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Nicolaus sighed as he looked at his book. It felt like he'd read the same line about four times now, and the passages were starting to blend together. This rarely was a good sign. Clearly, study though he might, sometimes his mind just couldn't help but wander. He reclined in his chair, closing his eyes as he leaned back, feeling out the room with the psychic powers.

Nico was a Meowstic - recently evolved too from his wide-eyed Espurr form. A mind sharp as a tack and twice as long, he'd enrolled in university for the grand pursuit of higher learning. Unfortunately, the schools of his choice, while technically liberated, still had some... let's say "integration" troubles with pokemon students. So, while the system raced to accommodate students with extraordinary powers, no longer referring to gifted humans, but flaming apes, psychic cats, ghosts, sentient icebergs, and literal living trash... there were some growing pains. So Nicolaus, despite his vast intelligence, had been relegated to classes online while the campus modernized. Whatever that meant.

So, despite being in university, the vast intellect of the Meowstic was confined to his small apartment in some podunk town in Oklahoma. The only thing really worthy of note nearby, unfortunately, was the local... He looked for a word that didn't make it sound like he thought ill of the place... Gentlemon's club. While it did bring revenue into the small town, and was, essentially, the only thing worth recommending, Nico found himself full of apprehension at the place. Sure, it was nice to go and unwind once in awhile, but everyone there was much too extreme for him. And it was too expensive. Unfortunately, most of his more rational friends were online, scattered around the world. Leaving him essentially alone in a town full of sex-crazed maniacs.

It was a bleak present, to be sure.

Although, maybe he was being a bit harsh. It came with the frustration. He recognized he was being unfair, and closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind of his train of thought.

That wass why Nicolaus preferred the past. Studying the history of the world, both human and pokemon alike. But nothing seemed to draw his attention quite like the Liberation. The unifying event that made humans and pokemon equal, and inspired some of the world's more complicated growing pains. Unfortunately, no one around seemed to care that much. Well, at least, not as much as he did. He pushed the chair back from the desk and used his psychic powers to lift himself from the chair to his bed, keeping reclined the whole time as he thought about the one thing he really, really wanted.

Why can't anyone just want to hang out and be friends? Why did I have to get stuck in this town of oversexed idiots? He thought to himself, with a note of frustration.

He knew he was being unfair - the place wasn't that bad. He'd even been there a few times himself.... for curiosity, of course. Academic research. Study of anatomy and, well, maybe a little stress relief once in awhile. He didn't really hate the place, or his town. Just... when it was only known for being the site of a brothel that operated in a legal gap of the law, sometimes he resented it a little more than he should. He usually recognized it, and corrected himself, but bitterness occasionally crept into his mind when he was overworked, or on special occasions.

It wouldn't be so bad, he reasoned, if he had someone around to relate to. A local friend. But all his friends had moved away. He had too - to here. It wasn't that far from his hometown, but the rent was cheap, and the freelance work -- usually copy writing and other sorts of pen and paper whatnot. he did between his classes were enough to cover his bills... well, the work and the grants and scholarships for being one of the first-generation pokemon to be enrolled in university.

But rent was cheap, and everything was available nearby. It was, at least, a convenient place to live, if not his first choice. Maybe next semester the modernization would be complete, and he could go find some like-minded individuals. People he could really connect and relate to. To play with on an even keel, both in games and... perhaps, in other ways.

The main complaint he had about that brothel that was this town's main draw, Cafe Plaisir, was how intense some of the interactions got to be. Very adversarial, or utilizing power plays. A lot of the interactions he'd seen there seemed to be related to power in some way and that just... didn't appeal to him. He'd tried, sure. More than once, even! But he could just never really get into it. Most of all, Nico just wanted something that came from a place of mutual respect.

Admittedly, he'd never really asked. His opinions were based on his observations, rather than experience. The food and drink was good, and the live shows were interesting, but he found himself hesitant in engaging the general staff for their more intended purpose. Not that they weren't attractive, but it was complicated. Finding someone willing to engage at his level, at at his intensity seemed to be an insurmountable undertaking.

A chime broke him of his musings on that place - he'd received a text message. Scrambling quickly, he suspended it telekinetically above his head. His paws fumbled a bit at first - a deficit of not having fingers, only to fumble and wiff, dropping it with a little 'pap' on his face. The Meowstic really hoped no one saw that as he raised it again and tried unlocking it again. He never really got texts, a side effect of having really no local friends. When he did receive one, it was usually something stupid. This one, however, was not.

"Happy birthday Nicolaus - mom and dad"

It was his birthday? It was his birthday. How had he forgotten his own birthday? Nico guessed it was pretty easy to do when there was really nothing special about it, given he'd just done it. He was also surprised his parents bothered to reach out to him. He'd rejected them when he'd turned 18, taking to his own life, rejecting them and whatever assistance they'd offered. He didn't need them hovering over him and controlling every aspect of his life - he was going to make his own way in this world or die trying. He shut off his phone without replying, letting it fall next to him on the bed.

He did have some money from his contracts set aside for a special occasion. Today was special enough, he guessed. Time to figure out what to spend this gift to himself on. His mind raced with possibility. He could get a new game. Or a new book. Or some decent food. His big, teal eyes glanced over the pile of pizza boxes with a grimace - maybe some quality food would be good.. There were a lot of things money could buy. One thought, however, seemed to keep intruding no matter what he did to stop it.

Companionship.

It was a more appealing concept than he wished it was.

Nico's existence here was a lonely one, after all. It'd been a lifetime since he'd had a guest, and at least a year since he'd had real company. Sure, he had his contacts online, but they weren't really, well, _real._Not in the way that mattered as far as his mind was concerned. Despite all his efforts and attempts, he couldn't always get past the fact that he was still a physical being with physical needs. His tails swished idly as he considered this avenue.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, he reasoned. They had food, drink, and company to last all night. Or a few hours. Or, more likely in his case, a few minutes. Nico pushed himself up to a sitting position, and looked at his desk, where his book was still laying open and his computer was softly glowing, as it waiting for his return. What was a few more hours? Surely, he would return more invigorated and inclined to resume his studies.

It seemed to be the way to go. Nicolaus hopped off his bed, trying to force down his own eagerness, as he grabbed a light jacket sporting the name of his alma mater and throwing it on. As he made his way out the door he hoped quietly to himself not to wind up in one of those power-abusing situations.

--

"Welcome to Cafe Plaisir!" Said a cheerful looking Vaporeon at the front door. He had his paws up on a podium and looking out over it, giving the illusion that he was bipedal and to be a welcoming face. "Do you need directions?"

Nicolaus shook his head. "Nah, I've been here before." He said in a low voice, trying not to sound like himself, before realizing that he sounded stupid and probably looked stupid doing it. No one here knew him, and there wasn't a need to hide. He cleared his throat and spoke normally. "I'm heading to the bar, it's a special occasion."

"Well! Thank you for coming to spend it with us today, sir." The Vaporeon seemed genuine about that, and seemed to overlook the throat-clearing and voice. Nico was tempted to check his mind to see if that was rehearsed, but it was questionably absolutely not legal and he didn't really want to get kicked out already. Not worth the risk.

"No problem." He said making his way off toward the bar, before the Vaporeon stopped him

"Did you want me to check your ID now, so you don't need to take it out at the bar? I can give you a little stamp to help ensure discretion and more anonymity, sir."

He hadn't considered that. That was, actually, probably a good idea. "...Yes, that's probably a good idea." He unfolded one of his ears and produced his ID, showing that, yes, he was in fact, old enough to be here.

"Ah! Happy birthday to you, sir!" The vaporeon said cheerfully. "Please, enjoy our fine facilities." He put two stamps on the Mewostic's paw, both seeming to blend in fairly well with his fur, but still there to anyone looking for them. "The first shows you are of age. The second shows it's your birthday, so you get half-off any drinks you have while you're here."

Nico looked a little embarrassed. "T-thank you." He said. The special treatment was something he didn't ask for, nor did he want - the last thing he wanted was attention drawn to him. On the other hand, half off drinks was a tempting offer that was awful hard to pass up.

"Thank you." He eventually said again with a bit more confidence, when he'd finished admiring the stamps and made his way off to the main room. The bar itself was a short walk, and had both the long wooden table that served as the main alcoholic hub, complete with a purple Espeon serving drinks, a very pleased grin on his face as he mingled with customers coming up for a drink. Many tables of all shapes and sizes were flecked across the room, and sparsely seated. The room was definitely under capacity. It was mid-afternoon, and the Cafe was still fairly quiet - the nightlife hadn't found its way in yet. There seemed to be a number of humans and pokemon alike enjoying food, drink and merriment across the room, being served by a number of pokemon in serving uniforms.

Nico waited by the door for a second, before seeing no one was coming to seat him, and slipped his way into a booth near the door, trying to keep a low profile. He'd succeeded a little too well, because he'd needed to flag over a waitress to get his order taken. A Jolteon swiftly approached, looking a little apologetic.

"S-sorry." she said with a nervous tone. "I just started and I'm still getting used to customers seating themselves." She cleared her throat. "Welcome to Cafe Plaisir. Is there anything I can get for you today, sir? Food, drink, or perhaps a little c-company?" She seemed a little anxious yet.

"Is... is it your first day?" Nico asked, sounding a little concerned.

The waitress nodded softly. "First day without a shadow. Flying solo, I guess!" She laughed, sounding a little uneasy being by herself. "Just let me off morning shift for training!"

Nico smiled reassuringly while his mind started to chastise him. Of course he would get someone so demure and inexperienced. If he tried anything with her, it was bound to turn into something related to power. "Don't worry. We're all new at something once." He reminded her in a way he hoped was soothing.

She did seem to relax a little. "R-right. Sorry, sir. Thank you, sir. I just need to get a little more experience."

"Please, call me Nico." He said. "Sir's a little too formal for me."

She smiled softly. "Nice to meet you, Nico. My name is Masala. Is there anything I can get for you?"

--

After having enjoyed a nice plate of fish and a couple of half-priced Payapa mixers - a drink mixed with a berry designed to take the edge off psychic types, as well as sharing some jokes and stories with his waitress Masala, Nico was feeling his nerves start to settle, and his defenses starting to recede a bit. It was, perhaps, time to find some company. He flagged Masala down.

"Yes, Nico?" She asked warmly. "Can I get you anything?"

"I... was hoping that maybe I could get some company before I headed back out." He said after a moment's hesitation.

Masala did her best to hide a twinge of blush. "O-oh! Well, I'd be happy to set something up for you. Did you have someone in mind?"

"I'm looking for a male, close to my size. Preferably bipedal, like me?"

Masala thought a bit. "I... can't think of any of our bipedal staff members who are close to your size. Sorry. We're... sort of having some staffing problems thanks to some renovations." She confessed. "A lot of our regular staff is out too while we're getting things fixed up."

"Is that why you don't have a shadow today?" He asked with a grin.

Masala looked around to ensure no one was watching, before she nodded shallowly.

"Alright, alright. Well, how about any free male quadrupeds? Do you guys at least have one of those?"

Masala looked around again. "Do you have a room ready? I can send someone along if you wouldn't mind waiting there."

He did not have a room, but that was something he fixed quickly by heading back to the Vaporeon, who provided him a room key with a little wink. He moved to stuff the key into his jacket before feeling his paw hit something inside. He produced it - it... was a small card with an ornate, flowery green P on it. The same P that was the logo for the cafe. He looked at it curiously. He didn't remember it being in here earlier...

Nico handed it over to the Vaporeon, who examined it. "Well, sir. It seems like you have a good friend somewhere. Do you know what this is?"

"No, sorry." Nico offered. "What is it?"

"This is a staff card. It's... like a special kind of coupon. It... well, your next round is paid for by the staff member on the card. Either you made a good impression, or you have some very special friends." He grinned. "I don't see these all that much. You must be something special."

"Oh... Who's the staff member?" Nico asked, having his suspicions.

"That's not for me to disclose." The Vaporeon replied professionally. "Enjoy, sir."

--

The key had a number hanging from it -- GUEST 6. Nico moved his way to the guest bedrooms, and found his way to number 6. The key let him right in, bringing him face to face with a familiar Jolteon.

"Masala?" He asked, sounding confused.

The Jolteon nodded. "Hi Nico."

"But... I asked for a male? It... feels kind of weird to be here with you instead."

Masala laughed gently, her voice growing deeper. She slid her uniform off and revealed her true self -- she was not actually a she after all. Just a very feminine guy.

"Tips are a little better for females," she said, "but I'm as male as they come underneath."

Nico didn't know how to feel about this. On the one hand, he understood - it's not like he wasn't trying to disguise himself a bit as well while he was here, but on the other hand, the deceit hurt a bit. There was a bit to unpack. Sure, he hadn't known Masala that long, but, still.

"Why?" Was all he managed to say. Why her... him? Why him? Why didn't he tell Nico earlier? Why did he want to be here? Did he want to be here? Was he the one who'd given him the staff card? If so, why? Why why why?

"Because." Masala replied. "It's a special occasion for you, and you've been good company for me. A soothing presence in my section. It's important to have someone to reinforce confidence, you know?"

Nico couldn't deny that. He tried to put his shock aside and take more stock of the situation. "So... what happens now?"

"Whatever you want." Masala smiled.

The words stung slightly. "I... don't want to be in charge. I don't want to have power over you. I..."

Masala cut him off. "I know. You mentioned that."

"...What?" Nico asked, his train of thought derailed.

"I slipped you my staff card for a reason.You didn't pay for this. You didn't buy this. You didn't buy me. I am here because I want to be here. With you."

"Thank you." Nico started, before his mind wandered. "Then... why whatever I want?" He asked, sounding very confused.

"Because I don't know your preferences, silly. I don't even know if you wanted to do anything sexual, or if you just want some company." Masala said, trying to stifle a laugh.

"...I knew that." Nicolaus said, averting his eyes slightly, blushing slightly.

"Of course, you're a psychic type." Masala couldn't stifle it anymore. It was a warm, simple laugh with no sense of derision. He sat down, looking at the flustered the cat with a smile, tilting his head slightly.

Nico crossed to the bed, and gently pet Masala's fur. It was a little wiry, but surprisingly soft. "I... wouldn't mind doing something sexual. It's... um, been a while."

Masala chuckled slightly. "Of course, Nico. I am, of course, here to serve.~"

"Not here you're not. Here, you're just like me."

Masala nodded. "Right, right. So...?"

"So...?" Nico repeated.

"What did you want to do?"

"Oh! Um... I'd, uh, like to be on top, but, let's just see what happens." He said, composing himself.

Masala nodded and leaned in. The two kissed softly, and Nico felt a crawl of static over his fur. It was, admittedly, a little exciting. Nico pushed deeper, his tongue slipping free to mingle with Masala's in his mouth. True to his name, there seemed to be a twinge of spice to him - though it was hard to tell if it was actual spice, or just electricity playing with the feline's senses.

The kiss broke, Nico retracting slowly, leaving a strand of saliva connecting their mouths as they surveyed each other. Masala was blushing slightly and averting his eyes, clearly a little bashful. It was an odd sensation to see on a waiter in a brothel, not that he was complaining. Nicolaus grinned, laying down on the bed and waving Masala over. The confused, blushing Jolty slid over to his face before Nico put up a hand, and gave a spinning gesture.

It took the Jolteon a second before what Nico was asking connected. He adjusted his position so his fluffy ass was pointed at Nico's face, and slowly lowered down to softly compress the Meowstic's face. Before the posterior connected, Nico took a deep breath and spread his way through the fluff to find the tight ring of the Jolteon's back end.

Nicolaus produced his sandpapery tongue, giving a long drag over the tailhole. Masala seemed to appreciate this, if the gasp was any indication. A shiver rolled through the Jolteon as more of his weight seemed to roll down Nico's body. Masala was laying down, his long, quadruped body giving him an interesting opportunity, or, at least, as far as Nico could tell judging from the breath rolling over his swiftly growing shaft.

Nico gave another few long, slow draws over the ring, before starting to speed up with shorter, faster licks, lapping at Masala's ring like a water bowl. The Jolty seemed inclined to return the favor, as Nico felt his tip enveloped by the welcome wet heat of Masala's maw. The sensation drew a shuddered sigh from Nico right into Masala's ass. The feline's maw pressed up against the Jolteon's rear, seeming to fasten around the ass as the licking grew more intent. Tending to and preening the electric type's tight rear, providing his special brand of lubrication as the rough tongue dipped through the clenched pucker and providing attention and service with impressive vigor.

The sensations seemed to be throwing Masala off slightly, given the rough way the Jolteon's head slid along his dick. Each new action from Nico seemed to warrant a second of recovery from Masala's side. Eventually though, the other male got into a sort of groove, gently sliding up and down the Meowstic's length, generously coating it with wet attention as the two pleasured and primed each other for the main event.

It took Nico's mind to catch up a bit with the situation. He was underneath a Jolteon's rear, providing his brand of preparation while the femmeon worked Nico over. It wasn't unpleasant by any stretch. Masala had been a little forward, but in an endearing way - he didn't really mind the way this was progressing. Actually, he really really _enjoying_his time with Masala, definitely not what he'd expected from a waiter here. No power play, just genuine time spent with someone who seemed to want to spend time with him in return. The thought put him at ease.

"Nico, I think it's time to switch. That tongue of yours... It's gonna be hard if I'm too sensitive" Masala hissed between lapping drags along his backside It took Nico a second to stop tending to his ass, but Masala's reasoning seemed to register with Nico. It was just too much fun for the feline to eat ass. He shook it off as the two changed their positions, with Masala laying sideways on the bed, giving Nico unfettered access to his well primed and cleaned ring.

Nico didn't need more of an invitation. He took a breath and placed his paws on Masala's side, bracing himself as he probed the readied ring with his attention-laden shaft. His paws dug into the fur to brace himself as he slid the tip into Masala's ass. It took a second at first, with the Jolteon hissing gently as his body prepared to accommodate Nico's. Once the tip was through the ring, the rest of the length slid in with little resistance. It actually caught Nico off guard, prompting the feline to lose his balance on the Jolty's body, falling against his chest.

He pushed himself back up and looked into Masala's face as he started to thrust gently. Masala hissed softly as Nico felt the muscles clenching along his length, not quite used to the intrusion yet. The hisses turned to gentle moans as the body stopped resisting and began to ripple over Nico's length, as it moved to and fro in his partner.

It was actually more pleasurable than Nico had been anticipating. His paws were nothing in comparison to those hot, incredibly tight walls, especially with his recent dry spell. One eye was closing and his breath was getting ragged. Nico felt himself swiftly reaching his peak as he rutted into the Jolteon's backside. Masala's enjoyment was apparent, as the Jolteon's own arousal poked forth from between his legs.

Nico unfolded one of his ears, revealing a third eye beneath it, letting his psychic powers grow rapidly. It provided him enough distraction to not immediately pop within Masala's surprisingly skilled backside. In an effort to repay in part the Jolteon's kindness, The feline focused his psychic energy around the Jolteon's length. Now, their shafts shared an empathetic connection as long his ear was unfolded. Each flex from the Jolteon's backside would please both of them. Masala let out a sharp moan, and gave a testing flex. Then another. Then he laughed.

"That's a pretty neat trick, Nico." the Jolteon said, relaxing a second, and turning his head back to make eye contact, to find a third eye looking back at him. Masala turned back around quickly - he hadn't known what was under Meowstic's eyes before. It was... Different.

The link also had the added benefit of adding the Jolteon's stamina to his own... not that it felt that Masala had much more than he did. Nico let out a soft huff as he got back into the groove, keeping his energy trained around Masala's shaft. The empathic connection prompted shared moans and gasps and Masala worked his trained ass over Nico, pleasuring them both.

He bucked and throbbed, trying to hold his composure as he could feel Masala's cracking below him. Even with their shared stamina, it was little match for the Jolteon's trained ass. Nico paused for a second, letting his partner roll to his back, so they looked at each other, face to face. The shaft was glowing with teal energy as rippling over the length, and it was urgently throbbing against Nico's psychic energy. Nico leaned in, and Masala met him halfway. The two locked their lips once more, as Nico buried himself right to the hilt, the pair letting out a simultaneous locked cry into each other as their climaxes connected.

Not only did they share stamina, but they shared climax. Nico unloaded his own secret spice into Masala's ass, which drank his essence eagerly. Masala's length twitched with need, before coating both of the duo's stomachs with the Jolteon's sticky seed, ropes adorning their fur as they sighed in unison, their tension dispersing as they locked lips.

Nico collapsed gently into Masala's chest, the kiss breaking as he rolled off the side of the Jolteon's face and into an awkward embrace from his four-legged companion. The pair snuggled together for a minute, enjoying the afterglow and each other's warmth as the feline nuzzled gently into the lightly charged fur of the electric type.

Maybe, he thought, just maybe, not everyone in this place was so bad as he planted a kiss on Masala's cheek. "Thank you." He said though a pant.

"You're welcome." Masala replied through strained breath. "Happy birthday, Nico."

"Haaa... you noticed, huh?" He said with a little chuckle.

"Yeah. I hope everything has been good for you." Masala replied sheepishly.

Nico nodded softly and kissed Masala again. "It's been just perfect." He closed his eyes, basking in the afterglow as he felt the cooling ropes on his chest. As his mind drifted off to sleep, still cuddling in with Masala, he made a quiet note to come back again soon... Not everyone was that adversarial or dominant. Or needed to be abused or dominated.

And that's what he liked the most.