Avoiding the world of dishes for a little bit longer, the Eevee decides to take his time returning as he ventures around the lower-parts of the city. As the veil of night slowly blankets the bustling city, the building lights start to flicker to life, illuminating the busy cobblestone streets with street lamps and neon signs.
Pokémon of differing species walk on the busy streets, their voices mixing as one, drifting in the cool salty air.
So many establishments, reminding the Eevee of his city life back home. "Not that much different, actually," he whispers to himself as his stomach growls. He sighs. "Guess I'll go grab a bite. I wonder if there's takeout here."
He stands and tries to look at the many flickering signs on buildings, trying to find a good place to grab something eat. He settles on one with a shrug and pushes the wooden double doors open.
A Ponyta sitting near the entrance blinks at him. "Uh, you gonna eat here?"
The Eevee blinks at him, looks around, and notices the place is full of equine creatures. "Ahh..." He shakes his head and goes out the establishment, ignoring a few laughs erupting from the restaurant.
Picking another one, he crosses the street and enters the open door, the aroma of meaty grease hitting his nostrils instantly. Looking at the diners and confirming it's not full of birds or any other non-meat-eating creatures, he falls in line and looks up at their menu.
"Wouldn't hurt to eat meat every once in a while," he mumbles to himself as he squints his eyes, scanning the list of meals.
He doesn't feel like eating fish tonight, so he skips that part of the menu, although the Clamperl Stew catches his attention before he decides to move on.
The Milotic broth really catches his attention.
"I...guess it's still a fish anyway?"
Shaking his head, he then looks at the bird section. A few tickles his attention: roasted Pidgey, fried Ducklett, Combusken legs.
He blinks, rereading what the legs are made out of. Shaking his head, he continues on to the meat section, looking at the available steaks.
Rattata, Tauros, Miltank.
He blinks at that, and continues reading off the list of—
He quickly moves on to the other side of the menu, and finds himself reading on the exotic foods section, where his eyes widen as he scans the selection of food available, failing to realize that he's already next in line.
A bored looking Pokémon looks at him with a frown. "What are you having?" the Ekans asks in a bored tone.
"Holy shit," he whispers to himself as he continues to scan the items on the menu. "Uh, g-gimme a moment."
The Ekans groans and shakes his head. "You're holding the line, sir."
The Eevee shifts his gaze to random sections of the menu above, finding it difficult to stay calm. Machop thighs. Diced Meowth. Ekans barbecue. Gardevoir legs.
"They're all wild," the Ekans says, rolling his slitted eyes.
"Uuhhh, no." He violently shakes his head and hurries to the exit. "Sorry. I um, lost my appetite."
The snake shakes his head. "Freaking berry-huffers." He then throws a bored frown at the next Pokémon in line. "What are you having?"
Finally out of the place, he starts to hyperventilate. "Shit," he curses under his breath as he sits in an alleyway, away from the traffic. He closes his eyes. "Calm down, calm down..."
"Hey."
Startled, he opens his eyes and whips his head towards the source of the voice.
A Tyrogue hands him a flyer. "Here. You looked like you could use some release." He smirks. "If you catch my drift." He walks away.
He stares at his retreating form until he finally blends in with the sea of Pokémon on the streets and roads. Shaking his head, he looks at the paper handed to him and blushes. "What the fuck?!"
Pussies. So many of them. Female Pokémon revealing their best assets printed on black ink. He shakily turns the flyer and reads the text on the back, with a small city map at the very bottom as a guide.
One detail catches his attention the most. He blinks and flips the flyer around, and with great willpower, manages to focus on the expressions of the Pokémon.
Emotionless.
He shakes his head to clear his mind as he flips the flyer once more, and continues reading. Once he's done, his grip on the flyer loosens, until a breeze whisks it from his paws and into the city night air.
He turns and stares at the sea of Pokémon walking on the streets, until they become a blur as he is lost in his own thoughts...
...only to be broken by a cold drop of water from up above.
He blinks and looks up as a light drizzle starts to shower the city from the thin veil of clouds above.
Shaking his head, he stands up but stops when a running Pokémon enters the alleyway where he's in. "Oh, hey there," the Machamp greets him as he knocks on the door the Eevee didn't even realize was there. "You know you can just get in here if you knock, right?"
"Uh," the Eevee uh's as the door opens.
A Bisharp glares up at the fighting-type. "Oh, it's you again."
"Sorry I'm late," the Machamp says, and then points at the Eevee. "That guy's been waiting outside for a while. First time, probably."
"I'll take care of him," the Bisharp says as the Machamp enters through the door. Stepping out, the Bisharp glares sharply at the frightened Eevee. He groans and shakes his head. "Just get inside already." He turns around and enters as the rainfall becomes heavier.
"Shit," the Eevee says as he runs toward the open door. "Better than getting soaked out here."
The Bisharp closes the door and throws a towel at the Eevee. "Wait here," the Bisharp says as he walks away. "I'll go get someone."
After drying himself off, he places the damp towel on a chair and looks around the small and dim room. On the opposite end is a similarly dim hallway. His ears twitch to the muffled sounds rain outside and of...something as the Bisharp walks through the hallway and gestures for him to follow.
He sighs and walks after him. "What am I getting myself into?" he mumbles to himself as they walk through the hallway, the unknown muffled sounds getting louder but he still can't decipher what they are.
They enter another gloomy room, this time much larger than the previous. A few chairs by the corner, and a long desk where a Kirlia is seated behind it, talking to the lively Machamp.
The Bisharp points at a chair. "Wait there. Someone will be with you in a moment." He nods an apology. "Sorry. We're kinda booked so a lot of our workers are busy."
The Eevee smiles an awkward smile. "Er, it's fine."
"Right," the Bisharp walks back to the previous room. "Do enjoy yourself."
"I'll...try?" he whispers, his ears twitching to the Machamp's booming laughter. "...the fuck did he mean by that?" He turns and watches the scene.
The Machamp grins at the bored-looking Kirlia. "Alright, fine. Deal." He shakes his head as he pulls out his badge. "Damn it. I hate how you make such good arguments against mine."
The Kirlia shrugs as he turns around, now facing a crystal-looking stalagmite. "That's my job, you numbskull," he says in a monotone as he touches the rock. He closes his eyes, his entire body glowing slightly, and then the rock starts to glow from within itself. With that done, he turns back to the fighting-type with a frown. "Summon them."
Grinning, the fighting-type points his badge at the glowing rock. "Call, Kirlia."
A beam of light shots up from the stalagmite, bounces off of the ceiling and lands beside the Machamp, and summons a blinking Kirlia.
"She looks exactly like you."
"Thanks," the Kirlia behind the desk rolls his eyes. "Now my mirror's redundant. Joy."
The Machamp laughs and shakes his head. Pointing his badge at the rock, he summons two more Pokémon, a Dunsparce and a Swellow.
The Kirlia behind the desk frowns at him. "I told you that we don't need the Dusparce."
"Aw come on, dude..." the Machamp says, scratching his head as the light within the stalagmite fades. "I already summoned her, so you might as well, right?" He winks at him. "Adds variety, wouldn't you agree?"
He frowns at him. "I already argued your points, but fine," he rolls his eyes as he levitates his badge from him. Seconds later, he floats it back to him. "There." He then throws a bag of coins his way.
"Sweet." He collects his cash as a door from the opposite corner opens and in comes a Tangrowth. "Pleasure doing business with ya!" And he walks away, ignoring the curious looks of his summoned Pokémon.
"Hello, hello!" the Tangrowth greets the startled Eevee with a very energetic tone. "So very sorry for keeping you waiting, sir!"
"Er, yeah, it's, um..." He gazes at the Kirlia, who is leading the summoned trio through an opened door. "...fine?"
"Oh, we very much appreciate your patience!" the Tangrowth says, rubbing a few vines together as a few gestures for him to follow. "That is a rare trait from our clients these days! For that, I shall grant you fifty-percent off!"
"Please be a shop," the Eevee mumbles to himself as they enter through the door and into a large hallway, his drooping ears now assaulted to the sounds of very, very vulgar noises.
"Here we are," he says, stopping in front of one of the many closed doors in the hallway. He turns toward the normal-type. "Please, please," he says as he opens the door for him, revealing a gloomy and windowless room, and a single bed. "Make yourself comfortable, and once you find someone on our menu, just tap that buzzer by the bed."
He hesitates. "Um... Is it too late to back out?"
The Tangrowth laughs and slaps his ass hard enough to push him inside the room. "You'll get over your nervousness once you start your 'business' with one or a couple of our 'products'." He 'smiles' at him. "That I can guarantee you, my good sir!" And he closes the door.
Gritting his teeth, he rubs his aching bum as he tries his hardest to ignore the noises from the neighboring rooms while glaring down at his hardening cock poking out of his sheath. "Stay there," he hisses as he turns around and grabs the handle, but cannot turn it. "Shit."
He looks around, but fails to find a way to get out.
"Double shit."
He blinks.
"Wait, the badge worked." He rummages through his bag. "I read how to escape using the badge—aaand it's still with that goddamn fox." He slaps his face with a paw. "Damn it!"
He shakes his head, and sniffs.
"Huh?" He blinks and sniffs the air once again. "What's that smell?"
A red light flashes from the buzzer, and then a cracking noise erupts from the small speaker. "Hello, hello!" the Tangrowth's voice erupts from it. "Have you made your selection yet?" A chuckle. "If you are still nervous or are having second-thoughts, then fret not, my good sir, for I have you covered!"
His eye twitches as he tries to stay sober, covering his nose with his bag.
"The room should be filled with the smell of females in estrus at any moment." A chuckle. "It's on the house, so no need to fret for additional fees!" A pause. "Well, I will give you a few minutes to make a selection. Do take your time, but not too much!"
And the red light turns off.
"S-shit..." the Eevee curses, sweating, finding it very difficult to breath as he slaps the selection book down to the ground from the bed.
The book lands on the carpeted floor with a soft thud, opening to a random page, showing three black and white pictures of Pokémon in each page.
Growling, he presses the button as his eyes randomly land on one of the pictures. "T-the Heracross." He let's go of the button.
Maybe he can ask the bug to break the door down for him to escape.
...wait. Why would he want to do that?
The red light and the speaker come to life. "I must say, you have quite an...exotic taste for an Eevee." A whipping noise. "We shall bring your selection soon! We hope you shall experience your wildest fantasies tonight!"
His sight is getting hazy as something hard and slick pokes his underbelly. Groaning, he closes his eyes, removes his bag from his nose, sighs, and presses the button once again. "Actually, I changed my mind. Is that okay?"
"It is quite alright as you have not used the product yet, but please do make up your mind soon," the Tangrowth answers back with a slight annoyance in his tone.
He bites his tongue as he flips through the pages, and finally finds one. "T-the sooner I'm done here, the sooner I can get o-out," he grumbles as he presses the button. "...the Skitty."
"Ah, excellent choice, but I'm afraid our female one is servicing another client at the moment." A pause. "May I suggest an Eevee like yourself? I can guarantee you, she'll be a sight to behold."
"Fine, whatever." He sighs, resigning to his fate. "Just send her in," he says, glaring at his cock, now out and at full length, and twitching.
He carefully climbs up the bed, lies down on his back with his head on a pillow, and he carefully pokes his hardened cock. "For a small guy, I pack quite a package," he whispers to himself.
A beam of light suddenly falls down beside the bed, startling the Eevee. As soon as it appears, it disappears, leaving behind a sparkling white Eevee blinking blankly at him.
"Shit," he breaths out, his heart racing, mind blanking and his cock twitching. "You're a beauty."
The Eevee smiles, her eyes glossy as she climbs up the bed and stands beside him, her eyes fixated on his member standing proud and ready. She then leans her face close to it, sniffing it, and then starts to lick it.
He lets out a moan as he—
The speaker cracks to life. "We do hope you'll enjoy her, my good sir. We pride our products to show enough emotion of want, so—"
He groans as he slaps the button. "Shut up," he says, shivering as she continues to lap at his cock. "Oh god..." Gritting his teeth, his gaze catches something glistening. He glances at it and sees her puffy folds dripping. Pushing his upper body up with his front paws, he starts licking her wet lips with his tongue.
Her body shivering all over, she stops and lets out a needy whine.
He continues his assault, moving his tongue around her folds, and finally pushes inside her, sliding his tongue on her wet and warm walls, tasting and exploring her. Going on autopilot, he pushes his tongue further in, making her shiver once more.
Legs shaky, she collapses on the bed, letting out a cry as she erupts, her juicy nectar pooling on the sheets.
A moment of clarity hits him, and he pulls his numb tongue back as the white Eevee shakily stands back up on four shaky paws. "...what the fuck am I doing?" He closes his eyes and wipes the juices from his face, but then something wet and warm presses on his mouth, his eyes flying open in surprise.
A white paw brushes behind the back of his neck as the white Eevee locks him into a deep kiss, her tongue dancing on top of his. He tries pushing her back but finds himself falling on the bed with her on top, never breaking the kiss.
He glares at her, but then falls into bliss as she starts to rub her folds against his twitching rod. Lost in lust, he starts thrusting, grinding against her warm lips and soaked fur, until thick and hot strands of warm cum shot out of his babymaker, sandwiched between their furry undersides. Shot after shot of cum continue to stick on their furs, him groaning into the kiss until finally the white Eevee pulls back, a strand of saliva connecting their mouths, their gazes holding on one another as they take deep breaths.
Without a word, she slides off of him and starts licking the cum off of his fur and cock, while he just lies there, panting...
...and glaring at the ceiling.
He throws his paw towards the button. "I'm done."
He closes his eyes and sighs, ignoring the other Eevee who's busy cleaning him as his softening cock slowly slides back in his sheath.
The speaker cracks to life. "If I may be so bold to say, that was too fast, my good sir. Are you sure you don't want to have a few more rounds with our product? Or perhaps order another one? You are paying by the hour per product, after all."
He glares at the speaker and pushes the button once again. "I'm done," he repeats, more icily this time.
Almost immediately, a beam of light surrounds the white Eevee, and in a blink, she's gone.
He grabs the tissue paper he just noticed lying on the bed beside him, and starts cleaning himself up.
"That was boring," the Cyndaquil says, and sighs. "And before you say anything, yes, the dinner was great. It's just that..." She stops and sighs once again before looking at the starry sky. "It was so boring..."
The yellow Shinx sits on the damp cobblestone sidewalk and sighs, hanging his head low. "Sorry..."
"Not your fault." She looks back at him with a smile, and then nuzzles his neck. "I suppose what I'm trying to say is..." She pulls back and smiles at his startled look. "...let's not have a 'proper' date next time, because it was so boring."
He smiles a small smile and nods in understanding. "I get you."
She resumes her walk, the electric-type walking beside her. "At least now I know I'm not the 'have a proper date in a posh-looking restaurant' kind of girl." She looks at him and frowns. "Are you sure you don't want me to pay at least half of the bill? Because holy shit, that place sure looked expensive!"
Shino laughs and absentmindedly nuzzles his date's neck. "It's alright, Cindy." He pulls back and winks. "I did say this one's on me, right?"
"But it was so boring, and I feel bad!"
He smirks at her as they reach her apartment building's gated front. "Maybe you can make us both feel good tonight?"
She laughs and punches his shoulder as an angry Eevee walks by. "Not tonight, lover-boy." She nuzzles him, and he nuzzles her back. "But soon. Real soon," she whispers.
"Wait," he blinks and breaks out of the nuzzle with a blush. "You don't mean..."
She leans close to his ear and whispers, "I feel my heat coming soon, and I'd like it if you build them all up inside you and release them all in me until I'm bloated."
"You're very sick sometimes, you know that?" he says with a weak glare and a fierce blush as she laughs.
She turns and opens the gate. "See you tomorrow..." she trails off and looks at him. "...should we call each other in nicknames now?"
He blinks. "Hm..."
She shakes her head and closes the gate behind her. "Eh, whatever. I'll think of one as I drift to sleep." She smiles at him. "See ya tomorrow."
He smiles as well, small but the sweetest she's ever seen. "Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow. Sleep well."
Quickly catching her falling heart, she smirks. "You too, honeybun."
He frowns at her. "Please don't call me that."
She laughs as she walks toward the apartment's front door. Sharing one last look, she waves a paw before entering and closing the door behind her.
He takes a deep breath and exhales through his nostrils. That didn't calm him down as he clenches his eyes close and then jumps in place. "YES!" he yells, and then walks away with a spring to his steps. "I have a girlfriend!"
A few passersby roll their eyes while a few others congratulate him. Wholeheartedly or not, he doesn't care as he continues on his way with a goofy smile on his face.
He eventually walks by the angry Eevee and slows down to smile at him. "Hey, dude, cheer up!"
"Fuck off," he immediately says to him, making the yellow Shinx stop and blink as he continues on his way.
He tilts his head with a frown. "Gee, what's his problem?" He sniffs the air. "Smells like he had a good night, too. Wonder what happened." He shakes his head and continues on his way, finding it awkward as they both are heading towards the same direction with him lagging a few paces behind, until they reach the upper portion of the city.
He looks over his shoulder and stares at the Eevee walking up to the restaurant and knocking on its door despite the sign saying closed. Shaking his head, Shino continues on his way towards his apartment.
The door opens and the Eevee enters the establishment, ignoring the Pangoro. "Where've you been?" A scent enters his nose, and he grins. "So who's the lucky girl?"
He stops from climbing up the stairs, and makes a beeline towards the bathroom in the kitchen.
The Pangoro shakes his head and closes the door. "Fine, fine. None of my business, I guess."