!

Just before it hit, Toxin pulled back, paws wrapping around the shaft and keeping him in place as she pulled the head of his shaft out of her throat. Ray stared down at her, catching one last glimpse of her lovely, pointed face and that expression of concentration and happiness before he came. He felt how his shaft throbbed - he felt it against Toxin's lips, felt how she opened her mouth wider expectantly. Cum spurted into her mouth - her felt it rushing down the shaft, and he was sure that she would have done too. It pooled around his head, seed and saliva mixing. She was tasting it, he realised, taking time to indulge in the flavour before she swallowed it down. He gasped, keeping his grip on the back of her neck despite the shaking of his arms…

“Gods dammit, you little cumguzzler." He said, giving off a bout of laughter as feeling returned to the rest of his body. “I don't think I've seen anyone so small eager to take so much…"

Toxin pulled back and gave a half growl, shaking from his grasp. He pulled back, still leaning over the brickwork as she turned around and rolled onto her back, and fixed him with another steady, expectant glare. He chuckled. “Oh, so you're not done...."

“Raaaaan… nidoraaaan…"

“Yeah, I got it. You crave dick. Suppose I gotta indulge you, you little sock."

Oh, she loved that. Red light gleamed off her teeth as she grinned up at him, and her hind paws grasped and tugged at his still erect member. He did pride himself on a fair amount of stamina, but he was still a little surprised that he felt well enough to go again so soon. He supposed… this girl was something….

He moved his hips forward, letting her guide his head to her slit. It was a gently line of darkness over her smooth underbelly, set in a bulbous mound on her dark hips. Her legs wiggled as he pressed forwards again, and he felt how wet it was, how warm it was, and…

Fuck… how tight…

He decided that going slowly would be distasteful to Toxin, so he smirked, and rammed his shaft forwards, He had to reach down to stop her from sliding over the bricks, but her spines helped with that as he drove his shaft deep into her. She squealed loudly, large ears tucked behind her head quivering, but any worries of her safety were allayed at the sight of her grinning face. That smile, oh that smile…

“Y'know, I know you're small…" Ray muttered between grunts. “But I'm actually surprised you're this tight. Been at this a year and you're still like this?" He gave a wide grin. “Just how many dicks have you craved like this…"

She snickered below him. “Raaan, nido nido ran ran~"

“Wonder how many guys like me you suckered into railing you like this. Well…" he grasped her in both hands now, thumbs pressing down on her chubby little stomach. “I think a girl of the world like you deserves a proper time, right?"

She beamed. He slammed his hips against hers, burying himself once again right to the hilt. It was just about all she could take - the little Pokémon probably wouldn't have even come up to his knee on the ground, and gods was she tight, but he still managed to get all of himself inside her before he began to feel significant resistance near the head. Something about breeding with Nidoking passed his mind, and he laughed as he continued to buck his hips, slamming himself into her again and again.

Oh, and how she moved, how her body rolled and tightened around him. She wasn't just lying back and taking it, not even with both his hands wrapped around her. Her hips bucked back into his, her tail rubbed against his balls every time they slapped against her. Even her insides slid over his shaft - oh fuck, the control she had!

And gods, it was more than that. He could feel himself inside her with his hands - he stared down as his shaft literally bulged out her belly at the apex of each thrust. He moved his hands further up to her chest to better see how her belly distended every time he drove his hips into hers…

“Fuck. Your body's so small, it's struggling to take this…" He teased, rubbing his fingers around her back. “But I guess that's very like you, isn't it? You don't even care what you can take, because you just want it that badly…." She let out a gasp, her mouth hanging open. Oh, she really enjoyed that, and he couldn't deny it either….

He moved a hand, this time pressing it on her belly. He drove his foot against a large block of concrete, using it as leverage as deep into her as he could, feeling his shaft under the thick hide with his hand. Oh, that was something else! He rubbed her belly in rough, jerky motions, chuckling to himself. And she was chuckling too - in her own chattering, Nidoran way, Toxin was enjoying every moment of this primal, taboo indulgence....

This time, it was stronger. Of course it was - just as tight as the throat, but so much wetter, so much more motion, and gods those sounds she made! He felt it rising quickly, but he didn't slow down. He kept thrusting right into the orgasm, throwing his head back and gasping loudly to the dark wall, putting a hand out and dislodging a few scraps of loose mortar as he struggled to hold himself up. His shaft pulsed - he felt it against her cunt, her felt it under his hand, he even felt every spurt of cum into her. And oh, her yips and yelps of delight, how her paws grasped his wrists, how her thighs spread just that much wider to help him get every last bit inside! Stars and sparks whirled in his mind, like his own private Strip, though instead of promises of pleasure this was the real thing delivered right to his very being. He rocked from side to side, body quaking as he emptied his seed into the squirming, chittering Toxin beneath him.

After it was over, he tried to pull out, but Toxin held him inside. He looked down, and she grinned intensely, claws scratching on the bricks as she slid her hips from side to side, teasing him with jolts of pleasure through his body.

Ray gasped, giving an exasperated laugh as he rubbed her belly. “Sheesh, you're terrible, little imp." He said, and she smiled at the name. He tried to pull out, but her hind paws pressed against the base of his shaft, making him swallow. “H-hey, c'mon now. You girls work on a time limit, and mine's almost over."

She raised her eyebrows. One hind leg left his shaft, but pressure from the other one made him stay where he was. Her other leg grasped something at his hips, and before he could tug away, she'd already pulled out another of the bank notes he had left.

“Hey, not funny, you…" he said, but she held tight and waved it again. Behind the bright face of the note, she rolled her hips again.

He stared at her. She licked her lips. Around them, the stifled grunts and growls and moans of the other customers were continuing unabated.

“You're insatiable." Ray said at last, giving a defeated sigh.

Toxin's grin sparkled.

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