FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

'Aaaah, the world of Pokemon. How magical, how diverse. How sexy. So very, very sexy, indeed.'

Here it is, folks, the story you've all (not) been waiting for! In which we see an aspiring champion bunny work towards his ultimate dreams. And where else does his goals lead him but the humble little pokemon brothel out in the Oklahoman plains?

I hope you all have as much fun reading this as I did writing it, and may it be the first of many of this all new adventure!

________________________________________________________________________________________

Get Rich Ziggy!

The road behind them was long, the road ahead looking even longer still.

It was an old car; a small four-seater hatchback designed for perhaps a small family, two parents and two children. The back seats in this case had been folded down to make way for a cluster of four suitcases, two backpacks, an acoustic guitar and a small black sphere, with a yellow stripe around the equator and a fancy red stripe running around the northern hemisphere. An item of luxury.

Between the two front seats sat an open bag of drive-thru burgers and fries half-eaten, giving the whole car that odour of fast food for all the hours they'd been on the road. The air inside had become musty, with both the front windows cracked open in the hopes that at least something would keep fresh.

The radiant sunbeams made visible tiny dust particles in the area inside the vehicle, most visible at the front seats and getting a bit dimmer towards the back. That vibrant spread of morning light was sitting rather uncomfortably in front of the driver, who had since moved down the overhead shade to keep the direct sunlight just below his chin level.

And, just beside him, lay a single passenger.

The rush of trees on either side of the road gave the occasional relief from the sun, creating a soft flashing pattern for the couple with each patch of forest. The passenger in particular, head rested against that window, was completely motionless- all except for those two cyan eyes which flickered between the rushing scenery flying by, and a deeper blue handheld game console he held in his paws.

Being a rather used car, the sounds it made with such a full load were not the healthiest noises ever, but at least there was a distinct lack of cranking, creaking or any otherwise worrying sounds to boot. Then again, the road they were on dictated that they weren't exactly going at highway speeds. In fact...

"We really are out in the middle of nowhere here, aren't we?"

The driver mumbled to himself, managing a little smile as the car continued onwards. Beyond the patches of trees and cable posts lay arid plains of orange and gold: wild grass that had lay unkempt by mankind and stretched up to vast Oklahoman mesa formations around them. Beyond that, the forests were getting thicker again, the surface in a slow gradient from ginger to green, with even the grass gaining the occasional greenness to it as well.

The passenger, one ear shifting upwards just as a telephone cable did, gave a happy sigh and a nod of his head. One paw pushed on the door in order to get him sitting up straight again. A few hard blinks later, and the Lopunny was staring forwards alongside the human, who had his hands rested comfortably on the steering wheel.

The rabbit Pokémon, with his coffee and cream colour scheme, didn't reach all that high. In fact, about a fifth to a quarter of his overall height could be credited only to his ears, with his left ear reaching just a bit higher than his right one before lopping down once again.

A higher pitched voice came from said rabbit, as very slowly he began sliding down in the other direction, head rested against his driver's arm as he continued staring down at his game.

"You're not lost again, are you?"

"What? Nah... the map to this place seems clear enough." He gave the Lopunny's head a gentle stroke, almost slumping down himself as the roads winded onward. "Don't worry, Ziggy. We'll be there soon."

"H-Huh? It's close?!" Ziggy sat up again almost immediately, finding a bit more energy in himself from the prospect.

They'd been on this road for so long, and on their journey for arguably even longer. Sinnoh seemed such a far way off now. On a road far from home, it'd been quite the adventure all in itself! Alas, the sheer amount of time on those same-looking roads, and especially in the hotter weather-

Ziggy was more than comforted by the fact that they were nearing their destination.

"You bet! Only a few kilometres now in fact. Actually, I'm surprised I can't see it yet. Apparently, there's supposed to at least be a few nearby towns. So far I'm seeing nothing but stupid gorgeous wilderness."

Pausing his console for a moment, Ziggy let off a small snicker, opening up the glove compartment by hooking one of his stubby paw feet underneath the handle. As it opened with a small click, he retrieved a colourful and compact leaflet, crinkled and creased from overuse, but still perfectly legible nonetheless.

"Socialise with all manner of waiters in a friendly, open-minded atmosphere

Let a masseur of your choice relax you with an all-inclusive massage at our salon

Lose your inhibitions in the late-night entertainment of our on-site clubs

Take advantage of food, drink, and waiters alike with full room service

Unwind in our extensive gardens, or wander the forest to truly meet the wildlife"

It was all such an exciting prospect. The Lopunny had views of tiled floorings, sensual candles, professional spa atmosphere.

With the added 'extra feature' thrown in, of course.

He held the leaflet tightly to his chest, getting all riled up at his own fantasy, before promptly giving his driver a subtle poke.

"Are you suuuure you're not lost, Zach?"

"Psh, of course. It only looks like we're in the middle of nowhere because this is the part where I sell you off to Pokémon hunters to live the rest of your life as a golden statue! Why, where did ya think we were going?"

"Waaaah, I knew it! You old fiend, you'll never get the best of meeee!" Ziggy gave playful bats against Zach's shoulder, who in turn gave over-the-top gargling noises, slumping back even further against the driver's seat.

"Aaaagh, you have bested me! I have seen the error of my ways! How many I get your mercy, oh tyrannical bunny?!"

Ziggy folded his arms, resting his legs on the airbag panel and closing one eye, sticking his tongue out right at the same moment.

"Well you can start by getting me where I need to go, buster!"

"Oh yes, of course my liege, I must proceed at a high velocity!"

"To victory!"

"To victory!"

A well-placed high-five later, and the grass was getting greener still. A few rivers peeked into view on either side of the road, with one even intersecting the road under a quaint stone bridge.

"So they still know you're coming then?" Zach began to shift down a gear as they edged closer still. They were in more than good time, and the scenery, for all its hazy heat, was certainly stunning.

"Yep yep! Got my appointment all sorted out with the interviewer. A Vulpix, I think she is." The rabbit began scanning that leaflet once more, grinning to himself all the while.

"You'll see. Once they give me this job, we'll be on the road to our dream."

"Yeah?" A light chuckle came from Zach, who seemed a tad more cynical about it all. "Well, no doubt you'll be popular... just as..."

Zach and Ziggy were silent for a moment. A sudden air of awkwardness nestles itself uncomfortably between the two of them. With a more final sigh, Ziggy leaned further back into his seat.

"Go on, you can say it again if you like." The Lopunny was more firm.

Zach was still just silent for a few more seconds.

"Just as long as you're sure this is what you want to be doing. I won't ask again, I promise."

Ziggy nodded his head, giving a smaller smile and leaning over again, cuddling his arms around Zach's side.

"Don't worry about me, Zach. You know I'll manage just fine. And hey, remember why we're doing this. It'll only be for a few years. After that we've got the rest of our lives, right?"

"Yeah... right. Hey, it's not like I'm against this line of work, especially in a high-class establishment like the one we're going to. I just..."

"...Want me to be safe?"

Zach laughed again, his smile becoming a tad fainter. It was genuine nonetheless, however, as he gave the Lopunny's head a soft kiss.

"Like you said, we'll have our whole lives afterwards. I just wouldn't want that life to happen without you, is all."

"Awwww." Ziggy leaned up to lightly nose against Zach's cheek. "Listen to you, getting all worried parent on me. Gotta admit, that is pretty cute about you."

Zach leant back up, laughing a bit louder and shifting into a higher gear again, putting a bit of eager speed into his driving.

"Yeah, yeah I get the point. I mean I guess where I'm working has risks of its own."

"Mhmm! Exactly! So quit your adorable worrying and let's start working!"

The plains were mostly green by now, growing more yellow as the landscape went further outwards. On one direction, a more vast forest was preceded by more rounded hillscapes, and beyond that more of the vast unknown.

"Just one more thing, I swear." Zach went quiet again, but this time for a shorter amount of time, and didn't wait for his Pokémon to prompt him.

"You know that no matter what happens, you don't have to feel alone. You can always call me, right? I'm here for you."

With a slow nod and a joyous roll of the eyes, the Lopunny wriggled further into his partner, cyan gaze almost beginning to close again with the embrace.

"Yeah... same here, you know? Let me know any time you wanna talk."

Of course, Zach nodded back just as happily. And upon the flats of the road ahead, in the far distance that lay almost upon the horizon, a T-junction was gradually coming into view.

"Besides... High-level Pokémon like me going to live and work for a few years in a Pokémon brothel out in the middle of nowhere?"

Ziggy let go of his partner, stretching up his arms before comfortably relaxing them behind his head. The wrist fluff made for a very pleasant pillow to nestle into as the final kilometre was navigated by that old car, finally ending with the gratifying clicking sound of the left turn indicator.

"What could possibly go wrong?"

Episode 1: The Middle of Nowhere

The suspension gave a faint creaking sound, seemingly crying out in relief as the smallest suitcase and backpack left the trunk. The backpack naturally got slung immediately over Ziggy's back, with the extendable suitcase handle trailing close behind. In his other paw, and nestled securely under his arm lay a large brown envelope, as well as the crinkled leaflet advertising Café Plaisir.

Of course, as he stood in the parking lot before the vast complex, Ziggy had immediately underestimated just how huge the brothel really was. The red brick building spanned out in both directions, with even more length being added by more modern-looking extensions. For sure he was expecting something a bit bigger than a bar, but this? This seemed more along the lines of a Five-Star spa and hotel relaxation centre.

Then again, that assessment wasn't technically wrong either, was it?

"And you're sure you want to bring your bags with you? It's not like I'm just going to abandon you here without confirming you've gotten the job first."

Zach, having shut the driver's door behind him, leaned back against said door to take in the humongous building for himself, hands now rested in the pockets of his denim jacket.

"Holy Arceus... yeah, wow. Alright, I concede Ziggy. I get why you chose this place now. I mean... aha... shit... that really is massive, isn't it?"

"Yeah... more than I was ever expecting too. But bigger is better, right?"

Zach was motivated to stand up straight on that one, returning the only appropriate remark as one free hand ruffles his Pokémon's head.

"Well it is a sex house, so I'd imagine so, heheh."

The only response Ziggy could manage was a warmer blush, holding his envelope tighter and nodding his head quickly, before passing him the handle to the suitcase.

"Well, alright then you can take care of this for now, but I wanna keep the backpack. Pack for snacks, right?!"

"You bet. I put your favourite in there. Sweet-Dry Poffins."

Ziggy gave a hard 'yessss' under his breath, relinquishing the suitcase back to his partner.

"You really do think of everything! Hehe, so... should I just go in, then?"

"Don't see why not." Zach was back against the car again. The exterior was a slightly unappealing mustard yellow, except for one of the doors, obviously a replacement, which was more of a lime green.

Ziggy took a few forward steps, still taking in the display of the Plaisir grounds. It looked back to him, both inviting and intimidating in its grand spectre, as if Groudon himself were tempting the Lopunny into this new land.

"Well... wish me luck, then." Ziggy glanced back to Zach one final time, getting just the assurance the bunny needed from Zach's thumbs-up.

"Give it everything you've got, Ziggy." The human smiled- warm and graceful amidst the shaggier exterior.

"I love you."

Ziggy rolled his eyes once again, giving a small wave with one of those fluffed up paws.

"Hehe, love you too Zach. Once you see me again, I'll be collecting my bags and ball for my brand-new job!"

He faced back to the new building, putting on his bravest face. No more delays. No more solemn conversation. This was it. Time to ace the interview!

He took his first step forwards, up those stairs. The winds were picking up, rushing around him, like nature itself got excited by each movement closer. Ziggy quickly shook his head, trying to focus again. He just needed to do it.

With a powerful stride and a seething determination, he made his way through the front doors of Café Plaisir.

And, by Arceus, if Plaisir didn't look fancy from the outside, the inside was utterly exquisite. The attention to the classical décor put even some five-star spa and hotels to shame with the painstaking detail along the walls and furniture. Everything stood out from the wallpaper to the carpet, yet also blended so nicely into a warming yet vibrant aesthetic of green, white and just a hint of blue.

The front desk was the first specific thing which caught his attention. There, a fellow Lopunny was laying back against the desk chair, spinning around on it in fact until her attention quickly laid on Ziggy. She scrambled to halt the motions, grabbing onto the rim of the desk and leaning forwards, giving a peppy laugh alongside her greeting.

"Welcome to Café Plaisir, where your pleasure is our pleasure! Aaaand might I say it's mega awesome great to see another Lopunny too!"

Ziggy gave a quick nod of his head, feeling a tad jumpy himself as he hopped right to the front desk. Maybe he was gaining his energy back after the journey, or maybe the personality of the desk girl was rubbing off on him, likely it was a mix of both. Either way, Ziggy returned a feminine giggle of his own before responding.

"Actually I'm here for a job interview! Super-duper excited, I am. I hope it goes well!"

"OOOOH! Good luck! It's just up those stairs to your right then go right left right and it's Coco's office on the left at end of the hallway!"

"Up stairs, right, left, right, end of the hallways, Coco's office, thank yoooou!"

"Yourewelcomemynameischerylhopetoseeyouagainsoooon!" Cheryl gave a small wave and a hasty goodbye as Ziggy wasted no time in strutting his way to the stairwell. He was greeted by the expected 'Staff Only' signpost, which he kindly went past up into the higher levels of Plaisir. Heh... staff only. That could be him soon!

Cheryl went back to spinning on her desk chair.

Atop the first floor, all Ziggy needed to do then was follow those simple instructions. The design seemed mostly the same here in the staff areas, if not the slightest bit barer. To his left were office doors, for two people called 'Jack' and 'Firenze', whoever they were. And to his right, the way the Lopunny had been told to go, was another unmarked door.

This naturally lead Ziggy to a hallway. From there came the left turn, which translated to heading left down the hallway until a right turn showed itself. Turning right into another hallway showed it to be a long stretch to a dead end.

Two doors lay on the left side of this final hallway as the curious bunny gave it a bit more of an explore. The first one was labelled 'HR Department', and had what distinctly appeared to be ice crystals forming around the scarily reinforced frame. The second door at the end, however? There it was: Coco's office. Coco the Vulpix, if his knowledge was accurate.

...What now? Should he just go on in? There didn't seem like much else to do.

The office, as he entered, was completely devoid of anyone, Vulpix or otherwise. But for certain it felt like the right place. At the far end of the office was the usual computer and desk chair alongside the humble display of a cut fire stone, and along the right wall lay a set of chairs that looked very much like the sort one would sit down at for an interview.

Setting down his backpack under one of the chairs, files on top, the Lopunny set about slowly pacing the perimeter of the office.

The views from this building definitely showed off the nature of the lands; rich gardens both aesthetic and functionally herbal. And it was such a pretty sight at that. Ziggy made a mental note to check out all the windows he could to make sure he wasn't missing any views at all. Heck, he would try to find the best view in all of Plaisir if need be. Better yet, he should explore said nature himself when he had the chance!

"I suppose I am early for it." Was what he found himself saying out loud as he explored the left side of the office. Not much to report on: a cute little closet, a bookshelf and- Ooooh, what was this?

A gumball machine! Now this was what Ziggy was talking about. Delicious, sweet and chewy bubblegum that'll get that mouth watering in no time at all. A delectable treat to help calm the nerves!

He examined it closer... various flavours, or at least various colours.

It was often a nifty marketing trick, make them all taste nearly the same, but the fact they're different colours means the brain tricks you into thinking they taste different. So devious, so malicious, yet so very delicious.

One paw rested on the metal handle. The Lopunny found no sign of a coin slot. What else was there to do but try and turn it? No one would notice a single piece of gum go missing. As one paw gripped the silver turn-handle, he found it to immediately get stuck. Probably one of the gumballs got jammed inside of it. Ziggy frowned before giving it a small jiggle, trying to twist harder until...

SNAP!

Ziggy immediately felt his grip falter as his paw lifted upwards, taking the turn-handle with it. He was completely frozen for a moment as he stared up towards the shimmering piece of broken metal. He recalled saying 'Shit' in his head, though whether it was muttered out loud or not was completely unrecallable as he haphazardly tried to push the handle back on, to which he had minimal success.

His thought process was interrupted too early regardless, as one ear began flicking upwards to the sound of faint pattering of paws outside the door. His frozen state broke out instantaneously with the rabbit switching up his tactics and seeking out a potential hiding spot. The drawers at Coco's desk? In his bag? Behind the gumball machine? All highly viable and intelligent options!

And options he wished he'd come up with at the time as he shoved it between two books in plain view directly under the gumball machine.

He made a dash for his seat again, landing right on top of his envelope at the same time the door made a click and a twist. So the Lopunny tried grabbing for the envelope underneath him, having to stand right up again in order to get his credentials all in one paw just as the door swung open. And surely enough, Ziggy was there greeted with a well-sized Vulpix.

In contrast to how he'd normally known the Vulpix species to look, this one had a colour palette not dissimilar to his own, with a delicious chocolatey-brown coating over a paler brown latte-coloured underbelly. It stood out a fair bit, but not as much as the set of golden glasses on her nose; like the wrapper to a chocolate bar, it gave the faintest glisten in the rays of morning sunlight through the windows.

"Aaaah, you are on time, how wonderful. Ziggy, isn't it?"

Upright with a bit more of an awkward posture, he faltered for just the briefest second to allow his brain to catch up before giving a hurried nod of his head; with his paws held out in front of him, he gave a small bow.

"Y-Yes miss! I am Ziggy. Here for the Café Plaisir waiter interview!"

"Indeed, you are. Please, have a seat and make yourself comfortable. I am sure this interview will go just fine."

In spite of her not being evolved, she carried herself with all the whimsy and grace he had seen in the few Ninetales Ziggy had the fortune of encountering in his lifetime: Not skipping in her step, but moving with a light paw and keeping her head held in a neutral stance which, alongside a pleasantly warming smile, gave off an aura of welcoming comfort to the situation.

Ziggy responded in turn by sitting back down on his chair, trying out a few poses ranging from uncomfortably stiff to unnaturally casual, finally settling down in a leant-forward pose, puffy paws pressing on his knees for support.

She had a different look upon that chair. That greeting was so warm, and warmer now still as she looked towards him. She certainly seemed that she'd be a joyous person to work under, one that could solve problems and keep people in line... but that was neither here nor there.

Right now, she was the judge and Ziggy was the contestant.

"Well, I must say how lovely it is to have you here. Coming all the way from Sinnoh must have been quite the trek for you. Such a place like the Oklahoman plains must seem to you like the middle of nowhere, no?"

"Heheh, yep! I'm far from home. But I'm still going brave and strong!"

'Really, why did you say that? Quick, fix it!'

"B-But I'm sure you are too!"

'No, you nitwit!'

Coco was silent for more than a couple of seconds, before letting off a gentle laugh. Her head shook in a way that lulled the room itself and Ziggy with it.

"First impressions are very difficult, aren't they? Please, Ziggy. Relax, I am not here to interrogate you. Not unless you give me a reason to."

The Lopunny was only able to laugh along, albeit more nervously, as his position switched to laying into the backrest in an attempt to emulate something more laid-back.

'Come on... just like a performance... just like a performance...'

"Speaking of which..." Coco continued before awaiting Ziggy's verbal response. "I believe that's your personal file there?"

"Y-Yeah. Yes, yes, it is. This here. This is it, everything I've done!" He managed to scrape back together his confidence as best as he could. Shaky start, but perfectly redeemable; he just needed to give her his best performance. Not too showy, not too effortless, right in the goldilocks zone of hireable. His paw clutching the envelope began moving Coco-ward soon after his response.

"Fear not, dear. I have read the electronic copy you sent me. But I will ask that you keep it on your person for the duration of your time at Plaisir, however long that may be. Just for administration purposes."

"O-Oh yeah sure thing!" He swiftly moved the envelope out of sight, under the chair atop his backpack.

"Let us talk about your file. I have to say that, regardless of how you do in this interview, your file was most definitely among the more interesting files I've read."

Ziggy nodded his head again, unable to help himself but to lean forwards once more due to her wording. The term 'interesting' was always a double-edged sword in an interview. It could mean anything from pleasantly fascinating to bizarrely unsuitable.

"You've listed things that most wouldn't even think about putting. Your known moves and, for example... and Cute Charm for your ability." She at least seemed amused as she remained happily perched on the desk chair, scrolling through a pdf file of the same papers inside that envelope.

"It also says here that you 'can give self-blowjobs, can run a hundred metres in under fifteen seconds and can jump over ten feet into the air.' All impressive skills, no doubt. But why include them at all, if you do not mind me asking?"

"Well... uhhhh... honestly? Eheh... I've never worked this kind of job before, so I wasn't a hundred percent sure what to include. And let's just say that online guides of how to make a CV for this kinda job are not plentiful."

Coco gave another soft, amused laugh. She'd probably have laughed less if she knew that Ziggy really did try looking up 'Prostitute CVs' on the internet.

'She is entertained by you! Good, work with that!'

"Well Ziggy, I can't fault you for dishonesty. You certainly seem to have a knack for entertaining, although It's safe to credit much of that to your current career, no?"

Here it was. His trump card up his sleeve. His ace in the hole. His cards. He held the cards. And they were all aces. And an ace in the hole. All of the aces in all of the holes and hands of the trump cards up the sleeves.

Ziggy started playing the humble, fumbling his paws about in front of him again as he let off a bashful blush. His shoulders hunched up the tiniest bit just to complete the effect.

"Weeeell, I don't want to brag, but yeah. My career's definitely made me good at entertaining folk. It's part of what's brought me here, in fact!"

"Indeed. Whilst it's true that the random lists of information did amuse me, the fact you've come from such a high life does make me naturally curious." She turned back again to Ziggy, maintaining a sharp eye-contact. It set Ziggy off-guard for a brief instant, but it quickly became clear that she wasn't trying to pry, she was moreso just curious.

"Of course, we don't just hire anyone here at Café Plaisir. Absolutely everyone needs a certain integrity to them in this line of work. But even with that being said, I cannot help but ask you why you are choosing to enter said line of work after coming from where you are at the moment."

Ziggy seized up again, pondering very cautiously the response to this one. The short answer was simple... to get money. The long answer? The tentative Lopunny certainly wouldn't outright lie. But at face value his reasoning sounded rather shallow, which was definitely not how he wanted to come across in an interview.

"Money mostly. I want a job that gets me money over time... Aaaand while my previous job is more well-known, it's not what you'd call a reliable source of income. There's also the fact that... well, prostitution. Can I call it that? It's kinda one of my fetishes. I mean just prostitution as a concept."

"Might I ask," Coco carefully interjected at Ziggy's statement. "Would you say it is a major fetish of yours or simply something that acts as a natural draw?"

He pondered over the question for a few seconds, trying to figure out if there was some hidden meaning or logical trap awaiting his response. Alas, with nothing else he could really try, Ziggy answered as honestly as he could, even now.

"Well... maybe something that just gets me warmed up. I've... not really done many 'kinky' things, as you say. B-But I'm willing to try! My human partner always encourages me to try new stuff!"

"Indeed. Zachary Brayers, correct? You two make quite the team from the research I have done."

"Hehe, what can I say? I aim to please!"

'A line she's probably heard a million times... but screw it.'

Coco was silent again. Ziggy could see she was looking right through him at this point. Not that he'd hidden anything! Not much, at least. Definitely enough for a job interview... right?

Her fixed gaze remained. It was hard for a Vulpix to not look completely adorable regardless of the expression, which was part of the reason Ziggy kept himself as relaxed as possible as she kept in her analysis mode for a good few moments. He could swear at one point the cool sensation of a sweat droplet danced around his right eyebrow.

In fact, what felt like a solid minute was less than ten seconds before her gaze broke again- back into that cheerful smile he'd gotten at the very start.

"Well, I don't see why we can't put you on training to see how you do. I'll pair you with a currently-employed waiter and test you out with them to get some hands-on reviews. Have you any preferences?"

'Knotted dicks. Most definitely knotted dicks.'

"Not at all! I'm just glad that the interview went smoothly, eheh. It... it did go well, right?"

"Well, assuming you are able to handle to social aspect of a brothel, I dare say you are overqualified for this place on an entertainment level. The one-to-one interview is merely to see how you are as a person."

Ziggy was shut up by this one. That one he certainly wasn't expecting. In a flurry of what can only be described as the smile of a child on Christmas morning, Ziggy sat right up and gave a hardy bow to his employer.

"I won't let you down, miss Coco!"

"Well, I wouldn't have hired you if I didn't think you had a chance, young Ziggy. All I can tell you now is to wish you good luck." She laughed again. This one did seem a bit more ulterior motive than the mostly friendly gesture it had on the surface.

"Besides. Your interview isn't technically over yet. This was merely the oral exam. Now it is time for... well... the 'oral' exam, as it were."

The Lopunny was only half-listening at this point, eagerly bent forwards with the packing of his CV into his backpack, before lifting the whole thing up form under the chair. One raised arm had it slide onto his back without a hitch. With a keen grin and a glint of pride, Ziggy rose to his feet to await his next instruction.

In turn, Coco hopped back down from her darkened desk chair. She gestured with her head almost immediately for Ziggy to follow, not stopping as she went back over to the office door.

"I'll see you out and point you in the right direction, dear."

"Yes miss!"

"Please, do call me Coco."

"O-Of course. Coco." He skipped along behind the Vulpix as she lead him along those fancy hallways, all the way back to the stairwell. From here, she sat herself comfortably down right in the middle of the room. Even being shorter than the Lopunny, she was sure to tilt her head high as she gave her next order.

"Head down the stairs as far as they'll go, the basement. That's where most of the waiter bedrooms are. Look for room WE-18, I'm sure you'll have no problem navigating. I'll leave you alone to it."

Ziggy blinked a few times, doing nothing but nodding his head but looking a tad more concerned at the vagueness.

"Are you sure I'll find it? Plaisir looked kinda big on the outside..."

Coco gave a single affirming nod, even tilting her head in a more sympathetic grin.

"Think of it as reconcile for breaking my prototype gumball machine, Ziggy."

She knew?! Through all that interview she knew?!

Who was he kidding, of course she knew. His hiding ability was certainly not one of the special skills listed on his CV. Considering the lack of coin slot and the fact the handle didn't turn, Ziggy felt even more sheepish for not figuring out himself that it was just a model. For all the votes of confidence he'd gotten from Coco, he didn't dare try and argue with this one, left to do nothing but continuing his nodding.

"I'll tell you this, dear. The name of your new training partner goes by Dozi. I do hope that you'll find him... entertaining."

"Thanks!" Ziggy took a couple steps towards the stairwell, resting one paw on the banister before glancing back once more.

"Don't you worry about me, Miss Coco. I've navigated real mazes before! This should be no different. Shall I meet Dozi in WE-18?"

"Yes, my dear. I do believe he's off duty." She waved him off with one paw, giving Ziggy one final warming laugh. "Now go on, show Plaisir what you are capable of."

Ziggy couldn't help but give back one final grin, complete with an outstretched thumbs-up... or at least the best one he could muster with his small paws. And almost as quickly as he formed the gesture, he flipped back around to face his next route, zipping down the staircase basement-ward!

-

Just a few moments after Ziggy had gone, Coco let off a pleasant sigh. Her head dipped down in a humble pride, and of course the hopes that her plans would work out.

Soon, one of the doors slowly spread itself open to give way to a graceful Ninetales, each tail holding itself in the most perfected s-bend- all except for his fifth tail which curled through the handle of a large white mug bearing the Café Plaisir logo. It hovered in front of him, whispering the fumes of a fine latté almost definitely brewed from freshly ground beans.

"So, how did the latest interview go?"

"Just as I'd predicted: A bit clumsy, but certainly well-meaning. We'll see if he can pull through."

"Indeed, we shall. Pray tell, who did you pair him with for his hands-on test?"

"Dozi."

"My, my... Miss Coco, am I bearing witness to your sneaky mood?"

"Mood has nothing to do with the choice, my dear Firenze. I'm sure they could be very good for each other."

"We shall certainly see, won't we?"

"Come now... when have my plans ever failed?"

* * *

"All the time!" He practically bounded that staircase down the couple of floors required, much as a light-footed rabbit would, barely able to contain a fierce giggle as he navigated the final stretch of stairs via a slide down the banister.

"All the time I've used my co-ordination to boost my sense of direction. This should be no different! All I have to do is explore the inner maze of this super-duper fancy..." The eager voice trailed off for a moment, finally landing where the stairs had lead him.

"...Basement..."

'Basement' was certainly the main word Ziggy would use to describe this.

It had a very dingy feel to it. No wallpaper, no fancy flooring or lighting. Of course on the other hand, as the Lopunny went for a bit of a venture he did take note of the huge fire-stoked boiler and neon orange electrical generator that took up all of the room opposite of the stairs.

All of the good stuff reserved for the customers, huh?

"Alright... so not as fancy as I'd expected, but should be easy to navigate! It's just a stream of logic."

To his left? Rooms with 'Security' labelled on them. If anything, that'd be the last place he'd want to end up.

Thus, it left the only exit being the door to his right, and already open for him at that.

To his initial dismay, the next room seemed just as dank if not at least a bit cleaner. Laundry, to be more specific: Large sets of industrial-grade washing machines, some of which had the vibrating hum of a hefty wash cycle. Combined with the latent heat it made and the faint smell of detergent and freshly-washed clothing, Ziggy actually found this to be oddly inviting.

Or if nothing else, he enjoyed it more than a boiler-generator-security room.

He did wonder why a building run by creatures who wore little to no clothes needed so many washing machines, however. For bedsheets?

Perhaps there was a uniform? Oh, Arceus he hoped it was a good one.

In confirmation, he sniffed the air once more. Surely enough he could just about get the aroma of sex being purged from the fabrics.

"Oh yeah... definitely the bedsheets."

"Bedsheets what?"

Ziggy's aura almost leapt from his fur when he _quite literally_leapt up onto one of the unused washing machines, those two great ears which usually hung down springing to life above him.

The voice from behind him had come from a now concerned-looking Dragonite, who must have entered through another door out of the Lopunny's sightline to his right. Next to him a bundle of used aprons and inevitably several bedsheets and pillowcases were roughly bundled in one of the arms of the hefty beast.

How on earth had he come through without making a sound?

They met eye-contact for a few stunned seconds, with each party becoming more and more wide-eyed in their stares of confusion, concern and shock.

Ziggy in particular glanced downwards just in time to realise that he'd fully jumped up onto the washing machine! Probably not the most dignified reaction to a dragon- but in his defence, it was also his first dragon too, outside of battle that is.

At least he managed to break the stillness by slowly sitting down on top of the lid; but he completely failed to break the silence. That was inevitably left down to the Dragonite.

"Can... I help you?"

Ziggy stared a few more moments. The new figure sounded mostly American, but there was still a hint of... something in there. Eastern European was his best guess.

But more importantly than that... he was gorgeous! Ziggy's weakness for big beasts put aside, he carried himself with such an overwhelming aura of humble confidence.

'Come on just reply already. I bet he can help you!'

"U-Uhhhh hi! Hey, yes... yes you can! Help, I mean. You can help."

'Smooth... like sandpaper...'

The towering orange mass was still for a second longer before giving Ziggy a more casual laugh and making his way over to the washing machine next to him. With the tip of a tail controlled as precisely as an Anaconda, the Dragonite opened up the top lid of the vacant muck-leecher.

"You are new here, I'm guessing?" The Dragonite was smiling now. He let the lid close by the ever-reliant force known as gravity, which also dragged out a liquid from a tilted container of detergent into a corner of the metal box.

"Yeah... first day in fact! I'm down here to try and find the room of Dozi. It's uhhhh... WE-"

"WE-18, right?" The Dragonite seemed even more amused now. "Oh yes, I'm familiar." as that slithering tail set about fiddling with the buttons.

They all had such similar symbols... one with a water droplet, one with a water droplet but hollow, one that looked like a bathtub. What did they all mean? How were such hieroglyphics deciphered?

...How did washing machines even work?

"Oh! Do you know where his room is then?"

"Yep. Just have come from there, in fact. Lazy mutt will not wash his own darn fabrics."

"Mutt?" Ziggy sat up straighter with a more focused attention now. His true-blue gaze had that wishful shimmer to it; Mutt meant canine, canine meant knots.

"Yes, Lycanroc midday form." He brushed his mild frustrations off once more with another hearty laugh. "One day I'm going to cash in all the favours he owes me for washing his dirty laundry at once. Something very big, heh."

Finally hopping back down from the washing machine (and giving a victorious 'Yes!' in his head that Dozi was in fact a canine) Ziggy took note of the open door the Dragonite had come through.

The next room along certainly didn't indicate on-suite housing. But it did house something arguably just as beautiful- the alcohol beverage storage room. Home to one of life's greatest comforts and joys.

It was also leading to the natural conclusion that Ziggy was not going to find this room without someone else's help.

"Well... I've got just over an hour to kill before I need to sort this new batch of washing away. My name's Sulev, by the way. Or at least it is my waiter name. And what do they call you?"

The smile which Sulev gave to the Lopunny was very simple-looking, plain even. Not the fake kind either, more like an older-brother inviting smile. Which of course Ziggy would only respond with his own cheeky grin.

"My name's Ziggy! Nice to meet ya. And... uhhhh, I'm still trying to figure out my waiter name. Ziggy was a bit of a stage name to begin with, so I may stick with that, but... A-Anyway, would you please show me where Dozi is then? That would be suuuuper helpful!"

"Certainly, bunny. It is just down this way." As the giant spinny-washer next to Ziggy started humming, hissing and heating into life, Sulev offered out one of his rounded clawed hands, which the Lopunny was all too eager to take hold of.

It was very surprisingly soft! Not at all like the scales he'd felt on other lizard like Pokémon. Even still, this guy practically radiated a brutal strength. Were it not for his soft charm it could have very easily intimidated.

In spite of all that tallness, he at least walked with a nice slow pace, or relatively slow such that Ziggy could keep up step. They made their way through the luscious garden of booze barrels and bottles.

"So, you're a waiter here?" Ziggy quickly asked after only a few seconds of quiet. Silence and basement definitely didn't fit together nicely. At least not when the Lopunny had company.

"But of course. One of the many proud draconians of Plaisir." He gave a broader grin, his chest seeming to inflate with a liquid pride that poured from every booming word he let off.

"And... Sulev? Sounds super exotic!"

"Hah, Sulev is a proud Estonian name, I shall have you know!"

There solves one mystery- Eastern European was bang on correct!

"Weeeell... it's a great name I think!" An assuring nod was passed upwards to the taller Pokémon, as Sulev brought Ziggy through yet another door, opposite the one which had lead them into the beer room.

And finally, those fancy hallways were showing themselves again! The genuine relief was most definitely not short-lived either. Between the three rooms he'd just come from, Ziggy was really beginning to worry that the waiter accommodations were like a prison cell all to themselves.

Of course he wasn't expecting anything too fancy, but the fact that there was at least a similar décor down here put much of his fretting expectations at ease- And It was also there and then that Sulev let go of his paw.

That walk wasn't even a minute long! Was it really necessary for a hand-holding guide to walk across a single room?

"One of the close by doors on the right, WE-18."

"Right, nice one. Thanks a bunch Sulev!" With a firm bow, Ziggy stared up for a final word to the Dragonite, in the hopes to maximise his odds as much as possible. "Got any tips for 'the mutt'?"

"Eheh... tips?"

Ziggy wasn't sure right then whether Sulev looked amused or concerned. Probably a mixture of both by his next line.

"The only tip I can give you is to wish you good luck. Not that you've been given the most challenging waiter... that award goes to the trio at the end of thees hall in my books. But he is... well... anyway, I am sure you'll do just fine."

"Oh... well, okay then. Good luck to you too! With... the washing?"

"Ära põe, bunny. And you have good luck with Dozi. You can come see me any time you like for a more personal greeting, heh."

With a formal bow of his own, seeming more like something he picked up at the café rather than a cultural thing, the bulk of dragon was turned around back to the booze cellar with possibly the most straight and professional walk one could picture from, for lack of a better word, a very well-rounded figure.

Well-rounded and extremely inviting at that.

But sexy European dragons would have to wait! Here lied his next challenge. He went past the doors one by one. Actually it was only a couple of doors before he found the sign marked Dozi, naturally followed by a door marked 'Sulev' one door further down.

Here it goes, the true test of his courage. Ziggy set up his finest posture, one that showed off each curve by a stance both coy and playful- and the smile which accompanied would sate an army of raging barbarians if it were given the chance.

Everything he could muster, all of his willpower culminated into a slow, yet smoothly swift motion.

He swung open the door...

Only to find the room empty...

Empty and messy...

* * *

Ziggy had first passed by a small kitchen area, which to its credit as nicely cleaned and well-kept. Thus, it was the only reliable place to set down his backpack and papers, which he promptly did. But that was about as far as cleanliness went it seemed.

The bed, for starters, was just a mattress in the corner of the room with bedsheets in an indented pile on top- the dent being in the shape of a well-sized canine. The frame of the bed itself was on its side against the far wall.

It was probably ideal for a feral, and may have been excusable had the rest of the room not been utterly littered with plates, empty bottles and papers. Not to mention a couple used aprons and sheets which, while technically clean, were given no orderly place to be put except a random location on the floor.

A floor which could only be seen in choice locations.

But heck, even all of that could have been forgiven. Some people were messy, it was a given. But the immediate next detail that assaulted the bunny was a strong musk. Not just of cum either. Just general hormones, natural smells. Even earthy smells of the outdoors at a more scrutinising inspection.

Of course a creature like Ziggy may or may not have been slightly heated by such smells... but just because it aroused him did not immediately mean that such a mess was okay! He was a bunny with standards after all!

That being said... the smells of a predator of any variety...

Ziggy dared to kneel down on one of the sheets. Ah yes, now this was more like it. One of the many reasons he had chosen Plaisir. Lewd was normal, and normal was lewd. It was almost enough to distract him from how messy this place was as he breathed in the fabrics.

It was a difficult fetish to explain to most. The smells of sex almost held the properties of a cigarette, or at least on the milder level. On the surface, it wasn't technically a nice smell, but at the same time it was also an amazing smell. And the high it provided was soothing to the mind, and oh so cravingly addictive.

Yes, this would do nicely. This right here was a good place to wait for-

"WAAAAH!"

The rabbit shot up immediately. He'd gotten so entrenched in those smells that he hadn't even noticed how much his rear stuck out. That is, not until he felt a curiously wet nose poke between Ziggy's cheeks. The narrow ring of flesh got the smallest touch before an arching back and left him kneeling up in a shocked shiver.

"I go out for a few minutes and I come back greeted by bunny butt? Today's finally startin' to look up~"

Before he turned around, the source of the nosing gave itself a voice drenched in the accent of Italian-American... or was it a 'Brooklyn' accent?

Argh, stupid cultural diversity with all the different cool accents he could never quite place.

Paws at his chest, Ziggy finally shuffled himself around on the sheets to face his New York Noser. There he was, a Lycanroc as plain as day (no pun intended).

Two pairs of cyan eyes locked, one of confusion and one of curiosity. Dozi, the owner of one of those gazes quickly took a step back. What was that new face he was making? Shock? Horror? No... it wasn't horror.

"Holy smokes... it's you! You're fuckin' Ziggy!"

The Lopunny blinked for a few moments, very deliberately, before giving a small wave and the best flustered laugh he could manage. This was the guy he needed to impress after all! Best make a good first impression.

"Uhhhh, yep! That is I, and you must be Dozi. It's nice to m-"

THUMP!

His words were cut very short. Cut by a nearly winding force of two paws that pinned each of Ziggy's shoulders to the floor. Those sheets proved once again useful in ensuring that the sudden contact with his back and the floor was more of a gentle thump than a painful crash.

That didn't mean he wasn't bloody dazed, though.

He hazily glanced back upwards, no less bewildered by the rapidly-changing expressions the excited dog on top was yipping away. He could barely keep up with the rapid-fire assault of questioning!

"Tellmeeverything!Howstrongareyou?Howmanyribbonsdoyouhave?Whatsyourbloodtype?Areyouleftorrighthanded?Doyouevenreadorwrite?Whatszachreallylikeinperson?Howmanytimeshaveyoufuckedzach?Doyoulikepizza?Whatwasthehardestroutineyoueverdid?Whatsyourfavoriteroutine?Whataboutyourfavoriteballcapsule?Amiramblingtoomuch?Youhaventansweredanythingyetsoifeellikeimramblingbutholyarceusicantbelieveitsreallyyou!"

Ziggy continued laying there, still pinned by a now softly-panting rocky wolf. He could still do nothing except blink, at one point just managing an "U-Uuuuh" before falling silent once again.

Mercifully for his chest, Dozi let off a small whine before leaping back again in some kind of disgusted horror, like all of a sudden someone had just flipped a switch on the back of his head as he snarled to himself.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid! Sorry about that I just... I-... I mean you are actually him, Ziggy the Lopunny, right? That one with the blue eyes!"

In fact, Ziggy only heard about half of that whilst he took a couple of moments to sit up slumped against the wall to collect himself. Politeness... politeness... it was still easy to do for now, even if he was rubbing his head a tad.

"M-Mhhhh... yeah... I'm Ziggy... so you've heard of me then?"

His attention was snapped alert again towards that Lycanroc. His switch was clearly flipped once more, back to what almost felt like personal offense, the pitch of his tone raising to a peak.

"Well no shit! I live for the contest channel! Zach and Ziggy, winners of the Sinnoh region Grand Festival! How are you not a total celebrity wherever you fuckin' walk?!"

"I dunno I'm just... I guess not many people watched it over here?"

"Psh, their loss I say. I mean you're here! You're actually here, in my room, sitting on my sheets!"

The wolf was flipped again back into excitement mode, rapidly hopping to a point that Ziggy thought he'd either end up crashing through the roof or breaking into the floor, whichever one came first.

Of course he'd be put with a fanboy for this test. Coco, you sweet little red devil.

To give her credit, this scruffy wolf- the way he bore that sharpened, yet playful gaze. The obvious origin of these scents. It was right up his alley.

In an attempt to cool the situation back to where it was, Ziggy made an attempt to lean forwards into a crawl. With the best smile he could muster, he gently rested one of his fluffed-up paws onto a bouncy Dozi's head.

"Well, if you'd like to get down to business, I'm actually here for the hands-on part of the interview."

"Wait, job interview?" He stuttered. "For a waiter?"

He stopped again, eyes going wide with a tilted head. Dozi leant forwards himself back to Ziggy. Bewildered, yes, but at least quieter.

"What's a celebrity like you doing applying for a whore-house?"

An eye twitched.

The Lopunny was attempting to be diplomatic about this. Or at the very least subtly seductive. 'Service with a smile', right?

He took in a slow breath.

"I'm applying here so I can make me some good money, simply put."

Wow... it really did sound shallow. Perhaps it was, in the end. But one-percent philosophy aside, he just needed this wolf to calm down before anything else could hope to ensue.

"Guess there are worse reasons to end up here. Shit..." He glanced away. "I'm real sorry. It's been such a slow day, and... ah, jeez..."

Back, forth, back, forth. As quickly as he'd gained his energy, Dozi lost it again. He was seeming properly humbled at this point, ears somewhat pinned back.

"You're kinda one of my heroes..."

Ziggy had the extremely recent flashback of his interview. It was really clear he'd been whisked from a point of no power to a point of more than he'd ever bargained for. Especially given this was meant to be his examiner.

He also had a much, far earlier, far more ingrained flashback.

'Hero, huh?'

They shared a silence after that. Dozi looked like he'd just been offered a huge bone before having it immediately wrenched away again. So disheartened! Well, Ziggy couldn't have any of that now, could he.

Moving back to a kneeling pose, he held out an extended arm. His head tilted in perfect fashion of friendliness- complete with his super-secret technique: Ray of sunshine smile!

"My name is Ziggy. Just Ziggy. Ziggy the Lopunny. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Ears perked up again. The forward glance of the wolf seemed like it was about to burst out crying in that very melodramatic style.

He didn't, of course. But he was looking at least a bit better. Well enough to manage a faint smirk and a met paw to shake with.

"Name's Dozito Genovese. One of Plaisir's shaggy dogs, and at your service, Ziggy."

There was a firm weight behind the hand-paw shake. And not just by the fact that Ziggy shook Dozi with far more strength than he'd let on, making for an amusing 'Aaaahrf?!' when the Lopunny accidentally jerked his forelimb up and down in new comradery.

"Shit, Ziggy... you've got a firm grip."

He tried to give a coy giggle, but in the hilarity of the moment it could only bring itself forth as a cheeky snicker, patting Dozi's head to the result of even more charming noises from the wolven creature.

"Well, battles are part of the contest after all!"

"Yeah." He looked away, feeling the smallest impact to his pride but laughing it off all the same. "Better watch out before you crush a wrist."

They shared one final laugh, a more awkward one. Followed by an even more awkward silence. Smalltalk in this scenario was proving to be a tad difficult.

"So... what about Zach then?"

Ziggy's ears curled upwards at that one, his wide-eyed gaze widening further still as his attention got more focused.

"What about him?"

"Like, what's he doing and stuff?"

Yet another question to carefully consider. This one wasn't so much a secret, but he didn't exactly feel it was his place to say anything too specific nonetheless.

"Zach is... off doing another job for a while."

Unfortunately, this plan had only the opposite effect on the curious Dozi, who of course had the switch flipped back to 'Hyper-Dozi'.

"Ooooh, is there drama involved?"

"Hey! That's a very personal..." He stuttered for a moment. Flashbacks of the press started to swarm the abstract thought of his mind.

All around him for a couple of seconds were shapeless hordes of flashing clicks and inaudible questioning... all shutting to blackness within an instant.

His look snapped back from a thousand yards back to the room, to a slightly expectant Lycanroc.

It might have been the shagginess, or perhaps the way he presented himself. It could even have been Dozi's accent. But Ziggy couldn't help but get just the smallest hint of shadiness from all the words coming from that canine maw.

Well... perhaps not shadiness. But slyness. Something of a motive behind the scenes.

'He seems nice enough. Maybe you can work something out.'

"How about this!" Ziggy sat back again, legs crossed on the sheets. "How about we help each other. You give me this hands-on test, and then I'll tell you what you wanna know. Real... 'celeb gossip' if you want."

This time it was Dozi who was left blinking. Not because he had to think hard about the question. By heck, he seemed to be brimming with a look which said 'Yes, now, right now.'

Actually he held the silence for a bit too long for the Lopunny's comfort. About twenty seconds passed, and in that time Dozi began to look completely calm once more, if not as motionless as a post in the soil.

"Alright. You got yourself a deal there." He grinned. "But I warn ya, I ain't gonna give you an easy ride just 'cause you're one of my celeb crushes."

Celeb crushes... now that one hit home more than he'd thought.

Pokémon contests were... well, post-liberation they had temporarily fallen out of fashion with many. Too cruel and unjust in the way they showed off Pokémon like trophies. And of course the Lopunny could only agree with this... for the most part. But Ziggy felt lucky enough to have been raised when they were just starting to come back into fashion, revitalised with a new popularity as a way of showcasing how a Pokémon and human could work in conjunction as equals.

Same show, different marketing really. But it worked.

And actually, he'd had his fair share of swarming fans. Quite the ego boost as long as they didn't get too loud. He was even stalked once, which was... creepily flattering, he supposed?

But this? Getting to know a fan so personally?

It was a new sensation.

And not an unpleasant one.

And on the note of pleasant sensations, Ziggy wished to waste no more of the day. He'd been practicing for this role for some time now after all! He wouldn't need any special treatment. He hoped not, at least.

"So, how do ya like it?"

He jolted back to attention, coming right up to the eyes of his judge. Curse his mind-wandering! He'd not even noticed the fact that Dozi had worked his way forwards again, respectively working the Lopunny backwards. All it would take was a single-

THUMP!

...push.

"I said how do ya like it, Ziggy? Smooth or rough?"

Essentially answering his own question there, as he held Ziggy down with a slightly more gripping pin than before, teasing the very clawtips of his paws along those more delicate shoulder blades.

And of course the answer was equally obvious from the way Ziggy let off the smallest gasp, entering full-on girly mode for what was to hopefully transpire.

"A-Ahhhh... rough... definitely rough."

"Rough... gotcha~"

That there was another reason for his love of the canines, Ziggy fondly regarded. Find the right ones, and they've such a capacity for the more feral nature. Biting... clawing... and of course the knots.

'Never forget the knots.'

Dozi was slowly leaning down to start off, gently nosing up the rabbit's shoulder. The faintest snarl turned it from teasing to subtly dominating very quickly, and was only heightened by the touches that nose eventually made up the side of Ziggy's neck. This in particular caused a little shiver, in conjunction with a slightly less little moan.

"Oh... found me a weak spot, have I?"

He was totally different now, that Lycanroc. Just moments ago a playful pup... this must be how he presented himself as a waiter. Even then, as Ziggy looked over the shaggy frame of his canine, Dozi's deepest emotions were deeply betrayed by the way his tail waggled with a furious passion, to that faint glint of utter savouring in his eyes.

'Heh... I bet this here is one of his fantasies.'

"Y-Yeah... the side of my neck can be a bit s-AAAAGH!"

A faint yelp came from the bunny, although soon it was a slightly louder yelp. More like a wail, really. The so-far hidden fangs of the Lycanroc had made a blurringly quick snap, right into the flesh of that neckline. They pressed with pinpoint pressure, expertly so. The sting was far more penetrating than the bite itself, and was only just soft enough that blood wasn't drawn... but only barely.

With a near involuntary reaction, the rabbit rested one paw onto that dog's head. At first it was to grip, having been slightly unprepared for such a ferocious first strike, but he got through it with a bit of controlled breathing. In fact, the following encouraging strokes through that jungle of thick fur was an adventure all in of itself, and so lusciously soft compared to what his sense of touch was bracing itself for after said bite.

Still, he'd not that long to focus on what it felt like. The sharpness of that bite was all but distracting him after a few moments, inducing a quiet squeak immediately followed by a more long-winded squeal which itself was slightly dampened by those floor sheets.

As the jaws retracted themselves again, Dozi was set about gauging the expressions of his newfound prey, as it were. Precise to a point, Ziggy was left with the lingering tingle of two dented marks on his neck, and a couple rows of fainter marks to compete. And even though Ziggy had absolutely no intention of being the top, he did at least feel a small bit of shame in that he had been immediately set numb by the Lycanroc.

"Mahhhh... that's..." He panted to find words. "A strong set of jaws..."

There was a clear display of feral glee going on above him with all the reactions Dozi was giving at once. The first, more obvious one was those claws, which began to slowly make up for the pressure lost by the lack of closed jaws. Just something to keep the Lopunny down as Dozi replied.

"My bark and my bite are 'bout equal. And you've seen how much I like to bark." He said with an aura of pride and just a bit more of a darker tone. "And that there weren't even half of my bite."

That one gave Ziggy a more excited shudder. The glare was controlled... it seemed threatening, especially with the way he carried himself and teased the flesh of the rabbit. Yet also playful, as if the game and the build-up meant more to him than the main event- which Ziggy was all the more pleased to co-operate with. After all, it was only more ample opportunity to show himself off.

"Well... maybe I wanna see a bit more of that bite."

At this distance, the scent he had gotten from those sheets had become all the more elevated. Strangely enough, there was no hint of the outdoors, but plenty of everything else. More significantly, however, was the way it mixed with the smells of the wolf himself. Rock types... Ziggy could say with confidence that he hadn't smelled many up close in his lifetime. Perhaps he should have done, the scent of sex was lusciously strong, thick and almost musty. It bore the markings of one who kept sufficiently clean, but was very active day in and day out regardless.

No mystery as to the origin of the smell, in other words.

And it was certainly getting him excited. The almost sneer Dozi had across his maw now was scarily enticing. Enough, along with the bite and pin, that the inevitable was occurring at Ziggy's sheath. The bulge was short-lived, as a relatively thin tip poked outwards: a rich, lucrative pink.

But even then, even as Dozi began leaning in again to explore the other side of Ziggy's neck, it never became overpowering. And as he started gliding both his paws through that pelt, messy form the outside view, Ziggy found not a single knot or tangle anywhere- Even when he consciously attempted to find one!

It was getting pieced together in Ziggy's brain, clearly coming into focus the moment the next shot of adrenaline coursed up his spine. The source? Another feral bite on the other side of the neck. This one, whilst not quite as hard was complete with a bit more of a jerking motion on Dozi's part. He tugged at the flesh, each time drawing a faint whine from the rabbit's maw.

What he'd pieced together was that absolutely everything about that apparent messiness, from the way Dozi's fur showed up as shaggy and roughed up, to those intoxicating mixes of smells which were ever so slowly creeping into the parts of Ziggy's brain responsible for higher judgement. It was all scrupulously controlled, refined even- to a point where it had struck such a perfect balance of messy and amiable that the rabbit was getting just a tad lost in that foreplay.

But of course, foreplay was all it was.

The jaws made a second retreat. Saliva had been haphazardly left on the fur of the Lopunny's skinny neck, which didn't bother him one bit.

"Well, now that I've gotten a good taste of you," He shuffled slightly, gliding his nose up the cheek to speak in a much more hushed, commanding tone in one of those large ears of Ziggy's. "I'd say you ought-a get a taste of me too."

Underneath him like this, their height was almost the same. Not that he'd ever seen a Lycanroc before, but Ziggy couldn't help but assume that Dozi was large for his species, with the way he loomed overhead with such professional spectacle. There was a proud streak in the way he put his size across.

It was only now that Ziggy dared tilt his head forwards. He hadn't been betting on just how much this was arousing the wolf, or perhaps he had trained himself to get it on cue. Either way, hanging under a well-toned beige underbelly lay a slightly darker, significantly larger slab of rigid canine meat. Arceus only knew how long it was, the Lopunny could only guess. Big, was enough of a phrase. Big and wide!

A cone and a wedge had conceived a most glorious hybrid child, creating a sort of fountain-pen shape for the head, typical of a wolf as it slowly got thicker towards the base. And it was capped off by a bulging baseball of a knot, which in itself seemed to pulsate ever so slightly with twitching anticipation.

At the very tip lay a glimmering drip of clear fluid which hung just in sight of a very awestricken rabbit. Such a fine specimen it was, so pedigree and pristine in the way it formed itself. The flesh seemed so smooth that Ziggy could swear he could make out the crude outline of his reflection in it. The cream-white fluff that was Ziggy's leg started to explore just behind that knot by reaction, perfectly able to see what he was reaching for, but only able to truly appreciate the package behind the cock as his leg brushed over a large sack of two heavily-engorged balls.

"Takin' time to appreciate it, huh?" Dozi gave an affirmed nod. "Good boy. Good indeed. But I'm expectin' just a bit more here. If you ain't gonna move, then I guess it falls on me to do it for ya."

"I-I can move, I'll-" But Dozi had already made up his mind. Leaving one final fluffy of sharp pricks behind, the claws gave mercy to the slender shoulders of Ziggy, the wolf slowly started to turn around above.

"I get it, Ziggy. You're the type who wants others to take the reins, right?"

"I... I guess..." He shrank slightly under Dozi, for the briefest moment wondering if he should have taken initiative.

"Then gimme your view, bottom bunny. Whaddya make of this?"

Ziggy had to go cross-eyed for just a moment to focus, as hovering above him was now the demanding glare of the heated shaft he'd just a moment ago gazed upon from further away.

The smell was at its strongest here, naturally. Oh so pleasant waves of seed and general musk invited a softly drooling mouth upwards, touching the tip of a tongue over the base of that stiff flesh, before gliding down over the knot. He couldn't even respond right away. Ziggy just had to get a sample, just a small taste, just a bit of that tantalising cock before he gave his judgement.

"Damn, Dozi... this is amazing." He couldn't think of anything else more eloquent than that before he dived in for another sample.

Not that the Lycanroc seemed to mind the relatively simple complement. The deeper meaning came through each one of those tender licks, now going far broader with his coverage, a glistening trail of saliva coating the middle of that shaft, all the way over those two hefty balls. Those two fluffed up paws of the Lopunny spoke volumes in their movements as well, holding either side of the cock and slowly stroking up and down, which caused only noises of delight from the wolf's muzzle.

But not a minute after that stroking had begun, Dozi was lowering his hips with a crude grin, making the smaller bunny lie back flat as he was met with that knot pressed over a soft brown forehead. Ziggy had very little in the way of a tail, but those two long lengths of fluff across his head in front of his ears, like mammalian antennae, curved up on their own merit to stroke along the balls against the top of his cranium; his mouth hung as open as he let it go in that position, a long tongue trailing out to curl around the widest part of that cock.

Naturally, he didn't even come close to curling his tongue all the way around. Alas, this mattered not with the way Dozi was now rustling himself.

"Mhhhh, alright, Ziggy. Let's have a feel of your skills."

Dozi, true to his name, barely needed to put in any movements at all in his current position. It was quite the sight to behold: a rather satisfied-looking midday form Lycanroc rested in his room, underneath him the two pointed feet of a Lopunny. From behind, a more tantalising view took shape, with said Lopunny openly allowing the large hips of that wolf to grind that stern cock band and forth in long, drawn-out motions. Only on occasion did the head meet with Ziggy's ever-willing tongue.

His four pointed rock formations were obsidian in composition- shiny black, though rounded off at the end to ensure it wasn't too sharp. Less so could be said for those four sets of claws, two of which were firmly gripping the rather thick thighs of the Lopunny in place. Obsidian these also were, but with the potential sharpness of a serrated scalpel in the sets of slicing scrapers.

It didn't take much for those claws to drag through Ziggy's flesh. In the further twitching that cock was making, with all the teasing which inevitably caused a growing need well up in both parties, the claws were sporadic in their movements. A persistent yelp rang from under Dozi's package as Ziggy felt rough scraping up the insides of his legs, which the wolf was only too happy to take advantage of by somewhat raising his flank, with the head of his cock now nestling itself comfortably on Ziggy's tongue.

"Gaaaah! Those claws are like knives..." He said with the slightest shudder, legs wanting to close shut for a moment, but ultimately splitting themselves further apart as his paws gained a more secure grip.

"Hah, damn right they are. Sure you're okay down there?"

Ziggy faltered for a moment. In truth, this was already far more than the rabbit was ever used to. He'd honestly thought that a fondness for large creatures, knots and the smells of sex were all rather intense kinks in the vanilla world he'd come from! So the stone feel of those claws felt far more threatening than he'd ever bargained for.

Still... threatening as they did feel, even now he didn't feel threatened by Dozi himself. And just as much as he was feeling a bit out of his comfort zone, the fact that his own more conical length was showing itself perfectly stiff had the final word on this one. And it was telling him to continue.

As his furry antennae continued feeling out that cum sack, the balls shifted upwards on occasion, in reaction to those strokings.

Between that and all else he was doing to that wolven cock, everything currently seemed geared towards teasing Dozi into a more pent-up state.

And it was working.

Dozi brought forth a low grown, which quickly descended into a tooth-bearing snarl. His claws naturally began to latch on, the saw-like edges perfectly smooth as the claws slid upwards, but like a jagged blade as they came down again. They were just shy of drawing blood at this point, and his expression was showing nothing except a growing desire to do exactly that, not that Ziggy could see anything except bulbous rock-type cock flesh at that current moment.

"Nffff-fuck, Ziggy... you lookin' to challenge me here? Don't think I won't accept it, but don't say I didn't warn ya..."

This here seemed like his last out. Pressed up against a strongly-smelling wolf dick, pinned by callus cutting claws, hearing the more gravelly side of the Lycanroc in his final warning. It was only natural that a part of him wanted out right there and then.

But screw it, he wasn't listening to that part of himself right now. Fuck that part of himself. Literally.

"Perhaps the fact I need to challenge you at all says more than whether you accept or not."

Dozi went quiet. His heavy breathing got cut short. Even the throbbing twitches on that cock had ceased. No growling, no teasing, no nothing of anything. Ziggy still had no idea what that wolf's current facial expression was...

He could only imagine what it was after the coffee and cream coloured Lopunny had said that.

He would still imagine what it was as those hips began raising themselves further, more properly aligning that pre-squirting tip with the still-open maw of the bottom bunny.

He imagined it very vividly in fact, as that same tip immediately vanished down Ziggy's short and stubby muzzle... followed by half of that fat mast of a shaft.

In the first feral slam, the smooth head had impaled the throat. Before it could even attempt to close in reaction, it was already stretched open. With the first parts of the shaft also jammed down in the narrow space of that gullet tube, all Ziggy could see once his eyes had recovered from jolting open in sudden shock was the rest of that tower of wolf member ascending upwards from a gagged jaw... or at least that's what he would have seen were a heavy pair of smooth cum sacs not obscuring a great portion of his peripheral vision. And from what he could see at this angle, it looked somehow even larger even despite the first portion of it currently (and very persistently) making its presence known in his fleshy gulping tunnel.

Ziggy had not the faintest second to react before the second feral slam came. Dozi was pulling no punches. The gaping and borderline gagging food hole was now becoming the home to well over half that length; only now did that delayed reaction finally come though. Ziggy's gag reflex was all but gone! Or so he'd thought... Granted most of his sex had been more vanilla in comparison, but he'd done so much of it he barely even flinched at taking Zach's cock. He was so sure of himself that he'd do just fine.

But this length here? It was a whole other ball game. And a suppressed, spluttering cough just as quickly caused his chest to cave in like it'd been hit with a sledge hammer. It felt like to too, in fact. Strings of saliva had randomly asserted themselves up the extension of that cock in Ziggy's gagging. It was like nothing else the pencil-necked rabbit was used to.

Yet, in spite of that, he wasn't struggling. True, he'd looked shocked at first. But as the flushed expression got deeper, Ziggy was doing his best to recover. His furry antennae went stiff and lowered themselves, a more intense stare of determination bearing down in those sapphire orbs. Those fluffed up paws clenched into fists, each one extending further upwards and planting themselves on either side of Dozi's flank. This wasn't where he'd lose himself, he'd asked for this after all! He would prove himself. He _needed_to prove himself.

The newfound spark in his aura came just in time for the third feral slam. But this time he was ready. Oh of course he still gagged, but it was hard, and deliberate. Almost a defiant one. The same came from the forth motion, and then the fifth and sixth... he'd stopped counting after that. They were no longer independent, each thrust following the previous one in succession.

Finally, Ziggy heard Dozi making noises again: a low, satisfied growl. The steady rhythm of throat-fucking was plenty enough to draw out warm jets of precum, and the Lycanroc was able to feel every last bit of gullet-clenching willpower. He took the feeling of fluff on those feral hips as extra challenge to boot as well. The two were having a silent conversation right there and then, speaking in the language of touch and force. Their communications consisted of temptations, responses, subtle notations in their actions...

...Ziggy at least liked to think that.

But alas, at the end of the day they had only just met, and one of the two was quite relatively inexperienced, so it was hardly like they could speak volumes with actions alone. In reality the only communications were 'Please go harder' followed by 'I am now going harder'. But... wasn't that all they really needed for now? It was doing the trick!

It eventually came to be that Dozi was taking more of the control as the depth became more than Ziggy could handle. Or at least it was reaching a point where Ziggy had to divert all his attention to that cock. The gagging had quickly ceased being deliberate, and were only a mere reaction to the fact that his neck now bore a near perfectly sculpted shape of that canine cock. His look of determination was fixated, but dwindling very gradually with each new millimetre reached down him, without a doubt further than anything else had reached before.

Dozi on the other hand was focused almost completely on enjoying himself. In truth he was only giving half effort into those movements. Half effort was all he needed, and it certainly wasn't like he wasn't being self-conscious about the fact that the Lopunny was now in a state of suppressed coughing fit. Ziggy's throat had a dull ache to it; The façade of his willpower was very quickly now reclining in just the same way that his cyan eyes rolled backwards.

The look he bore now was softer, numb and focused only on coping with that length inside his gullet. He could feel precum, saliva, likely a mix of both of them dribbling down either one of his cheeks, which were themselves bulged out from the pressure created by a rather thick base managing to keep those herbivorous jaws firmly parted. And this would only add to the ache.

But... by all of Arceus' divine grace combined, if the pain from that coursing canine cock was intense, then the countering joy and pleasure from that same treatment was nothing less than bloody mesmerising!

It was something new to him... he tried shuffling one way or the other. Each movement did nothing but let those claws give the rabbit a sharp sting. He felt like he had no control over his situation whatsoever. And oh, that was definitely something new, or something not felt in so long. And he was adoring it.

From above, Ziggy had his arms rested above his head, eyes staring out into nothingness with a few tears manifesting at the corners, an ecstatic blush over his face looking like he was about to start coughing up pure joy. With each firm downwards thrust Dozi gave, Ziggy let off what was supposed to be a bright moan, but in reality came out as a stuffed gurgle of a groan. He was motionless, doing nothing but taking what was being brought down to him in a tense friction.

He would have almost felt bad about no longer putting in anything on his end, in spite of the fact he was allowing his own gullet to be forced apart by wolf dick, but any feelings close to this spectrum were soon interrupted. It was Dozi finally, who managed to speak in a husky tone between snarling breaths.

"Rrrraf, you got grit... I think I'll let you out with a small reward."

Ziggy tried responding with more sounds, but sounds were all he could produce, and they didn't really communicate much. Not that it mattered, seeing as all he wanted to do was portray curiosity. But indeed, said curiosity did not last long.

In a very sudden jolt of his widely-rounded hips, Ziggy received a new sensation of a roughly textured tongue glide up the prodding length of his own dick. It was shorter, and thinner... still large for his size? Perhaps. The head was well-defined and nice and pointed, it even bumped out at the bottom to shape the impression of a thin knot. It was getting a generous coating of saliva from that Lycanroc, from the overtop to the underside and back around again in a circular pattern. He was no less casually pounding himself through Ziggy's throat than he was at the same time resting those claws carefully up against Ziggy's thin knot, a hot maw wrapping itself around the head so surprisingly lovingly in contrast to the eagerness of his hips.

"Mhhhh... fuck... can't believe I'm actually tasting famous dick. It's like I always pictured it~"

...Okay, that would probably explain it. In the haste of it all, the Lopunny had almost forgotten that this wolf seemed to have him in a state of worship. Not that it was very well-warranted in this particular fame of time, with Dozi putting in all the effort and Ziggy able to do nothing but allow it to happen. Heck... not only was Dozi vastly superior at using his dick by the way his insides felt, but it felt like a shockingly high amount of skill going into working his own length too. High enough that he couldn't help but think that Ziggy wasn't the only one Dozi was a bit subby for. Practice had to come from somewhere, right?

This was further emphasised when the Lycanroc made another hasty move. His paws shuffled out of the way just in time such that his head shoved itself downwards alongside his hips, eliciting a sharp, muffled squeal from the bunny from the fact that Dozi had taken his entire length all in one go. Not that Ziggy was huge, but Dozi didn't even need to swallow, as those relatively looser feral walls of the dog snugly let the first parts of Ziggy's dick dribble a few drips of pre into the throat. There wasn't just no gag reflex on this one, it was as if Dozi had complete one-hundred-percent control over that narrow fuck hole.

His head rolled around, tilting side to side as his banner of a tongue worked over half the shaft at once. The heat radiating from that wolf was resembling warm coals on a summer's evening, covering Ziggy's whole body in a blanket of heat just toasty enough to go beyond the confines of cosy and into the land of flustering to Ziggy's frame.

Adding to this, his head gently started shifted up and down over that uncontrollably jumping rabbit cock just out of phase with the motions of his hips, which made for a wave pattern of Ziggy's hips arching upwards, just before his head was pushed downwards.

From there, it didn't take much. The Lopunny was squealing gently in his hold, feeling a more concentrated rushing sensation slowly begin to swell up from his balls to his mild bump of a knot. Darn it, he hadn't been counting on having his own length worked! He had previously tried working on his stamina, but it had come all too late as he kept cumming all too early. If he could only-

"Gaaaah!" The maw of Dozi let out a sudden sound of feral bliss from atop that stiff flesh.

Ziggy was once again jolted back to attention. There was cum, alright, but it wasn't his own? And this time it wasn't due to lack of attention on his part either! Dozi had given absolutely no indication before he started letting off a cascade of cum into Ziggy's deepest throat; it took hold of all his senses at once, from the way it so warmly flowed through his innards, to the taste he got from overflow filling what little free space was left in his mouth, to the resultant smell which came with that. It was so different to the way Zach cummed, or indeed human cum as he knew it. This was so much thicker, hotter too and, though he felt a bit bad about admitting it, far better.

Naturally, this could only lead to him tipping over into orgasm not three seconds afterwards. He probably would have been making similar gasps and groans the Lycanroc was making right about now, were it not for said Lycanroc stuffing his throat with Arceus-knows how many inches.

Dozi wasn't letting a single drop go to waste. Ziggy could tell even by sensation alone that his own cum was thinner in consistency, but by quantity he was easily keeping up with the larger wolf! Low stamina had its uses after all: That being producing a hefty amount relative to his own body size. And the wolf just lapped it down as if it were the gilded nectar of Arceus himself.

Once both creatures had exhausted their supply, Dozi began a very slow process (probably due to afterglow than teasing purposes) of lifting himself to a stretched upright position. There was not a single drop spilled from either one of their lengths as they were once again exposed to open, if not rather musty, air. He took a moment to fully arch his spine backwards in a gravelly groan. Pleasant shivers were sent down Ziggy's spine at the sound of the clicking and cracking that were being sent _up_Dozi's spine in his stretches.

This was between a lot of gasping, however, as Ziggy spent a good portion of his flustered afterglow regaining all the air he'd lost in that transaction of bodily fluids. Were it not for the fact he was loose on his back he probably would have also felt slightly dizzy. But as it stood, he was simply enjoying the breathlessness and the welcome embrace of the many scents of their recent actions now saturating his lungs.

His panting had calmed down a bit to some rhythmically deep breaths once Dozi let off a final satisfied chuckle, one of personal victory, and threw himself onto his back next to the Lopunny, stretching up his four limbs at once before allowing them to flop sideways onto Ziggy's front.

"Rrrraf... well... that was somethin', huh?"

Ziggy, finally able to talk again allowed himself to slip between those four limbs of Dozi's. Turning a little onto his side, his hip met the Lycanroc's bulging bump of a sheath at the same moment that Dozi closed himself around Ziggy in the sort of cuddle only a huge, shaggily-pelted dog like himself could ever hope to pull off. And only then did Ziggy decide to answer.

"Something... yeah, definitely something... something fully awesome..." He could do nothing but give a soft laugh, snuggling into the thick underbelly of the wolf.

"Hmmmm? Somethin' funny there, Ziggy?"

His laugh just got brighter, ascending into an excited giggle as he wrapped both his arms around Dozi's neck, fully pressing himself inwards to his new companion.

"Hehehe, I dunno... guess I'm just excited. I mean, that wasn't like any sex I've had before."

"Yeah?" Dozi leant his head down, resting his muzzle proudly onto Ziggy's forehead. "I was that good, eh?"

Ziggy couldn't help but nod his head. In the split moments he was agreeing with it all, he found his mind wandering back to Zach, and all of the things they had done together sexually. All so frequent, yet all so vanilla. He'd never realised just how quite soft and vanilla it was until just now.

Not that he didn't' enjoy Zach, but this? With Dozi? It was... well, exciting...!

"S-Speaking of that... how was I?" His cyan eyes flicked upwards again back to Dozi. Of course, it was clear he enjoyed himself, but if this was a test then he would have felt far more comfortable with getting a definite answer.

Dozi himself was paused for a moment. He chose his words carefully. Ziggy could practically read the battle in his own mind of trying to exclude the bias of his reverence for the Lopunny's semi-celebrity status.

"Full-disclosure, total honesty 'n' stuff, right?"

Ziggy nodded.

"Alright, you got potential, that's what I say. Great attitude, fucking great holes. You just gotta get out of your shell a bit more."

"Out of my shell?" He got a bit confused at that one. He would have been perfectly willing to give his own efforts had he not been pinned at every angle!

"What I mean is... eh... harf, damn this is a difficult one." He maintained his proud smile in his thoughts.

"Alright, put it this way. You got the skills to be a fantastic sub, but you gotta explore your sexual side more to figure out what_kind_ of sub you wanna be, get me?"

"What... kind of sub?"

"Bah, forget about it." Dozi chuckled again softly, treating the confused rabbit to an affectionate lick. "Ya passed, that's the main point."

"Oh..." He screwed up his face in another little laugh as he got his face licked. "Ahaha, well, that's goo- pffff, bluh, stop it!"

Dozi kept lapping with a playful spark over Ziggy's face, causing him to blindly bat out at Dozi's maw and wriggle around in his hold, which of course only made him squeeze tighter.

"Come on, contest rabbit, a deal's a deal. You said you'd gimme all the gossip, right? Well let's have it!"

Ziggy let off a small huff, quickly nodding his head and trying to keep that tongue away before it completely smothered him to death.

"Y-Yeah, yeah alright... so, here's the deal..." With Dozi finally calming his tongue, Ziggy let out a slow breath. He could probably just lie... but what was there really to lie about? Anything to be ashamed of? Perhaps to someone who wasn't working at a brothel. In this case, however? Well, Ziggy had to keep to his word after all.

"So... yeah. We won the Sinnoh Grand Festival. Best day of our lives. We got publicity, we got a cash prize, a fancy trophy. But once we were out of the contest, we kinda found ourselves adrift. Do we try and get another grand festival trophy? Took us years to get the one we have-"

"And what," Dozi suddenly interjected. "You decided to split ways and work regular jobs?!"

"W-Well yes, but not for that reason! You see we had been travelling for so long, we realised we wanted to settle down somewhere. And get a proper job working together-"

"But ain't he working someplace else?"

"Yes, but only temporarily, you see! There are these islands called the Alola Isles, and there was this sort of artsy guy called Wallace who saw our performance and wanted to offer us a high pay job there doing performances and... you know, publicity stuff-"

"Right." Dozi let his head flop back onto the sheeted floor, thoroughly confused by now. "So what, you turned them down?!"

"If you would just let me finish," Ziggy spoke with a bit more of a lip. "There aren't any decent local houses for sale in Alola... only the very large and fancy things were on sale. We're talking... many years' salary at least."

"So... in order to get the job you want, you need the house you want... which means you have to raise the funds to get the house."

"Yeah... Zach and me have got to get rich, in short. And... well, there weren't many jobs out there which required no formal education and complemented performance skills. It was either this or being an actor." He managed another small laugh. "And acting careers don't have the reputation for stable income."

"But damn, Ziggy." Dozi lifted his head again slightly. "You're gonna be working a while, even with your boyfriend helping out."

"A few years by our guess, even including the prize money and savings we have already."

Dozi went very quiet. The Lopunny saw something in him- Deep thought and feelings, self-introspection of his own experiences. He wasn't sure how to respond.

"Makes sense to me..." Dozi finally said. "And you're sure that's what you wanna do?"

"Wouldn't be here if I wasn't." Ziggy gave another laugh in an attempt to lighten things up again. To his knowledge, it worked. With a sly grin and a shift of his frame, Dozi finally relinquished his hold on Ziggy and stood back up above his new friend.

"Alright then, Ziggy. If you're lookin' to get rich, then I'm gonna help ya."

He glanced further up to the wolf. His expression swiftly shifted to shock, surprise, and then a confused joy.

"R-Really? You sure?"

"I'm not gonna lie... much as this job is alright for me, it gets so fuckin' boring sometimes." Dozi let himself start pacing around the room a little. His paws just barely managed to dodge empty bottles of pop and loose video-game console controllers. "I figure that fixing you up to make as much cash as possible outta this place will spruce up my own job whilst I'm at it."

"Huh... I... guess that makes sense?" Ziggy managed to lean himself up. Upon resting his back against the side wall, he found himself rubbing his paw over his neck in the next croaky laugh. His throat had taken more of a hit than he'd bargained for. "Well then let me be taken under your wing, oh great and glorious Dozi... and, eheh, under your sheath whilst I'm at it?"

"We'll work on your innuendos, Ziggs. And plenty more in the time to come. For now though," Dozi strutted over to the other side of the room, the bedroom door. Just below the doorknob was a retrofitted paddle which his paw pressed into to let the slab of wood give way to the rest of the world once more.

"Whaddya say we clock in to Coco so you can make your menu?"

"My... menu?"

* * *

"In short, this Lopunny's gotta lotta bottle for the job. I say let him have the training and he'll be a great asset to us all."

The trio in that office all passed around silent glances at the end of Dozi's speech. It was smooth, it was slick, it was as if he were commanding the very nature of the world itself to his word.

"Well, I am certainly glad to hear it." The Vulpix, chocolate-coloured in a rich deep red-brown, suitably named Coco, looked upon the waiter and newcomer with a calming satisfaction. "Young Ziggy, are you prepared to join us at Café Plaisir and work to the best of your efforts?"

He drew a deep breath. "I am, Miss Coco!"

Her smile got bigger, somehow even warmer too. Any more of a motherly smile and she would have melted the chair below her.

"Well then, let us make your menu." She spun back on her desk chair to a set of draws. The middle one opened up to disclose a high tech camera. "Have you decided on a waiter name yet?"

Of course! The waiter name... "I-I uhhhh... well... I-"

"Aaaah, me and my client would like to take a moment to talk this through, if it'll please the court!" Dozi immediately stepped forwards and turned Ziggy around, refusing to let him stutter in this crucial moment. In a two-man huddle with their backs turned to a mercifully-patient Coco, they hushed their voices for the briefest moments to let their confidential conversation ensue.

"You haven't got yourself a waiter name?!"

"I didn't come up with one in time!"

"Alright, alright... we can do this... what about your real name?"

"Eh... I dunno... I'm hoping for something a bit less snazzy, you know? Something... softer, if that makes sense."

"Softer, huh? Yeah I think I get ya... hmmmm..."

"Hmmmm..."

"What about Cyan?"

"Cyan?"

"Yeah sure, why not? It's kinda feminine, and relates to those unique eyes you got."

"Cyan... huh, I kinda like it."

"No time for backsies now! Cyan, it is!"

They both swung back around. Coco was thankfully still smiling, if not tapping her paw on her desktop and raising one eyebrow in amusement.

"Has your 'client' reached a decision now, Dozi?"

"He has, your honour!" He bore that cocky grin, having completely owned the lawyer role since they stepped through Coco's door. And Ziggy, resting his paws out in front of him, gave a small bow to the Vulpix.

"I would like my waiter name to be Cyan, Miss Coco."

"Cyan..." She let out her own bemused 'hmmmm' as she began tapping at her keyboard. "A fitting title, Ziggy. I am sure you will wear it well. All we need now is a photo."

With another nod of his head, Ziggy kept his paws out in front of him. He let those sky-blue optics face the void lens. In it, he could make out his own reflection with a rippling distortion. It stared back at him with an innocent finality.

And, with the cutest smile he could muster, shoulders out in front of him for added effect, the shutter snapped his photo.

* * *

Now back outside, the air had gone silent from the late afternoon air- warm and distant, only picking up on the faintest of breezes to greet the two figures.

It was an old car they stood beside. It had been their home for so long. And one day it would be again.

Zach and Ziggy were opposite each other, cuddling closely in each other's embrace. Ziggy in particular had his arms squashing Zach's chest. He could still hear his boyfriend's heartbeat. It had brought him such comfort on those long nights...

"Yeah. I'm gonna miss you too, Ziggy. But as you know, we can call any time. Any time we want."

The Lopunny tried for a weak giggle and nuzzled up to Zach's shoulder in defiance. "P-Pfft... nah... you know me... Tough as steel type. I'm just doing this so it'll make it harder for you to say goodbye, you know!"

"Oh... is that so?" Zach returned that giggle with a chuckle and a grin, one-upping Ziggy's squeeze with a strangling cuddle of his own- It lifted his very feet of the ground! "Well, maybe I'll just have to cuddle you even more so you'll find it even harder than I do!"

"Gaaaah! Not fair, you're lifting meeee!" His giggles lit up after being raised, wiggling his legs helplessly in Zach's hold. "Unfair advantage! Foul! Offside! Fifteen Luv! Strike three! I-I am unable to battle!"

With one heartier laugh, Zach dropped him again, with the Lopunny immediately hopping backwards with a sighing relief. Zach, of course, was the victor.

"See? I just made letting go a whole lot easier didn't I."

"Humph... meanie..." with a defiant pout, he gave a small bat of his paw again towards the human. As usual, Zach clutched his heart and dropped to one knee, right in the middle of the parking lot and let out the most over-exaggerated groan. A couple of passers did give them a bit of a funny look, but ultimately paid them no mind.

"Waaaah, I am defeated once again by the great overlord bunny! What be your demands?!"

With folded arms and an upturned nose, Ziggy pouted for a just a little longer before breaking out into his cheeky wink and a final smile.

"Just one, Zach. Meet me again when we're ready to begin our new life together."

"Of course, my liege." Zach dropped his head on that one knee, even rolling one hand in what had to be the tackiest regal bow a human being could possibly manifest. "Your wish is my command."

"Hehehe, rise now, my minion. Go forth and bring us riches from afar."

Springing back to his feet, Zach gave his Pokémon a proud salute. They both shared another look, just for a second; sentimental, casual and above all determined. The driver's door swung open not a moment after. For all of their shenanigans, the late spring skies betrayed the fact that afternoon was slowly turning into evening. With Zach placing himself at the wheel, the door let itself slam back shut.

The engine started.

"Let's get rich, Ziggy!"

"Super rich!"

"To victory!"

"To victory!"

* * *

The Sweet-Dry Poffins were... well, sweet and just the right amount of dry, he supposed. Just the way he liked them.

He'd found it hard to unpack in Dozi's room. The acoustic guitar, his guitar, lay propped in the corner; His other belongings including his games console were still in his backpack and suitcase due to a lack of anywhere else really to put them.

"Remind me again why I am not getting my own room, Dozi?"

"Whaaaat? Thought you'd appreciate the personal company, Ziggs." The wolf threw himself back into the adjacent corner of the room, upon the pile of sheets and duvet which the Lycanroc dared call a bed. Now that he would be sleeping here, the messiness suddenly had... far less appeal to it on the whole.

It was a sad state of affairs when sleeping in Zach's car all those nights looked more suitable than this room. If the worst came to it, he would probably just sleep inside his luxury ball.

"Well... I'm going to want a proper bed starting tomorrow, alright? I'll bring down that bedframe and stick a mattress on it."

"Yeah, yeah, sure thing Ziggs. We'll get it done." He gave his new roommate a small laugh, before ushering him down to the conglomerated mess of duvet sheets that was Dozi's sleeping area. Rolling his eyes and smiling back, albeit a slightly forced one, Ziggy lowered his rump down into the...

Okay, he had to admit, as he laid back into that mountain of fabrics, it was really rather comfortable. The clumps of fluff were almost like stacked clouds. And it would have been _nearly almost_tolerable to sleep in if he had a four-legged frame.

But it would do.

"Eheh, I suppose I can see the appeal of the floor corner."

"Embrace the mess, roomie. Let it purge your very being!"

Ziggy tried to laugh back this time, but all he got out was a less-than-enthusiastic chuckle. He couldn't help it. He knew he'd be missing Zach, but this was it... he was really gone. Not forever, of course, but...

"'Ey, come on now, 'Cyan'..." Dozi carried on a broad smirk, tapping the back of his paw on Ziggy's chest.

"You'll do just fine here, then you and your boyfriend can sip endless Piña coladas or whatever the fuck it is you do in Alola."

"Yeah... yeah, I'll do that, I think. And until them I'm gonna work hard, right?"

"Ziggs, you got my personal word that I'm gonna whoop your ass if you do anything less!"

"Hah... well, how can I say no to that?"

"Trust me, contest rabbit. This place will work wonders for you if ya play your cards right. If there's one thing certain at Café Plaisir, it's that if ya spend enough time here, you find out who you truly are."

"Who you truly are, huh?"

His back pressed against the wall. He formed his usual pillow of fluff with those wrists of his with his hands relaxed behind his head and gave the first calmed smile that evening. The first of many.

Sure, he was sharing a room, and sure said room was a mess. But a room with a mess was a room nonetheless. And he could definitely have worse company than this sexy hunk of canine beside him.

Things could be worse, he thought.

"So..." Ziggy finally broke the silence again. "What do people do when they're not on shift?"

Those controllers once across the floor had been dragged over to the corner before he'd even needed to ask. Dozi, with his cheeky grin, flumped onto his back to get himself prepared for their first night in.

"Do you play video games?"

________________________________________________________________________________________

Pokémon © Nintendo 2017, I own none of this, nor do I make money from it, please don't sue me for turning your games into porn ;u;

Café Plaisir was created by Palibakufun (The Sex Prophet)

Cafe Plaisir is currently run by Dark Voilet (The Sex Godess (Also Provided proof-reading))

Further Thanks to October_Flixard Coldstone for proof-reading ^^ your inout is now and always appreciated!