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The Girl Gets October

It was another day at Cafe Plaisir, October was walking through the service corridor behind the kitchens to avoid the main bar, in somewhat of a foul mood...

"I look ridiculous," said October, not for the first time. "Absolutely, totally, utterly..."

Colin turned his head slowly, as if disappointed with an errant student. "The customer is always right. That is one of the guiding principles upon which Cafe P-" He tried to keep a straight face, but then broke into peals of laughter. "Oh Arceus, I never would have thought she had a hyper fetish..."

October glared at him. "Why... this ridiculous monster of a thing almost touches the bloody floor..! Why must I wear this over my Dick, Colin? Why..?"

"Because the customer is always-" The Sylveon paused for a moment and cocked his head. "You know," Collin said speculatively, "this might resolve the betting pool. "

"What! You mean some bastards have been betting which toys I'll be using using? What haven't you told me you pink-"

"Calm down you wake our next door neighbor and I'll tell you. You see, there's been a pool going for a while about you and Prometheus. Someone suggested that you and he would make a matched pair, what with both of you being unpartnered fire types and they were drinking at the time. So that led to a bet about which of you would be getting into the other first... and one thing led to another... I have to check how it was worded, but that toy of yours is live-cast, so I might be collecting tonight."

October looked down between his legs and shuddered, firmly resolving that there was absolutely no way Prometheus was going to be "getting into" him anytime in the near future, or ever. Absently he pulled a smoke out of his mane. No-one needed to know of the events of the weekend before last, no-one...

"No! No! No! No!" screeched Colin, and snatched the cigarette away. "Not before you go meet with a customer."

October shot the Sylveon a look of death, "Colin, you'll be wanting to pass that back to me. You'll be wanting to pass that back to me very quickly."

"No..." said the Sylveon, wearing a self-righteous, smarmy look that invoked layers of wrath within the Ninetales, "October," he began, in that tone of voice, "We were specifically requested and we're expected to do a good job..!"

"A good job..?" said October, grumbling softly as his ire rose, "I'll do a much better job if I'm not nicotine-starved..."

"You were specifically told not to smoke. Not that this has stopped you, but you shouldn't show up for a job smelling of burning tar, even if she is a fire type!"

"Specifically told..?" said October, doubtfully, "You're making that up, Colin. I very much doubt I was specifically requested not to smoke by the customer. How would she even know I was a smoker, eh..?"

"Well no," said Colin, "She didn't request that, but you ought to know by now that customers don't like that! Especially Pokemon customers! Not everyone has ruined their sense of smell with cigarettes, you know!" Pouting, he frowned at October, "You are meant to be as presentable as you can be, you know! You're meant to be something the customer desires! The Plaisir standard!"

"I'll standardise your bloody Plaisir," grumbled October, "This place is getting due for a burning down. I'm feeling it. I am. Sooner or later. The whole place. Phwoosh..."

Colin whined at him, making an utterly pathetic noise that conveyed how upset and disappointed he was with the Ninetales, whilst looking at him with those eyes... It was more pitifully heartbreaking than even October care to admit. He had to avert his own eyes from the spectacle and battled, with his own considerable stubbornness against the spectacle.

Colin wouldn't let up, however. Tapping on October's shoulder and continuing to whine, "October! You wouldn't do that..!" he said in a pleading tone, "You wouldn't, would you..?"

At that point, October had to huff and look away further, grimacing and scowling. This wasn't going to work on him, it wasn't...

"...but so many of the Pokemon here are your friends..!" cried the Sylveon, "...and you wouldn't hurt your friends, would you..? You wouldn't hurt them and destroy everything and... this place... and everything they have..?"

Of course, Colin didn't mention that literally everything he had and all he was pretty much existed here at this Cafe. In all the time he had been here, October hadn't once seen him leave. This was literally Colin's world...

"No..." October had to grudgingly admit, "No, I wouldn't do that... and you know I wouldn't... but neither do I have to be tame and obedient, Colin. Cafe Plaisir may be my home for now, but that doesn't mean it gets to dictate everything about how I live..."

"Hmmmph..." said the Sylveon, huffily, "Well, the customers still don't like it, October..! ...and you should try and hold off when you're trying to make a good impression and you know it!"

October growled, knowing that the Sylveon was pressing his advantage now. It made him want to dig his heels in all the harder... but for now, whilst he was standing in a service corridor, looking ridiculous, it really wasn't worth the bother.

The wearable toy smacked against the ground audibly as if to punctuate the thought. He growled again.

"Fine..." growled the Ninetales, "No cigarette... this time!"

Colin's sound of glee was as pleasant as it was mildly irritating...

Still, that was that. He resisted his urge for tobacco and on they went to meet the customer, October feeling as grumpy as the Sylveon was gleeful all the while as they headed to the designated room, Colin practically skipping all the way and being as maximally visible as October was trying to be stealthy.

Unfortunately, October found out that it's hard to be stealthy when you're wearing a dick long enough to almost drag on the ground. He tried to maintain his dignity, keeping to a fast walk as he went. As he came around the corner though, he spotted Rain Flower, and worse, she spotted him. Her eyes widened, and she stared at him with obvious lust glazing over her eyes, walking towards him in an almost zombie-like manner, until she stepped off the edge of the table and landed in a pile of unwashed cups with a crash. At that point, he made a run for, out the door and into the next room before she could even look up.

"REDTALES! I NEED that... Come back!! We'll-" until another door closed, and her voice was silenced.

Rain Flower clearly hadn't realised it was a prosthetic, she probably wasn't thinking at all. In fact, October would be highly surprised if she had put more than ten seconds of thought into anything in her life.

All the better to just keep on moving... Colin came along after with a confused look in his face. October did not care to explain any of it to him and ensured that he was moving too quickly to give the Sylveon a chance to ask.

Of course, there was an obvious downside to this. The faster he moved, the faster he arrived at the customer's room. Of course, by the time he had thought of this, Rain Flower was long behind them and the customer's door was right in front.

Of course, having listened to pretty much none of Colin's explanation of who the customer was, beyond, 'Female, hyper fetish, specifically ordered, blah, blah, blah,' October realised at this point that he had more or less no idea what to expect.

He was still wondering at the possibilities when the Sylveon, apparently gleeful at having arrived almost exactly on time, skipped right past him and rapped upon the door with a paw without a second's delay, before had any chance to protest and request some prevarication time.

He shot the back of the oblivious Sylveon's head a venomous look which of course, Colin completely failed to notice.

Then, whilst October was still gathering his breath, the door was opening.

He caught sight of the customer. He gulped. It took a second to remind himself that the customer was female and not quite the terrifying sight that his fears first conjured - this wasn't Prometheus, after all...

...but it was an Arcanine.

She looked down at him, with a large canine grin on her broad, formidable face. "Hmm... You are as big down there as they promised," she said with obvious and growing lust, "Stand still, tails up, and let me have a look," she ordered, bullying her way right past the relatively small Ninetales out into the corridor and starting to stalk around him...

October didn't have a chance to meet and greet the customer as he was meant to and even Colin was taken far too by surprise by the big Pokemon's thoroughly canine enthusiasm to even comment.

Still, October was just about conscious enough to try to regain his balance and attempt some semblance of a dignified posture. At the least, it wouldn't do to look weak around a beast like this...

"Oh yeah..." said the Arcanine, with a grin that only seemed to grow bigger and more terrifying as it grew hungrier and more wanting... "That's a fine Foxy specimen, right there..."

"Ummm, thanks," said October, still a tad too off-balance to be wearing his usual chipper charm, still, he was trying, "I'm... pleased you're pleased..!"

"Damn right..!" she said, in a voice too loud for the tight confines of the corridors and October's sensitive vulpine ears, "...and whaddawe have here..?" she said, turning her attention to Colin.

Colin, just as shocked as October, didn't take so long to regain his composure, probably entirely because he lacked the fear of Arcanine (irrational and quite, quite rational) that October had. So Colin had quickly assumed a proud posture and a saccharine-sweet smile...

"I'm Colin..!" chirped the Sylveon, "Pleased to meet you! I hope you're having a swell day here and Cafe Plai-"

"Well hot-damn!" said the Arcanine, practically yelling, "Ain't you just the cutest little thing..? Sweet as sugar and twice as nice..!"

Any offense at being cut off was quickly swallowed by Colin's deep blush and smile of purest happiness at the praise of a customer. The Sylveon made sweet, singing cry of glee, sharp and high in pitch that almost split October's eardrums.

The Arcanine belly-laughed happily, but stopped suddenly, casting lewd glances at the pair of them, "Looks like I'm gettin' what I paid for, here," she said, that grin returning in a somewhat sinister manner, "Looks like you two are money well spent!"

"Well of course!" said Colin, happily, before launching into the spiel, "Here at Cafe Plaisir, we-"

"Yeah yeah," said the Arcanine, suddenly putting a heavy, clawed forepaw on both of their behinds, drawing an unconscious (and embarrassing) gasp out of October, "You sure do! Now don't keep me waiting! Get on in there!"

"Yes, ma'am!" cried Colin, obediently.

October didn't even have the chance to grumble as he was propelled by the hindquarters into the customer's quarters. He hadn't even had time to finish stumbling before she was in the room behind them and letting the door slam closed.

An almost wolfish chuckle echoed around the room. The guest quarters at Plaisir were generously proportioned, but the very sound of her voice made them sound small.

In fact, the very Arcanine herself made the quarters seem very small indeed. Looking around at her, in quarters made to human proportions, usually over-tall to most Pokemon, even a relatively large variety such as a Ninetales, the six-foot tall female made them indeed look very small. In fact, being taller than many humans and far longer indeed, she made the quarters and indeed, very much the Pokemon within them, look VERY small.

Whilst she looked very much like a monster.

She cocked her head, looking at October with a quizzical expression, though little of the lust and hunger had left it, either, "What's the matter, Ninetales..?" she asked, "Your tails are hiding!"

October glanced back. His nine, glorious tails were in fact doing a good impression of a budded-up flower, behind him. Frowning, he looked back at her, "I'm fine..!" he lied, uncomfortably. He didn't like lying.

"Yeah right," said the Arcanine, smirking, "You're afraid-a-me!" she narrowed her eyes a bit, "I can smell it!"

"October..!" said Colin, at a near-whisper, as if the Arcanine couldn't hear, looking at him with disappointment and concern.

That grated at him. "Hey..!" protested October, "I'm... I'm... well, Arcanine are big and scary..! ...and I don't know if you know this, but in most worlds, dogs kill Foxes!"

"Huh..?" that apparently caught the Arcanine off-guard, "Kill..? Who's talkin' about killing..?"

"October," said Colin, with wide eyes that were almost instantly bordering on outright horror and panic, speaking at a gasp, "You're offending the customer..!"

"What!?" sputtered October, "I am not! I mean, I don't mean it! I... look! I'll be fine! I just need a moment to get used to this!"

"Do ya now..?" said the Arcanine, a surprisingly cunning smirk on her face, "Ya sure about that..?"

October frowned at her and the still-concerned Sylveon, who now simply looked puzzled by the Arcanine's comment.

She went on anyway, despite their distraction, "...Because it looks like ya like it just fine."

October glanced at her. Her eyes were tracked under his hips, to where the wearable was dangling. He rolled his eyes.

He was about to say that it was all the prosthetic and that he'd just need a moment to fill it out and get it taught again when he realised there really was no need for that. His cock was already full and the prosthetic was standing proud for it.

No-one was more surprised than he was.

"Fuck, I think you're makin' that thing bigger!" said the Arcanine, with relish, "Scaredy-Fox likes me more than his head reckons, I reckon..."

"Ah, ahhh..." began a puzzled October.

Colin made a confused noise, looking between them.

October searched his mind and the best he could come up with, speaking lamely, was, "Well... I suppose I've always had a thing for strong females..."

There was a deep, almost purring growl, "Oh, really..?" said the Arcanine.

Before Colin or October could say another word, she was suddenly advancing on the Ninetales. He backpedalled reflexively, before he had time to think or act beyond retreating from the towering female. Her grin grew with a predatory playfulness as she took up the silly and short chase.

October's butt collided with the bed, very quickly, of course... He looked up at her. Had to keep looking up. He was just opening his maw to speak...

A heavy forepaw pushed into his chest-ruff and pushed him casually onto the bed, like he weighed nothing. Of course, to her, he probably practically didn't. Like a ragdoll, he was thrown down without so much as a surprised yelp.

Then, before he had time for any such protest, she was on him, climbing over him in such a way that she let him feel her weight. The weight of a huge, powerful, carnivore of a Pokemon, thick muscle and even thicker fluff, the deep orange fur and formidable, powerful form of an Arcanine in her prime. She was mighty - and she weighed it. It was almost all muscle and from the density-alone, you could tell. He couldn't breathe!

He tried squirming. It was pointless. His long legs and point paws couldn't budge her. She just crawled over him with no more resistance than if he were a cushion.

When she took her weight off him it was because she was already in position. She pushed up on those powerful forepaws and let him breathe, looking down at him with huge, fearsome eyes. "Oh, Foxy-Fox," she growled, "You're fun, after all..!"

"Rrf-!" was about the most intelligible reply he could offer.

"Hah!" was her only response. Then she ground her hips against the prosthetic, grinning lustfully as she rubbed her lips to the length...

The wearable cock-sheath was designed to provide pleasure to either party and October growled with involuntary pleasure as the ribbed insides of the sheath rubbed over his own, hard, hot shaft.... October wouldn't have ordinarily been able to fathom what possible Pokemon he would need such a thing as this to please, since never mind an Arcanine, this thing looked fit to fit a Salamance!

-Still, looking up at her, looking at the depth of this big, Fire-type femme's appetite, he had very little doubt indeed about the intentions and needs of this one.

"You're gonna be my fun little fucktoy, aint'cha..?" said the Arcanine, grinning at him.

October swallowed nervously, but didn't find he could disagree in the least.

"Well that's how I'm gonna use ya," she promised.

October made a curious, slightly whiny sound.

Chuckling, the hasty Arcanine wasted no further time. She ground her hips along the length of the oversized sheath and didn't stop until that oversized tip was poking at her hot and puffy nethers.

Of course, there was some loss of sensation at the end, through inches and inches of plasticised cock-simulation, so October didn't get to enjoy the initial penetration as he normally would have... but as the Arcanine moaned and shoved back, the compression and pressure applied to the prosthetic cock caused that ribbed interior to rub over his real length most pleasantly indeed... and he growled softly in turn...

"OH, YEAH," said the Arcanine, without a hint of shyness about her, still pushing back.

October just about managed to gasp enough breath to speak when she began pounding her hips down onto him. The bed began creaking right away as she ground down onto the sheath. That sheath in turn ground down onto October and he found himself with just as big a squeeze as if he were as oversized for the Arcanine's hole as the sheath blatantly was.

She didn't seem to care, though. She just began to hammer herself harder onto the huge and realistically throbbing fake-cock, with its real and very-throbbing Ninetales cock within.

She reared her head back in pleasure as inch after inch sank into her aroused and needy nethers, in perhaps as much pain as pleasure but with the determination of a canine, kept on going, harder and deeper, faster and firmer...

She lowered her gaze to meet October's, again, "Oh, yeah..." she growled, looking hungrier and most lustful than ever, like she might eat him at any time, "That's a good fuckin' Fox an' a good fuckin' cock..."

"Hrf..." managed October in response, to his own embarrassment, blushing up at her, with his ears back as the bed creaked, louder and louder. "I... I... hrf..."

"You like bein' my man-bitch, don't'cha..?" she asked him, her voice increasingly husky as she went at him.

"Hrrrrf..." whined October, then with an honesty that surged out of him, "Yes..."

He was surprised, but that was apparently what it took. She suddenly threw herself back on the prosthetic, pushing the massive fake-cock deep within herself and vicing down so hard that October thought his real cock might be crushed despite all the 'armour.' She moaned hard and closed her eyes, rearing her head back... juices dribbled onto October's belly.

She really was enjoying this...

Colin made noises of satisfaction at her obvious pleasure.

She wagged her tail and ground her hips from side to side, leaking more of her orgasmic juices onto the fox. He found he could not and did not want to complain, despite the facts of things...

Of course, if he thought she was done and that was the end of this embarrassing ordeal, he had another thing coming...

It was less than thirty seconds before she was flashing a crude grin at Colin and barking out, "Hey! I ordered two cute males with huge dicks to cater to my every damn whim! Where the other one, huh..?"

Colin leapt up onto the points of all fours like a button had been pushed, his eyes wide with surprise at his own lack of dutiful action!

"Of course, ma'am! Sorry, ma'am!" said the Sylveon, "What would you like, ma'am..?"

Without saying a word, but rather communicating with a raised tail and a dirty grin, the Arcanine said all she needed to say.

Colin leapt up onto her back and wrapped his ribbons about her waist for security.

Then the grinding and the pounding started all over again, this time with a securely-wrapped Sylveon bouncing right there on her butt, doing his best to squeeze an over-sized Sylvy-dick into the Arcanine's bounding rump.

The bed creaked and groaned in protest. The structure of the Cafe groaned in protest.

October growled in pleasure, but not nearly as loud as did the Arcanine...

She had paid for several hours, it turned out... and it was indeed long hours before she was done... long hours and hard, hard pounding that staggered belief even as it shook the Cafe itself...

Rain Flower could only envy. Indeed, occasionally scratching at the door...