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The Liepard strode along through the halls of her club, thick plush carpet squishing beneath her carefully-maintained pawpads, the fabric pleasantly warm against the icy night outside. The air of the place carried that same warmth as well, establishing the exact atmosphere for the club that she always ensured it had: a haven of comfort, a refuge for relaxation among the rest of the world, a place to... to unfold, unwind, unload. Her tall, sharp ears flicked back and forth as she passed by the doors to the private rooms along this hall, most closed, some partially ajar, some wide enough for her to stick her entire head through. It all depended on the tastes and preferences of the clients.

A smile touched the Liepard's lips as she passed by the final room of the corridor and caught a couple flashes of black and teal in the space between the door and the threshold. That actually made her pause in her routine tour of the facility, one foreleg half-raised in step; she turned vivid green eyes to that space, sandpaper tongue briefly flicking out. Black and teal on firm, tight thighs, rhythmically pounding down into the form of a smaller, slimmer Pokémon, possibly a Linoone judging by the sleek body and pale coloration. Likely a Linoone; she'd be able to tell with more confidence were the other end of the guest not also obscured by a second set of strong thighs, also thrusting forward, in a slightly different rhythm. Each of those pairs belonged to one of the Luxray brothers, together a popular attraction of her club, The Den, here. Satisfied, the Liepard lifted her muzzle, watched for another brief second, and then turned to continue out towards the main lobby.

Clearspring was a fairly nice town, all things considered. Unlike other places this Liepard had been to, towns with humans out walking the streets and Trainers passing by on their way to larger cities with Gyms here and there, Clearspring had been brought from the ground up purely by the work of Pokémon. She liked to think of her Den as a home within a home, a place for other Pokémon to cut loose and indulge while already in a place where they didn't have to worry about following Trainers or keeping an eye out for humans. Every now and then she imagined what it would be like if there were humans in Clearspring, and what they'd say or do if they found out about this by-Pokémon, for-Pokémon sex club down here. No matter what, though, it just about always brought a smile to her face and a chuckle to her throat. She glanced back behind herself once more, lifting her nose to taste the faint spice of incense to cover the drier, richer bite of sex and musk on the air, then licked her lips again and nudged the swinging door to the lobby open with a shoulder.

"Evening, Madam Cyn," a familiar voice said to her, pulling her attention into the lobby. A short distance away, probably from stepping back once the door had started to open, stood Auric, the slim Lucario who received new clients and showed them around the club. He was an invaluable asset to The Den, and Cyn would not hesitate to leave things in his capable paws if something drew her away... and she never had hesitated, her daytime occupation of leading a Rescue Team often carrying over into the nights. He stood with his fingers intertwined in front of his belly and his muzzle angled downward, red eyes lingering on the Liepard. "Easy night tonight, it seems."

"Indeed it does." She bumped her head against his shoulder as she passed by, then made sure to draw her tail along his chin and throat; his shiver echoed up through the sensitive fur there, only deepening her smile. Of course Cyn made sure to test and try each Pokémon she hired to work here herself, to ensure that they could stand up to the responsibilities and expectations; Auric had never really been interested, but she trusted him, so he got a pass. Another Lucario who worked here, though, a smaller, slimmer one named Rik - at first Cyn thought that the similarity in names was because the two were either related, or had originally belonged to a Trainer who somewhat struggled with names; both of these turned out to be untrue, though - was one of the few she still sometimes dragged off into her private rooms whenever he came by, despite how easy he could be. Male Pokémon often were. For a Fighting type, he sure gave in quickly. "The busy nights are plenty nice, but sometimes it's a lot more pleasant to be able to sit around and relax."

Busy nights often required the burners at every turn of the halls full with a new stick of incense whenever the one before wore off. Not that Cyn disliked the smell and sting of sex and arousal on the air - quite the opposite, actually - but it put some of the shier clients at ease, and again, added to the general atmosphere of the club between its velvet plush carpet, dark-stained wood furniture, dimmed yellow lights clinging to the walls like opened flower blooms. She had overseen the construction of this building, set up beneath an otherwise inconspicuous cottage roughly in the center of town: though there were no humans in this town, she couldn't help but remain grateful for the various humanoid Pokémon around. They had done much of the work in the building, since a Liepard like herself could maybe hold the corner of a tarp between her teeth, or a single chunk of wood, or a hammer or screwdriver with her tail.

In the time it took her to reach the front desk, Auric had managed to reclaim enough of his presence of mind to turn her way. "There's - a client in the waiting room, miss. I was just going to consult with our partners for her."

"Oh, is that right?" Cyn glanced towards the heavy silk curtains separating the lobby from the waiting room, then looked back towards the Lucario. "Thank you, dear."

"Yes, ma'am." A short bow, and then he dove through the door from which she'd come. Cyn looked again towards the curtain, waiting on her paws for a moment, then started that way. The curtain had a thick, heavy rope stringing along the edges, giving it a good weight when she pushed her nose against the loose flap and nudged it aside to slide into the other room, the plush carpet giving away to a smooth lacquered tile floor.

Lounging back on one of the thin yet soft pillows set out along the floor for other quadrupedal Pokémon like Cyn herself sat a Glameow, fur glittering silver in the dim lights and altogether looking entirely unconcerned with anything. Her springlike tail gave a small flick when the Liepard strode into the room, though, and in the quick couple of seconds it took Cyn to approach, glimmering sapphire eyes appraised her from head to tail and back. Languid eyelids only half-raised at her coloring, warm wine instead of the soft violet of the more common of her breed.

"Welcome," Cyn drawled, instinctively adopting the smooth, suave personality she used with the customers. Confidence had always been key, here. "I trust that my Lucario put you at ease. What are you here for tonight?"

The Glameow shifted one paw over the other and flicked a large ear, as though Cyn's words took a moment to reach her. "Something new," she responded, her voice similarly sweet. Velvet-smooth. "I've visited a couple of times and been consistently impressed, but..." A small shrug, as much as could be shown with those slim shoulders.

Cyn clicked her tongue. Almost before she started speaking again, those eyes fixed right back on her - and for some reason sent a cool shiver vibrating down her back. "Something new, hmm? Well, I'm glad you've returned. I'm Cyn, the owner of this establishment." She extended her forelegs across the tile and arched her back downwards in something halfway between a bow and a stretch. "I'd be honored to help you find that 'something new'."

"Excellent." The Glameow lifted her chin, flicked her ear again, then rose daintily to her feet. Dainty- that wasn't right. Cyn watched the way the other feline held herself as she approached, and noted that she hadn't even given the invitation to follow. Eyes still half-lidded, whiskers forward without being too sleepily relaxed, ears upright yet not perked. Smooth, easy confidence. Almost easier than Cyn herself could manage. "As I said, Cyn, I've been here before. I've been pleased, and impressed. But after a while, it just gets... tiring." Again those sapphire eyes turned on her; again a small shiver echoed down her back. "You understand, yes?"

It took the Glameow looking away and towards the curtain for Cyn to turn her head. She leaned down to lift her nose beneath the edge of it, stepping to the side to let her guest through first. "I do. In fact, I've been thinking about trying something new, myself..."

As soon as the words left her mouth, as soon as the Glameow floated by with the cotton puff at the end of her tail tickling Cyn's shoulder just as she'd done to Auric a moment ago, the thought hit her - why did I say that? Personal... considerations along those lines weren't things to share with a client. Not one that she hadn't personally met herself, at least, regardless of how she claimed to have been here before. Well, of course she had. She didn't have any reason to distrust her.

"Oh, is that right?" The Glameow kept a slow pace along the plush carpet, waiting for the mistress to catch up to her. Her much smaller stature meant that she'd have to tilt her head and look up at the Liepard, though Cyn found herself leaning down to speak to her more often as they continued down the hall. "That surprises me somewhat. I'd figure that someone like you, running such an illustrious place like this, would have prime choice of opportunities to... indulge that curiosity."

That much was true. The thing was, though, Cyn's 'curiosity' wasn't really something that fell in line with the reputation and personality she'd built up for herself; in fact, just earlier today she'd donned the black leather harness and straps that hung in the back of her private quarters, since a repeat and trusted client had come asking for her in person. Or, for her to pound him into the floor with her favorite strap-on. He of course hadn't been the only Pokémon to leave this place with an abused tailhole and the hide of his rump thoroughly tanned, either from Cyn's personal crop, her looped strap, her switch, or any of the other so-called implements that she had back there.

"Well..." She tilted her head to shine her eyes along the Glameow beside her, who met her gaze and then shrugged it off. "It's not something I can just ask a client to indulge me in. We're here for them; they're not here for us."

"So, then, what I'm hearing..." The other feline's curled tail gave another spring and twitch as they turned the corner, the stick of incense about halfway to its base. Up from the glowing tip wafted thin, light smoke, twirling and dancing as the two passed. "...is that you need a treat as much as we do."

Something in those eyes. Those damn eyes. After a short while longer the two came to stand before the door to Cyn's personal room and quarters, at the far end of the hall. The Glameow turned and waited, sitting down on the plush carpet; Cyn held her gaze as she came by, this time finding herself only able to turn away once the cat flicked her eyes toward the door with a quick blink.

Before the Liepard could answer, though, she continued. "You're a firm dom. I know that. We all know that, anyone who comes here." Cyn felt a warm wave of pride wash through her; at least that was known. "So, let me guess... you want to see what it's like to be on the other end of that leash."

Silence for a second, other than the rhythmic thumping against the walls from the other rooms and various other noises of pleasure and indulgence - growls, panting, whines, moans, yips, most of the voices familiar to her - and then for some reason, Cyn lowered her head, not only to nose the swinging door open but also in... not quite submission to the Glameow. Not yet. Maybe in agreement, or accord.

Acquiescence. She held the door open again for the Glameow, watching as she passed by - then jumped when the puff at the end of that tail curled along her shoulder and neck, soft as a feather. The other feline ran her eyes over and across the room as she strode in, taking in the sparse yet comfortable furniture, the full mattress and sheets which Cyn made sure to wash at least daily, and then the pile of pillows up in the corner. The lattermost of these caught her attention, though, and she turned to head that way, swift yet unhurried. The Liepard waited for a moment, then followed. Dutifully.

This time when the Glameow turned, though, her gaze felt like - like hooks, like ropes, firmly yet painlessly bound to Cyn's legs and shoulders, pulling her forward. Sapphire eyes seemed to shimmer in the dim lighting, quiet ponds set to disturbance after the drop of a pebble. The Liepard almost couldn't feel the movement of her legs, or the soft squish of the carpet beneath her paws; she was just _aware_of walking forward, of being drawn forward, towards those welcoming eyes and that inviting posture, as the Glameow lounged down onto the pillows and promptly rolled onto her back, hind legs spreading apart.

She'd positioned herself so that if Cyn were to lean down and lift her muzzle up, she'd be able to get right in at what else drew her interest, soft pink flesh just barely visible beneath that smooth stormcloud-grey fur. That too shimmered, as though it were burnished steel.

"I'm impressed," purred the Glameow, coiled tail giving another flick - and then wrapping partially around Cyn's foreleg. Surprising strength there for something that seemed so effortlessly relaxed; she looked up and met those eyes again, the faintest ghost of a satisfied smile lifting the corners of the Glameow's mouth. "Seems like everything's already up there in that beautiful head of yours, miss Cyn. I haven't had to tell you a word, and you already know your place."

It was then that the _scent_of the feline hit her, with her nose held down so close between her hind legs: soft, dry, a hint of hungry spice. Cyn swallowed and raised her muzzle. "I'm..."

Another blink, this one slightly slower, and she felt those ropes pulling her forward again. Not down, but up, and forward: she had to reach to the side of the other feline to step up onto the pillows, entirely unable to bring her gaze away from those sharp sapphires, or blink, or do anything other than stare right into their smooth, swirling surfaces. A soft puff of breath across her sensitive whiskers drew her attention away, though her eyes remained in place; next thing she knew, there was a soft sandpaper tongue drawing up along her chin towards her lips, and then she was returning the touch as well. Then they met; and then both of their lips met as well; and then that tongue started to push its way into her maw, careful and gentle with its pull, urging Cyn to again return the advance. And so she did.

Soon she found herself panting in the space between kisses, whiskers and tail twitching and flicking, eyes halfway between fluttering shut and remaining open, locked to the Glameow's. When the two did break apart, Cyn swallowed, the Glameow flicked her tongue over her lips to lap up a last string of saliva... and then a simple nod gave enough of a pull on those invisible ropes for Cyn to resume her original position, body close to the floor and muzzle nosing down along the soft fur of the other feline's lower belly and towards that warm spot between her hind legs. Soft, gentle touches with her nose, sensitive skin feeling along her fur, the warm skin beneath... and then, suddenly, the hot, slightly flesh of her slit, the source of that scent. The ropes shifted and unwound, turning from cable-thick lengths into airy strands of woven silk, holding her down and in place.

Whatever might have been happening to her, though, Cyn knew beyond doubt that it was her own choice and hunger that led her to part her lips again, still slick with the Glameow's saliva and still tingling from the feel of her tongue, and close the distance to that soft flesh. With that touch she could feel her tense up and then immediately relax, sleek-muscled hind legs briefly squeezing around Cyn's muzzle... and then again when her tongue came out and drew along her slick arousal, and again, and again.

Cyn swallowed between her licks, now able to taste the Glameow in her throat as well as on the air. A gentle scent, a soft, lingering aroma, but definitely there - and definitely something that drew her wild. The Liepard shifted her forepaws up to keep the other feline's legs spread, maw fixed in place between her thighs with her jaw gently working as she touched and dragged and explored. Sure, she'd done this before, plenty of times: male Pokémon were easy to get beneath her footpaw, while female Pokémon more often presented an even match, or at least uneven ground so she had some trouble finding her stance. The feeling of doing this while the other had their tongue on and in her, though... it sent a shiver down her back just thinking about it.

Not that she didn't appreciate her current position, of course. Quite the opposite. The Glameow pushed against the pillows and lifted her lower body up, grinding against Cyn's lips and pressing against her tongue - so the Liepard responded and reciprocated, working one of her forepaws beneath the other feline's thigh to keep her raised there.

Auric might end up wondering what happened to their guest, but - let him wonder. Once he noticed that Cyn had disappeared too, though, the Lucario would likely put it together. She parted her lips from the Glameow for the first time since digging in, then lapped her tongue across her chops to catch some of that leaked juiciness and swallow it down. This wouldn't be the first time she'd run off to take care of a client on her own, and it wouldn't be the last. Certainly not if this cat ever returned: a glance upward, eyelids still strangely heavy, showed that the Glameow eagerly watched the larger Liepard as she worked between her thighs, eyes nearly shut in the pleasure.

Yet again, another electric shiver shot up through the smaller feline as soon as Cyn set her maw back in place, suckling gently along the sensitive skin and flesh, teasing her tongue back in. The Glameow shifted again, this time resting one of her hindpaws out across Cyn's shoulder.

"...You know," she breathed, effort weighing down her words, "I can really tell that you've been wanting this. That - that you've been needing this."

Cyn looked up again, drawing her tongue back yet keeping her lips in place. "Mm?"

"Your confidence. Your eagerness._It's like..." The Glameow swallowed, pulled in a slow breath through her nose, bit her lip. "Like you've been aching for it. You finally get your break from everything else; you finally get to indulge yourself, and _I get to indulge you..."

Again her hips started to push forward, though this time Cyn found that they did not stop. She drew back again to catch her breath, another string of saliva hanging between her maw and the Glameow's slick flesh just like when their first kiss had broken. The Liepard had to awkwardly reach one paw behind and to her side to catch herself from thumping against the floor right as her guest settled down on her chest, intense wet heat of her arousal already seeping into the soft fur of Cyn's belly; velvet-soft pads of one paw, claws protruding only enough to make Cyn aware of them, pressed down onto her chest. The Glameow lifted her other paw to her mouth to lap along the back of it, apparently unconcerned with anything while Cyn squirmed beneath the much smaller cat's near-negligible weight, as though those invisible ropes she'd felt now bound her to the floor. Still she couldn't tear herself away from those eyes.

Satisfied with the state of the fur on that paw, though, the Glameow started shifting herself backwards, curled tail hiked into the air and forepaws pressing lightly into Cyn's chest and belly... until she started to lean back and down to slide between Cyn's thighs, her own hind legs kept draped over and to the sides. At first Cyn thought it was an odd position, especially with the way the Glameow's lower body hung down between her thighs...

...until the smaller cat gave a push forward as she leaned in over her, grinding her saliva-slickened flesh against Cyn's, wet from arousal. Just as when she'd first gone down on the Glameow, now that shiver echoed up through Cyn's body and back down so that she pressed back against her, yet again returning the touch. A low, steady purr rumbled in her throat right from the start, and only strengthened as the two rode gently back and forth, back and forth, with the Glameow occasionally digging her claws into Cyn's chest for balance and leverage while the Liepard lifted and pushed back up against her.

A little bit rough, a little bit... something if the two didn't come together just right, but still, having the Glameow on top of and against her like this, watching the way her little body shivered and rocked with the motion, feeling the proof and result of both of their arousals, tingling and dripping and seeping through her fur... Cyn rolled her head back and let her mouth hang open, drawing low, shaky gulps of air, claws of her forepaws tensing and retracting, pulling through the carpet beneath her.

This was something new, wholly and entirely - and another thing to add to the list of reasons how female Pokémon could catch her off-guard. Not to mention off-balance, as the Glameow had pushed her cleanly and easily onto her back just earlier; there had been plenty of males that Cyn had done this to, Pokémon who had gasped or squirmed or made some noise of surprise when she settled her weight in their laps and pressed down onto them, riding them right up to the edge of their orgasm and then past it. Honestly, she hadn't thought that doing something like this would bring her even close, but - it was evident already that she'd thought wrong, for both herself and the other cat.

There was just something beneath the movements, the grinding, the pulsing and shivering; something in the panting and moaning and purring, leading to the Glameow leaning further over Cyn's body, causing those claws to dig barely yet deliciously through her fur... and then a shudder that rippled through first the Glameow and then the Liepard beneath her, with those moans peaking and culminating. Wet heat spread out through the fur between Cyn's thighs, and her hind legs pushed and kicked at the carpet as her body tried to raise itself up, up into the source of the pleasure and peak, before all - or at least most - of the energy dribbled out of her, separate from what dribbled out from her orgasm and into the carpet beneath her body. She'd have to get Auric to clean that out later.

For a moment the two just relaxed where they were, both somewhat shaky from the energy that had just pulsed through them, before the Glameow unsteadily wiggled her way off of Cyn and back over to the pillows. The Liepard took another moment to catch her breath and then rolled over as well, trying her best to maintain her strong, confident demeanor. It worked, at least until she laid eyes on the Glameow again.

Lying there on the pillows, half-sprawled out and comfortable maybe beyond reason, chest rising and falling in tired panting, sapphire eyes... half-lidded, satisfied. This time there was no draw of invisible strings pulling her forward, no magnetism keeping Cyn's eyes on those gems. The Liepard licked her lips and swallowed, then strode over towards the pillows - and was promptly met with that sandpaper tongue again, this time drawing up along her foreleg, her shoulder, her neck. The Glameow extended a paw out to direct the much larger feline into lying down beside her, and next thing she knew, Cyn found herself right in the middle of receiving a comfortable grooming from the cat.

It felt... nice.

Throughout and between gentle licks, though, her ears flicked with the sound of the Glameow's voice. "So..." she began, "how was that? Did you enjoy having someone else in control?"

Did she? Cyn rested her chin atop her paws and let her eyes drift shut, soft rumbling continuing in her throat and chest. She squirmed a little bit closer to the much smaller feline behind her. "Yeah. I did, I think."

"Definitely seemed like it... to me." The Glameow paused to give voice to a wide yawn.

"Though, you know, you've got a much... gentler hand with it than I do." There was a reason she kept all of those various flogs.

"The most comfortable collar and leash is often the one that you can't feel is there."

That would be something to keep in mind. Cyn gave the best attempt at a nod that her surprisingly tired body could manage.

Still, though, the Glameow went on: "Although, miss Cyn, I do imagine that your duties keep you busy, and you have places to be tonight..."

Another thing that she felt sure came from her own mind and heart - "I - well, there's... my Lucario, Auric, is..." Stumbling awkwardness included. She coughed. "I have some time I could spare."

A moment of quiet, before the Glameow settled more firmly in against her. "Good. So do I."