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Canidae sat back in his chair, his long grey tail slipping from side to side behind him, the white underside appearing gold in the light of the bar.

He lifted his glass to his lips and took a drink, the sweet, alcoholic liquid slipping into his wet muzzle and down his throat. And yet, putting his glass back down, he still couldn't take his eyes of the front of the room. Then again, no-one around him really could. It was rather hard to do anything else when you had three Pokémon pole-dancing in front of you.

At the back were a Gardevoir and a Lopunny, and at the front was a Blaziken, who had a rather odd attraction to water. All were female, and none of them had any clothes on...anymore.

Canid's previously grey cheeks were tinged with red - a bit strange, even for him...even though he was already on his third glass, and could feel the effects of the alcohol. It'd take quite a bit of self control to not try and jump anything tonight...

This wasn't the main bar near the entrance of the Café - this was deeper into the heart of this Pokémon Brothel. Laid tables and extensive sofas surrounded him, almost all of them occupied with a varied, baying crowd of humans and Pokémon alike, and above and behind him, a filled balcony held yet more of an enraptured audience. The golden lights high above flashed and flickered over the swimming, writhing bodies of the dancers. Captivate, this place was called - a fitting name for certain, and it hadn't taken anything more than a vague mention from Jack to entice him here. The wolf looked over at the small bar at the side of the room; that same Typhlosion was manning it tonight - well, if by manning, one means intently watching the performance. Canid chuckled inwardly.

He finished his drink, and placed it back down - when he felt fur against his own on his left arm. A golden tail brushed past his face. "Can I get you another drink, sir?"

Canid turned to the right, where the voice had come from. Padding next to his table was a large Ninetales - and large was exactly the word. While the few he'd seen had been no more than three, maybe four feet high, this one was well over almost five, just on all fours. His golden fur was sleek, outlining every curve in his body. All nine of his tails wound their way behind him - Canid could barely see one from the other to find their length - in a beautiful, magnificent display of golden fur. His completely red eyes shone like rubies. Strapped to his back was a tray which - Canid noted - he carried with expert balance.

Canid glanced quickly at a clock on the wall - it was gone midnight. An idea that had already been developing in his mind came to his attention.

He turned in his chair to the large Fox Pokémon. "Actually, I'll have two"

"Both for yourself?" he enquired.

"No, one of them is for you" He grinned, leaning back. The Ninetales turned slowly to face him properly, giving him a smile.

"We aren't supposed to accept drinks on our shifts - well, not these shifts" He added after.

"So when do you get off?" Canid pressed. The Ninetales smiled broader.

"One O'clock, after the show." He put one paw closer and leaned forwards. "What room number are you?"

"Room T-08" Canid said, with a wink. "And bring those drinks."

"And your name, sir?" He cocked his head to one side slightly.

"Canidae...but call me Canid" the Wolf replied, smiling back slyly. The Ninetales nodded his head in agreement, his grin not falling as he turned away.

"And what's yours?" Canidae asked, not moving. The Ninetales stopped, and looked back over his shoulder.

"Firenze" He said, and giving a small wink, walked away slowly, his tails swimming from side to side with the movement of his body, a perfect harmony of movement.

Canid murred happily, watching him go. The wolf sat back in his chair, his faced turned towards the poledancers once more - but his eyes did not focus, as his mind played forwards, to the night to come...

* * *

The moon was full this night. Its beams shone down brightly onto the gardens, and the back of the hotel, where Canid now sat. He crouched on all fours, his eyes closed as he basked in the soft light, his fur tingling, his breath slow and measured.

Canid hadn't wanted a room at the start (he figured that he'd bunk with various Pokémon for the nights, or in the forest outside), but when Jack had told him of this beauty, his mind changed instantly. Rather large, it consisted of a soft, dark blue carpet and a soft faux fur rug lying at the end of a spacious double bed. But what had caught his interest the most was the wall opposite the door, which was a pure pane of glass, facing the extensive gardens which spread out below him. From the top floor, and in the light of the full moon, the sight was really something.

But he wasn't concentrating on the gardens - it was the moon to which his attention was focused. His eyes moved slowly under his eyelids as his mind focused on the perfectly round silver sphere, hanging over the land. His heart rate began to quicken, and his breathing did the same. His mind quickened, all around the one thought of the moon, until...

Canid threw his head back, and let out a howl. A howl of emotion, a howl full of feeling and passion as the wolf spoke to the moon.

The loud howl died down after a few seconds, and breathing slowly, Canid lowered his head and opened his eyes, gazing up at the moon in silent reverence. His eyes lowered as they rested, his gaze sweeping the gardens. A plant waved in the moonlight, and the wolf slowly looked to the movement.

There was a soft padding at the door. Canid's ear twitched, and he glanced back at it, before looking to the gardens again, but the movement had stopped. He looked back up at the moon and smiling, raised up on his hind legs, and turned and walked to the door.

He already knew who it would be when he opened it, but even so, Canid took in the sight of the large Ninetales with happiness. He tipped his muzzle, smiling cunningly. "Firenze..."

"Canidae" Firenze said back, sitting on his haunches. Each of his nine tales waved from side to side slowly, like flames in slow motion. Even now they filled the yellow-basked corridor outside the room. "That was a nice howl" He continued, adopting a smile. "I hope you're not shy about doing it again a few more times tonight"

Canid winked cunningly, and stepped back. "Come on in..." he offered. The Ninetales rose, and padded softly into the room. The wolf couldn't help but stroke along Firenze's form with his eyes, taking in every detail; from the long, shining mane, to the large, strong paws and legs, finally resting on his finely toned rear...

"I've always liked the look of this room" Firenze mentioned, turning so he was side on to Canid, standing right by the window. Like that, the top of his body was illuminated in the silver moonlight, the dark shadows serving only to outline his form. Canid grinned and closed the door as he continued, his eyes never leaving the Ninetales. "Then, it's never been like the warmest rooms, on the ground floor. Those are my favourites"

Canid took a few steps closer, and then sat down, cross-legged, on the rug, his tail in his lap as he looked Firenze in the eye. "I like the cold" he said casually, stroking his tail with one paw. "Mostly because, you can get wrapped up warm from it, and it feels so wonderful when you do..." Firenze turned, walking back towards Canid as the wolf continued. "Be it in a duvet, or a blanket...or in the tails of another"

The Ninetales didn't stop his advance, not even when he reached Canid. He pushed him back with his head and torso, pushing the wolf to the floor. When their heads were level, Firenze merely pushed his head forwards, their lips meeting.

The kiss was only gentle; each one's slightly parted lips touching the other. Firenze's saliva slowly ran into Canid's muzzle, who closed his eyes to focus on the taste. They stayed like this for minutes, each one's quickening breath combining with the other's.

Slowly, Canid raised one paw. Firenze's forelegs were pinning his upper arms to his sides, but he was still able to stroke the fur on the Ninetales' sides. In response, he felt the soft touch of Firenze's tales stroking his footpaws, some making their way up the legs with a sensual slowness.

Canid stroked one of his paws up Firenze's torso, running his fingers through the soft fur, and then down and along the underside as it went up to his neck. The fur here was thicker, bushier - warmer. The Ninetales murred softly - Canid could feel it in his mouth, their lips still pressed together.

While his other paw stroked Firenze's side, his first paw moved up his neck to his head. He felt the longer fur of the mane, a smooth texture in his paw, and slowly ran his sheathed claws over his cheek.

At this, the Ninetales pressed his muzzle forward, opening his maw with Canid's, their muzzles interlocking and pressing together. Canid lapped his tongue along Firenze's quickly, who did the same back in between each of Canid's laps.

Firenze moved his front paws forward, lowering his torso that it pressed against Canid's chest underneath his black, low-cut top. Canid's breath quickened further as a tail stroked up the inside of his thigh.

Firenze took another step forward, forcing Canid's head against the rug as he pressed harder down. The kiss was becoming more forceful as each explored the other's mouth with their tongue.

The tail exploring Canid's thigh reached the shorts he wore and stopped, the other tails still stroking his legs. Firenze drew his muzzle back off Canid, a few strings of their mixed saliva still connecting the two mouths. Canid's mouth stayed open, and he slowly opened his eyes to look into Firenze's eyes. He smiled, closing his muzzle - the unspoken message passing from Pokémon to wolf.

Canid moved his paws back down to his hips. He unlatched the belt, pulling away the skirt that was attached to it, and pulled it out from under him, sliding it away.

Moving his paws back, he traced his fingers over the increasingly uncomfortable bulge in them. Firenze's tail followed, the feeling making Canid shudder. He hooked his thumbs under the rim and pushed the shorts down.

Firenze moved his tails up, and finished what Canid's paws had started, sliding the shorts down and over his footpaws, letting them drop to the side.

Firenze pressed his head forward again, engaging Canid in a rough nuzzle as he looked down the wolf's feminine body. His sheath had bulged from the attention, and Firenze wasn't about to leave it alone. As Canid laid his head back, he felt two tails stroke along either side, the tips curling around his white-furred sheath. He gasped as they pressed together roughly, the limbs sliding and pressing against him, from his balls right to the tip, where he could already feel his member push out, meeting the cool night time air.

Canid moaned softly, looking back at Firenze, who looked down at Canid. His bright red eyes were perfectly framed by the golden fur around them. They spoke of gentle kindness, and they sparked, passing another message onto him, unspoken like the first. Canid nodded, smiling - telling the Ninetales to continue. Firenze shifted his body weight, raised one large hindpaw, and pressed down onto Canid's sheath and growing cock.

Canid moaned loudly, shuddering. His paws gripped the fur on Firenze's sides momentarily, this cock jumping under Firenze's paw. He felt a bit of pre leak out onto the fur on his stomach.

And yet, this was going too slow for the wolf to bear. Canid moaned again, pressing hips against Firenze, who lowered himself down in response, Canid's member sandwiched sensually between the two of them.

Firenze turned his head back to Canid, who immediately pressed his muzzle back against his in another kiss. This one was more forceful than the last as their muzzles locked again, each one murring now.

When the kiss was broken again, Canid was beginning to pant. He grinned, open-mouthed, up at Firenze, who smiled back as he sat back on his haunches, his hindpaw still placed on Canid's now fully-grown and hardened cock, which pulsed with the wolf's quicken heartbeat. Another flash from Firenze's eyes, another unspoken message - and Canid pulled up his low-cut top, over his head, and away, unforgotten, like his shorts and skirt. He lay naked before the Ninetales, the golden tails wagging softly, silhouetted in the moonlight.

Canid moaned again, looking up at the Firenze's figure - but as the Ninetales rose again, it was something else that caught his attention.

Canid let out a cross between a meep and a moan at the sight, his large ears lying flat against his white hair. His tongue hung out of his mouth. It must have been comical, or even cliché, the drool that he had to let out at the sight - but it was worthy of such a drool... and it was barely a foot away.

Hanging underneath the Ninetales was a sheath and sac of similarly large proportions to the rest of his body. They were past bulged already, and Canid could see the gleam of a wet, jet black cock sliding out from the end of the furred sheath.

Pushing himself up with one paw, he took the Ninetales' sheath in the other, wrapping his fingers around it - he could barely get them around. Leaning forward, he closed his eyes and let out a small moan as the flesh touched his lips.

By the Gods, he thought. It tasted wonderful.

He wasted no time - opening his muzzle, he pressed his head forward, the black member sliding down past his teeth, between his large fangs, along his tongue. Canid wasn't about to stop, and pressed his muzzle right up to the sheath, keeping it there. His cheeks bulged with the length already. Above him, Firenze let out a moan in pleasure.

Holding the sheath in one paw, he sucked gently on the cock in his mouth. Firenze wasn't fully erect yet, and as he kept his muzzle over the cock, he felt it slide out past his sheath, deeper and deeper into the wolf's mouth.

It wasn't long before Canid had to give up - he would be gagging if it went any further. Moving his paw back to Firenze's sac, he began to massage his large balls with one paw, squeezing and rubbing them, moaning as he did. Canid sucked with increasing vigour on the cock, his tongue sliding along the underside as it finally finished it's growing, fully erect in the wolf's mouth. He shuddered as a drop of pre ran down his throat.

Canid pulled the cock out of his mouth, licking as it went, and leaning back to take a better look. He lapped at the tip as it slid out, tasting the sweet precum.

It must have been eight inches at least - but naturally, this fitted Firenze's body perfectly in terms of proportion. He grinned at it, and opening his muzzle again, slid his muzzle back over the black length.

The second time, he felt the cock press against the back of his mouth, and had to stop himself gagging yet again. Rubbing both of his paws now over the Firenze's balls, he bobbed his head back and forth hungrily, his actions betraying just how eagerly he wanted this. Firenze was obviously not about to deny him of it - he pressed further down on his hindpaw, holding Canid's own cock between the digits of his paw and stroking it gently.

Canid bobbed his head back and forth in a quick, steady rhythm, lapping up any juices that escaped from the tip, his ears flicking every time Firenze let out another moan. This was amazing, Canid thought.

Firenze had clearly recognised Canid's eagerness, his tails slowly wrapping around the wolf's legs, sliding them apart. Canid's tail wagged slowly between them, but a third tail wrapped around the end and secured that too. With a slowness that made Canid whine a bit, Firenze slid his hips back, his cock sliding out of the wolf's mouth and away from his grip. It was now hanging fully hard and erect, dripping with saliva, underneath his golden underside. As he watched, line of saliva dripped onto Canid's stomach.

Firenze moved back and stopped, then putting a forepaw on Canid's shoulder, pushed him back down onto the soft rug. His eyes sparked as his muzzle touched his again, relaying another message - but it would have been clear without the message, as Canid felt and saw the thick black cock slide over his own white-furred balls and slide down, wetting the fur on Canid's rear, coming to a rest against the wolf's tailhole.

He shuddered again, and looking up at Firenze, nodded, smiling. Firenze pressed his head against Canid's shoulder for support, and pressing his cocktip against Canid's tailhole, penetrated the wolf.

Canid let out a cry of pain as his tailhole was stretched open. He panted, letting out another cry as Firenze thrust again, pressing deeper, more of his cock disappearing inside. "F...Firenze...!"

And still this was going too slowly. Canid whined, pressing his hips back against the cock, eyes slightly open to watch the black length disappearing inside.

When it was but half in, Firenze moved a hindpaw forward and began to pull out, and Canid breathed loudly, panting. When the cock was almost out, another thrust slid it right back in, further, and Canid let out another cry. "Ohhh...fuck...!" He shut his eyes instinctively.

Firenze's pace was slow at first, but sped up soon enough, much to Canid's enjoyment. He panted in time to the thrusts, his eyes open. He felt Firenze take some of Canid's shoulder fur into his mouth and bite down on it, holding him as he thrusted in and out of the wolf's rear.

Canid gripped the Ninetales' sides, his fingers wrapped around the fur for supports. He wrapped his legs around Firenze's rear, holding his rear in the air, the tail still held by one of Firenze's tails against the floor. The wolf cried out at each penetration, the feeling only increasing as each thrust got deeper and deeper inside him.

Then he stopped. Firenze buried his cock right up to the growing knot, making Canid lean his head back, panting and groaning from the pleasurable pain. He wrapped his forelegs around the wolf, and hugging Canid to him, rolled over - and without hesitation, continued thrusting, his hips pressing up repeatedly as the vulpine cock repeatedly slid in and out of the tight hole.

Canid had gasped at the sudden movement, but hadn't the time to do anything else. Holding himself in place with his hindlegs against the floor, he gripped Firenze's underside with his paws, his ears flat and head hanging as he bounced up and down in time to the movements.

Firenze was making expert use of his tails. Several were coiling around Canid's limbs and torso, holding him in place as Firenze's cock powered in and out. Canid's own cock was still erect, hitting Firenze's stomach with each thrust the Ninetales made. Canid couldn't do anything though, his limbs occupied - either tied up or being used to support him. Then again, with such a large cock being repeatedly thrust in and out of him, he wasn't about to fall off - not that such an idea was at the forefront of his mind. His only thoughts right now were on the sex.

Firenze grunted, pulling Canid towards him again, and as soon as he was close enough, locked muzzles with him forcefully, his tongue pressing into the wolf's mouth. His large forepaws, claws half extended, gripped Canid like a vice. The wolf meeped and whined, but he still slid his rump up and down in time, accentuating each thrust, and he closed his eyes, moaning into Firenze's mouth as he engaged in the rough kiss.

Firenze's knot was fully grown now, hitting the ring of Canid's tailhole repeatedly, impatiently, as if to be rammed inside at any moment. Canid panted into Firenze's muzzle, whining at the need to be filled, to be taken. But Firenze still wasn't done.

Their eyes met again - a spark in the rubies of Firenze's, and another moment later, Canid rose from the Ninetales' grip, and painfully - pleasurably - turned around on the cock almost completely buried in his rear. When he had turned right the way around, he leaned back, his own cock standing tall and erect, a silhouette in the moonlight, but obviously dripping from pre.

Gripping around his chest, Firenze turned over again - but still holding Canid's chest, he walked with his hindlegs, until Canid was resting on the very end of the double bed. With the wolf up against the bed like this, and his forelegs securely wrapped around the wolf, he started the rapid humping once again.

A new position - and it gave Canid as much pleasure as the rest. His forepaws gripped the duvet hanging over the edge of the bed, claws unsheathed, as he cried out again, eyes shut to concentrate on the pleasure. "Nff...Argh...!"

Firenze held the Wolf against the bed, much rougher now in his movements, bringing his legs forward to thrust into the wolf more easily. His large balls and sac slapped against Canid's ass with his knot, the wolf's tail still held right out of the way.

Firenze grunted and moaned with his movements now, responding to the increased panting from Canid, who was emitting a mixture of whining and murring noises. Canid had probably made a few holes in the bedclothes now, but he still was not thinking about anything else than the act - now more than before, with his cock beginning to throb underneath him.

He could feel the pleasure building up, his hips tingling around Firenze's violent fucking, his cock sensitive to every movement and touch, as it hit his stomach repeatedly.

"Nffff...!" Canid gritted his teeth. This felt amazing, but right now, it was Firenze in charge, and his arms were pinned, making him unable to slide a paw down to his cock.

Firenze obviously knew he was close, and with the movements of his hips becoming even more violent and erratic, his knot pressing further in with each thrust, Canid could tell that he was too. Both of them were approaching an orgasm in unison.

But it wasn't over just yet. Firenze had one last idea - still holding Canid, he lifted up, and slammed the wolf to the floor under his body weight, never once stopping the eager thrusting into Canid's tailhole. Both of them were now in full view of the moon, facing the window, the silver light bathing them, casting intricate shadows of their act onto the floor.

With both forelegs now, Firenze supported his own body weight, leaving Canid to grip the floor as his own orgasm approached. Another golden tail slid underneath Canid, stroking the wolf's balls, making him let out a high-pitched, feminine cry, and then the end wrapped itself around Canid's cock.

And it was this movement that sent Canid past the point of no return. As he rasied his eyes, he glimpsed the moon as the pleasure ran through his body, just before his orgasm exploded.

As if on cue, Firenze slammed his knot into the wolf, deep inside, the expertly practiced Pokémon crossing his own threshold, his orgasm hitting as his cock locked inside the wolf.

As Firenze's cock erupted with his seed, the thick, but especially warm, liquid spurting deep into Canid's insides, the wolf threw his head back as it swam in pleasure and howled deeply, this one filled with more feral passion and emotion before his body was taken with pleasure, his own cock jumping and spurting his own cum beneath their tied forms.

They remained locked in joint orgasm for some time - each one holding the same position, claws unsheathed and gripping fur and carpet, heads back and eyes closed as pleasure ran through them, the explosive end to the long night's fun.

Canid was the first to move, collapsing to the carpet underneath Firenze, his limbs no longer able to support him. His stomach pressed against the material, feeling his own cum that had landed there. He panted hard, his cheeks tinged with red as he moaned quietly.

Canid felt Firenze nose his neck, and, surprisingly gently, took the wolf's scruff in his mouth and rose. Canid watched, supported at both ends, as he was carried up to and onto the bed, where the Ninetales pushed the both of them under the covers, sliding up to the pillows. Here, Firenze let go of Canid's scruff, and wrapped both sets of legs around him, murring softly to the wolf.

Canid moaned gently, still panting. He snuggled back against Firenze, the warm fur enveloping him.

They lay like this, not speaking, each listening to the other's breathing, for several minutes. And then, as the edges of drowsiness began to creep, the wolf opened his eyes.

"Firenze?"

"Yes, Canidae?" asked the Ninetales.

"I thought I asked you to bring those drinks" He replied, giggling softly. The Ninetales shifted, and Canid felt two tails move up the bed, and out from under the covers before his eyes. Slowly, they uncoiled - each revealing a glass, filled with drink.

Canid took a moment, and then laughed, reaching out to take one of the glasses.

It seemed that the night wasn't over just yet.