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The 'Nip

By Dark Violet

Contains: Incest, Drug Use, Dubcon

Sinister tapped the small plastic pot in her paw. This was gonna be good.

The Mightyena grinned in the purple-hued twilight of the room. Beyond the slanted windows pink lights gently pulsed, and a low thumping was all that could be heard of the ambient music of Captivate, Plaisir's strip club. Down there, a heart-drenched stage show was planned for Valentine's night - whatever that meant at a brothel like Café Plaisir. But up here in this curtained-off, cushion-strewn VIP room, it was dark, removed, muffled; a secret hideaway from it all.

She sat on the blanket she'd dragged from their room, spread now across the cushions and right up against the bare-brick walls. She tapped one claw against her own contribution to Valentine's night plans. The dusty, dried leaves inside bounced at the touch.

Arceus above, she wanted to open it.

They'd not managed to get their paws on any of it for a while. Plaisir's management had been stepping up their scrutiny - or, at least, that new Lycanroc security guard had a nose for their previous channels. She bet that fucker was just enjoying it all for himself. Hah - maybe she should try gettin' into security too. Seemed pretty cosy...

But hell, in the meantime, she had to make do with the Furret who ran the shop, all slicked fur and too-wide smile and ways to get things. He'd charged twice what it usually cost even after her growls, and even then, the fact that it came through his Salandit helper was a mite concerning - that little nymphomaniac had a poorer work ethic than Sinister herself did, so where she got it, she didn't want to know...

But she didn't need to. They had some 'nip, and so, now did Sinister.

Slowly, she cracked open the small spout on the lid. The first trails of the musty, leafy scent spilled over her muzzle, and it took all her self-control not to breathe too deeply. Y'had to be careful with this stuff, after all, even if her nose urged her to stuff her muzzle inside and inhale that delightfully mind-numbing leaf all at once... but no. No, she could wait, and Dex couldn't be more than a few minutes away anyway, so it was time to get drawing; the blanket her canvas, the herb her pen, the look on Dex's face her gift. Well, one of many...

She just had to be careful not to spill-

* * *

Dextus trotted down the corridor at the back of Captivate's VIP rooms. He snorted at the drifting, sickly saccharine sounds of the stage show below - Valentine's was amusingly busy for the Café, and they should have been on shift, but a few pressure points on the right waiters (the smaller ones, that is) and it was "no sir, no problem" to swap. Being himself... it had advantages, y'know?

And as late as he was, and as much as his back and shoulders ached from hours of ferrying overly-fruity drinks, the promise of the pink-curtained room ahead sent tingles through his legs. Ah, get yourself a girl who can do that to you, he mused, even if you've known her all your life. Oh, her scent was on the air...

Only it... wasn't. Well - perhaps it was, but the overwhelming smell of something... heavier, duller, suffusing its way down the corridor instead. He frowned. Fuck - she wasn't supposed to get stuff so potent... if management found out again, they'd just have another way of getting this stuff cut off. He nose aside the curtain-

"Oh," he muttered. A smile caught at the corner of his black lips. "Hah."

Dusty green leaves spelt 'Bitch' in elegant cursive letters on the familiar-smelling blanket in delicate lines. The love-heart surrounding the letters was similar - reserved, artful, even sleek and stylish...

...and half-finished, with the top of the love-heart ending abruptly in a spilt-open pot, lid half-buried under a mound of green, pungent herbs, tooth marks just visible where it had buckled beneath Mightyena jaws.

But the most eye-catching of all was Sinister.

Perhaps she'd been intending to lounge indulgently, seductively, at the head of her artistic creation. A fine opening to their plan for a smooth night of gleeful passion, buoyed with just enough 'nip to keep them floaty and giggly as the show went on below...

But instead, his dark-furred sister was spilled across the blanket, body tilted at an impressive right angle, legs sticking in different directions like a drunk spider and wavering back and forth in the dim light. Her black shape tumbling across the blanket messed up the 'h' of 'Bitch' with a tail held aloft in mid-wag. Drool hung from her half-open muzzle, fangs twitching in 'nip-flavoured air, a streak of the green herb coating her tongue spilling out across the ground.

Beneath a river of shining black mane, one yellow eye slowly turned towards Dex and refused to focus.

Dextus' smile stretched past his eyes. "Having fuuuun...?"

Sinister's muzzle twitched, lips working around the ghosts of words. When they proved too challenging, she lapsed into a dull grin.

Dextus slipped inside, moving to her side. It took several seconds for the eye to follow him.

"You are out of it, aren't you...?" Dextus snickered, nosing at her ear. "Helloooo...?"

"A..." Sinister managed, the sound slow and slurred. "How long 've... you been here...?

Dextus dragged his gaze along the familiar curves and arches of her sprawled body. Her fur, so typically messy, was particularly unkempt as it flowed down her underbelly, and even the peaking rows of pink teats were flecked with bits of dull green. Her legs were uncannily still, hanging so peacefully in the air, and everything seemed to direct flowing, eager attention towards the small, peaking pink flesh nestled amongst the coarser, darker fur of her crotch.

As if Dex needed time to consider. Drool already dripped from his muzzle, and he quickly let it fall onto his paw for use as makeshift lube.

Sinister groaned and muttered something unimportant as Dex pulled her hips around, the 'Bitch' brushed away by her thick back fur, her legs waving like upended pendulums. Dex chuckled to himself, watching her face as he slicked the peeking tip of his pink shaft with a saliva-coated paw. "You okay, my sweetest...?" he goaded, seeking his target through the thick fur.

That eye swivelled toward him, unblinking. The mouth moved again. "D... Dex..."

He tossed his mane, fur waving over his head. "Hey beautiful..." he muttered, pressing her thighs just a little further apart for better access. "You feeling okay?"

"How... long... 'v' you been here...?" Her head rolled to the side as he lifted her hips up, and the eye slipped off him.

Dex chuckled to himself, lining up his shaft, leaving a trail of pre leading down to her tailhole. It wasn't his preferred choice - but thing was, it wasn't Sinister's preference either, and what's the point in taking advantage of someone if you're not gonna do something like this?

Anyway - it's nothin' she wouldn't do.

He cackled softly again as he hooked his paws around her hips, his slick tip just teasing her warm inner walls. Beyond the windows, a muffled melody swirled to an energetic bridge. Sinister's muzzle moved again, and she blinked for the first time since he'd arrived. "...Dex... hell you playin'...?"

Dex slid his tongue around his fangs, jaws hanging open, and pressed inside.

The warm walls were always such a delightful welcome. As his shaft sank inside her, his muzzle hung open with a lolling tongue. His eyelids fluttered, and he drank in the sensations as he eased himself deeper into the yielding, unresisting body beneath him, balls tingling with the need to spurt already, to shove deep, deep in until the knot swelled and locked them together- ...but no. No, he had all the time in the world. He had the whole evening, to indulge himself, to give Sinister the loving Valentine's gift she deserved-

She jolted once, and Dex fought to stay standing at the sudden jerking limbs. But drugged or not, those legs had muscles honed by a battler's upbringing - and then he was crashing into the ground, and his nostrils were filled with a musty, grassy smell.

He blinked hard, paws clenched tight to keep his shaft inside his sister. He coughed, licking his lips instinctively to rid himself of what had stuck onto his face.

It was then his brain caught up with his actions, and he noticed the coating of 'nip all over his muzzle.

"...Oh," he muttered to himself, staring at the mess of 'nip all over the blanket. The streaks of green leaves swirled around each other, dancing an elegant waltz to the music outside.

"...Sh-... sshhhhhiiihh..."

And then Dextus fell onto Sinister - and the night became nothing but warm walls, and swirling colours, and whirling fragments of foggy, warm thoughts, half-caught in each other's awkward limbs.

Happy Valentine's...