It was a quiet day in the city of Blackburn. Typically, the large town neighboring the desert would be bustling with business and pokemon alike, but due to some recent crime in the area, all of the denizens have taken shelter or mysteriously disappeared. The guild members of Anthem, a town roughly two days away from Blackburn were sent to investigate the ominous disappearances and crimes alike.

Though the challenge was tough, the team of Star the Houndoom, a blue fire-type with a scarf around his neck. Nefi the Sableye, a black-glasses wearing ghost with a cracked chest gem. And Rocco the Krokorok, the stub-tailed, heavily scarred brute, were able to dispatch the mystery that surrounded the city, and return the lost citizens to the town, though not without their own problems as well. Terribly injured, Rocco was admitted for medical care, leaving Nefi and Star on their own.

As an effort to relieve some stress, Star had scouted the newly revived town for any places of interest, finding one that caught his canine eye. A modern looking bar by the name of The Firepit caught his attention, colored lights shining through cracks in the windows, as well as a nice edgy exterior. The Houndoom cared naught for the appearance, only for the drinks.

He visited the inside, keeping to himself and ordering himself a few drinks to occupy himself, as well as chat up the bartender, a well dressed Furfrou. He wore a purple dress shirt under a black vest that encased his bushy fur to his body, as well as a black bowtie around his neck.

Though he wouldn’t admit it, the fanciful Furfrou did catch Star’s attention.

Regardless, Star left with a promise to return, only to show up with Nefi in tow an hour later. The ghost-type seemed reluctant as he observed the bar, not exactly what he was used to. The interior seemed more like a club than a bar; it even had a stage near the back! After a little more convincing, Star managed to get them over to the counter to sit. Star gave the Furfrou a wink and a wave, ordering some drinks for the sullen ghost. It was then that he had caught sight of his nametag pinned to his vest: “Raymond”
 A few shots later, a some rather...serious talk, Nefi had left without a goodbye, quietly leaving the rambunctious bar with his head to the ground. Star watched his friend leave, sighing as he adjusted his own scarf. “Damn...”
 After about ten seconds, Raymond heads over to Star, still on the opposite side of the counter. "He's gone already..?"

Star turns to the bartender with a sigh, hopping over a  stool to get closer to the Furfrou. "Yeah, he was getting a little tired, so I sent him off before he got too drunk," the canine lies. "Guess you're stuck with me."

Raymond looks over Star a few times, smirking a bit. "Doesn't seem like much of a problem. I'll get you another drink." He then heads over to his mixing area at the counter.

"Such a generous host."

The bartender takes another minute or so to make Star's drink, returning with a bright yellow sitrus blend, with a slice of sitrus on the glass. "Careful now, those are stronger than they look."

"Well I'm just a scrawny Houndoom, but I managed to take down the whole crime problem in this town," Star boasts with a chuckle, taking a smaller sip for his sake.

"And thanks again for that," Raymond adds, beginning to clean some glasses at a nearby sink, talking a bit nervously. "I'm still not even sure what happened, fully. I was out walking one day and... I must've blacked out somehow, 'cause next thing I remembered was waking up in that cave... there were other things, but... ah, nevermind..."

Star nods, guessing he was one of the missing pokemon. He waves him off before more bad memories resurface. "Don't worry about it. I'm just glad to help. It is part of my job after all," he explains. "Though the drinks help just a little bit."

Raymond nods. "Wish I could take a drink, but the boss seems like she wants to get right back to business." He then finishes with his cleaning, setting the glasses aside to dry.

"Well why not wait until after hours? I'm sure a drink or two missing won't hurt anyone, right?" the Houndoom suggests with a sly smirk.

"Now that's just naughty..." the pale furred dog states with a small chuckle, looking back up. "Maybe I will."

"I won't tell a soul if it helps," Star winks, taking another sip of his drink and swirling it in his glass. "The least I can do for all these wonderful drinks after all."

"Don't think it matters much, silver tongue and all," Raymond brags. "Plus, me and the boss are alright enough."

"Nice, courteous, sly, and looks good in a vest?" Star lists off, leaning over the counter with a mischievous smile. "What an interesting bartender you are." Star shines his teeth a bit as he continues to down his drink, though at a slower pace than before.

"I've been told I look better with the vest off," Raymond teases, flicking his tail slightly and checking for new customers. "Ah, but what am I doing, I've got a bar to run..."

The guild member whistles after the saucy comment, leaning in and finishing his drink. "I guess I can add tease to that list," Star says in a joking tone, leaning back as he looks around for anyone who might hear the conversation. "But uh, yeah, I guess you're right, I can't always be the center of attention now can I?" The Houndoom adjusts his scarf, so that it's no longer wrapped around his neck, and instead hanging from the back.

Raymond only nods, walking to the other end of the counter. A Cacturne and a Combusken sit near each other, and they seem decently drunk. He talks with them for a few back-and-forth sentences before returning with empty glasses, choosing the sink in front of Star instead of the sink near them two. His mood seems a bit dampened, but he hides it from plain view as he begins to wash out the glasses without a word.

Star continues to quietly drink his drink as he cleans near him. "So, Raymond..." Star says, feeling off in the silence. "How'd exactly you end up in a place like this?" After a few seconds, Star fumbles around a bit, clearing his throat. "Not that I'm saying this place isn't good. It's amazing. Just wondering how you got here."

He looks up again, putting a smile on. "Oh? Uh, well, not much to say there. Was raised in a different town further to the east where all the forests start up again. My parents, er, decided it was time to make a living by myself, so I decided to come here for a job. Many places weren't hiring, and the few that were either didn't interest me or rejected me, but I noticed this place was being built around the time. Decided to act fast, got in touch with the soon-to-be boss of the place, and I was promised a bartender job as long as I got my license. So yeah, I kinda owe my entire job to her, and while it's not exactly the most profitable, it's definitely better than nothing. Really sweet girl too... we'd almost make a pair, but she's not really my type..." He finishes his cleaning once more, setting the spare glassware aside.

"Huh," Star says, putting a paw to support his cheek as he listens. "Sorta reminds me of me," the Houndoom smirks. "Though I was raised in a forest, and I never really got a job," he explains with a nervous sigh. "But I did know another bartender girl who kept offering a job, until I settled for guild work that is." The fire-type looks around a bit before leaning in and speaking quieter. "I would have taken her offer, but I didn't trust myself with drinks. Too bad. She's real nice but eh." He leans back and shrugs. "Not my type either."

"Small world it seems," the normal-type shrugs, putting his paws on his side of the counter. "Er, small-ish, in this case." He then thinks for a few seconds, starting up the conversation again. "So where're you from? Actually, you and the rest of your guild?"

"We're from Anthem," Star explains, fiddling with his empty glass but keeping eye contact with Raymond. "It's not as big of a city as Blackburn, and it's not as modern, but it's homey. Not saying that Blackburn isn't a bad city, I just have never been this far out of Anthem. It is nice though, to meet new pokemon though, that's for sure."

"Oh, sure," Raymond states, holding his paw out for the glass. "There's perks for both types of towns. And there's plenty of nice pokemon here... a few bumps, but still, nice pokemon..."

"Can't have good without the bad," the hellhound agrees with a nod. "Otherwise it'd be...I dunno, creepy. Still doesn't mean it's nice to run into them, eh?"

"Of course," the bartender nods, taking the glass and beginning to clean it. Before another conversation can be started, Raymond is called over by the Cacturne, loudly at that. He cringes slightly, looking at Star for a second. "Gimme a second... want another drink, by the way?"

The Houndoom turns towards the rowdy grass-type and thinks for a second before shaking his head. "I think you have your paws full as it is, no need to trouble yourself with me."

"Right..." the normal-type states, letting the glass sit in the sink. He then dashes towards him, and another short exchange goes on before he heads to his mixing station. He begins to make two more beers, but with a slightly dipped head and a roll of the eyes.

Raymond then goes to deliver the drinks, saying a short sentence with it. They say something back, and he pauses for a few seconds, only heading back to the sink at Star's place. "Few bumps..." he mumbles towards Star as he finishes his cleaning.

"They say something too bad?" Star asks, his voice taking a more concerned tone.

The bartender lets out another sigh before reciting their response. "Yeah, thanks, ya fuckin fairy." He then turns away for a second. "I mean, sure, the whole town probably knows I'm gay at this point, but fuck if it's annoying hearing those two use it against me like an insult. Thing is, they're not even half as bad when they're sober..."

The fire-type shakes his head and snarls in their direction, turning towards Raymond after a second. "Don't let it get to you, there's nothing wrong with it," Star reassures him. "Whenever I get called out on it, I usually brush it off as a 'heat of the moment' thing; it helps a little."

"Oh don't worry, they don't get to me much..." The Furfrou states confidently, looking back up with a smirk. "Especially since I'm the one who decides when to cut them off."

The guild member chuckles to himself at the thought, leaning over the counter again. "Maybe you could 'accidently' slip in some Rawst berry extract. Stuff's so bitter, it'll make you puke just thinking about it."

"Nah, there's a difference, one's legal and one's not," Raymond reminds. "It's not worth losing my license to a couple of twats."

The Houndoom snickers to himself, turning to the two. "Well I don't got a license," he murmurs to himself. He sighs and focuses back towards Raymond once more. "Guess you're right though."

"Yep..." the canine smiles back, looking over Star for a bit. "Know what, I am gonna treat myself to a drink after the place is closed... and you're welcome to join me."

Star shows off a toothy snicker. "I was about to ask when you were getting off shift," the Houndoom explains in a lowly voice. "Sort of hard to talk to you when you keep getting interrupted after all, Ray...can I call you Ray?"

"Ray works. I actually prefer that." He looks at a small calendar at the back for a few seconds. "Bar's gonna be closing up at eleven, since it's a weekday. Swing by about ten after, I'll get you through the back. In the meantime,sure you wouldn't care for another drink? I'd hate for you to leave already and make my shift that much more unbearable..."

"Well, when you put it that way...feel free to serve me as much as you want," the gleeful fire-type smiles. "I've got all the time in the world for such an interesting canine."

He walks off to the mixing station once more, making Star's drink for the third time today. When he comes back, he starts up another conversation. "So, not that I'm complaining, but you guys having to come all the way from Anthem? Isn't that a bit too far?"

The Houndoom shrugs as he slides the drink closer to him, taking a conservative sip. "Well yeah, the walk certainly was stress enough, not including the actual mission," Star explains. "But we were apparently the closest guild in the area, or at least I think that was the reason." Star huffs a small plume of white smoke from his nose. "They didn't really give us much details. Not even who we were really looking for."

The grey dog simply hums, turning away in thought. "I wish this place would get a guild built here... we're not exactly free of crime, even before this whole outburst of crime thing happened..."

"Maybe you can relocate," Star suggests. "The guild back in Anthem may not be much, but pokemon still look up to us regardless, and we usually keep things in check."

Ray starts to shake his head, but then hesitates for a second, only to finish his motion. "N-No... tempting, but... I feel I won't be able to for a while. Don't really have much money to carry around, and... gah, it'd really sadden my boss if I up and left like that..."

"Maybe you can take her too," Star says in an effort to disrupt the tension with a little humor. After a second, he clears his throat and continues to speak. "Er, but yeah, I suppose that would be kinda bad.” The Houndoom takes a sip of his drink before continuing. "If you ever decide to move though, I know a real nice contractor who can get you set up."

"Right..." the Furfrou nods, not realizing he'd still been washing the same glass and quickly setting it aside. "That's still a big decision, leaving behind a business and all..."

Star waits a bit in silence before leaning over the counter to give Ray a pat on the head. "Still not one for me to decide for you. All up to you." Star takes a sip of the drink before setting it aside. "Let's talk about something more cheerful instead, eh? It's a bar after all; it's built for fun."

"Sure thing," the bartender states with a relieved grin, though he's called over by the Cacturne once more. He leers towards the two, turning back towards Star. "Let me handle this..."

"Don't hurt yourself," Star tells him before he departs, looking over at the approaching scene.

Once Raymond and the customers begin to speak, their conversation can be heard, but just barely. "I told you guys, you're done. That was your last beers, now have a good day."

The Cacturne tries to interrupt, but only speaks at the end of Raymond's sentences. "Naw, naw, look 'ere... we're jus trying to have a good time, barkeep, me an... me and my friend here..." He pats the silent Combusken's back, somehow not poking him with a needle on his arm.

"Fun's over, out," is all the Furfrou replies.

"N-No, you don't understand..." the grass type tries to continue, pointing at Raymond and speaking louder.

The barkeeper thinks for only a second, hiding a smirk and leaning in a bit. "You know, a guild came out all the way here, and when they asked me if I knew of any problems around here, I said no... but I heard they have eyes everywhere, looking for anyone they could book just to get another couple dollars in their paychecks..."

"They... what?"

"Yep... it might be too late... I heard movement from the back tables, they could be trying to get you after that small outburst..."

The Cacturne gets up quickly, almost dragging the Combusken up with him. "D-Damnit... Damnit! Let's go!" he says to the Combusken, who only nods and begins to flee the establishment with the grass type. Raymond begins to head over to Star with a sly smirk, wiping his paws against each other.

Star stifles a laugh, but lets it out once the duo leaves the building. "Oh I'm liking you more and more every second Ray," the giddy guildie says after calming down. "And for the record, I don't think we work on commission," he adds in with a sarcastic wink.

Raymond only laughs back, putting one arm on the counter. "You wouldn't believe how easy it is to do that to drunks sometimes..."

"You'd be surprised," Star replies, wiping his eye.

 

The two, now alone to chat, spend the next few hours chatting about old stories and about their own towns until around 8:30 at night. Star finally finishes his third drink, too occupied with the bartender to drink it before.

"...Heh, yeah, but Rocco's a good guy regardless..." Star states, at the end of another story. "Speaking of which...I should probably tell him I'll be staying out late, and maybe check up on Nefi too..."

"Of course..." Raymond nods, seemingly happy to listen to the stories Star provided. "Gotta say though, your life's been a lot more interesting than mine. Guess it goes hand in hand with the guild thing."

"Well, my life before the guild and Nefi has just been wandering around and drinking," Star explains, scooting off his bar stool. "That, and a hopeless search for a job, but that doesn't look good on paper now does it?" The fire dog shows a genuine smile and begins to head out. "Maybe I can learn more about you tonight. Back door, right?"

"Yep. I'll be waiting," Raymond states, waving him off.

"Then I'll do my best not to keep you that way," Star says in a more entrancing voice before heading out towards the hotel at a brisk walk.

 

With a few hours to kill, Star heads back to the hotel he was staying at to clean himself off and look as presentable as possible. He combs his stubby hair down to his body and ties his scarf in a neat knot before heading out, not bothering to even check with his teammates. He anxiously arrives at the establishment quickly making his way to the rear entrance.

When he arrives at The Firepit, he finds it closed off to the public, though it still has the staff inside. All of the waiters and waitresses leave out the front and let the door lock on its swing back, but Raymond can be seen inside talking with a female Pyroar.

A good half hour goes by, and the back door finally opens with a conservative creak. Raymond steps out, still in uniform, with a pair of keys in his paws. He notices Star quickly, smiling happily. "Beat me here, huh..."

Star shrugs, brushing off his anxiety and nervousness.  "Well I had a lot of time to kill," he simply says.

"No problem..." the fancy bartender states, holding the door open. "Just stay in the back for now. No one's here, but I still gotta cover the windows, just in case."

"Cover the windows eh?" Star says with a curious gaze at the fellow canine as he steps into the bar.

"So no one sees a random, out-of-town customer inside after hours," the Furfrou states smoothly, locking the back door behind them. They seem to be in the supply area of the bar, obviously not as appealing to the eye as the rest of the bar.

"I'm teasing you Ray," Star says with a small roll of his eyes. Regardless, a gleeful smile carves its way on the Houndoom's face as he lets the Furfrou do his job.

"Alright then, I see how it is..." the bartender snickers, starting to cover each window as explained.

"What, a few drinks, a secret late night outing, and my life story can't convince you I'm a nice guy?" Star asks with a graciously sarcastic tone,  sticking his head out of the storage room.

Raymond ignores the comment, and decides to go straight to the mixer. "I know you had some already, but you want any other drinks?"

Star waves his paw in rejection. "Nah. I'd rather talk to you without being a drunken idiot," the darkfire dog explains. "Unless, you know, you want me drunk."

"It makes things interesting..." the normal-type states, making his own drink first. "By the way, you can come out now."

The Houndoom says nothing as he creeps out of the closet, looking around despite fully knowing no one was around. He heads back to the counter next to the mixer and sits himself down. "And out I am."

The bartender seems to be done with his drink, it looking to be vodka mixed with cranberry and Chesto berries added in, along with ice. He sets is aside though, asking once more. "So, final decision, yes or no on the drink?"

After some thought, Star shrugs. "Okay fine, maybe one more drink. Still remember what I got?" the canine asks as he leans over the counter.

"Yep." He begins to make the drink again, but this time, Star can watch each and every step of the mixing of the drink.

The blue canine watches with mutual interest, keeping silent as the Furfrou works his magic. "You know, I've always wanted to learn how to mix drinks. Cooking's one thing, but drinks are a whole different field."

"It's way simpler than cooking, I don't think I could really do anything in a kitchen Are you a cook?"

"Am I?" the Houndoom asks, striking a triumphant pose. "I'm the best damn cook this side of the continent, or so everyone says," he smiles boastfully.

"Maybe you'll have to show me sometime," Raymond proposes, finishing up his guest's drink after a few more seconds and passing it to him. He then takes his own drink, moving towards a random booth and sitting. "I'm not really one to just blindly take someone's word on something so serious, you see..."

"Don't you serve food here?" Star asks, sitting across from the Furfrou at the booth. "I can give you a little sampler. I know you won't regret it~"

"We do..." the Furfrou confirms, tapping his chin and looking away a bit. "But then, we'd have to clean that up, and I never go back into the kitchen, and I wouldn't even know where to look for all the ingredients..."

Star shrugs. "Worth a shot, can't please everybody." He takes a sip of his drink, letting out a sigh. "I'd make you something back at the hotel and bring it to you, but I'm not even entirely sure how long I have left to stay in Blackburn."

"I'd rather just play it safe..." the poodle insists. "Besides, it's harder to keep track of missing booze ingredients than missing food ingredients..." He takes a drink from his glass, giving a relaxed sigh, though he tugs at his clothing slightly.

Star gives an affirmative chuckle, looking at the canine as he drinks. "You know, work hours are over. Wouldn't it be better to slip out of that outfit right about now?" Star suggests in a subtle, sultry voice.

"Just about to," Raymond points out. He unbuttons the vest and the undershirt, keeping them around his arms and back but letting his fluffy chest show. However, while he keeps those on, he removes the bowtie and cuffs completely. "Much better..."

Star chuckles to himself, taking a sip of his drink to shut him up. "That's a lotta fur you got Ray, but..." the fire-type tilts his head, looking over the Furfrou for a few seconds. "I'd say you do look a little better without your vest."

"What's that supposed to mean...?" the bartender asks, setting the the cuffs and bowtie on the table and taking a sip of his drink again.

"I'm saying..." the guild member begins, looking into his drink and taking a sip. "You look nice in purple, and in a vest, but you look a little better without them." Another sip slides down Star's throat. "Like you said."

"Ah, thought you were poking at my fur length. Got enough of that from my parents..." Raymond mutters, looking over his clothing. "You know, I kinda like this look, but since you seem so... intrigued..." He flashes another smile, slowly pawing off the clothing onto the seat next to him and revealing all of his curly fur.

Star smiles and looks at the bountiful amounts of the silky pale fluff. "Come on, I'm not going to tease you after all you've done for me," Star says with a smile. "If anything, I'm a little envious." Star runs a paw through the top of his head his fur only sticking up about an inch from his skin. "I mean, look at what I got."

"My fur's a mixed blessing..." Ray points out. "Sure, you can make your paw disappear in it, but try walking outside with it... especially with this city so close to a desert. Hell, once a sandstorm passed through the town somehow, had to take nearly three showers until all the sand was out."

The Houndoom laughs a bit, rubbing his cheek once he realizes his insensitive notion. "Might wanna get to a salon for that, maybe," the Houndoom offers. "Then again, I've never been in a sandstorm until a few days ago. I wouldn't know." The fire-type puts his drink down and scoots it over to the side a bit. "Maybe your bowtie can help block out the sun.”

"It feels about as hot as the sun sometimes, it being black and all," he pokes back. "So, I gotta ask, why the scarf? It looks nice, but it's not even close to winter..."

Star tenses up a bit from the question, choking up a bit for an answer but not wanting to be rude to his new friend. "Er...I'd rather not go too into details but uh...it was a gift from a friend of mine who uh...isn't around anymore."

"Oh..." the poodle states quietly, rubbing the side of one of his long ears awkwardly. "I'm, uh, sorry if that was out of line..."

Star only holds up his paw. "Ah, don't sweat it, fluffy," he reassures him. "It's kinda nice for someone to actually notice it without insulting it."

"It's amazing that you'd wear it, really, now that I know a little about it..." Raymond takes a drink from his glass, setting it down with a small smile. "And it does look really nice, but maybe I'd want to see you without it, just like me and my vest, after all..."

The guildie gives a nervous chuckle, tugging at the cloth around his neck. "Well...it is getting a little stuffy in here, now that you mention it..." After a little mental contemplation, the fire-type removes the dainty prepared strip of fabric off his neck, folding it neatly and placing it next to him on the booth. "Not as revealing as you, eh? Maybe I'd look better with a bowtie?"

The Furfrou only keeps a smirk about him, sipping his drink. "Nah. You look pretty good right now..."

Star's face subtly flushes red as he leans back in the booth, taking another sip of his drink. "You don't look too bad yourself..." he remarks, turning away to take a bigger drink. "Though you're cuter with that bow on."

Raymond eyes the bowtie, chuckling slightly. "Well, maybe for you..." He then reaches out, grabbing it and starting to put it back on, tying it effortlessly and tightening it around his neck to a comfortable position.

"What makes me so special?" Star questions after a small pause, leaning halfway in with a confident smile. "I'm positive this isn't a normal thing you do, Ray..."

"You'd be surprised..." the Furfrou explains. "It's always the more... exotic guests. Had two others before in this position, I'll admit. But I learn new things from every ‘encounter’, and gain strong friendships, and just generally appreciate others more. Those pokemon might've gone away elsewhere with their travels, but their stories and experiences stay with me. And I can easily say, through the talking, and the stories we shared, I think I like you the best."

This time, Star's crimson face is more evident, though he doesn't try to hide it this time. "Wow...that's pretty...profound," the Houndoom admits, scratching his face. "I mean...thanks, Ray, that uh...means a lot. You certainly aren't one to go unnoticed too, of course but..." The Houndoom bashfully rubs the back of his head, unsure on what to say that could match up to his explanation.

The curly canine leans closer a bit, still sporting the smile. "You know, I really do like you a lot. And I get the feeling you feel the same, but, you don't have to consider this a relationship or anything. You travel a lot, and I'm sure you've probably got prospects everywhere... so just consider it a... really close friendship. That'll be just fine with me."

Star lets out a somewhat disappointed sigh, rubbing his neck. "Well, you are right for the most part...I like you, I really do. I mean, sure, at first I thought you were just a cool looking bartender that I wouldn’t mind chatting with but now...” The blue canine lowers his head. “Shame we can't take this a little farther, it's uh...it's been awhile since I've been in a real relationship with anyone. Sure, friends are fine and all but...always want something a little more, you know?" Star rubs one of his horns tenderly, looking away a little ashamed. "Last relationship I had was...maybe three, four years ago, and that ended pretty drastically..."

The Houndoom waits a bit in silence before grabbing his glass, finishing the contents and speaking again. "Not very often where I meet someone interesting, and easily relatable. Someone with my interests and uh...preferences, until you showed up that is." Star finally looks up and locks eyes with Ray. "Like I said, I don't know how long I have until I have to go. A really close friendship sounds fantastic and all but...maybe I can help make this a real night to remember me by, if you'll let me."

Raymond gives a long, drawn out sigh once he hears the blue caniner’s proposition. "Star... you gotta know I'm not a relationship kinda guy... Relationships just end up being trouble later, but friendships last forever. I mean... I'm a bartender and you're a guild member, I'm sure you don't want to be pinned in one spot and I'm sure I wouldn't want to be dragged around." He thinks for a few more seconds, playing with the tips of his ears nervously. "But... I guess I could make an exception... for now. I wouldn't expect this to last, though, but for now..." His voice trails, still staring at Star with an enamoured smile and not realizing that he was halfway across the table.

Star chuckles nervously as he scratches at his chin. "I'd tell you that I'm not one for relationships either, but I'm sure you've heard me say it enough today," he answers back. "But, alas, you're right again. I can't force you to do anything really..." Star looks over at Ray with a lowered gaze and a gentle grin as he leans a little closer. "Though, I have a hunch this is on your own volition..."

"Well, I've already decided that I'd... make the commitment..." His natural, light red eyes seem to sparkle a bit from the close proximity of the two.

"Then how about we make it official?" Star asks, his contrasting violet gaze meeting his as he inches just that much closer. "After all...I may leave tomorrow morning without a chance to say goodbye..."

"...How 'bout we?" Raymond decides to close the gap, meeting Star with a small peck on the lips. It isn't really until now that it's apparent that Raymond is about six inches shorter than Star, not even counting the horns.

Once the gently gesture has ended, Star takes a slightly more forceful act, leaning in and giving a deeper kiss to the smaller canine. He keeps the embrace going for a few seconds before backing off, mere inches away from Ray's face. "You know I wouldn't leave without saying goodbye...especially if I get to see you in that adorable bowtie again..." he edges on.

He seems a bit stunned when Star breaks the initiative, but regardless, pleased. He thinks for something to say, but for once comes up with nothing, only getting a dopey smile and returning to the kiss.

Star happily continues the embrace, doing his best to stretch himself over the booth without straining himself too much. The Houndoom manages to bring a paw around to gently stroke at Ray's ears, though hesitant at first to do so. Raymond instead brings his paw to the back of Star's neck, running it across Star's short but sleek fur, finding it soft as silk, while deciding to open his mouth occasionally and peek his tongue out. He rubs into Star's pets, but only a little.

The fire dog only matched his motions and pace, his long canine tongue occasionally lapping against Ray's whenever the opportunity was given. As the kiss grew more intimate, Star breaks the embrace, panting slightly. "Care to move this...somewhere closer? Leaning over this booth is killing my neck..." he asks, somewhat rushed.

Raymond backs off for a second, looking around the booth and nodding with a small exhale. "Yeah... here, look, I can make this better, hop off the booth..." He does the same thing he instructs, starting to pull the table out from the middle.

The Houndoom steps out as he watches Ray move the table. He lets out a small hum once the table leaves the space between the booth, but says nothing as he licks his lips in preparation.

Once the Furfrou moves the table, he goes back to the booth, trying to push the sturdy seating over to Star's booth. He seems to have some difficulty with it, but it starts moving regardless.

Star chuckles a bit and goes to help, hastening the process by a few seconds. "Let the big, strong, guild member help you there, heh..."

The two get the red cushions of both booths to meet, and instead of anything witty, Raymond simply replies with a sincere "Thanks". He then looks over what he's created; the booths together account for almost the same size as a bed, and it looks well padded enough. "Yeah... one of my, er, past friends suggested this to me. He was a clever bastard, I'll give him that..."

"I never knew you could even move the booths," Star comments, looking over the creation. "So uh...did you and this past friend do anything with this? Er..."

"That... is for me to remember on lonely nights..." he jokes, hopping up on the dual booths and laying down for Star, his tail wagging idly.

The Houndoom gives a chuckle and joins the eager Furfrou, nudging him slightly. "Well it's a good thing I'm here to keep you company then."

"Thank goodness..." He looks over Star's longer frame for a while more, eventually meeting his eyes again. "Well now... back to it?"

"Well, we could just stare at each other," the Houndoom jests as he brings a paw over to Ray's side, slowly stroking his paw through his curly fur.

"I-I mean..." Ray trips up his words, a rare occasion for him. He lays his paw on Star's side as well, looking over him more. "It's hard to tell behind the counter, but you're just... well, so big..."

"Never heard that one before," Star admits, moving his paw over to pet Ray's ears. "I'm about the size of a normal Houndoom, but I guess I'm a little taller compared to you," the fire-type observes.

The Furfrou nods a bit, letting out a gracious sigh once his ears are pet again. "You kinda have to be me to notice, I guess..."

"Size isn't anything," the firedog says, continuing the sensual pets. "If anything, it makes you cuter," Star teases as he licks the bartender's nose.

He blushes a bit under the fur, wiping his nose with a free paw. He then decides to start the kiss again, moving his whole body close.

Star brings an arm around his partner’s body, hugging him firmly against the warmth of his fire-type form. He still manages to stroke his ear from the position, but he mainly focuses on running his paw through the Furforu's back fluff.

Raymond allows himself to meet the guild member's chest with his own, even going so far as to drape one of his legs over Star's body. His face twists and turns with Star's, and his tongue laps out against Star's.

Star breaks the kiss just for a second as his tail wraps around the Furfour's more bushy one. "This is much better..." Before Ray can respond, the larger canine brings their lips together again, moving his head for a better angle.

The Furfrou only lets out a few soft moans in reply to Star's comment, enjoying every moment of the entangled embrace. As the fluffy poodle really begins to focus on the kiss, he notices an expected feeling, but at an unexpected time. However, due to the proximity, he knew his guest could probably feel it too. "O-Oh dear..." he states, breaking the kiss for a moment and looking back. "I-I must be really enjoying myself with this one..."

Star smiles, already feeling the poke at his belly, but not wanting to point it out for courtesy's sake.  The stronger guildie brings his paw over to turn Ray's face towards him, the Houndoom smiling happily. "I'm flattered, really. Nice to know I still have that effect on pokemon..." He continues to gently pet the normal-type, his paws growing closer to Ray's rear. "I honestly thought I'd be the first to poke you, heh...it's been a while after all."

"Yeah, for me too..." Raymond says, squirming a bit as Star reaches down, though he lets it happen. His paws simply seem to rub around the dark-type's back, returning to the kiss for just a while longer.

Star returns with equal vigor, though he seems a little more tender and loving with the exchange this time. With Ray's crotch still nudging at Star's belly, and the intensity of the kiss, the blue canine's own excitement expectantly begins to grow as well.

 

After a few more seconds of the embrace, Raymond slips his paw between the two dogs, massaging the lower parts of both parties. He can't help but moan out in delight, rubbing his entire body against the warm fire-type and even moving his rear for Star's paws.

Star lets out a muffled "hmmph" once Ray's furry paws begin to work at his groin, but he doesn't oppose the gesture in the slightest. If anything, the canine slowly begins to move his body into Ray, getting closer to him as his paws slowly inch closer towards his lover’s backside.

Raymond breaks away from the kiss for a few seconds, dragging his tongue across Star's neck. His eyes at this point are completely closed, and the times in which he doesn't use his mouth, a sensual moan comes out from it.

Star keeps quiet, panting to himself from the heat of the moment. Every action and every touch from the Furfrou seems to flush his face that much more as he holds the fellow canine close, but not before moving his own paw between the two to meet Ray’s busy antics.

A few moments pass like this before Raymond realizes that they aren't even kissing anymore, and simply feeling each other up. He opens his eyes with a small pant, looking over Star wistfully.

Star's face looks as if he's half asleep, save for the furious blush on his blue face. He's panging slightly and each time Ray strokes him, a faint twitch is seen on the Houndoom's face. He manages a kind and gentle smile when the Furfrou looks over though.

Raymond decides to ease off the massaging, instead grabbing Star's paw and holding it, though he discretely rubs his member around. "Well... what now?"

Star takes a second to catch his breath, leaning in a bit and following Ray's movements. "We can take this a lot of different ways..." Star goes on saying in an enticing voice. "Though, an idea popped in my mind once you started poking me with that little tease of yours~" Star smirks.

"Yeah?" the Furfrou pants out, backing away slightly and revealing his member to Star for the first time. "Where do you, ah, want me?"

Star smiles, moving him to his back as he looms over Raymond. His own length is set atop of the Furfrou's, the jet black piece dripping fluids onto the normal-type as well as his own natural heat seeping through to his partner's own length. They’re both practically the same size length-wise, through Raymond’s pink prick is a hair shorter. "You're fine where you are..." Star leans in and plants another quick kiss before licking his way down the bartender's body.

The grey poodle shivers and lets out a coo, the massive dog towering over him. He closes his eyes at first from excitement, but quickly realizes that he wants to see what Star does, opening them again and waiting.

Once he spots the hellhound again, the fire-type is already between his legs, half of his body hanging out of the makeshift bed for space. He lets out a warm plume of air onto Ray's erect rod, teasing him as he nudges his nose and sniffs it over with a sly grin on his face.

Raymond shudders and moans once more, looking over the hellhound with lust filling his cheeks, making them glow.

The Houndoom has his chin rest atop of Raymond's prick, licking his lips. "You're cute when you blush," he teases before taking the length into his mouth, wrapping his long, hot canine tongue around it.

A single response fails to come to mind as Star begins to work, almost causing Raymond to yelp out from the sudden sensation. As Star begins to work, he finds that Raymond is more vocal than others, nearly every noise he makes being a bit louder than it really should.

The thought of being caught occasionally crosses the Houndoom's mind, but as he lowers his mouth until he's buried nose-deep into the Furfrou's crotch to get a face full of his musky scent, he doesn't really seem to care. If anything, the noises only make Star more eager to move his head back and forth on the shaft in his mouth.

Raymond starts to do what little thrusting he could muster from his position, as well as drop a paw down near his rear. It seems like he becomes self-conscious about his noise and shuts up for a bit, only to have it return just as easily as soon as he tries to massage his needy hole.

Star watches Ray's erratic movements, a small smile managing to find its way on his face. He slowly speeds up as one of his own paws moves to meet Ray's, helping him tease himself.

His knot expands more and more with each lick it seems, and the Furfrou seems to enjoy every moment of it judging by the sounds he makes. As Star helps the bartender penetrate himself, he stammers out a few words between grunts. "A-Ahhh... nnh, yeah... S-Star~"

A muffled chuckle is the only response that Star gives, pushing Ray's paw that much further into himself as he begins to bounce his muzzle off of the expanding knot.

Eventually, Raymond simply allows the sensations to get to him, and the knot expands quickly as Star's muzzle is blasted with Raymond's spunk. He stammers a few times and lets his eyes shut, still thrusting instinctually.

Star closes his eyes once the torrent of bitter fluids coat his tongue. He lets the salty substance flow down his throat as he substantially slows down his pace, but doesn't let up as he sucks as much as he can out of the now sensitive Furfrou.

Raymond just shudders with every continuing motion, being fully milked by the Houndoom. When he finally finds himself able to talk, he only manages a few words. "A-Agh... how e-embarrassing..."

Star pops himself off the spent rod, though he continues to idly stroke it with his paw. "Heh, to be honest, I thought you'd finish sooner," Star says with a smile, wiping his mouth with his free paw.

"I, ah, usually have more..." he claims partially, laying still for a while, though he gets occasional twinges. "E-Easy with that~"

"We still have all night to prove that~" Star smiles, moving up on the booth to plant a tender kiss on Ray's muzzle again. He backs off, smiling and licking his lips. "Let's hope you're not as loud during that too, eh?"

"S-Sorry, I get that a lot..." the bartender explains, still slightly frozen in place as he paws his disheveled bowtie. "I just... can't keep quiet, and I know it bugs others to no end..."

"Can you guess what I'm gonna say?" Star asks,  fiddling with the bowtie as well with a sly smile.

"Hmm?" he simply hums out, too spent to even attempt a guess.

"That you're moaning is cute," Star replies with a chuckle, licking Ray's cheek. He moves up on the booth again, beginning to mess with one of Ray's ears.

"Yeah, why not move my bowtie to my ear or something, making me feel like a girl so much..." the poodle complains a bit, still blushing as he takes his ear back. "And speaking of ears, careful... mine are kinda sensitive..."

Star rolls his eyes with a lofty smile. "Oh hush, you like my compliments, and my pets," Star teases, backing off slightly and resting his head near Ray's stomach.

He doesn't give a retort, only getting to all fours and tapping the spot he was in. "Right, well... now it's your turn..."

Star seems a little surprised, the subtle shock evident on his face. He doesn't argue against it, simply replacing the Furfrou. "Got something planned for me?" the Houndoom asks as he lays on his back, exposing himself completely.

"Just repaying the favor..." the fellow canine admits, standing over Star's chest with his rear towards Star's sullied muzzle before lying down gently. He then turns back with a sly grin. "I always save the more advanced stuff for returning customers..."

Star only lets out a hushed yip once Ray covers up the Houndoom's view with his assets. Star looks around to see his face, or what he planned to do, but eventually settled for what he had in front of him. He places his paws on each side of Ray's backside before speaking. "You almost sound like you're more than just a bartender, Ray..."

"It's because I'm passionate about my job, isn't it?" Thanks to his shorter frame, Raymond begins to stroke the long rod in front of him and position it properly, all while Star gets a grandstand view of the bartender's backside, his tail and hips wagging a bit.

"Passion is certainly one of your stronger points," Star simply points out, enjoying his own view as his needy length drips a large dollop of pre onto the blue canine's chest.

Raymond's own flaccid phallus still manages to have enough to smear Star's chest, and after a few more seconds, the Furfrou begins to lick his target a few times before popping it in and out of his mouth. His tail raises instinctively, and his hips still sway hypnotically, as if inviting Star towards it.

Star lets out a grunt once his overly eager length is finally taken care of. Another salty helping of pre welcomes Ray's initiative, and Star begins to massage the Furfrou's enticing rear.. The smell of the excess now on his chest doesn't help much either as Star slowly begins to arch his back to get closer to his target.

Raymond closes his eyes and starts slow at first, and even the gentle massaging causes him to let out tiny moans with his mouth full.

Star lets out a groan as he grits his teeth slightly. "Ak...I'm not gonna last..." he admits aloud as he continues to massage the tantalizing sight in front of him, stretching his tongue out to try and taste that tantalizing tailhole.

Raymond takes the length from his mouth, turning his head back as he keeps with his pawjob. "I'll take it extra slow then... we want to, ngh, make this last right?"

"Ak...yeah..." Star mumbles out as the cold air brushes against his soaked length. "I'll do my best to hold it in..." Star offers as he moves his hips a bit to draw attention to his crotch.

Raymond gives a smile to the Houndoom, turning around shortly after. He then continues with his paws for a few seconds, eventually grasping the tip with his lips.

A sharp inhale is heard from Star as he falls back down on the booth once the warm lips ensnare his sensitive poker, though he does his best to hide his arousal from the bartender, focusing back on his tender butt rubs.

The Furfrou keeps moving his head down, taking quick breaths through his nose as he covers each inch of the log with his saliva, playing with Star's sack and rubbing the inside of his leg.

The Houndoom's hind legs tremble as the sexual favor goes on, Star biting his lip to keep from moaning out loud. Every little addition to the blowjob only adds to his twitching, and a few ecstatic coos and moans escape Star's mouth despite his best efforts.

Raymond peeks back for a split second, as if expecting something else, but ignores it and focuses. He decides to speed up by a tiny increment, but goes deeper and deeper now, letting his sighs of pleasure hit against the throbbing meat in his mouth.

Star's black knot begins to form quickly, being able to be seen even in the dim light of the bar. Star's legs continue to spasm, and Star begins to grip down on Raymond's rear as his breathing hastens up. "F-Fuck..." he sputters through clenched teeth.

Raymond lets out a yip from the sudden clenching on his cheeks, and it only prods him further, breaking free of his relatively slow pace and now bobbing his head up and down rapidly, groaning to himself. In addition, he also wraps his paw around Star's expanded knot, letting the warmth and softness egg Star on.

It only takes a few seconds after his knot was fondled that Star lets out a small howl, thrusting upwards as he finally releases his pent up load, as well as his volume. The thick, sticky substance coats the inside of Ray's mouth and fills his cheeks with warmth.

Ray lets out a tiny gasp and takes about half the load, pulling his mouth away and letting the rest of Star's cock juice fly onto his face, muzzle, and even near his eyes. He gives the length a furious pawjob at the end to get every last drop out, even wiping some more onto his face once the pressure dies down.

Star's loud moans remain uncontained, especially after Raymond's display at the end of his climax. Only until he's completely spent, does he collapse on the booth chair in an idle heap, panting and covering his eyes. "O-Oh my..." he sputters out.

The bartender sits up and turns around, showing Star the messy artwork he created upon his face, a content smile and drooped eyebrows seen there as well. As he opens his mouth to talk, strands of semen reach from his top jaw to bottom. "Yeah... ngh, that was good..."

Star, still dazed from the intense orgasm that just collided with him, only nods at the sullied pooch on his chest. "Y-Yeah...sure did make a mess..." he blubbers out, still catching his breath.

"In... deed..." the Furfrou softly sighs out, lying to the side of Star and exposing his stomach again. "I like it this way, though..."

Star turns towards Raymond to speak to him, his length just barely managing one last drop of spunk to land on the chair. "Why's that...?" the dizzy canine asks, turning towards the messy canine and licking some excess off of his chin.

He chuckles a bit, shrugging. "Guess I just like being messy..."

Star smiles, cleaning a bit off of Raymond's left cheek. "Sure are a sight, that's for sure...not sure if I'd call it cute though," the Houndoom manages to tease despite his inebriated state.

"Never tried for that kinda angle anyway," Raymond says, leaning in and giving a short kiss.

Star happily accepts the salty kiss, cleaning as much of his dirty mouth as he can until they break apart. "Guess you're just a natural at it then," Star says with a wink.

Raymond chuckles a bit more, letting Star clean him off. "Oh, this was fun... shame we didn't last, but..."

Star licks the bridge of Raymond's nose as he talks, looking up at him with a mischievous look in his eye. "Well...How you feeling right now?"

Raymond only tilts his head, unsure what he meant. "Huh? Er, satisfied, I guess..."

Star rolls his eyes a bit, moving a little closer towards Raymond. "I'm just saying...True, this is the best sex I've had in years but..." Star begins to move his paw down Raymond's side, moving closer towards the Furfrou's stomach and heading to his crotch. "I want this to really be a night to remember..."

The idea seems to click in Raymond's mind, and he copies Star's grin. "Oh, that..." he says to himself. "Well, I don't see why not... but give me a few more minutes, lay with me now..." He then decides to pass the time with a kiss, seemingly dragging Star to be on top of him as they make out.

Star doesn't object in the slightest, passionately locking lips with the Furfrou, wrapping their tongues together. Every so often, Star would break the kiss to clean a little bit off of Raymond's face, only to continue the intimate embrace.

Raymond focuses his paws to Star's chest, lustfully rubbing up against it in circles and letting himself be surrounded by Star's heat. He squirms a bit underneath Star, but seems very happy with the way things were going, sticking his tongue far into Star's muzzle and moaning into him.

Star returns each gesture, his tail gently massaging Raymond's soft belly. He moans back into Raymond's maw, lovingly caressing one of his ears after a few more seconds of kissing.

The barkeep continues to keep the embrace, slapping Star's rear with his tail. The only times he breaks the kiss are when he talks for a few seconds. "G-Gah, you're just so hot... I still can't believe it..."

Star smiles, licking one last bit of spunk off of his cheek. "Literally, or figuratively?" the fire-type asks, giving another quick kiss.

"Both," Raymond quickly states, kissing for a while longer. "I could just stay in your embrace forever..."

Star gives a genuine smile, leaning down only to nuzzle into his neck. "Well you're just as amazing," Star compliments. "Your soft fur, fun to talk to..." He pauses for a bit, holding him a little closer. "Too bad we can't be together though...I'd love to get to know you even more..."

"I just..." he starts, looking away with a desperate look about him. "I don't even know about that whole... no relationships thing anymore, after all this..." He continues the kiss for a few seconds more. "After all this... mmm..."

Star interrupts his thought with a quick peck to his lips, backing up slightly. "No 'after all this' right now...let's just work on making this last for now..." Star's tail begins to slither its way over towards Raymond's crotch, slowly circling around the tip. "Relationships can wait until after I've milked you dry..."

The poodle happily nods, twitching slightly but following the tail down with his eyes. "I think I'm good to go now... where you want it?"

"I'll let you guess," Star says, his tail circling around its prey.

He gains a wicked smile, slowly easing Star on his side. He then makes a show of licking his paw before running it through the crevice at Star's rear.

Star lets out a soft coo as he prepares for Raymond's tender touch, his tail moving out of the way. He even slightly lifts his leg for that extra leverage, eying the Furfrou's movements.

Raymond starts off by slowly inserting a few of the digits on his paw inside, slickening the entire area. He then jerks himself a few times with his spare paw, preparing his sensitive member for insertion.

Star bites his lip slightly as the chilly liquid sends shivers across his spine. He lets out a pleased sigh regardless, looking over at Raymond with a nervous smile. "Uh...haven't had anything in there in a few years...take it slow okay?" he asks politely.

"I'll take good care of you, don't worry..." Raymond assures, as he begins to slide his girth through the slightly gaping opening. As he does, he can't help but shiver and moan, his parts still sensitive as ever.

Star grits his teeth, his body instinctively tensing up from the foreign object slowly entering his rear. He digs one of his paws into the cushion of the booth though, doing his best to relax for both of their sakes.

Raymond lets out an almost amazed moan, starting to match the contour of Star's body, including laying down himself. He takes it slow as promised, though his knot is still enlarged from the previous activities.

Star lets out a grunt, a mixture of discomfort and bliss seeping through his clenched teeth. "A-Ah...don't move just yet...please..." Star begs, shuddering slightly with his returning blush.

Raymond only nods, panting slightly and looking over Star's entire body eagerly.

Star lays his head down, slowly letting his body adjust to the hardening length in his tailhole. He glances towards Raymond, smiling gently and blushing a bit. "O-Okay...you're good," he informs after what seems like ages.

"If you say so..." the Furfrou states with a small smile of his own, starting to move his hips back and forth, shuddering a bit as he does so.

Star's grunts slowly transform into a quiet satisfied cry. His body relaxes slightly, and his leg slowly raises up to get a better view of his own hardening length as well as offer a little more room to work with.

Raymond keeps his eyes closed as the sharp sensations lash at his body, starting his moaning once more. He holds onto Star's stomach with his front paws, simply running his paws against the area.

Star moans in tandem with the Furfrou. He places his own paws on the bartenders, leading them across his body as his own length twitches for attention.

Raymond picks up the pace relatively quickly, though he stops himself a bit, remembering Star's earlier pleads. The bartender simply lays his head on Star's side while his lower body does all the work.

Star lets out high-pitched whimpers and yips once he begins to piston his way in, but lets out a relieved sigh when he tones down the pace. He moves his head back to nuzzle his head into the thoughtful canine. After a bit of thrusting, Star whispers into Raymond's general direction. "H-Hey...I wanna try something..."

The Furfrou doesn't seem to stop for a few seconds, eventually pulling out and looking over Star. "Y-Yeah...?"

Star sits up slightly, reaching around to feel his gaping hole with a small sigh of enjoyment. After playing with himself for a second, he moves Raymond onto his back, standing over him. "Lemme try this..." he mumbles as he begins to align himself.

"A-Alright..." he simply states, still a bit out of breath.

After finding the perfect angle, Star plunges himself down on Raymond's shaft, letting out a blissful yelp. He takes a second to readjust, but once he feels comfortable, he begins to move his bottom half up and down at a pace comfortable for both of them.

The Furfrou lets out a yip of his own, closing his eyes but eventually finding himself able to relax. He simply looks over the larger canine with a bit of wonder, making soft coos and noises to himself.

Star moves his front paws right beside Raymond's head as he keeps his steady pace, moving his hips slowly as the wet sloppy sounds are drowned out by the duo's pleased sighs and cries.

"G-Guh... it already feels so..." The Furfrou doesn't finish his statement, only flushing redder and doing what little thrusting he could. His knot still hasn't been overcome, it simply collecting most of the fluids at the top of the sphere.

Star's own length drips a steady stream of pre fluids onto Ray's chest, coating a portion of his silk-like fur in the warm substance. Star seems to be lost in his own little world as he begins to try and force himself further and further down Raymond's length, panting heavily. "O-Oh...It's been way too long..."

Eventually, Raymond opens his eyes, seeing the bouncing Houndoom. He notices the mess near his crotch and reaches down, all while making unintelligible noised of pleasure. He takes hold of Star's shaft and begins to jerk it steadily, trying to match Star's rhythm but failing time after time.

Star gasps once his own sensitive and needy length finally gets some attention, his canine prick practically coated in his own excitement at this point. The pleasure in his rear, as well as in his front cause him to bounce sporadically on Raymond's own shaft, getting deeper and deeper as the knot struggles to stretch Star out.

Raymond stammers out a few howls and jerks Star off with both paws, getting the juice everywhere while Star goes harder and harder onto his knot.

Star's ecstatic panting and his furious blush signify his pleasure, as well as the mess he seems to be making on both canines. With the wave of lust overcoming him, he thrusts his bodyweight down on Raymond's cock, the knot finally gaping Star apart, effectively anchoring the two together. "Ah! Yes, that's the spot~!" Star shouts out as his body trembles with bliss.

Raymond trembles from the sensations that assault his being, eventually deciding he'd do his best and finish the way he intended. He pushes himself up and, in doing so, pushes Star onto his back. He then places both front paws on Star's chest and rips the knot right out before planting it again in a hard thrust. "N-Nuh, yeah... Y-Yeah~!"

Star offers little retaliation, too worn out to even try and argue with positions. The fire-type's onyx rod gives a good spurt of pre from the knot being thrust in and out, as well as an extremely pleased and girlish howl from the owner as well. "Nea-ah! Again Raymond!" he begs, lost in his own libido.

He doesn't reply, letting out loud whimpers as he forces the prick through Star's tailhole, each thrust of the hips slamming skin to skin and creating a loud slapping noise. Eventually, as Raymond begins to reach his breaking point, he leans over Star and pistons his fastest yet, sending small waves across Star's skin. His face turns bright red and he nearly screams as loud as he can as the contents of his cock explode outward once more, filling Star's worn out hole in mere seconds.

Star howls in tandem, his body going limp from the sheer force and speed that the lust filled bartender had done to his now abused asshole. Star barely manages to keep his own intense orgasm in, using what little energy he had left into restraining every fiber of his being from releasing it's pleasured desires.

Raymond falls limply onto Star, his junk, though still knotted, still manages to be pulled out through the Houndoom’s wide open and lubed hole with ease. If it had been almost any other situation, one might think he'd been having a heart attack on account of his breathing.

Star's condition is just as intense, if not worse. The Houndoom wipes the tears of joy from his face as he idly throws an arm over the collapsed bartender. "I-I...I can't take much more of this..." he pants out, his heartbeat being felt through his chest. "I can't...my legs...oh fuck that was amazing..."

He only lets out a small whine, taking him ages to speak. When he does speak, it's extremely hoarse. "A night to remember... eh?"

Star manages a meek smile, nuzzling the exhausted canine as best as he can. "I'll never forget..." he replies softly, doing his best to calm down. "And neither will my butt...heh..."

"Right..." Raymond sighs out, idly fiddling with Star's rod to try and finish him off. "N-Next time, you gotta gimme one of those..."

Star lets out another high-pitched moan as his soaked length is attended to yet again. "Ah...I will, and more..." he promises, closing his eyes a bit.

Raymond lays his head on Star's chest, pointing the black rod at his tired face as he strokes with two paws. "That's a promise, now..."

Star moves his own paw down to tease his sore and leaking tailhole to help hasten the process, a loud cry of bliss escaping his tired lips. "Y-You'll have to-ngh-find me first..." His length trembles, and his knot swells up in preparation. "G-Get ready for your second helping..."

Raymond decides to deal with this load with his mouth instead of his face, moving just a bit closer and putting his lips around the tip, still jerking slowly.

The soft and tender lips are just the thing to push Star over the edge, the Houndoom eliciting a girlish moan as his second orgasm hits him hard. The wave of familiar fiery seed gives Raymond a gracious helping in his eager mouth as Star continues to moan to himself, too exhausted to attempt to thrust.

Raymond swallows every drop of the seed before laying back, next to Star. In an extremely tired voice, he says "Wake me up before morning, will ya...?"

Star smiles, leaning into the canine to give him one last passionate kiss, tasting his salty spunk still fresh in his mouth before backing off. "No problem, you sexy beast..."