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Greetings, salutations, hello and hiya to all patrons and fans of the esteemed Cafe Plaisir.

I wrote this very first story a while back, probably 6 months ago from right now. I began working on the second but a lot of things started getting in the way of my writing. However, with my second chapter already done and a 3rd and 4th in the making, I thought i'd finally get this first story out there.

I don't consider myself a master writer by any stretch, but I like to think of myself as alright, and I definitely enjoyed writing it ^w^

At the time of posting this, I only have very basic knowledge of the Cafe. For some reason I find writing easier than reading, and there is a LOT to read. With any luck, i'll be pacing myself at 1 story per day form now on, and see how far I get from there.

This first story is dedicated to Dark Violet, for getting me into it, to October, for helping inspire me with good stories, to Wrince for giving me a tour of some of the sexy artwork, and to the trio as a whole for being some of the best people I've had the pleasure of meeting ^ ^

Anyway, without further delay, sit back, relax, and enjoy the first in a long line of another high-tailed adventure at Cafe Plaisir

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The harsh afternoon sunbeams eroded Lakuta's face as he trekked onwards through the tall, golden wheat-like grass. He had been walking for several hours now without another soul in sight, simply the boundless land in every direction. Usually this would have been happy holiday weather, alas Lakuta had no idea where he was whatsoever. He held the strap of his shoulder bag a little more tightly, pressing it against his cream-coloured underbelly, which complemented the very pale lavender colour the rest of his fur was pigmented with.

Looks, however, were the least of his worries, as the thickness of his pelt did very little to help with the hazy fatigue he felt from all this walking- he wished now more than ever he was back in his cool forests. The terrain felt foreign, with no familiar scents; even the plant life smelled different than the norm. Was he even in the right country anymore? He couldn't say for certain, though he assumed not. The whole thing made him want to whimper in panic, though he felt too tired even to do that. Panting slightly, tilting his gaze up a little to the heavens, Lakuta did his best to focus once again, in an attempt to cast his mind back to this morning.

The last thing he seemed to remember was waking up in these parts, with nothing more to his name than his baggy beige shorts and his shoulder bag containing his belongings. As a traveller, he didn't usually have more than that anyway, but even his shirt was gone, though in this summer's blistering weather, it felt more like a blessing than a cause for concern. The previous night, however? Lakuta strained himself again. It was evening, he had been passing through a small village. Drinking, perhaps? Disappointingly, it still seemed to be a blur. He huffed a little, a small frown now across his face as he forged onwards.

Eventually, in the distance, he began to spy what appeared to be trees. Though few in number, more and more appeared further away, marking the edge of a forest. His frown faded, though it was too early to smile for now: His hope was hanging in the balance of being able to find some decent shade. He was thirsty, but his canister had only a bit of water left: water he needed to keep for emergency. Lakuta gave a quiet whine, licking the front of his muzzle in an attempt to keep his nose wet, before finally reaching the beginning of the trees, his feminine frame virtually collapsing into the cooler shade of the thick tree's trunk, lying on his side, retreating himself into the seclusion of the cooler areas of the shaded protection. The relief of more manageable temperatures caressed his body with a pleasant breeze, the fatigue finally overpowering his conscious mind, dragging him into a much-needed slumber.

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Lakuta awoke once again, under the tree where he had slept. He quickly scrambled upwards, sitting up to lean his back against the familiarity of rough tree bark, his feet happily nestled in the tall wheat grass. A small wind had picked up now, helping to circulate the biome to a more balanced temperature. Moreover, the sun now hung low in the sky, ensuring that the heat which still remained was being constantly fed by its unforgiving rays. He stared up with his golden optics at the sunset, then behind him, where both the forest and a dulcet twilight was beginning. His attention was more fixated on the sunset landscape however, fields once a threatening yellow now a soft orange from the sun's glow.

The breeze whispered through the fields, graceful wave patterns of the swaying grass gliding over the hills. And, albeit for a brief moment, for the first time that day, Lakuta felt calmer and more reassured, taking a good few minutes to take it all in. It wasn't long, however, that he remembered how thirsty he was, moreover it was his thirst that caused him to wake up at all. Giving a soft sigh, before a look of determination, he struggled to his feet once more, turning to face the forest. He figured that wherever there were so many trees, there had to be a river at least somewhere around here, and he vowed to himself that he'd find a water source before the sun set.

It wasn't before he had gone a few metres, however, that Lakuta felt something. A shift in the air. He suddenly halted dead in his tracks, closing his eyes, tuning in his other senses to the environment. Sure enough, the air was transmitting the pulse of many wing beats, very faint at first, but seeming to get stronger. He turned around and opened his eyes again, realising this was a moot point, as the huge flock of birds was clearly visible right there in the sky in the sunset's direction. Lakuta stared up at them as they glided forwards, about 20 of them in a flock, unlike any bird he had ever seen before. The wingspan of them had to be huge, as they seemed large enough to carry a person on their back. Their wingbeats also felt heavy and strong, which seemed to explain why the feel of their flaps could be picked up even in this light breeze.

Their feathers were mostly black, with a grey underside bearing what seemed to be a zig-zag pattern on it, though the even more noticeable feature were bold red feathers hanging proudly in front of each bird's face. Beyond that, due to their altitude, detail was difficult to pinpoint. He swivelled his body around as they flew overhead, heading in the direction of the forest. Lakuta nearly burst with excitement at the prospect that this land wasn't barren to animal life, deducing that wherever they were headed, he might find others too. Perhaps he would even find someone to help him out. Holding his shoulder bag tightly, this time with grit, he began to walk after them, soon turning into a paced run.

The density of the trees began getting thicker, a fully-fledged forest soon forming in front of him as Lakuta kept going. The grass seemed to be getting a bit thinner too, though never quite going away, with a few thicker patches still present where gaps in the thin tree canopy emerged. Taking in the slightly different surroundings, Lakuta couldn't help but notice the tree leaves were slightly strangely turquoise. For the most part they were still unmistakably mostly green, but certainly wasn't anything like he had seen before, especially in comparison to the deep pine green he was used to. The summer season was holding the sunset for quite a while; It would be some time before it sank below the Horizon. Lakuta decided he had a little time to spare, as he slowed his pace once more, stopping at one of the trees which had a low-hanging branch. At a closer inspection, it seemed to be growing berries on it.

Cerulean in colour, they were, and perfectly rounded, almost like a huge blueberry. The thought of this made Lakuta's mouth water a little. Temptation was too great as he picked one off, giving it a small sniff. No immediate traces of poison. This was a risk worth taking, he decided, as Lakuta took a huge bite out of one. It even tasted a little bit like blueberry as he quickly devoured the whole thing. It went down without a problem... or at least at first. Almost immediately after it entered his stomach, Lakuta felt a little odd. A slight tingling sensation in his whole body. By the time it had faded he felt a little more energetic, a little healthier even, with some of his aches seeming to disappear. He grabbed as many as he could reach, placing all of them into his bag, knowing that they would be a great food source if he couldn't find anything else.

He walked for another good 10 minutes, the sky losing its orange glow at a quickening rate now, still with no sign of water. The thirst wasn't as bad after the berry, but still refused to be ignored as his pace began slowing for a second time. What with the berries now a viable food source, Lakuta debated staying the night in one of the trees, when all of a sudden, another noise? This time he didn't stop walking though, as this noise was far less subtle. It sounded almost like talking... in fact it was talking! Distinctly talking. Two voices, male; It seemed to be coming from over on his right. He altered his course a little to intercept the source of the conversation.

He was still much too far away to make out specific phrases, but the source seemed closer and closer by the second. Yet all of a sudden, he began hearing other noises too. This time a female voice. It wasn't long after the female voice, however, that all sounds of talking died down again. Lakuta had missed it. The sky was getting darker too, the forest becoming so thick that navigation through it was proving to be more and more of a battle. As a last-ditch effort, however, Lakuta fought towards where he believed the sound had come from.

It was another 5 minutes, and much less progress was made this time around, Lakuta having to climb through brambles, over fallen logs and through tight branches, gaining a raw scratch or two on his arms and legs. In fact, it wasn't before long that he came to a part that seemed nearly impossible to get through at all, the branches so tight and narrow, and the light getting so low he couldn't even make out what lay beyond it. He pushed one paw forwards, pulling some away, tugging more away in the other direction with the other paw. The wood was surprisingly tough, and Lakuta wasn't massively strong even on the best of days- he had to act fast.

Before his arms gave way, he scrambled forwards hastily, curling up into a ball and wriggling against rough branches. It took a few moments, but he finally got through, falling for a split second, landing in a clumsy heap. Expecting to find more rough forest at the bottom, however, he was instead greeted by grass. Not even tall grass, either. Short, soft grass, like it had been cut to a fine point. He stared, curiously at it, moving to his hands and knees. It even had the traces of the smell of cut grass. And although this was a little unexpected, after looking up to see where he had landed, Lakuta was greeted by what was for certain the last thing he expected to find at all...

The clearing, for starters, was huge: big enough to fit a small village by itself! He couldn't quite tell where it ended, but it almost seemed like that final layer of wildlife was a gateway to another world, with mountains and hills in the distance, a garden of wild flowers sprouting from the otherwise-cut grass, and of course there was the elephant in the room. What stood before him seemed to be a huge building, stretching up, back and around like it were its own life form, with the shape complexities of one too. The design was almost too exquisite to believe. What was this doing all the way out in the middle of nowhere?

Lakuta slowly raised upwards, taking in each detail. He even began to wonder if he had actually hit his head after emerging, and this was all an unconscious dream, alas this felt all too real. Finally, near the bottom of the building, in large, bold lettering appeared the name of this place: 'CAFÉ PLAISIR'. The sign seemed to be above a large main entrance, with a path leading outwards towards the forest. A million questions were flooding Lakuta's mind at once, his expression a sickly mixture of awe, confusion and concern for his own sanity. All of this, however, was interrupted by a voice. A female voice. The same female voice he had briefly head before.

"Are you okay, sir?"

Lakuta looked over to the main entrance again. An elegant figure was standing there... she slightly seemed to resemble a rabbit, and she wore an apron on her front. For the first time that day, Lakuta spoke, his throat dry and sore, but still getting through his timid nature, combined with an adventurous, happy-go-lucky spirit:

"Uhhh... I... I think so..."

Lakuta began to cautiously pad forwards in the rabbit's direction, coming onto the soft, warm stone paving as he did so. Small lights shone on the sides of the path as the light from the sky began subsiding. She was surprisingly tall at a closer observation. Not that Lakuta was particularly tall to begin with, but she was at least 6ft, now changing her expression from one of slight concern to one of a happy, polite smile. Equally polite was the bow she made to him, as she gave out what was most certainly a rehearsed line.

"Welcome to Café Plaisir, we hope you enjoy your stay."

Lakuta didn't know what to say. All he could really do was give a slightly awkward nod and walk in through the double doors to enter the Café. He was met with a clean, brightly lit hallway, warm like outside, but this time pleasantly warm. His foot paws felt the ecstatic relief of soft, almost furry carpet. This place hardly seemed like a café, more like a hotel, especially once he noticed many sets of numbered doors. Regardless Lakuta kept going forwards, simply happy to be in a more comfortable environment. He eventually came to another set of double doors at the other end of the corridor.

Soft music, overpowered by the muffled hums of chatter could be heard on the other side. Finally, civilisation. He pushed them open to step through, to find a huge bar of very fine décor, from the ceiling and lights, which had a very regal look to them, much like that you would find in an upper-class casino bar, down to the finest details, such as engraved patterns on the light switches, fine varnishing on the dark wood of the furniture, and bunches of the same exotic flowers he had seen outside placed in small water vases on each and every table.

There was no time to take it in, though, as It wasn't long before he found himself in motion again, as strange figures were travelling to and fro between the tables, some carrying trays of food and drinks, other quadrupeds having some kind of system where it was attached to their back. Beyond that many others, who Lakuta deduced to be the customers, travelled, sat, stood and conversed. This was beginning to seem more like an alien planet than anything else. The types of people... if they were people... they were stunning. Beings made of rock, metal, some floating, one even seemed to be a red and white orb with a face on it.

He did his best not to stare at any one place too long. Even if it was an alien bar, he shouldn't appear rude. Eventually the flow of people deposited him at the main bar, which seemed to be mostly empty at the moment. Lakuta sat on a tall bar stool, leaning back into it, completely in shock, holding his head a little. He looked to the bar. A figure was cleaning a glass close by, Dark green mostly, and... their back was on fire? The figure began walking his way, eyes friendly and polite, but Lakuta was still a little too dazed to realise this, especially given the contrast of the friendly gaze of his eyes, against the subtly mischievous grin of his lips. He stopped right in front of Lakuta, leaning forwards onto the bar, giving a casual chuckle.

"Well, what's the outdoors done to you, eh?"

Lakuta stared blankly. He spoke with a smooth Irish accent, providing a small sense of comfort to Lakuta, or at least enough to make him more coherent. He slowly tilted his head in confusion, before looking down at himself. He hadn't really considered it before, but he became suddenly aware that he was filthy, covered in patches of dirt, even with bits of leaves and twigs nestled in his scruffy fur. Lakuta glanced back up again, nervously stuttering over his words.

"Oh, I- I'm so sorry. I've just come from... umm... I was in a forest and... w-where am I? Is... this Ireland?"

The Typhlosion stared with almost as much confusion as Lakuta, before chuckling again, slowly shaking his head. Like last time, the chuckle wasn't condescending or malicious, but charming, and helped Lakuta feel more at ease by the moment.

"I'm afraid to say you might be a li'l bit further out than that. Welcome to The Oklahoma Region, America. The name's Jack, main barman of Café Plaisir. It's always good to meet a new face, especially one unique. It's not often we get species like you round here."

"aha... yeah... I noticed..." Lakuta looked around once more, before back to Jack. America? He had heard that name somewhere before: A land across a great ocean. He gave a small dip of his head. "I'm Lakuta Horima, it's nice to meet you, sir."

Jack shook his hand firmly. It was very warm to the touch, nearly hot, but not quite.

"I suppose if yeh didn' even know where you were, yeh might also be wonderin' what we all are too, no?"

"I... didn't want to sound rude but yes... it would be helpful" Lakuta gave a slightly sheepish smile.

"Well we're what's known as Pokémon" Jack exclaimed as he went back to cleaning some glasses in front of him.

"I myself am a Typhlosion." He begins looking out to the other Pokémon, pointing to a few consecutive ones "Over there yeh got a Blastoise, that there is a Magneton, and that one right over there's an Eggsecutor, etcetera etcetera etcetera, yeh get the idea."

Lakuta wasn't sure what to say. Was Pokémon a general classification of the sort of being found here in this land? Given there seemed to be no wolves, foxes or frankly any other living thing he had seen before, he supposed he had to assume so. He looked at them again, now in a slightly different light, this time with a newfound curiosity for each of them.

"That's really cool, so everyone here are all different types of... Pok-ee-mon?" He glanced back at Jack, merely amused by the whole thing. "I suppose in a place like this, I'm the strange one, huh?"

"Maybe on some level, but most people don't tend to judge round here." His tone suddenly dropped a little, still welcoming, but with a strong hint of suggestiveness. "Especially given the sort of things that happen in this place."

"And... what sort of things happen in this place?"

One final chuckle. Jack began leaning down again, rummaging through one of his cupboards.

"You'll see in good time. Until then, however." Jack stood up again, holding a phone-sized device in his hand. He placed it on the table, sliding it forwards.

"This'll help you get a grasp of things. This here is a Pokédex. A human used to come by here often to... heh, research Pokémon. He left a whole box of these here after he left for the last time, and obviously none of us really needed them so they just began gathering dust. That being said, you seem like the curious type, so I think you'll be able to get some use out of it."

"What's a... Human? Is that a Pokémon too?"

Jack gained another confused expression, this time staring for even longer, the pitch of his Irish tone raising for a moment.

"Blimey, you really are far from home, aren't yeh?"

Lakuta slowly picked up the Pokédex, opening the front, revealing a few sets of buttons.

"What does it do?"

"It's a high-tech encyclopaedia. Yeh can record data on Pokémon you meet and store the info there."

Out of curiosity, Lakuta held the device up to Jack. After a few moments, a picture of Jack... or at least Jack's Typhlosion species popped up on the screen, as new data was written to it, an electronic voice sounding through the crude speakers.

"TYPHLOSION: THE VOLCANO POKÉMON, AND THE EVOLVED FORM OF QUILAVA: TYPHLOSION OBSCURES ITSELF BEHIND A SHIMMERING HEAT HAZE THAT IT CREATES USING ITS INTENSELY HOT FLAMES. THIS POKÉMON CREATES BLAZING EXPLOSIVE BLASTS THAT BURN EVERYTHING TO CINDERS."

The Typhlosion gave a bright laugh, and Lakuta couldn't help but laugh along with him. He looked back to Jack, smiling, and nodding his head in thanks. He quickly placed the device into his bag. He was about to ask another question, when all of a sudden, his vision began to become slightly blurred. It was then he remembered his arid thirst, and he was desperate by now. Jack, knowing that face on all too many travellers, was already fixing a drink up for him, working with swift hands behind the counter so that just as Lakuta was about to open his maw to express said thirst, down onto the counter came a tall glass of a yellow liquid, complete with a pink straw and paper umbrella on the side.

"Sitrus berry cocktail, on me. Yeh look like you can use one."

Lakuta nodded again, placing his lips to the straw, taking a small sip. As the name of it suggested, the citrus taste was strong, on the level of pineapple with its bite, but with a flavour more like a pear. And of course, there was no ignoring the fact it was also alcoholic, but that only added to the satisfaction of the drink as it quickly got consumed. Much like the berries he had found previously, Lakuta began feeling much better, though the effects this time were even stronger. And not just stronger- almost before his eyes, a scratch on the back of his paw, as well as all his other scratches, seemed to just heal within a few seconds.

"W-what did you put in this drink?"

Jack laughed again.

"Good pick-me-up, right?"

"You're telling me..." Lakuta couldn't help but laugh once again, the strangeness of this place overwhelming to a point where Lakuta was simply deciding to go along with it all, casually accepting what the drink did. He gazed back to Jack. For a large green creature with a flaming back, Lakuta had to admit, he was really rather handsome. In fact, a great number of the Pokémon here seemed to have a certain attractive charm to them, mostly the waiters. Jack was already busy again, reaching to the back, opening another cupboard, filing through a great number of hooks, some with keys on them, some empty, each assigned to a different door. He finally took one off, turning back to place that on the counter too.

"Here yeh go. G-7, it is. I'll let you stay here free tonight to freshen yourself up, whaddya say?"

Slightly embarrassed, Lakuta nodded again, picking up the key, nearly dropping it, fumbling around to gain a firm grip. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but the newfound comfort around everyone was giving way to feelings of heat at a surprising rate. His cheeks now a pale pink, Lakuta nodded his head again quickly.

"Th-Thank you Jack. I'll go there now, yes?"

"Of course. You have fun now." Jack smiled again, giving Lakuta a small wink, before returning to his all-important glass-cleaning duties. Lakuta's ears dropped slightly in a brief shyness as he received the wink, though they quickly perked up again as he looked back, biting his bottom lip softly: something felt... off... something inside him. Granted alcohol often made him a little friskier than usual, but never this quickly, or after such little amount. He wanted to ask Jack if he had put something extra in that drink, though he doubted that he would admit to it even if he did.

Yet, almost as if Lakuta had asked the question with his flustered expression, Jack responded with an equally silent smirk, clearly not owning up directly, but Lakuta knew. Just what kind of place was this? Lakuta was growing more and more curious by the moment. He looked back around at the tables, this time in an attempt to fit some of the pieces together. He was an adventurer, damnit! Travelling across new lands? Searching far and wide for new things? This was what he lived and breathed for! So surely he should explore this place with a bit more confident spirit.

Much as he tried, however, the sight of them all couldn't bring him to muster up such boldness. They weren't intimidating, or at least not most of them, but something about being in territory with absolutely nothing familiar to use as a central reference point was throwing him off slightly. With that being said, he did feel more comfortable now, deciding to take each little moment in stride.

Taking out his Pokédex for good measure, he hopped off the bar stool, moving round the bar area again, admiring the fine work that had gone into it once more. Lakuta pondered if this land had a different definition for 'café', as this was more like a high-end bar for the rich. Or perhaps it was called a café for slightly ironic reasons? Lakuta wasn't sure, but what he did know was that this definitely seemed to be much more than just a café.

He decided he could start off by configuring the Pokédex device he was given, first and foremost opting to mute the old speakers. The interface seemed rather dated, like something straight out of 1996, but it worked well enough to use. He held it to some other Pokémon subtly, the Pokédex whirring into life, recording the data of each and every one it scanned, bleeping text and pixelated images, one by one, up onto the screen. The whole thing seemed a little confusing at such speeds. Instead, Lakuta decided he would keep it on in his bag, maybe it would keep picking up data on them as he walked. He wasn't sure if that was how it worked, but it was getting way too late to dabble with such things- and he had a room to get to.

He glanced at the three sets of double-doors, positioned on three of the four walls in the bar (the fourth consisted of the bar, the door to the toilets and what Lakuta assumed to be staff-only areas). They all seemed relatively well-marked, and Lakuta deduced the correct door to be the one on the right from where he was stood, thus it's where his journey had him go next.

The noises died down to the low muffle again as the doors swung shut behind him, once more greeted by the peaceful corridor. There was a moment he simply stood there, taking a deep breath, having missed the quietness more than he realised. The whole place seemed to ooze an atmosphere of relaxation, serenity, and just a little bit of fun. Lakuta stepped forwards, having to take only one or two paces before door G-7 appeared on his right. The key fit perfectly, sliding in without a hitch.

Lakuta turned slowly, though he wasn't sure why. Perhaps to give himself a sense of suspense? He supposed that'd have to be it. Before opening, he felt a small shiver down his spine, followed by another small wave of frail warmth. The drink again? It had to be. He thought it best if he got into his room as soon as he could. The door slowly swung open, staring forwards. Sure enough, the rooms were just as wonderful. The fluffy rouge carpet spread through into the large room in front of him, to the left a dark green sofa and a mini-fridge. Always have to have the mini-fridge.

Opposite Lakuta was the only window. With that being said, the window was essentially the entire wall, which seemed to have a handle at one end to allow half of it to slide open, giving way to what appeared to be a finely-crafted wooden patio. To his right lay some fancy shelves and a large TV which faced to the sofa. And between the shelves and TV was another small corridor, grabbing Lakuta's attention even further. Stepping through, the door naturally sliding shut behind him, he slung off his trusty shoulder bag, slowly rolling back his shoulders. He was no longer in pain thanks to the cocktail, but he still felt very tense, plus he was still really rather dirty. Perhaps there was somewhere to take a bath? Kill two birds with one stone?

He stepped into the corridor. Two doors on either side lay before him, one shut, one open, followed by a third door at the very end, also shut. Like the front door, they shimmered in the fine lights, making the room feel especially modern in contrast with the regal bar he had just been in. The door on the left seemed like nothing special. Utilities, storage, a boiler room; he was almost disappointed. Somehow he thought he'd find something marvellous or mysterious.

Turning around, he saw the open door, which was the only room in which the lights weren't on, instead only a single lamp on a bedside table, perched next to a huge bed, king-size even, easily large enough to fit 4 people. With that being said it took up a large portion of the room, leaving only space for a wardrobe and a chest of drawers. Nevertheless, Lakuta was really rather impressed. All that was left now was the final door. He assumed it to be the bathroom, honestly the place he needed to be the most right now. Even for a fancy place such as this, he wasn't expecting all too much. I mean, a bathroom is a bathroom, right?

Opening the final door, peeping through, Lakuta saw that he couldn't have been more wrong if he thoroughly tried: Along the ground, bubbling blue, slightly heated tiles lay across the surface, the pattern repeating up the walls too, lined with impermeable trims of cream-coloured bindings. In the back right corner, he saw a large glass cube structure he recognised as a shower, and further along the right wall was a very fancy sink and mirror. Easily the most stunning thing, however, was the left side of the room, for what Lakuta was met with was a vertical wall going up to about his thighs. It began just on his left at the door, and stretched back in an s-bend going to the right to the back wall. Beyond the wall seemed to be plain pale blue. More than that, it seemed to be the basis for one huge bathing area- more or less, it was a small indoor pool.

Lakuta wasted absolutely no time in exploring this room. The fanciest it had ever gotten for him was a basic bathtub, and for most of his life he was merely bathing in natural freshwater rivers. He peered over the side for a closer look: there were lots of little holes. For bubbles, perhaps? Lakuta looked around again, hoping to run in some warm water, though to his confusion, there didn't seem to be any taps. Lakuta glanced around the perimeter for a good few moments, squinting his eyes. A bit further down, he observed a small part of the top of the wall that got slightly thicker, allowing room for a set of small buttons. On his knees now, Lakuta made his way over, glancing down at them. They all had symbols next to them, some he could decipher, some he had no idea of. Surely one of these buttons gave him water?

He tapped one of the buttons. Almost immediately, a loud hissing sound was coming from the bottom, causing a small breeze into Lakuta's face. Pushing the button again seemed to make it stop; they were likely to produce bubbles in a bath that actually had water in it. He pushed the button next to it. A soft humming noise could now be heard underneath him, as those same holes all now began giving small gurgles, followed by a steady stream of crystal clear water. Well, at least now he knew how that worked. Lakuta stood again, slowly removing his shorts. He wasn't sure how these would get clean, he had no change of clothing. Perhaps he could ask at some point if there were a place to get them washed.

His eyes were fixated on the water, shimmering magnificently. It would almost be a shame to taint it with dirt. His attention switched to the shower again. Perhaps if he washed all this crud off before bathing, it'd be even better. Overall it seemed like the best of ideas under the circumstances. Stepping in through the glass panel, he stared up at the shower head, staring back down at him. Lakuta followed the tube down to a small box with the controls. These seemed easier to use- two dials, one for water, one for temperature, job done. It was really rather cold when it first came out, though after enough time (and some precise work on the temperature knob) the water was glazing his pelt, ridding it of the filth.

He only stayed for a minute or two, just a rinse to wash the dirt away. After stepping out though, the water seemed it would still be taking a few minutes to fill completely; Lakuta decided he'd kill some time by exploring the bedroom a bit more. Stepping through, ensuring the bathroom door was shut, he stepped into the dim lighting of the bedroom. The bed itself was lined with a soft shimmering sheet, on top of what felt like a mattress made of soft sponge. It almost felt alive, beckoning him to leap onto the sensual fabrics, though he didn't want to leave that lovely bath waiting either. Wash first, sleep later. Perhaps if-

*CLICK*

Lakuta's ears perked up, his whole body tensing. The sound of the door could be heard. He was certain, the door had been opened and shut again. He slowly moved to the bedroom door, peering out. Nothing. In a light jog, Lakuta leapt back into the main room, only to find it empty. His eyes darted around, confused. Did someone open the wrong door by mistake? He crept forwards, when he felt another tingle, the spiked drink taking stronger effects this time, nearly making him stumble from the burst of wavy heat being pulsed through his vessels.

*CLICK*

Another door! Directly behind him! Lakuta swiftly swung his head around, able to make out the last split-second of the bathroom door shutting.

"Hello? Who's there?"

Lakuta heard shuffling and movements behind the door. He crept forwards, not afraid, not even too cautious, but certainly curious as he glided back into the bathroom, instantly being hit with a blast of hot water vapour. The bath was full, it seemed, and the water had stopped automatically, thank the gods. He couldn't imagine the expenses needed to cover anything that went wrong in a fancy place like this. He could just about make out the whole room in this mist by now. It was good enough to shut the door again, he thought. At least that way whoever was here wouldn't be able to leave without him knowing.

Lakuta was at an impasse. Should he bathe? He couldn't deny there might be someone here, but that bath looked far too good. He slowly began to climb in, feeling the hot water surround him, inch by inch. The bathing area was large enough for him to lay down completely in nearly any direction. Of course he only temporarily submerged his head, finally finding a sweet spot at one end where he could sprawl out completely with his head resting on the side. The relaxation finally came over him as he let out a deep sigh of relief, the knots in his muscles untangling themselves with glee. He's never felt anything like this before. Lakuta's mind began drifting; he was in another world, so far under the bath's hypnotic spell, he'd almost completely forgotten about the intruder.

The enveloping warmth was truly a treat for him. And, through the soft heat of the fluid, another heat began rising through again, completely overwhelming him this time around. It was taking full effect finally, burying itself into every cell it could access, driving up a deep lust. Even his body felt more sensitive to the feel of the water around him. It was almost enough to cause his sheath to stiffen, but not quite. Lakuta didn't care, he was miles away, allowing his soul to drift through dreams of far-off lands he had visited and explored. He could have easily fallen asleep right there from the relaxation.

Just then, Lakuta felt another tingle. No, not a tingle. A touch! On his right leg. His eyes opened with a start as he peeped down into the water. The mist was getting thicker again. Lakuta remained dead still. It felt like a paw pressing against him. Suddenly, on his other leg, he felt another paw touch against him. He breathing quickened a little, the water a little turbulent from what he felt to be movement under the surface. He focused harder, trying to make something out. He just barely managed to make out the shape of a figure there with him, but they seemed to be well camouflaged, the same colour as the water and bath tub.

Finally, the figure began revealing itself, as a head slowly began emerging from the surface. Lakuta was greeted with two eyes, navy blue all over with light blue pupils. The eyes themselves were huge, glistening with a crystal glow even more so than the water below. The rest of their body was an icy blue too, with what seemed to be two longer pieces hanging from either side of their head. There was over 10 seconds of silence, as the two stared at each other, each second seeming longer than the last. It was the mysterious visitor who finally broke the silence, speaking with a hyperactive enthusiasm.

"Hello sir!"

Lakuta gave a slightly awkward smile, not quite sure how to respond. By the sounds of the voice, she was female. Her accent was fairly odd too. Not to a point where it was difficult to understand, but he couldn't quite pinpoint where she was from.

"Hi there... I'm Lakuta..."

The female Glaceon gave a short giggle, before slowly gliding forwards, resting her head on Lakuta's belly.

"Nice to meet you Lakutie, I am called Pruina. I hear about you from Jackie and then I had the idea that I come to make your first night one to remember." Her face now had a small smile on it, those beaming eyes gazing expectantly up at him. Her paws began stroking up his inner legs, up to his thighs, causing Lakuta to become ever so slightly flushed. Did she mean Jack? Obviously she did, he was the only one Lakuta properly spoke to. He could now feel the warm water flow over his very tip, which poked from his sheath. Lakuta did his best to keep himself motionless as to not draw attention to it.

"Oh. Well, thank you very much. Some company might even make this a nicer experience than it was before."

She nodded slowly. Mercifully, her paws removed themselves from his thighs, now coming to his front. Her paws were pressing down really rather deeply into his shoulders, forcing Lakuta to relax into her movements, which began with a soft rub, up and down, massaging the tired flesh as her head moved up further again, right up at eye-level. Lakuta could feel her breath caressing his muzzle; it was cold, and had no real scent beyond icy water vapour. He found it to be quite pleasant. Lakuta relaxed further, sinking once again into the water, keeping just his neck and head above the surface. Pruina was there now slightly above him, the movements of her paws slowly becoming circular.

"How is this Lakutie? Helping you relax, yes?"

He nodded his head blissfully, feeling like he was getting the best of treatments ever. He thought he had it all sussed out- this was a high-class hotel, he was sure.

"Mmmmmhhhh... Yeah, it's lovely. You give really nice massages." He stared up at Pruina, completely caught in her spell, her innocent gaze and eager nature.

"I hope this doesn't sound rude but... that accent, where are you from?"

Pruina nodded her head a little, her smile getting wider. Her hind paws were now rested on his thighs to hold her steady as she began to work her way ever so gradually down the front of Lakuta's frame.

"No you are not rude. I come from a far up north Inuit village. And then I went and came here, and I love here and now this is my home! I work here it is great fun; I am loving every single moment!"

Lakuta nodded back. She really was adorable. Lakuta couldn't help but return the bright smile she was giving as she moved.

"Well, you're certainly ensuring I'm enjoying this too." Lakuta gave a small laugh. "Anything else you can do? I'm sure that"-

Before Lakuta could finish, as if commanded, Pruina was dipping her head under the surface again, her small paws ceasing the massages, trailing back to his thighs. Then, another brief period of motionless silence.

What followed in the next 3 seconds was a century in Lakuta's head, sparking a very high shift in his view. It began with the surprising feeling of Pruina pulling herself forwards under the water's surface, her head burying itself deeply into Lakuta's crotch. His member immediately jumped upwards, forcing all of the previously dormant floodgates of lust to burst open all at once, the rate of his member sprouting from his sheath almost painful in its rate, as it slithered up against Pruina's cheek, with her only response being eager nuzzles towards the smooth shaft.

Lakuta only had a fraction of a fraction of a moment to be shocked and confused, as very suddenly, every event in the café began clicking together. The spiked drink, the suggestive words of Jack, the intimacy of the employees: this was a brothel. He honestly felt rather dumb for not seeing this right away, alas there was little time for self-pity, for Pruina was beginning to get to work on him, her eagerness ever present, but this time with a much more lustful manifestation.

Lakuta began feeling a uniquely textured tongue glide from the base of his pale pink length, right up to the tip, his entire shaft already at full length, resting at just over 7.5 inches. Not the biggest in total for certain, but plenty big relative to his own height. With one paw, the small Glaceon gave a few light pushes onto his sheath, freeing his knot for the warm water currents to get at it. The stimulation was amplified drastically, easily overwhelming his body, from the flow of the warm fluids over him, to Pruina's sensual tongue, all enveloped by a thickly lavished lust courtesy of Jack.

Her paws began resting on the knot, using it to point the tip towards her face. Lakuta could just make out her maw parting, seemingly completely unaffected by the fact she was underwater, as her tongue swirled slowly around Lakuta's tapered head, teasing him with a torturous stimulation, finally extracting from him a light moan, sounding almost as feminine as her, his cheeks slowly blushing a much deeper red.

"Ohhhh..." He wanted to say something more, but what would he say? Lakuta lay there, quite helpless, his hips slowly humping themselves up and down out of instinct, the smooth lining of the bathing pool giving him nothing to hold onto for support as Pruina began lowering herself over his rod, her maw closing around securely as she slid down him, giving slow, soft and deep sucks, the inside of her mouth replicating the cool chill received from her breath. She was also blushing a little now, massaging his stiff knot much in the way she worked his shoulders. Lakuta could now feel a mass of pre trickling out; he could have sworn it was doing so prior to now, though before now it was just being lost to the bathwater. Lakuta moaned again as the precum laced her mouth. At the rate she was going, it wouldn't long before his tip touched upon her throat.

Sure enough, Lakuta noticed a couple of bubbles rise to the surface as the sound of a muffled cough came from the Glaceon when the tip dribbled onto her throat entrance. It wasn't enough to stop her, though, as she strived forwards, or rather, downwards, as Lakuta felt the narrow walls of her throat slide over his tip, followed by the top portion of his whole shaft all in one go. Pruina's eyes screwed shut, Lakuta's orbs merely glazed over from the pleasure as she worked him. He could almost feel her delicate lips reach towards the beginning of his knot.

All of a sudden, Pruina yanked her head back again, completely off him, causing Lakuta to moan once more, this time completely feminine, his hand reaching back over him, holding the top of the bathtub. His legs felt numb, his shaft burning with need. Pruina's head popped up from the surface of the water again, this time no halt in motions, as she began gliding up towards his face, her paws rested on his shoulders, though this time with much more intent. Her eyes were soft, desperate, the gaze so longing Lakuta thought she was about to cry out. He tried to open his mouth to speak again, but she beat him to it, pushing her forehead softly against his, their lips no more than an inch from each other as she spoke.

"Do not say a word, Lakutie... communicate with your dick..."

Lakuta gulped slightly. 'Communicate with his dick'? It took a brief moment. Lakuta think he knew what she meant. His hand paws stroked the sides of her gently, the breathing rate of both of them quickening. Finally, he began holding her hips. Her fur was shorter than his, but no less soft, as he gained a grip onto her hips for security, slowly lowering her rear downwards. In response, she parted her hind limbs in the water, eagerly giving Lakuta as much access as possible.

It was sooner than he thought when his tip touched against her soft folds. They both simultaneously gave a tiny moan the moment they touched. After that, it all began to ramp up, as Pruina pushed her crotch against him, desperately trying to get Lakuta inside her, though Lakuta was immediately on it, pushing his rod upwards, her entrance tight enough that it took a couple of attempts before he finally broke in, her small cunt stretching apart to fit him.

Pruina's gaze was now feral and intense, her hips only needing to move forwards the smallest bit before they were locked in a powerful kiss, her tongue poking forwards to lick his own tongue. Lakuta responded with equal passion, pushing his head forwards against her, his tongue sharing their saliva as his tongue flickered in circles around hers. His moans were now muffled by their merged muzzles, as his cock stuffed itself further and further in. Finding some buried strength, Lakuta lifted his legs up and back, before tightly crossing them over Pruina's rear, pulling her closer in, causing her to shudder terribly, the increase in force taking her a moment to adjust to. Lakuta now moved his hands up behind her shoulders, gripping them tightly, his tongue moving further forwards into her muzzle at the same time as his dick slithered deeper within her slit.

There was a period of slow insertion, both of them in their own small realities of pleasure, before finally they were brought back again by the squishing feeling of her entrance pressing down against Lakuta's knot. Their eyes met again, this time both of them thinking the exact same thoughts, as if their minds had merged just as their bodies seemed to in the rippling pool. Holding Lakuta's shoulders tightly for support, her tiny claws digging in through the fur, Pruina began raising herself again, her tight walls rubbing against Lakuta's length in ecstasy, with Lakuta himself pulling his hips downwards to slightly speed up the process.

By now their moans were constant, each one a little more desperate than the last. As their locked stare with each other grew more and more intense, it reached a point where they even tried to one-up each other on who could produce the more feminine moan. Their brief competition, however was interrupted, as only the head of Lakuta's cock was nestled inside her.

He tightened his grip slightly, the movements completely ceasing. This lasted for a moment or two, before a very sudden movement from the both of them stuffed Lakuta's length back in again, knot-deep, the both of them virtually melting, yet yearning for more as they progressed. The repeating cycle of slowly moving out, followed by a rapid slam back in repeated several times, each time getting slightly faster, low waves being formed in the waters from where they were. Lakuta's eyes, shut slowly, but Pruina's were wide open, gazing upwards to the ceiling, rolling her hips over his shaft, feeling speed increase to a steady piston-like motion inside her, the fragile walls of her pussy now accustomed to the stretching.

The increase was relatively slow, but went on for several minutes, Lakuta's knot now hitting against Pruina's entrance. She was the first to break the kiss, wrenching her head back, the once muffled moans now free to reverberate on the hard surfaces of the bathroom. Their muzzles were still connected by a couple of strings of thick saliva, and Lakuta was moaning with equal feral grace, his head dipping downwards, doing his best to focus on his movements. He was now pulling her down every time his hips thrusted upwards, each sensation such a consuming wave of heated pleasure, Lakuta thought the water around them would eventually boil.

As he felt himself come closer and closer to tipping point, his eyes were not only closed, but screwed shut with a tightly clenched jaw, doing everything in his power to refrain from orgasming for a long as possible. Pruina, however, had no such plans, driving herself downwards with great force in time with the pulling on her hips, her tongue now hanging out in front of her as she panted, her cool breath causing a mass of turbulence in the hot bathroom atmosphere of water vapour. She almost wailed as she erupted in orgasm, her fluids either providing even more temptation in her insides or mixing with the water around her cunt.

The primal force she was giving with her hips, combined with the pussy cum thoroughly coating Lakuta's shaft became enough that, after one particularly hard movement, Pruina whined again as Lakuta's knot was tied into her, their crotches both touching, squishing deeply against each other. This in turn, was too much for Lakuta to handle, as he cried out, his whole body temporarily tensing up, before going completely limp as a mass of cum was unloaded into her.

Lakuta's eyes now opened a little, his vision mildly blurry, but he could make out the overwhelmed gaze upon Pruina's face, her eyes staring outwards, like she was seeing something far off on the horizon. As his orgasm began to die down, Lakuta blinked a few times, gaining a bit of sense back- Pruina still seemed like she was recovering from it. He slowly released his hold on her thighs, the tying of them both enough to hold her in place for the most part, as Lakuta slowly gave a wide stretch of his limbs, arching his back at the same time. A few clicks and cracks could be heard, as Lakuta let out a happy sigh. Still panting heavily, Pruina now gazed down at him, her eyes still reflecting a stare that saw something a million miles away; moreover, she could only find herself able to muster up a small word or two.

"Did... you be... having... enjoyment?"

"Mhmm, yeah... I loved it." Lakuta smiled, though the smile was rather dopey in look, his body still a bit wavy from the experience.

Pruina leant down again, giving another deep kiss, this time seeming to control it completely, pushing Lakuta's head backwards, almost to a point where he began sinking below the water. She managed to break it just before that happened, however. She seemed more collected now, licking her muzzle softly, breaking the saliva strands, before resting her hind paws onto his legs. With a firm push, there was a brief sound of thick fluid as she lifted herself from his knot, then his shaft, and finally the member as a whole. The warm waters slowly worked their way at cleaning the both of them, the white load flying freely in the bathing pool. Pruina was now more collected, her panting now no more than Lakuta's: deep, and heavy, but not rapid. She rolled to the side a little until she was resting next to him, one of her front paws rested on his chest.

Lakuta turned to face her, leaning his head forwards and giving a deep nuzzle, feeling her soft fur rest against him, though in reality she was almost completely buried in his thick, silk pelt. The both of them lay there for a good couple of minutes, taking each other in, both of them with a small, satisfied smile on their maws. Eventually, however, Pruina rose up again. She gave Lakuta's cheek a tiny lick, before slowly stepping out of the waters. Lakuta slowly turned over onto his front, placing his hands on the rim of the pool as he watched intently. The vapour was still very much high in the air, but he could make her out close by, as she began freezing all the water on her body into tiny ice crystals. Soon after, she began to cool the entire room down, the vapour condensing bit by bit until the room was completely clear.

It was only now, after all they did, that Lakuta was able to get a good, full look at her. The small layer of frozen water made her glisten with a silent elegance as she began walking to the bathroom door. She seemed rather slender, though not in the sense that she had wide hips in comparison. In fact, her entire frame was slightly smaller than he thought, and she seemed to move with a very playful movement cycle. Lakuta leant forwards, calling out as she went to the door to leave, one of the hangings on the side of her head reaching up by itself to open the door for her.

"Hey umm... how old are you, exactly?"

Pruina turned her head back, staring for a moment, considering the question, though she provided no real answer. Instead she just gave him a coy grin, a mischievous giggle and one final wink before turning to leave the room.

Lakuta was alone again. He remained still for another minute or so, trying to adjust himself, taking in what had just happened, before slowly lifting himself from the pool. His body felt heavy as he stood, the feeling of weightlessness in the water taking its toll, as he gave a small stumble, having to lean down again and hold onto the rim to lift himself out. After another short stagger or two, however, he was up on his feet again, and reaching for a towel. By the time he had dried himself off, his member was beginning to slowly retreat back into his sheath.

Lakuta stretched his limbs one final time, and went to leave the bathroom. Suddenly, however, a thought occurred to him. Where were his shorts? The bathroom area seemed clear of them. He stepped out back into the living room, scratching his head a little. Pruina was long gone, if she'd taken them, then he'd certainly be in a spot of bother. Lakuta didn't need to worry for long, however, as he noticed the shorts laying neatly folded on the sofa next to his shoulder bag. He walked over, about to pick them up, when he noticed something- a small piece of paper next to it. Attached was what seemed to be a note:

'A SMALL GIFT FROM ME. YOU BE CAREFUL NOW, M'

He gazed at the paper. He gazed for longer. No matter how he looked at it, it seemed to be a mystery to him. Who was M? Was their comment a warning or just friendly advice? Lakuta glanced back to the shorts. Picking them up revealed even more confusion: They were identical in design to his shorts, and even had the very same scent it always had, yet all of the wear and tear it had received over the years had completely vanished, and was also entirely rid of dirt, like it had just come out of a very thorough clean. And, more importantly, as Lakuta looked onto one side, he noticed a very small pattern expertly sewn into them: The Café Plaisir logo. He could hardly tell if they were his or not, with his senses and instinct insisting that they were, but logic dictating that they couldn't possibly be. He slowly put them on. They even felt like his.

Lakuta looked to the window pane. The sky was now completely dark, the light in the living room making it challenging to see out, instead showing a reflection of himself. He stepped forwards, looking at himself, resting his hand on one hip, and giving a small turn- whether they were his shorts or new shorts, he couldn't deny they were very nice to wear. Lakuta decided he would take this puzzle up another time. No point in worrying about things that weren't hurting him. Turning back again, he walked back into the small hallway, turning right to the bedroom. It was still just as warm and inviting, now more than ever as the events of today had strained him quite a bit. And it had certainly been a long time since he had slept in a bed. With that being said, it wasn't where he felt at home. He stepped out of the hallways again, headed for the window.

With one large push, one of the two glass panes slid open, overlapping the other for Lakuta to step out into the softly varnished wood. The cool night breeze was freezing, in near complete contrast to the hazy heat of the day. He shut the glass pane behind him again, before leaning onto the wooden bar that separated him from the gardens that surrounded the café. There was nary a cloud in the sky, each ancient star fondly twinkling in the skies above.

Lakuta could feel the moon's presence, alas it was nowhere to be found, except in the form of the faintest, subtlest outline of a new moon directly overhead, which only became visible after a good few minutes of Lakuta's eyes adjusting. It was a new moon, young and ready to start another cycle. In the distance, Lakuta saw the hills and mountains again. He was on the other side of where he initially came through, and he could feel a swarm of life teeming in this direction, just waiting to be discovered. Until then, however... Lakuta leant back, before allowing himself to lay flat on the finely carved wooden planks.

The world was silent. Nothing but faint breaths of air flowing over Lakuta, chilling him to levels most creatures would find brooding. He felt his eyes heavy, begin to shut his vision into the bliss of sleep, now existing to himself as no more than the sound of the land, the exotic scents of the flora, and the wavering thoughts which crossed his mind. Even his thoughts eventually trickling into his subconscious, shifting his soul into the land of dreams. Only one thought remained.

"Perhaps this place isn't too bad."