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The location: Facing the local nude beach. The place: A nice and quiet cafe with a gentle and calming atmosphere, as well as, according to the many visitors and regulars, is top tier.

The cafe in question is called the Sweet Sea, the staff are a group of interesting creatures called Swatchlings, tall and strong-looking men wearing masks that have a pretty close resemblance to the plague doctor's mask. A pair of them actually owning the place, in fact, they're just greeting a new customer.

"Greetings, dear customer." Said one with an impressive body holding a tray of hot beverages while the other was behind his back, wearing nothing but a white bowtie and short shorts. His mask's eyes and nipples were also white in color

The other standing beside him was similarly built, both hands behind his back, his mask's eyes and nipples being completely black in color, same with his necktie and thong. "First time visiting?"

The visitor, a young human man, let's call him Dave, nodded softly, pretty taken back by the... 'uniform' those two are wearing, he knew that their location was pretty clothing optional but this is... wow. "Um, yes, I am. A friend of mine told me a lot of good things about this place." He gave a small shrug. "So here I am."

"Well, do remind us to thank your friend for this colorful advertisement." The white one said with a small chuckle. Then both of them placed one hand on their chests and gave a small bow, moving in perfect sync. "We are the owners of this fine establishment. I am Blanc."

"And I am Noir." Then both stood up straight, also in perfect sync. "A table for one, yes?" Seeing the nod from there new visitor, Noir gave a small nod of his own, before bowing and gesturing for their customer to follow him. "This way, please." He turned around and made his way to one of the tables near the window, the new guest's eyes focusing on that magnificent, slightly bouncy ass as they walked.

"Here you are, sir~" Noir said with a smile, gesturing for him to take a seat on the booth beside the window before providing a menu for him to look through. "If you need anything, ring this bell and one of our waiters will be with you." He explained, gesturing to a bell that was sitting at the middle of the table. With that, he left to get back to his duties.

"Strange... he smelled kind of like... dark chocolate..." Dave shrugged then began looking through the menu, all of the drinks, hot and cold, looked pretty refreshing, not to mention the food and desserts. "Wow... just looking at these pictures I can tell everything would be good." Another, quicker look through the menu... then rang the bell a couple of times.

A couple of seconds later, one of the waiters appeared, Dave's eyes bugging out as he saw this mini-giant standing in front of him, slightly taller than the two he saw earlier, but almost double their size and mass in muscle, his nipples and eyes being orange in color, as well as his bowtie, wrist cuffs, and thong that had a pretty hefty bulge bouncing at the front. "Um... h-hello sir! Hope you're enjoying your stay with us so far. With it being your first and all." He had a slightly soft voice, stuttering a bit over his words, which was... kinda adorable. "I-I'm Orange, and I'll be taking your order." He said as he picked the tiny notebook that was hanging from the side of his thong.

"My...? Oh, order, right!" Dave cleared his throat, reeling himself back from the shock, the reaction not missed by the waiter, who blushed heavily, 'hiding' his face briefly behind his tiny notebook. 'Gosh, how can a huge guy be so small and adorable!?' He thought before placing his order. "I would like a cup of Orange Milk, hot please, pancakes topped with Bluberry... ButCream?"

Orange blushed a bit as he wrote down the orders. "Got it. Your order shall be done and ready soon!" Then went back to the kitchen to give the chefs the order.

While that was happening, Dave looked around the cafe, still had that nice and calming atmosphere that he felt when he looked in from the outside, noticing that most of the seats were more booth-like with leather, couch-like seats instead of the normal randomly placed tables and chairs, almost like a host club instead of cafe, really, there was even a small stage in the back with two poles on either side that reached all the way to the ceiling. If he was being honest, he noticed the place quite a few times when passing by, but seeing the stuff that go on inside he didn't get the courage to step in... until his friend told him about the wild birthday party he had at this cafe about a week ago... he still feels bad for missing it, despite him having an intense fever at the time.

"Here you go sir." His waiter suddenly said as he placed the small cup of orange-ish white drink in front of him. "Your pancakes will be done soon~" Then went off to take the orders of another table.

Taking a small sip of his drink, he instantly noticed the slightly thick texture of the milk, but it tasted pretty good, regardless. Once again, his eyes wandered over the few occupied tables, one of the other waiters, a huge and beefy one wearing a red speedo, fingerless gloves, and nothing else, his body having a similar build to the orange teddy bear who's servicing him. Then came the shock when the red one casually pulled down his speedo, letting a thick and lengthy cock that made an audibly *thud* on the table that he could hear all the way from his seat, the tip already leaking pre as one of the customers on that table, a middle-aged wolf, licked his lips hungrily before taking the fat tip into his mouth, his mouth opening a bit more than he's clearly used from the small strain in his eyes.

"Here you are sir~!" Orange returned with the pancakes, covered in a generous frosting of this thick blue-ish white cream. Seeing where the human was looking, Orange turned his head to see what was going on, his eyes bugging out as a fierce blush covered his face. "Um... yeah... this is 'that' kind of establishment." He explained while bashfully twiddling his fingers together. "Sorry if it's not your kind of place, sir."

"Oh! Nononono! I'm fine, just... took me by surprise..." He assured while his eyes were still locked on the action going on, further shock being the red waiter grabbing the head of the wolf with one hand and started practically face-fucking the guy!

"Yeah... And Rosso can be a bit... too much, sometimes..." Orange explained, his already big bulge growing even bigger in size as it slowly turned into a tent.

"Huh..." Dave took another sip from his milk, finally taking his eyes off of the action happening all the way over there, but they began roaming over Orange's body. "Hey, can... can you do me a favor?" Orange perked up slightly, listening to what the man wanted. "Can you... show me the insides of your mouth?" He noticed that with Blanc and Noir, but didn't want to see rude and ask about it.

"Um... sure." Orange took a seat beside him, scooting pretty close. "Figured you'd want a close look." Then opened his mouth, revealing that even his tongue and the insides of his mouth were orange, just like his eyes and clothes.

"Wow..." Without really thinking, Dave reached up with one hand, his fingers gently pinching the slim tongue, thumb rubbing against the top. Strange coloring aside, it still had the normal texture and sliminess of a normal tongue, another strange thing is that even his breath smelled like oranges. "Okay... I... think I'm good." He said, finally releasing the waiter's tongue.

"Did that... sate your... curiosity, sir?" Orange asked, panting slightly as the attention seems to have gone straight to 'both' heads.

"Yeah, it did..." The guest replied, slicing a piece of his pancakes, dipping them in the cream, then taking them into his mouth, a delightful shiver running through his spine as the cream had that pleasant sweet and sour taste that went well with the pancakes, briefly noticing that it had a somewhat similar thick-ish texture as the milk. "But... can I ask you to return in a few? I still some curiosity left to sate."

"Oh, of course sir~!" Orange placed a hand on the man's thigh. "Anything you may ask of me, I'll try to oblige." Then stood up to go back to his duties. Just as Rosso let out a small growl, huffing deeply as he gave his wolf customer quite the impressive facial.

No wonder his friend like the place, if it's like this during normal days, imagine how it would be on special days/events. He barely noticed how he pretty much inhaled his pancakes, guess they were just that good, now he was just taking his time with the milk.

A few minutes later, drink already finished, Orange came back, taking a seat beside the new customer. "So... how can I be of service?"

"Hands behind your head." Orange did as he was asked, revealing his semi-bushy pits... then jumped slightly with a yelp as the human shoved his face into one, taking a few deep breaths and curious licks. "Damn... even your sweat and musk taste like oranges." Then pushed his face in once again, while his hand groped at Orange's body and dick through his thong, which felt as big as it seemed.

"Hah... s-sir..." Orange pleaded softly, panting hotly as his customer had his way with him, body heat rising slowly as his body began sweating slightly from all the attention.

The young man finally pulled his face out of that musky pit. "Hey, on the table, now." Orange, once again, did as told, bending over the table with his chest pressing firmly against it, his bubble ass facing the customer, who looked pretty eager to explore this willing butler. Spreading those cheeks with his hands exposed the bright orange pucker that was winking eagerly at him. "Yeah... that looks pretty good~" Then shoved his face right in, making Orange jump a bit from the sudden sensation of that hungry and eager tongue working his hole.

"Hah... oh, sir!" Orange moaned a whined in his weak and soft voice, breathing and panting hard, his beak-like mouth biting down on one finger, while his other hand was gripping the table tightly, cock hard as steel under the table and leaking heavily on the floor, like a broken pipe.

With a small gasp for breath, Dave pulled off his face out of Orange's pucker, licking his lips. "Damn... even your insides taste like oranges! I can just eat you up right now."

"Unfortunately, we'd have to report you for attempted cannibalism." Both Dave and Orange jumped as Noir suddenly appeared beside them, smiling softly. "I take it you're liking our services, so far?"

Dave gave a small nod. "Hell yeah. This place might just become my top favorite cafe to visit." He nudged Orange on the thigh a bit, urging him to flip around which the Swatchling did, now laying on the amazingly sturdy table, on his back, spread eagle with his orange, hard cock and pucker on display.

"I see you're enjoying this cafe's exquisite tastes~" Noir teased with a small smiled.

"Indeed I am~" Dave stood up and stepped closer to Orange, the tent in his pants poking against the Swatchling's wet hole, then reach up with his hands, letting them roam over Orange's body, rubbing his balls, cock, abs, chest, even his face and insides of the mouth. "And you have one adorable little stud here." Hearing that, Orange let out a small moan as he blushed slightly.

"He might look all shy and reserved but trust me, he loves the attention~" Noir said as he reached one hand to tease and tweak at Orange's nipples... until a milky-orange fluid began leaking from them. "How about a little taste from the tap? On the house, of course."

Dave blushed fiercely, his eyes wide with surprise. "Wait a minute... so the milk I drank earlier...?"

Noir nodded. "Came from these glorious tits, right here~" He gave the nipple in his hand a firm pinch, making Orange yelp slightly, squirting some 'Orange Milk' out. Dave practically pounced on Orange, mouth latching onto one nipple and sucking away, hard. "Well, someone was hungry." Noir commented with a small chuckle then walked away. "Do visit us in the kitchen before you leave. We have a little surprise for new guests."

Dave wasn't really listening, focused on feasting on Orange's literal manmilk while the tent in his pants was quickly becoming a bit too uncomfortable. Pulling off of one nipple with a small *pop*, he panted for breath briefly. "Hey, uh... do mind if I...?" He asked as he rubbed the tip of his tent against Orange's pucker.

"Yes... please, sir..." The big Swatchling moaned out his words, grabbing the back of his legs and pulling back, exposing himself to his guest even more.

Not needing to be asked twice, Dave was already out of his pants and pressing his cock in, which was considerably smaller than Orange, obviously, he was surprised when he slipped in with very little, if any, resistance, but then remembered the kind of place he was in. Seeing that was the case he instantly began fucking away, not caring about anyone hearing them. "Fuck yeah... you like that, don't you!" It was more like stating a fact than a question.

Orange was unable to speak, for such a small guy, this human sure knew how to work his cock in someone's ass, and this big Swatchling was left moaning and groaning shamelessly as he was fucked right there on the table like a cheap slut... and he LOVED it!

"Ah... no... FUCK!" Dave growled loudly as he reached his peak pretty quickly, his orgasm crashed into him like a truck, slamming himself deep into his waiter and blasting his insides with his cum. This triggered Orange's own orgasm, with a weak cry his cock blasted away straight up in the air, his cum raining down on both of them for a couple of minutes straight.

Once both were down from their orgasmic high, Dave stepped back a bit, pulling out of the Swatchling waiter with a wet *schlurp*before slumping back in his seat. "That... was... absolutely amazing..." He panted for breath, checking his clothes briefly. "Welp, guess I'm walking shirtless back to my apartment. Good thing this place is located where it is." Then took his upper clothes off, his pants being the least affected by the cum shower he just had. Speaking of which... "Hmm... yep, also tastes like oranges."

"Hot towel, sir?" Blanc suddenly appeared beside him with a small tray carrying a rolled up towel.

"Ah, thanks." Dave took the towel and unrolled it, wiping his face, chest, and hands with it, the wet and warm feeling, along with the softness of the cloth providing quite the pleasant sensation on his skin. "Quite the swift service here." He complimented as he placed the towel back on the tray.

"Of course, sir. Providing the utmost comfort to our customers is our top priority, that includes swiftness of response to any circumstance, if able." Blanc gave a small bow. "Now, if you'll excuse us, we have a few things to prepare for our newest guest." He said as he nudged Orange on the arm, who stood up and followed his boss, ass leaking slightly.

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It was a short while later when Dave was called into the kitchen, where he was greeted with the sight of the entire staff, including Blanc, Noir, and Orange, all lined with strange pump-like devices strapped to their cocks, which were all pretty... above average, connected to tubes that led to fancy-looking plastic bottles with the emblem of the cafe plastered on one side, while the faces of each member of the staff was plastered a the bottom. "Ah, our esteemed guest has arrived." Blanc started, gesturing with his hand to the others. "You have already met myself, my brother Noir, and dear, sweet Orange." The orange colored Swatchling waved bashfully. "Let me introduce you to the others."

He gestured to the red Swatchling Dave saw earlier. "Hey there, cutie~ Name's Rosso~" He greeted with a flex of one large arm, the bicep being almost as big as Dave's head, if not slightly bigger. "I'm one of the main entertainers. If you don't see me waiting on tables, you'll find me on stage giving everyone a hot show with their food~" He finished with a small wink.

Then a blue one with a calm demeanor and a buff build, wearing nothing but an blue apron that was pushed slightly aside for his cock. "I am Azul. Staff Manager and second main entertainer. I make most of my appearances on stage, rarely do I wait on tables."

A green one then spoke up, his body being more athletic than the blue one's, wearing a green-colored, butler-themed speedo, wrist cuffs, and bowtie. "Heya! I'm Verde, one of the waiters. Love to play dress-up for my loyal customers."

Then a yellow one spoke up, his body build similar to Verde's, wearing cargo shorts hanging by yellow suspenders from his shoulders, the zipper and button undone. "Flavus here, another waiter. Oh, and I looooove to party!"

Finally a purple one with a lean-athletic build, wearing a purple, sleeveless vest and tight-fitting speedo. He gave a small bow. "I am Murasaki, waiter. I will do my best to make your next visit more memorable."

With introductions done, Blanc stood alongside the others. "Now then, let's give our dear guest here our complimentary soda drinks, yes?" Dave didn't know what to expect... well, he did have an idea, and was pretty excited. Then, all of them let out a collective sigh as they let loose, despite the various colors, it was clear that they were loading up the bottles with piss. And yet Dave was still excited, but there was a hint of skepticism of such a... 'gift'.

Once they were done relieving their bladders, the stuffed their cocks away and left to do their thing, while Blanc and Noir picked up the bottles full of strangely fizzing and colorful piss and headed over to the cashier stand. As Noir finished printing out the receipt and Dave payed, Blanc handed a holder of sorts that held all eight bottles to the human. "Do visit us again~ And remember to put these in the fridge for a while before drinking." He suggested as he affectionately rubbed his beak against Dave's face, Noir doing the same from the other side, effectively smooshing him between their bulky bodies for a few seconds, before bidding him farewell.

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Back at his apartment, Dave was in the living room, watching some whacky, late night TV show when his phone rang. [Yo, Dave! How was the visit to the Sweet Sea?] This was his friend, let's call him Jack, the one who told him about the place.

"It was great, man! The service was speedy and efficient, the food was amazing, prices were a tiiiiny bit heavy on the wallet though, but it was worth it."

[Aaaand~?] Jack asked with a knowing, teasing tone.

"And the staff was... something else." Dave replied as he held one of the bottles, one with a black-ish drink, almost similar to Coke.

[Did they give you the 'complimentary gift' for new customers?]

"You mean their collection of piss in bottles?"

[Ah, dude... Just try them. Trust me~] Their was a small pause on Jack's side... [Oh, girlfriend's calling. Talk to you tomorrow!]

Dave shrugged as he still held the bottle in his hand... then made a brief face as he opened the bottle... took a small sniff. "Huh... doesn't smell like piss, so there's that... actually smells like... *sniff sniff* chocolate?" Then took a tiny sip... his eyes shot open in surprise. "Wow... this is actually chocolate soda... strange combination." But then took a few longer swings, clearly enjoying the taste. Then relaxed back while watching his show, wondering when to go back to the Sweet Sea, also if they're gonna do anything special that weekend. Jack did mention that they tend to do special events every weekend.