FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Special thanks to Coldstone for a lot of help on this one, their editing and advice really pulled it together. Art done by BorkyDraws which completely blew me away. I hope all of you enjoy reading this one as much as I enjoyed seeing it come together.

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Solas furrowed his brows as a piercing noise grated against his ears like a jackhammer pushing cacnea spines into his skull. He flailed out with his wings, desperate to stop the noise. On his third swipe he finally stopped the alarm and took a deep breath. He didn't dare to open his eyes yet, the pounding in his head a warning against anything brighter than total darkness. He brought his claws to his face and rubbed gently against his eyes.

As he rubbed his temples he tried to recover some semblance of normalcy. He wondered why he felt like the aftermath of poor decisions and a fifth of whiskey. The answer came to him quickly, and he let himself piece together the events of last night.

Flirting, laughter and several naughty jokes, the smell of whiskey, the taste of another pokemon's lips. All of it came crashing in at once, the hazy memory of last night. He could still see the look on that Zoroark's muzzle as he did body-shots out of her navel. Too many body shots it seemed. The night ended with the creaking of springs, desperate moans, and several amazing finishes. When he finally placed all the memories in the right order he let out a groan, the memory of last night seemed to trigger all sorts of new aches in his body.

He had gotten completely hammered with the cute Zoroark who happened to be passing through. The two of them polished off a bottle of expensive pecha whiskey before he had fucked the dark-type in every single way. She left on shaky legs drooling his spunk from all of her holes, and by some miracle of Arceus he managed to fly home and collapse into bed... which also explained the sticky fur.

Slowly Solas opened his eyes and tested how much pain the day would bring. When he found that the sunlight through the window didn't hurt as badly as he feared he relaxed. He stared at the ceiling as he ran through the night a few more times, mostly seeing if he could remember the horny zoroark's name. Eventually he gave up, and to satisfy another curiosity he glanced at the clock.

"It's ten fourty-five? Arceus I missed the entire morning. I need to get ready for-" Solas scrambled to grab his phone from the dresser, moments later he let out a shaky sigh of relief and fell back into the sweet embrace of the pillows. He wasn't scheduled today, no getting ready for work required.

One of his favorite activities was to just let all the sounds of the world filter in, so he could pick through them bit by bit. It was immensely calming to sift through the noises that most pokemon couldn't ever hope to hear. Sounds painted a picture of the world around him, letting him "see" the noise. Three doors to the left, someone was humming in the shower, it was a familiar pop song that instantly burned itself into his brain. His ears twitched as there was a slam and a yelp, followed by swearing. He guessed a shampoo bottle to the paw from the hollow thud and perfect timing, served them right for getting such a catchy song in his head.

The floor below had a leaky faucet dripping loudly. They hadn't gotten it fixed for nearly two weeks, though he had overheard them call a plumber twice. The room next door to that had a tea kettle boiling and a shrill whistle followed a moment later, the soft sound of the occupant pouring tea followed soon after.

The room across from the tea-party had something entirely different. Normal sounds could make it easy to imagine scenarios, but these sounds painted a picture. Breathless panting, creaking springs, and dull rhythmic thuds. Warmth bloomed in Solas's stomach as he focused on the sounds, bringing the moans into greater clarity, the pace and tempo of someone else's morning fuck dominated his senses.

The noivern heard everything on his floor, and most things on the one below him. Constantly hearing his neighbors fucking was just a side effect of the process. The side effect wasn't helped by the fact that the dragon-bat was an unabashed voyeur. Despite his work he still loved to listen in. He slid his claws down to where his length had peeked out of his slit. He moved his 'palm' to rub the soft texture of his wing membrane against his sensitive member.

An errant thought passed through his head, and he chuckled at the thought that the Zoroark last night had sucked him dry, obviously that wasn't the case. He pressed his hands together and bucked upwards into the softness of his own wings, eavesdropping on the fun happening several rooms away.

He could hear the soft breathy moans of the couple. His ears twitched as he focused on the sound of their bodies meeting. If they were closer he would be able to hear more, but at this distance even his acute hearing wasn't enough. He timed his bucking to the sound of hips meeting hips, a bubbling thrill in his stomach from the act. His shaft ached from last night but he ignored the feeling, only focused on the sounds of his neighbors' needy whimpers.

As their passion increased, so did his own, he heard a female voice begging for a knot, followed by an increase in pace. He tried to think of who it could be begging so fervently to be bred, but as they grew closer to their peaks and he to his, he mostly thought of last night. Their finish was loud, he didn't know if it was imagination or if he could hear the 'pop' as a knot sank in. He rumbled as he heard both pokemon cry out and their orgasms were followed shortly by his.

Solas let out a shrill noise, a squeal of pleasure that was higher than most Pokemon's hearing registry as he came. The sound of his heart thundering in his chest drowned out the entire world as hot gushes of thick white spunk splattered against his fur. His cyan colored cock gave him quite the glaze as rivulets of seed slowly drooled down his chest. Solas panted softly as his heart rate slowly dropped back to normal and he waited for his body to cease being louder than the world around him. He was glad his neighbors couldn't hear the moans he made, even though he loved to hear each moan they made. He licked his claws clean of his fruity seed and huffed softly, he was going to need a shower badly after that.

An hour later and the Noivern was clean and dry once more. He sipped the last of a breakfast smoothie as he scrolled through his phone, waiting for the last of his fur to dry. Solas heard the click of the phone's mechanical pieces before the vibration even started and muted the ringer just in time, reducing what would have been a loud noise down to just the vibration.

"Solas are we still on for lunch today? I thought you said you'd be here at eleven thirty?"

Shit

"Hi to you too! Yeah yeah sorry Balsa! Had a late night last night, I slept in. Let me get my earplugs in, I'll be there in fifteen" Solas said, he set the phone down and rushed to pull on a vest. Most pokemon liked some sort of clothing when in public, and vests were one of the few options for him.

"You're lucky I have a long lunch! I got a table already and everything, are you going to just drop in?" Balsa continued talking, Solas had no trouble hearing it, even halfway across his apartment. He scrambled back to the phone,

"Yeah it shouldn't take me long at all" he finished. The Noivern grabbed his earplugs and carefully seated them in his ears. His natural fur could make a barrier to stop loud sounds and protect him in flight, but the day to day of Plaisir and the city required extra protection from the sheer amount of noise in life. The Noivern stepped into the hallway, locked the door and headed up the stairs towards the roof. He took a few running steps towards the edge and jumped off. The ground glared menacingly at him below, unable to reach up and claim him. He unfurled his wings and glided a bit, flapping to gain height as he passed over the cafe. The building was unassuming from the air, hiding the fun that happened within, or rather it did during the day. The nights often had plenty of activity on the roof, the balconies, or the gardens behind them.

His wingbeats carried him into the cool air, and had him soaring towards the city. He relished the feeling of the air no matter how many times he flew. An added benefit of being able to fly was that traffic was a nonissue. As he reached the city there were plenty of other pokemon flying around the tall buildings, though it was easy to keep a safe distance. Solas tucked his wings in and dove, resisting the urge to let out a screech as he did, airspace restrictions in the city were tighter than they were when he was a kid after all, and nobody wanted to hear him yelling.

He dropped to a proper altitude, and wove his way through the familiar buildings. He finally reached his target and dropped, his legs popped out to brace as he glided down and came to a stop with a couple short steps. He spotted the familiar outline of a certain Floatzel; he could even see Balsa's tails wagging already as he walked up.

Solas plopped his rear into the seat across from Balsa and curled his tail around the wrought iron patio furnishings the restaurant offered. Solas could tell that the Floatzel was already just brimming with excitement. Balsa hit him with a very short greeting before launching off into conversation.

"You're just lucky you can fly, if I overslept it would take me an entire thirty minutes just to get here, and I live downtown! Half my lunch break would be gone just to get here. Luckily I can walk here from work in fifteen!. You can fly here from your new place that fast? Where did you even manage to move to?" Balsa spouted off in rapid succession, the water type had a reputation for being bubbly in his mannerisms and he often could carry on a conversation on his own unless interrupted.

"You tell me i'm lucky that I can fly every single time we go out." Solas said with a grin, and he stuck his tongue out at the otter. " And the new place? It's a little apartment complex out of town, Pokemon friendly, they rent me the one nearest the roof."

"You still should have called me to help you move! Didn't even tell me until after." The Floatzel said with a mock frown.

"I told you it wasn't very bad~ I got a good deal since the last tenant left all the furniture, I lucked out in the sense that it's the right size. Plus I help them deliver some mail and packages since I can fly, so I get a discount." Solas lied through his teeth of course. The real reason was the hefty discount Atlas Apartments offered to Cafe Plaisir staff, and the fact that almost all the tenants were involved with the cafe somehow.

"Wow, I should see if they'll offer me a discount to help them out, my apartment sucks, it's squashed underneath human apartments in the extra space the building had and Its too loud for me, I could only imagine it would drive you insane. It must be quiet where you live" Balsa said, before the two were interrupted by the server. The plucky lucario took their orders, and Solas could hear as the waiter groaned quietly, wishing for their shift to be over. Even with his earplugs in the bat heard much more than he was supposed to.

"I'm not sure, and it's not that it's quiet at my place, its that I have some soundproofing up. The whole apartment is covered in foam to make it more manageable." The lie was a simple one, after all who admits to leaving your bedroom open to all the sounds of the neighbors so that you can enjoy listening to them bang. Solas realized his mind was wandering back to the morning and snapped back to the conversation. "How's your job going at the city park?" Solas asked, he hoped to draw the attention away from his job and living space, especially with the two so closely linked.

"It's treating me well enough, manager is an ass, but he's strict because we're lifeguards. I got lucky to even get the position, city park is sought after by a lot of 'mon. Beats customer service though! Oh... sorry, no offence"

"None taken, I enjoy my job enough. The cafe is fair, night shift is a dream~ I always find something to fill the hours." Alarm bells rang in Solas's head, why had he said it that way? That was how he talked with customers, he even gave Balsa the half lidded eyes and a sultry stare on reflex. It didn't look like he had noticed though. Solas watched as the Floatzel kept chatting away, the subtle rush of blood filled his ears, the thud of his heart grew louder. He watched as Balsa gestured wildly, seeing the muscle the Floatzel packed under his poofy exterior. He had always thought of Balsa as attractive, but now he saw him as hot. He went down the runaway train of thought, quickly arriving at imagining his crush in a variety of sexual situations.

"Solas. Solaaas~ Earth to flight control, anyone home in there?" Balsa called, and waved a paw in front of the dragon's nose. The Noivern sputtered and blushed as he realized their food had arrived and he had still been staring at the Floatzel instead.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry! Like I said I had a really late night. I'm just a bit out of it today" The dragon-bat said, before he started on his meal.

About halfway through the meal, Balsa looked around before he leaned across the table and whispered.

"So, I wanted to ask you, some of the guys at work have been talking about this place they go to. It's a cafe out of town, and it's basically a brothel. Have you heard anything about it? I know you hear literally everything" Solas heard his own heart rate climbing rapidly. It thundered so loud that his earplugs did more harm than good.

_Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Fuck. _

"No, I haven't heard anything about Plaisir before, I figure something like that would absolutely be the kind of thing people whisper about, and those things are what I tend to hear. Think maybe they were just pulling your tails?" He let out a shaky breath and tried to regain his composure. Balsa paused for a moment, and then scooted back to his seat, it looked like the Floatzel was thinking.

"Yeah, you're probably right, that does sound pretty out there. Who would bother to open a brothel out here in the middle of nowhere. I guess I wanted to invite you along to see if it's real, but that won't be an issue Kind of stupid right? I thought it would be fun. I was gonna check it out tomorrow, but do you want to come over and watch a movie or something instead?" Balsa asked as they polished off the last of their meal. Solas felt his heart rate return to normal, the crisis had been averted.

"I'd love to, but I'm working a double tomorrow, I'll be out late, today is my only day off this week." Solas said, just as he finished the rest of his meal as well.

"Oh well that's a shame, text me your schedule for next week whenever you get it then, It's been like a month since we hung out"

"Balsa we went to the pool last friday" Solas said with a grin, Balsa's muzzle flushed red with a blush

"Oh, that's right, well we should still hang out more. It's nice to have you around, it gets super boring here in the city without you." The Floatzle's tails were bumping against the chair, Solas could hear the soft thuds. Why did the bashful otter have to be so cute, it made it hard to focus on anything other than him.

"I will! I agree we should get out together more often. Feels like everything has been busy lately." Of course it had nothing to do with the fact that the bat spent most of his nights tangled in the limbs of horny clients. Turns out that time just flies when you are having fun.

The two chatted idly for a short while longer before the Floatzel had to go off to return to their workday. Balsa gave him a hug that lasted just a little longer than expected, and Solas took to the skies once again, he had a few stops to make for groceries and a couple of treats. Shortly after, the noivern landed in front of one of the more upscale pokemon clothing shops, tucked his wings back and walked in. Solas always felt a thrill from clothes shopping, where most pokemon needed something to look polite, or needed something nice for business, Solas shopped to excite. Vests and ties that hugged his form and gave him another level of allure were his favorite.

He picked out a black and silver vest and a new addition, an emerald green bowtie. In the changing rooms he could already tell that the new outfit was going to work well, it wasn't quite the normal green vests that Plaisir wait staff wore, but the green bowtie stood out perfectly against his white fluff. The vest was slimming and helped draw attention to the purple of his belly. It hugged his curves and naturally made attention drawn lower, which is exactly what the dragon-bat wanted. He paid for the two items and continued on his grocery list, making a few stops for food.

When he finally arrived home he popped his earplugs out and hung them by the door, relishing the quiet of his house. Solas put everything away, and hung his new vest up, ready for work tomorrow. He made himself dinner, and used the rest of the night to treat himself. A few minutes later he sank into a warm bath, the rather expensive pecha and rawst shampoo made the entire room smell like a smoothie shop. He laid back against the rim of the tub and let out a huff, he hadn't stopped thinking about Balsa all day. The Floatzel had been his crush for over a year now, and his best friend for much longer than that. He couldn't help how he felt when the otter was around. Today had just been the first time he had been so brazen about it, and the feeling left him jittery. He had no idea how to tell his friend, and his crush that he slept with someone new each day, but he endeavored to find a way soon.

The next night the familiar thud and thump of bassy music permeated through Solas's entire body through his earplugs. The music made his head rattle in a familiar and thrilling way. His whole body vibrated alongside the music owing to his hypersensitive hearing. He made his way through the bar, and his tail slithered along behind him. Sometimes it passed over legs, laps, or teasingly alongside someone's rear. It had been a slow night for him. Flirting and the occasional teasing grope had him in the mood, but nobody had taken the extra step.

He delivered drinks to a table, and gave a particularly attractive houndoom a wink, noting as their attention followed the lines of his vest, and they firmly focused on his crotch. He flirtatiously raised his tail as he walked away. He returned to the bar with an empty tray, only to see a delivery ticket to a room. Excitement burned through his stomach, their order was simple, two blueberry daiquiris and a red ticket. Someone had reserved his entire night.

Sometimes Solas would ask about his clients before he got to the rooms, but today he was looking forward to the mystery. He enjoyed the thrill of not knowing if he was going to be stuffing someone until they could take no more, or if someone was going to take him for a spin and in a few rare occasions it had been both. He tightened up the new bow-tie and grabbed the drink tray, holding it carefully in a clawed wing as he made his way down to the room in question. He knocked twice and stepped in,

"Special delivery~" he called, pushing his rear into the room first in as teasing of a manner as he could, though walking backwards also helped him with the tray, lacking proper thumbs and arms made carrying things hard sometimes. He heard a gasp, and it was far too familiar to his ears. There were excited thumps against the bed, two beats, one after another. Two pokemon? No, the beats were too close and matched, only one gasp, only one pokemon... two tails. He heard a heart rate loud enough that his earplugs didn't mask it, and the dragon knew before he even turned around.

"H-Hey Solas, thought you'd never- uh. Never heard of the place right?" Balsa sat on the edge of the bed, the Floatzel's muzzle bright red from blush. Both their paws tucked between their legs. As Solas turned around, his stupefied expression became a grin, in the dim mood lighting of the room there was one of the hottest Floatzels he had ever seen. The scent of arousal was heavy in the room, it proved Balsa knew exactly what he was here for.

At that moment Solas realized his mistake, at lunch he had named the cafe, and Balsa hadn't.

"Nope, cant say that I've ever heard of a cafe where pokemon come to fuck~" He said with a huge grin, before he let out a shaky sigh. "Guess the jig is up, I'm a very special kind of waiter, at a very special kind of cafe." Solas said, setting the tray by the bedside, he stood in front of Balsa, the smaller male's scent was intoxicating, far more than the drinks he had brought. Solas felt himself reacting, and he was powerless to stop it. The building excitement of the day reared its head as he drowned in his friend's scent. The cyan tip of Solas's cock pushed free of his slit as he leaned in towards the otter.

"Is it okay that I ordered you? I didn't know if you-"

Solas silenced him with a kiss, his wings curled around to pull the Floatzel into a hug, and when he pulled away he could see the dazed look of arousal on Balsa's face. The otter let out a long shaky breath. "That was so much better than I was imagining." Balsa grabbed one of the daquiris and downed the entire glass in a single chug, the feat left Solas raising an eyebrow at the fact the Floatzel could take that much liquid at once.

"Good thing we mix our drinks lightly, I would rather you be sober so you can feel everything." Solas licked his lips and eased in to nibble the edge of the Floatzels ear. He felt the otter shiver under his touch, only making his cock grow harder. He hadn't felt this dominant in months, but something compelled him to let out a low warbling growl into Balsa's ear. "I've wanted you like this for a long time~"

"Not as much as I have" Balsa said, their voice a sultry tone.

Solas jolted as he felt paws grasp at his cock, and he pulled back to look down, Balsa hadn't heard a thing he said, instead Floatzel's eyes were wide and starry, his muzzle hanging open with a thin line of drool from the corner. His paws stroked Solas's large cock almost reverently, the tapered shaft ended in a soft semi-pointed tip. His cock had a number of soft ridges on the underside, and Balsa seemed to be focusing on them.

Solas watched transfixed as his friend explored his cock. The webbed paws running up and down his length, gliding over every inch of him like he was a fragile piece of artwork. He couldn't deny that the otter's paws felt great, perfectly soft and warm as they ran over his length but he needed more.

Balsa brought his mouth forwards and latched onto the dragon's tip just as he had opened his maw to ask, earning another gasp. With how large he was Balsa didn't have to get up from the bed, he could easily suck the noiverns cock while remaining seated, much to Solas's delight.

Solas pulled his earplugs out, and the world snapped into another level of clarity. The rooms themselves were all soundproofed, only serving to intensify what he heard inside. The slick sound of Balsa's tongue twirling around his cock sounded like the crackles of a campfire and he could hear Floatzel's heartbeat pounding away at rapidash speeds.

He placed a clawed hand on the back of Balsa's head and encouraged the otter to take more of his cock, which he seemed to have no trouble doing. He heard in exquisite detail as the smaller male swallowed around his cock. Suddenly his own heart rate pounded in his ears as Balsa began to bob on his thick dragon length. One of the sounds in the room had vanished and Solas tried to puzzle out what it was. Something was missing from the normal tapestry of noise.

The realization that Balsa was holding his breath as he took more into his muzzle. He sank deep onto his cock and the noivern shuddered. The sudden rush of pure unadulterated dominance that filled his body made Solas growl once more, his cock pulsing in the otter's maw. A heavy spurt of precum filled Balsa's mouth, and he swallowed it without any resistance.

"F-Fuck. Have you done this before?" Solas moaned, being floored by the feeling of his friend taking cock like a seasoned Plaisir waiter. The otter paused, releasing the cyan shaft as he pulled away, a thin string of precum connecting his muzzle to Solas's tip. Balsa leaned in and licked the

"Ah, only with my toys. Tonight I was going to uh- try things out... for the first time." He said, the blush on his muzzle was so deep that it stood out through his fur. Solas couldn't quite believe what he was hearing though, an opportunity to be the first cock his friend handled.

"Are you okay with it being me?" The dragon asked, his heart hammering as he waited for a response. Balsa gave a little shy chuckle,

"I uh... came here last week, and saw you working. I knew it was you I was going to order at that moment. Originally I was hoping to get some experience before I asked you. But you were already here!" Balsa admitted. Solas didn't have much of a response, only to pull the otter into a kiss once more, the dragon's tongue invaded the smaller pokemon's mouth as he kept his muzzle locked to Balsa's. He could taste himself on Balsa's tongue, and the fire it lit in his belly burned hot enough that he knew things needed to progress.

"I uh... sort of dreamed you'd walk through those doors some day, or that i'd take you out on a date. I never could think to explain my job, and I worried you would want this. But now all I can think about is how badly I want you." Solas pushed the otter onto his back gently, and the dragon kneeled at the edge of the bed, his long cyan tongue wrapped around the otter's tapered shaft, sliding all the way down to the base and back up again. He delighted in the flavor of his friend, licking up the drool of precum that soaked his shaft. However his real goal was yet to be reached, Solas gripped the otters rear and lifted him up, earning a surprised gasp as he spread the otters rear. His tongue ground against the otter's tailhole, circling the tight ring before lazily snaking up to tease at the otter furry balls. Balsa moaned loudly as the dragon alternated between the two a few times, but he let out a squeal as that cyan tongue pushed into his rear, spreading him open.

"You taste like cheri berries... I think i know that brand of lube" Solas said with a chuckle, before he buried his tongue into his friend once more

"Y-yeah I prepped before I. Ah! Came!" The otter cried out as the dragon's tongue pressed against his prostate, his entire body shivered and shook as his tails spasmed weakly. Sols watched as the floatzels cock throbbed and twitched, several spurts of watery precum fired onto the noivern's face. He pulled back to lick his muzzle clean of some of the pre, enjoying the muted flavor of the cute otter on the bed. He stood up, getting a better look at the dazed look on Balsa's muzzle. The otter snapped to attention when the pointed head of Sola's cock pressed against his tailhole. The noivern heard him inhale sharply, and his tails wagged faster against the bed. "D-do it~ Fuck me Solas"

The dragon couldn't resist the invitation. A growl rumbled in his throat and he pushed forward, he watched the otters muzzle hang slack-jawed as a moan escaped him. He, he kept pushing, inch after inch into the tight passage. The gripping warm walls surrounding his cock earned a heavy spurt of precum, splashing against the otter's insides. Balsa panted and moaned in unison until Solas finally hilted, each of his ridges slipping in with a slick noise that proved to be music to the bat's sensitive ears.

He could feel the otter clenching around him. A warm vice of slick and tight flesh that seemed to fit him in a way that no other client ever had. Solas felt warmth bloom through his stomach, a sort of connection he didn't normally feel, that served to make this special. He gave the otter a few seconds to get used to his girth, before he pulled back for the first time. The soft shuddery gasp that escaped Balsa's muzzle kept the flames roaring in the noivern's belly, and as he pushed back in he was rewarded with a squeak and a moan. Balsa didn't say anything as Solas started to thrust into him again and again, slowly building into a decent rhythm.

The Floatzel was too busy panting and moaning, the dragon could feel every twitch and shudder, and he could hear his friend's heart thunder in his chest as he grabbed Balsa's hips tighter. Solas started to thrust faster, hilting himself inside his best friend each time his hips swung forwards. His tail lashed around behind him as he panted softly, the sounds of the room so clear and intense that they almost hurt... but the slightest bit of pain only served to intensify his pleasure. He didn't mind that his ears throbbed softly when Balsa moaned too loudly, he wanted more, he wanted to hear every pleasured noise the adorable otter could make.

Solas eventually slowed, and pulled himself free, earning a confused noise from his friend. His thick cyan shaft throbbed as he grabbed Balsa's hips and turned him over, bending him over the bed and leaving the floatzel face down in the sheets.

"O-oh this is it~ oh fuck" Balsa said, hastily presenting his rear, his twin tails twitching as he tried not to wag them. Solas lined up and pushed himself in earning another breathless cry from his lover. The dragon-bat built up to a fast pace, the slick sounds of sex muffled by the muted thwack of his hips agains Balsa's the otter's panting breath growing faster as Solas drilled him into the bed with no mercy.

"Ha-Harder!" Balsa cried, barely more than a strangled breathy moan. Solas hardly felt the sound coming until it left his throat, he let out a possessive growl and buried himself to the hilt grinding hard at the deepest reaches of Balsa's slick rear. He pulled back and resumed his fast and deep pace. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, the sheer tightness of Balsa's ass was too much. He kept hammering away at his best friend's rear until he heard Balsa's breath catch. He knew what was coming and gave it his all.

The Floatzel put both their paws over their muzzle as a bubbly stammered moan left his mouth. It culminated as Balsa yelled Solas's name, shortly before the first powerful clench around his cock. Thin spurts of watery Floatzel cum exploded against the sheets, each spurt resulting in a hard milking clench around Solas. The dragon couldn't hold back any longer and with a high pitched cry he tipped over the edge. He unleashed everything he had in the poor otter's rear. Explosive spurts of hot dragon spunk flooded him, quickly filling his rear in the first few spurts. He felt warmth wash over his cock as he filled his Floatzel to capacity. The next spurt forced cum to drool out around the base of his cock, matching in time to the otter's milking clenches. When his orgasm finally tapered off he was panting hard, his claim already pouring from Balsa's ass.

Solas gasped as he realized that Balsa was still cumming, a puddle of spunk having already soaked into the sheets. Each clench made the dragon's knees shudder as his friend kept milking his sensitive cock. Solas couldn't take much more of this, shuddering as he leaned over his friend, moaning into the buizel's ears as the water type kept him locked in a sensitive embrace.

When Balsa finally stopped milking him, he gently pulled out, earning gasps from both of them as each of his sensitive ridges popped free, bringing dragon spunk with them. The noivern stumbled a bit as he wiggled to the side of the bed and sat down, panting hard as he looked over at Balsa. The Floatzel had shakily gotten to all fours, his head was still down and panting, sticky cum coated his belly, obviously he had been pressed into his own mess. A drool of thicker spunk ran down the otter's inner thigh, proof of his claim.

"Are- are you okay Balsa?" Solas asked, suddenly overcome with worry that he had been too hard on the otter.

"Hah- I- I've never cum that hard in my life!" He said, looking up at the noivern with a dazed grin. "You are amazing at this... I don't think its possible to have a better first time, Arceus, I can still taste you even! My toys are nowhere near this good, sure they're filling But I can just feel how warm you are inside me, and when you came? I saw stars! I can feel so much of it!" Solas couldn't help but chuckle, offering a wing to help as Balsa got up, trying to avoid the literal puddle he had made on the bed

"I came a lot? I think you were a little too pent up, next time i'll be able to skip lunch and just have you instead" He said, batting his eyes at his friend, earning a solid blush from the dragon.

"I don't really think I can afford this aga-" Balsa started to say, but Solas put a single claw to his lips

"I've wanted to do this for a long time... You can have this whenever you want, no charges. I'd really like to uh. Like- uh. Like you. Arceus that came out dumb" Solas said, his face a reddish tint to match Balsa's. The otter simply crawled over and pulled him into a kiss.

"I know what you mean, big softie bat"

"As long as you're okay with what I do for work... I mean I have sex with people."

"As long as you still have some left for me then I don't mind at all. Plus you're horribly expensive, so it can't be that many people right?" Balsa said, hopping off the bed, and finally inspecting the mess that coated him

"Oh you bought out my entire night, it's usually not that bad. You got the VIP treatment... you're mine for the whole night" Solas said, standing and stretching his wings. His half hard cock coated in slick fluids throbbed gently. After all, the noivern rarely had only one round.

"Wait what?!"

Three weeks later

Solas stretched his wings out to silence the alarm that blared on his nightstand. The grating noise drilled into his head like a swarm of beedrill once again. He rolled over and brushed up against soft fur. He yawned, and let his claws lazily trace through the orangish tan fur.

Eventually its owner stirred, and Balsa stretched out, his tails thumping against Solas's thigh. The noivern snuggled in closer to the Floatzel, keeping his eyes shut tight and listening to the world around them letting the barely noticeable sounds rush in.

The floor below finally had their faucet fixed, but now it sounded like their ceiling fan squeaked. That was going to annoy him until it went away. Three doors to the right someone was playing the new shooter game that had come out... and losing badly judging by the amount of swearing. The claims that they didn't make controllers for pokemon was a false one, but it seemed like they needed to vent. The room across the hall however was another story and captured the bat's interest immediately, the soft sound of a shower hardly muffled the wet slaps of hips meeting hips. Loud desperate moans and someone begging for more would be loud enough for that room's neighbors to hear, much less the noivern. Solas felt warmth flood his belly, his cock pushed free of his slit and bumped into a particular Floatzel, gliding through soft fur as he got hard. The sounds from across the hall were soon drowned out by the thumping of Balsa's tails against the bed.

"3A or 4C this time?" Balsa asked, pushing his rear back against the noivern, letting the thick length nestle between his cheeks

"The ones across the hall"

"Just started? Or are they close to the finish"

"Sounds like they're just getting into it. A bit more now, lots of begging. "

"Good~ Why don't you show me what I'm missing." The floatzel said, one of his paws grabbing Solas's cock and pressing the tip against his rear. "You're not the only one who wakes up horny you know, I can't help it when i'm visiting you"

Solas let out a teasing growl and held his boyfriend close, relishing the gasp from the Floatzel as he was filled. Neither of them had work today... perfect for sleeping in.