[center][b]Barstool Bang for Daddy’s Girl[/b][/center]

[center]By Kaydrien Iceclaw[/center]



Nix’s ears might have given some advance warning if he hadn’t been working on his buzz. Not enough warning to have done anything different. The chuckles might have tipped him off in time to reduce the shock, though.

“Hiiiiii!”

Looking down from his barstool to identify the source of the saccharine greeting, Nix very nearly sprayed his mouthful of beer over the speaker. Choking it down followed by extensive coughing and hacking wasn’t an improvement on the startled azumarill’s end, but doubtless the feminine pichu’s dress appreciated it.

“Oh my gosh, are you okay mister?” The little electric type asked with immense syrupy concern, girlish voice breathy with just a suggestion of a lisp. “Do you needa doctor?”

“Oh fucking dammit…” Nix managed, stubby hand clutched to his blue chest. Now he heard the laughter. Half the bar was in on it, probably only a matter of time until the other half started.

The little ‘mon gasped, paws to their pink cheeks. “Those words are [i]naughty,[/i] mister.”

“Yeah, don’t swear in front of the little girl.” Roared a fat garchomp from his booth. Nix vaguely recalled his name as Lazz, or something. Doubled over in laughter, the bastard.

“He’s right!” The pichu agreed indignantly with hands on their hips. “It’s not nice ta say bad things in front of kids.”

“Oh Arceus…” Nix dropped his head to the bar. The big ‘mon upstairs probably wouldn’t deign to help him out of this one, but he begged internally anyway. “This is about me flirting with that underage jolteon girl, isn’t it? Dammit, Spark, that was an accident. She was seventeen and a half, for crying out loud!”

“What are you talking about?” Asked the electric-type, all innocence while the rest of the bar laughed. “I don’t know anything about that. I’m just an innocent little girl.”

It wasn’t fair. Make one little mistake and the guys ragged you about it forever. Who even let an eevee have a thunderstone that young, that’s what Nix wanted to know.

“Okay, if that’s how we’re going to play it…” Grumbled the chubby water-type under his breath. He picked himself back up to look down at the ‘little girl’. Spark always had been a feminine little twink. Right now ‘she’ was dressed in an atrociously beribboned monstrosity of a- 

Nix wasn’t quite sure, actually. Kanto schoolgirl’s outfit? 

“So, what are you doing in here, little girl?”

“I’m looking for my daddy.” Big deceptively sweet eyes blinked up at him, hands adorably clasped behind the pichu’s back. It was enough to spike a guy’s blood sugar. 

“Uh huh.” He rolled his eyes. “And what does your daddy look like?”

“He’s big. And tall. And handsome.” Fluttering eyelashes. Downright nauseating sweetness. “Heeeeey. You’re big and tall and handsome. Are you my daddy?”

Now that the initial reaction was over most of the other ‘mon were going back to their drinks. With the worst over, Nix sighed, and leaned down on his short stool to pat the little electric mouse on the head. “I think I get it. Yeah, I can be your daddy.”

Sparx giggled, pressing back into the azumarill’s stubby hand. “Yay! Can I sit in daddy’s lap?”

Well, if the little annoyance wasn’t going to break character, Nix figured he might as well play along. Letting the pichu get his gogoat in front of the other regulars wouldn’t do him any favors.

“Okay, okay.” He hauled the little crossdresser up to perch in front of him on the stool. Best he could do without an actual lap. With their relative heights the pichu’s ears barely reached over the surface of the hardwood bar. “There. Is that comfy?”

“Yeah.”

The smaller rodent snuggled back into him, rubbing their back against his crotch in the process. Like many pokemon Nix didn’t bother with clothes on an everyday basis, leaving only the soft fabric of Spark’s absurd outfit as a barrier between the pichu’s butt and his privates. He was going to need another drink. …And a little petty retribution for the teasing contact wouldn’t hurt either.

“Hey, Andre. Can I get another beer? And a shirley temple for my little girl.”

“Hey! I wanna grownup drink too.”	

“Alcohol is for big boys and girls.” Nix replied, smirking at the little ‘mon’s squeaky outrage.

Spark hauled their feminine frame up by the bar’s edge, pleading. “I’m a big girl!”

“I don’t think so.” The azumarill replied smugly. 

The stolid lombre behind the bar played along like the absolute champ he was, sliding a fizzing glass with a cheri berry on top into place beside Nix’s refill. “Listen to your daddy, sweetheart.”

“No fair!” Wailed the pichu, once again drawing amused attention from the other patrons. “I wanted booze.”

“Nuh-uh. Grownups only.” 

Nix shot Andre a grateful look, happy to have someone backing up his little revenge. He pulled the mixed drink within his little friend’s reach, where it was snubbed with extreme prejudice. “Hmmf.”

“Heeeeey. I have an idea.” Andre winked at the azumarill. The bartender leaned forward, resting one elbow on the bar so he could look down at the pouting electric-type. “Maybe the little girl should prove how grown up she is, if she wants a grownup drink.”

“Yeah?” Nix asked, sipping from his own glass as he watched the yellow mouse in his lap failing to feign disinterest. “What do you mean?”

“Let’s say she showed us she’s grown-up tough.”

“How would she do that?”

“Oh, she’d have to be able to play with the big boys.”

“Yeah, I guess she would.” He tousled Spark’s headfur roughly.

“I’m plenty tough!” ‘She’ protested, batting away the larger mon’s hands. “I don’t gotta prove nothing!”

“That’s a shame. I have a really nice bottle of shuca brandy.” Andre told no one in particular. It took a few seconds to percolate through black-pointed ears. When it did, the smaller pokemon’s eyes snapped as wide as dinner plates.

“Whaaaaat?” The pichu hopped to their feet on the stool rim, eyes shining and drool collecting in his mouth. “No way. That stuff’s impossible to get around here.”

“Yeah. See, it’s right over there.” Andre casually thumbed back at a shelf behind the bar. His poker face was fighting a valiant but losing battle against a shit-eating grin. “I couldn’t share it with a little girl, though.”

“I’m not a little girl!” Wailed the pichu despairingly. “C’mon, please! Don’t do this to me!”

“Oh, so sorry.” Nix joined in, exchanging amused looks with his drink-dispensing buddy. The situation was well and truly derailed from whatever the zap-mouse must’ve had planned, and Nix was loving it. He nuzzled at the top of the pichu’s head, putting on his most cloying voice. “If our good friend Spark walked in and ordered some, we’d be [i]happy[/i] to buy him a round. He’s a grown-up. Even if he is a sissy little bottom boy.”

“[i]I’m-[/i]“

“But you’re a cute little girl. So I can’t give you any grown-up drinks.” Andre pinched the pichu’s cheek, probably an unwise gamble given the electrocution risk, but the pokemon around them laughed uproariously. “Unless the little lady can prove she’s tough enough for it.”

The look on Spark’s face was priceless.

After spluttering for several seconds, the pichu chewed out their frustration in identifiable syllables. “Fine! I’ll prove I’m grown up enough! What do you want?”

“I’m sure your daddy here knows just what to do.”

“Oh, daddy does.” Nix agreed. He licked his lips, pulling the little yellow troublemaker into his front.

For such a little perv, Spark could be amazingly slow on the uptake once in a while. “…Oh, you fucking assholes…” 

“Little girls shouldn’t say naughty words.” Nix teased. “Be a good girl for daddy and sit in his lap again.”

“Fine, daddy.” The pichu grumbled. Red in the face, ‘she’ sat back down. “Is this good?”

“It’s a good start.” One hand on his beer, Nix reached down to rub his little girl’s hip with the other. “Snuggle up to your dad.”

With a huff, Spark complied. The little ‘mon backed up to his daddy, mashing his buns up to the azumarill’s crotch.

“That’s much better. We can get even closer though.” Nix grabbed the hem of the ludicrous skirt, and pulled it out from under the pichu’s rear so that he could grind his understated hydrodynamic sheath right up under Spark’s tail, a tactile delight. Nix had enough alcohol in his system that he was only just starting to plump up down there, and he planned to use the extra time well. “Andre, you cool?”

“My idea, wasn’t it?” The bartender asked rhetorically. He raised his voice to make sure he was heard. “It’s not like any of these degenerates will mind.”

Rowdy assent poured back from the tipsy clientele. All male pokemon in various stages of drunkenness, all happy for a bit of a floor show.

“…get you for this…” Grumbled Spark, who nonetheless continued the lowkey lapdance. The rodent could feel Nix’s maleness stirring from its lair back between his cheeks, already dripping onto his good silk panties. Refusing to make eye contact with any of their audience his face was red as the top side of a voltorb.

“Hush, now. You want to be a good girl for daddy so you get your reward.” Nix hummed, kissing the top of the pichu’s head. 

“Yes, daddy.” Spark answered, voice honeyed acid and glaring daggers up at the azumarill. 

Blue paws played over the front of the white uniform shirt, squeezing at nonexistent cleavage. “My little girl is so pretty.”

“Mmmf.”

“She got all dressed up for her daddy, didn’t she?” Nix nipped at the edge of a black ear, nibbling his way down it to make the electric mouse shudder. “Remember, good girls tell the truth.”

“Yes.” Spark bit out. His eyes were fixed on the amber bottle Andre had pointed out earlier, with the goal of holding out as long as he could before having to acknowledge the cock between his buns. Nix was doing most of the work at this point, humping and grinding away. “I wanted to look pretty.”

“I’ll bet you did.” Nix whispered into the femboy’s sensitive ear. “You were going to tease me and tease me with your cute little tail. But dad knows his baby girl too well.”

The pichu nodded, slightly. That had been more or less the plan.

Grinning like a madman, the azumarill kicked out with a foot, sending them spinning around to face away from the bar. Just about everyone was watching, amused or disbelieving.

Nix lifted him to his feet, standing him up in front of him on the stool. “Show everyone how brave you are by taking off your panties, sweetie.”

Reluctantly, but with good booze on the line, Spark reached under their skirt to pull down the undergarment. Catcalls and whoops of delighted amusement cheered him on, naturally making things worse.

At least as many eyes were on Nix’s crotch, visible between Spark’s legs with nothing to cover it. One or two of the raunchy compliments were directed his way. But being in control of the situation made all the difference.

“Maybe you’re grown up enough after all, honey. Now prove to everyone you’re tough enough for the hard stuff and sit down on daddy’s cock.”

Spark gulped, and began to sink back down. It felt at least a hundred times as awkward to aim with so many eyes on him. No way was the embarrassed pichu going to pull aside the dress to see what he was doing. It took a dozen tries to nestle that cock up against the girly pucker.

He closed his eyes and tried to relax open as he dropped down on Nix’s dick, wincing at the stretch. The azumarill was easily twice his size and then some, after all. Luckily for the crossdressing little mouse this wasn’t his first rodeo. And even more luckily, there was really no such thing as a water type going in dry.

“Good giiiirl.” Nix praised as his tip stopped drizzling all over itself, and started leaking profusely into the electric-type’s tight ass. “Keep going and take it all.”

“Get in there!” “Woot!” “You go, babe!”

No doubt if there was a neat little single-syllable word for taking a shaft up one’s tailpipe the rowdy males would be chanting it the same way a frat house might chorus ‘chug chug chug!’. That might have been better or worse than the mixed encouragement which screwed up Spark’s concentration to no end. Thanking Arceus for Nix’s smooth taper even as he cursed it for being so damn big (relatively speaking), Spark forced his aching tailhole down over the hard cock to the hilt, gasping as he reached the end.

Nix’s soft flippery paw caressed over his head, and he pressed back into it before remembering that he was mad.

“My baby girl is so tight.” The hand moved up under Spark’s arm, joined by the other one on the opposite side. “Mmm. Daddy loves your tailhole.”

“Thank you, daddy.” Spark spat out. “Can I have my drink now?”

“Mmmmmmmno.” Nix shifted and pressed down, forcing that little extra fraction of himself into the pichu’s strained anus to get a gasp out of the other end. “I want to have my fun first.”

He lifted the electric type up slowly, enjoying the way Spark’s butt hugged him wetly the whole way out. A drizzle leaked out around him as the ring slid toward his narrower tip, pre sliding down to coat the two bumps under his sheath that were the water-type’s balls. 

Without warning he slammed Spark back down, yanking the tailstar all the way open again around his erection. The resulting yelp was as girly as the pichu’s getup.

He used the electric type like a sex toy, manhandling their whole body up and down over his crotch to milk a steady stream of exhalations out of the mouse. Now that the initial shock was wearing off somewhat, those sounds were steadily becoming less pained and more stimulated as the water-type’s shaft ground up against just about everything in Spark’s insides.

“I think my little girl is enjoying this.” Nix observed haughtily.

“Just F-finish already!” Spark huffed out.

“I think I got a little whiskey dick going on. Could take a while.” The azumarill taunted. He made sure to slam forward a little on his next thrust, pretty sure from the reaction he got that he’d rammed right into the pichu’s prostate. And then made damn sure not to for the next several. “It would help if my little lady told everyone just how much she liked daddy’s cock.”

“Fuck!” One way or another, Spark couldn’t take this much longer. The thick rod inside him was driving him crazy despite his frustration with being gotten the better of. He just couldn’t help it; getting stretched like a rubber band was one of his favorite things. “I love it! I love being screwed open on daddy’s fat dick!”

Rewarded with another set of hard shoves into his prostate, the pichu broke down in a moan that left nobody in any doubt about the declaration’s honesty.

“Lift up your skirt so they can see, too.”

A supremely difficult maneuver, while being used as an onahole. The risk that ‘daddy’ might stop… or that he might not stop… or that he might forfeit his high-proof prize… pick one, any of them was a strong motivator. With this in mind, Spark managed to catch the hem of the schoolgirl’s dress, pulling it up so their attentive audience could actually see under it.

“I’m a dirty girl! I want daddy to fuck me hard in front of everyone!”

Good enough for Nix. Daddy fucked his girl hard, Spark’s girly little cock swinging as hard as an onyx in front of him and the water-type’s dick pumping in and out for all to see. 

Unable to hold off any longer Nix let off his hydro-pump with a grunt of pleasure, pouring into the tight ass until it overfilled and forced back out around the stretched hole. Evicted by a lack of room the pichu’s jizz didn’t so much spray out as it escaped in a slow pumping leak from his battered prostate. 

Cum mixing on the stool and where it had spilled out into the floor, they sat their panting to the raucous cheers of the other bar patrons.

“Fuuuuck.” Nix breathed. Worn out from lifting the other ‘mon up and down on his crotch, he leaned back into the bar while his plumbing continued to expel shot after shot of watery jizz into Spark’s ass. More than half of the water-type’s voluminous ejaculate washed back out almost immediately. Though, from the way the weight on his belly kept increasing, enough must be staying inside to make his ‘little girl’ look thoroughly knocked up. “You really are a good girl.”

“Whatever, ‘dad’.” Spark groaned. He cradled at his ballooned stomach, feeling the contents sloshed. “You bastard.”

“What?” Nix objected lazily, tipping his beer back into his mouth and spilling some on the well-fucked pichu in the process. “Don’t tell me you weren’t planning to seduce me in like, the most embarrassing way possible in front of the guys. Turnabout’s fair.”

“I’m too fucking full of jizz to drink any of that brandy, you fucking firehose!” Spark yelled in squeaky rage.

Rowdy laughter flooded the gay bar. Nix patted the angry diminutive rodent on the head. “I’m sure Andre will save you a shot for later, after you mop up.”

“Fuck you.”

“Only after you do your chores, sweetie.”



[center]The End[/center]