Cushioning the Blaze [Animation]

Blaze towered over him, looking as much a mountain as he ever did. Reared up on his massive haunches as he was, he actually put the October into shadow.

Standing in front of the large Typlosion, October felt a little put-upon, and indeed, he felt the burning gaze of that towering Typhlosion passing right over his head and landing heavily on the Ninetales' broad hips. A top for the most part, most of the customers October did allow to top him had earned the right through friendship or conquest. Blaze had bought the favour with a crate of rum and through the admiration of Café Plaisir's Typhlosion CEO for the professional battler.

And speaking of his job, October knew he shouldn't complain. Regular customers were good for the stats, so the managers insisted on telling him. Renowned customers even more so, October's three battle-Pokemon customers making up for a profusion of weekly transgressions, so he was told. But October didn't care about his stats anywhere near as much as his pride. And his pride was aching.

The Typhlosion rumbled, "I have returned."

"So you have," answered October, curtly. Answering what was obviously a prompt with a cue of his own, his low, swishing tails showing his irritation.

Blaze however, despite his prowess in the arena, was as resilient to hints as injury. "I would like to mount you. Do I have to buy you the rum first?"

October's tails lashed about irritably. Professionally speaking, he knew he should just take the stat boost, the Typhlosion and the generous implied tip. Not caring about his stats however, October had to ask. "Look, why me? We have a lot of other waiters. We haven't clicked. It's not like we talk much during sex. Do you even like me?"

The big brute looked confused, but answered. "You are the right size. You are warm. You are comfortable to lie on. You feel good. I have used you before. Triton was right about your durability. I like you. I think you are good."

October stared through the Typhlosion during their attempt positive review. It was telling. Triton had been a punishment from Firenze for Bite Club, whom he had formed a grudging respect with and who had apparently bragged about him. Zapps Costarr, the large Vaporeon's equally-large Jolteon rival had hired October pretty much to spite Triton and compete over something extra. Blaze however had apparently taken Triton's declaration as a suggestion, and immediately clung to the prideful Ninetales as a comfort item.

"You don't need a proud Ninetales like me," muttered October, "You just want to use my body to masturbate with. You don't need me..."

Flames pulsed as Blaze growled, his temper flaring suddenly and causing nearby customers to duck back in fright. "You KNOW my Trainer forbids masturbation," rumbled the huge Typhlosion, and that IS why I NEED YOU."

Wide eyed, October wondered if the big idiot would set the Café on fire before he explained the subtleties to them properly.

"October!" snapped Pouncer, the Morning Shift manager seeming to appear from no-where to shout at him, the Grovyle's pointed claw pointing towards the stairway, "Just take your customers upstairs, right now! You and I both know you'll both enjoy it so STOP causing trouble and DO your JOB!"

"Who's causing trouble here!?" snapped the Ninetales, before looking between the angry Grovyle and Typhlosion before turning toward the stairwell with a sigh. "Alright alright, time to go play fuck-cushion for the big boy... dear oh dear no-one around here seems to consider a Ninetales' dignity...!"

"I like the sound of that game," said Blaze, smiling, and following, "let's play that all night." Adding, "I am very horny and you are very soft."

October growled as he disappeared out of sight, but not out of mind.

As the pair disappeared upstairs, "I should have trained that Ninetales harder..." grumbled the Grovyle, "...and it's never too late..."