Zoroark GF stuff (different write-anon)
. >Back when 12yo >Long time friend with cute girl, don't know she's actually a zorua >Younger cousin has a birthday party, decide to take her with you >Despite her unsteady social skills she actually enjoys the presence of others >You seem to provide an anchor for her to feel comfortable around when she wants to talk to others >That smile she starts to show when she opens up to others >It did things to you, made you feel funny >The day before the party, you tell her about it and ask her if she wants to come along >A sparkle flashed in her eyes and she drew inward for a moment >That look of someone who is nervous about something but even more so excited >“I-is it ok? That I can come?” “Of course it is, ya dummy.” >She had yet to meet these family members, but they're pretty tame >New house, new setting, understandable for her to be nervous >But she's with you, and that's all she needs to get a start >She shows up to your front steps early the next day, ready to go >Early enough to eat a quick breakfast, but your mom advises against eating too much >There's going to be more than enough food at the party, so a few peanut-butter-and-cracker-sandwiches hold the two of you over >Once its time to go, you both pile in to the car with your parents in the front and the two of you in the back >Much of the time, her eyes are glued to the windows as she watches the scenery pass by >The brief time she stopped, she turned back to you to tell you about this berry bush she found on the way this morning >Gotta remember she likes plants, duly noted.
. >There's not that many at the party when you get there, just a couple families from mom's side mostly >Adults greet you first, the parents of your cousin saying hi to your little friend >Asking if the two of you need anything, the bathroom's up the stairs on the second floor if you need it, lunch will be delivery pizza and a birthday cake, and there's plenty of snacks and candy as well: standard unhealthy overkill procedures for birthday parties >Two younger cousins and one older, not by alot, ranged somewhere about 7, 10, 13 between the three of them >Friend remains half behind you for a bit, close enough she merely has to close her hand to hold onto you >Introduce her, the moment your fingers touch her hand, she's already coming around >“H-hello” she squeaks out timidly >Her shyness didn't even last five minutes, the others took off to the backyard and the two of you tagged along >You're the last one to step out, but mom grabs you before you do >“Honey we'll have lunch in an hour. Make sure you keep an eye on her, ok?” “I know, I know.” >Go on out, good sized back yard with bushes, flower beds, playsets, garden, the works >They've opted for a few rounds of hide 'n seek already >She offers to be it first >By past experience you already know she's great at hiding >Sly girl pretends being it first is a mercy play but its more ruthless than that >She's doing it just as much to scope out good hiding spots to use when its her turn to hide >Nothing unfindable, just something that might get her to let out an unusually smug laugh when you miss her the first time >After a quick first round, she gets an even split: caught early twice and gave herself away twice >Another family and a half arrives and deposits one more cousin to the mix, 9yo brother to the 10yo >Changeup to just messing around on the playsets >She always like the swings and the slides, who doesn't? >Although she's usually afraid other people will push her too hard so she always wants you to be the one behind her at the swings
. >“Kids, lunch is ready!” >You could practically hear the dinner bell going off as the others scrambled to get back inside “Ready to go?” >“W-wait, slow it down first!” >Carefully you brought the swing to a stop and let her get off before the two of you took off as well >All the kids filled up the chairs around the dining table while the adults took their food to fill the remaining seats in the living room after the kids had their plates ready >She scooted her chair a little closer to yours before sitting in it, gave you a happy smile as she sat down >Good, now you knew she was 100% comfortable >She already had her slice of pizza and small slice of cake ready >Normally she wasn't one for overtly sweet food, but fruit flavors she likes >Lucky for her, birthday boy had a strawberry cake to share >You both finish before the others who had taken much larger portions, your friend leaning on your shoulder with a satisfied sigh worthy of a content stomach >To top off your own meals, you reached for the bowl of candy on the table and grabbed a couple to make the last taste all just a bit sweeter >Unwrap one and offer it to her, just a little round piece of hard candy, she delightfully accepts while you unwrap your own and pop it in your mouth while you watch to see if she likes it >Absolutely delicious, she'd not quite ever had anything like it >You can practically see her eyes glow, those glistening sky-blue eyes >No really did the sun start coming through the window? >She freezes. >All at once that bright smile was replaced by something dark. >Did a cloud pass in front of the sun now? >Immediately she jerked up and got out of her chair >“UhhhHHHHH SORRY I GOTTA GOTOTHEBATHROOMRIGHTNOW” >She fast walks to the base of the stairs with increasing speed before she's practically bounding up them in full panic-hurry >Kinda funny how you understood what she was saying when you're pretty sure all you heard was “ORUAORUAUROURUAORUA”
. >You turn the corner and see your mom waiting at the bathroom door >“...Is everything alright in there?” >“...Mhm...J-just a minute...” >She sees you approaching and gives you a 'What was that?' look >Shrug >It takes another five minutes before she's out >She lets out a shaky sigh of relief, almost looks a little wobbly >“S-sorry...thought I was sick there...” >“Aaalright then. Just tell us if you start feeling it again, ok?” your mom gave her a kiss on the top of the head >She practically treated her like family by this point, and she might as well be >Once your friend saw you, she smiled nervously and slowly stepped towards you >You offered her your shoulder, since she still seemed to not have her balance well >Wait, she's eye level with you while hunched a bit >Was she always this tall? >Her hair's just passing her shoulders too >Did...you just now notice this? >Oh well. once she has her arm around you, all that warmth immediately begins flooding back into her >Once you made it down the stairs, there was another couple hours of playing with the cousins, moreso playing vidya at this point >She was fine with this as she was more content with just sitting and watching for now, you watching with her >They played mario party anyways >No hands were thrown, but there was a bout of screaming >About the time a particularly brutal game ended, your parents called the two of you back to head on home >Goodbyes were given and soon you were on the road again, your friend sitting in the middle of the back seat and resting on your shoulder again, rather tired despite her denial >And that's how your future zoro gf evolved into a zoroark
. “Come oooon, where are you?” >You waited with waning patience, leaned against a light pole. About ten more minutes and that light would start to glow. >She was supposed to meet you there any time, and you knew she wouldn't get lost. >Off she had gone, doing a bit of her own grocery shopping while you did yours. >In your hands: plastic bags. In hers as she finally rounded that corner: a wicker basket full of a variety of berries. >Ol' red-hair-blue-eyes came waving at you with her free hand. >“I'm here! I made it, no worries, everything's fine, just had a detour!” >Your very definitely human gf slowed her approach as you raised a hand to meet her. >A single pat on her head and then your fingers slid down behind her ear, lightly dragging finger nails before stopped right at the corner of her jaw. >Scritch scritch scritch scritch. >Her eyes nearly rolled right to the back of her head before she quickly recomposed herself. >“I got a little of everything, these should be enough for what you wanted to make, right?” >She showed off the contents of her basket with a smile seeking praise. “More than enough.” >You chuckled and gave her another headpat, although you noticed something extra. “Are those tulips?” >With stems threaded down between the berries, two red tulip heads stood above the rest. >“Yeah, it's the ones you gave me. I uh...noticed sometimes humans have flowers sitting between them when they eat?” >“I wondered why you kept bringing me flowers, until I found out it's a token given by mates.” >You stared at her dumbfounded for a moment. “Uh...but...I haven't given you flowers in a couple of years.” >“Oh I know! I kept them outside my den.” >“All of the matriarchs of your kind keep their own flowers, so I watched them to learn how, but I managed to take care of them long enough that they began to sprout on their own.” >“Now they're all grown up and around my old den, so I thought I'd fetch a couple for us!”
. >Didn't expect her to take to that gift so well, but you're glad she enjoyed it even more than expected. “We've got some room for flower beds around the house. If you'd like, we can go bring some of them over tomorrow.” >She gave an excited nod. >“I'd love to! If the matriarchs keep flowers, then so can I!” >Yep, you'll be the envy of all the grandmas. Old lady Witherton can rest easy knowing that the profession of flowerkeeping is carried on by a pokefucker's fox wife. >Well...maybe she doesn't need to know that detail. >Had both your hands not been full, you'd be leaving that light pole claw-in-hand, but it was fine. >Only a short walk down the street was needed to make it home, that time spent with her inquiries about how your shopping trip went. >Fine. Gallon of moomoo milk, some yogurt, a couple bellpeppers for the best scrambled egg she has yet to taste, a bag of chips, a pack of- >Your thoughts were immediately broken when a loud crash snapped your attention away. >Your neighbor's house, the door flung open and a lucario came skidding halfway out to the road. >“GET BACK HERE YOU WHORE, I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU.” came from inside. >The lucario flipped onto her feet and wiped something from her lips, something not blood...saliva? >Whatever she was hungry for, she cleared that entire distance back to the doorway in a single leap, catching on the upper door frame with her hands and swinging herself inside with a flying kick. >A loud grunt came from within before something that sounded like straining. >“HNNnggh...hhhHHHYYYEAH!” >You couldn't see it, but that was clearly a wooden table someone just snapped in half. >While you had a raised brow at the sound of property damage, your fox gf laughed at the ruckus. >Your neighbor's lucario has some savage heats. >Good thing he's into that. >As you passed-oh yep no he's definitely got her in a full nelson. >Hurry along now.
. >By the time everything is in the door and unpacked, you figure there's enough time for a movie or so. >You change your clothes to something more comfortable, jogging pants but no shirt, and she needlessly removes an article of “clothing” or two with a wink before turning back abruptly to her normal self. >Tonight you introduce your zoro gf to the wonderful world of smoothies. >Atleast you think that's something pokemon would like. They like berries, so a smoothie should be a no-brainer, right? >Setting all the ingredients out she gives them quizzical looks as she ponders what you'll do with them. >Then you bring out the blender. The thing that turns food to mush. >“Anon...I really don't need my food pre-chewed for a newborn zorua.” “Trust me, it'll be great...probably. I don't actually do smoothies often.” >Once you had finished, she realized it was more of a drink as you handed her the special glass you bought her. >Lidded and with a straw, nice textured grip around it, it was her own special drinking glass specifically chosen so she could grip it with her paws easily and not constantly worry about spilling. >That fruity aroma told her everything she needed to know about the taste before it ever made it to her mouth, and she loved it every drop. >She waited patiently for you on the couch while you brought the two flowers in a vase and sat them on the end table. >The moment you sat down, that red cushion of her mane pressed upon your shoulder as she leaned in, happily sipping away. >Tonight was sappy movie saturday, so you pulled up the channel that has nothing but crappy movies where some plucky young girl and her mightyena move to the city and find true love just in time to save the local christmas parade. >She ate it up anyways. Give it twenty more movies, maybe she'll realize they're all the same.
. >The two of you almost fell asleep on the couch after it ended. A few oddly out-of-season commercials for their christmas movies lulled both of you for a moment before you roused her up. >Quickly taking care of some final nightly duties, she makes it to bed first and awaits for you with one elbow propping herself up. >A smug grin crossed her face, “What'll it be tonight, champ? Do you want to be a big, strong charizard?” >You laughed and flipped a pillow up into her snoot. She'll never let you live that moment down. “Hey now, I was sleep-talking. Don't make me do to you like he did to that lucario.” >She leaned in close, “...Maybe I'd like that.” “...The property damage or the full nelson?” - >Slowly you're roused awake in the night. >It's dark, but you know that light pressure and fur-on-skin sensation, around your upper body. >It wasn't the pressure that awoke you, but the wet sensation that met your lips. >With little delay it parted your lips and found its way inside. >Oh that's some tongue action alright. >Very light kisses, the absolute lightest to try and not wake you, followed by some mild exploration of her tongue in the inside of your mouth. >It's either kisses or she really liked that smoothie and is looking for more. >You left the self-flattery to your thoughts and chose not to disturb her. Just enjoy the intimacy as she does her thing. >Although...your hand creeps up. >Painstakingly. >Carefully. >Slowly. >Then you make your move and grab a big, gracious, gasp-eliciting handful of tiddy while she's not expecting it. >Holy shit, they ARE real, she didn't fake those.
. >Warm, golden sunlight flowed into the bedroom that morning, filtered by a white sheer curtain. >Still playing the big spoon to your black and red 'full body pillow of fur', you didn't need to look at the clock. No work today, and it was probably well past eight anyways. >You buried your face into her shoulder fluff, giving a soft nip and kiss to your zoroark gf >There was a light shuffle at first but since she didn't move much immediately after, you presumed she was still asleep >As your hand wandered around her sides and the front, she felt a bit...bigger than usual. >Oh well, you're still trying to hang on to some semblance of sleep. Probably just misjudged hand placement. >You grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close by there instead. >That fur is never going to Not be just a bit ticklish against you. >You only had a few seconds to enjoy the intimacy before she began to stir. >Without turning to you, she eased up and woke with a great, big, toothy yawn, making an audible pop as she stretched her arms. >First her head turned to give a sideways glance to you with a smile, a strand of her untied hair hanging over an eye. >And then she turned to face you. >That's...a... >“The months have flown by fast, haven't they?” she spoke, resting her hand on a rather large and obviously pregnant belly. >Oh fuck. >Wait. >What day is it? >You don't remember a thing. >Oh fuck you don't have amnesia do you- >Brain finally began to wake up. >Right as the lights finally come on in your head, you look and see that shit-eating smirk on her face. >Bamboozled before the day even started.
. “Too early for that.” you laughed as you tossed your pillow at her, her stomach poofing back to normally instantly. >While she was reacting to the pillow, you quickly lunged and pulled her to you for one last snuggle and cuddle. >After a giggle fit from the fox, she peered at you with those bright blue eyes, “And you're too easy for that.” >You made a spinning motion with your finger. “Turn around for just a minute, let me fix your hair.” >She gave an confused but curious look at first but did as she was told. >It should be fairly easy, simple steps that would be hard to get wrong. >Just do as you had seen your sister do before, just a big and loose braid. >Three sections, one in each hand, one down the middle. >Right over middle and middle under right, switch, left over middle and middle under left, switch. >Don't think about it too much, just a...sorta continuous figure-eight motion. >Right? >Eitherway, your zoroark was showing a good deal of patience with the occasional tugging you just realized you might be doing. >Once you got your flow down, things sped up considerably and before you knew it, you were at the end. >Just gotta get the bauble on her hair situated and secured. “Aaand we're done!” >Yeah it's not perfect. Pretty obvious you tried to wing it, but it's not too bad either if you say so yourself. “Go take a look in the mirror and see if you like it.” >The fox had a bit of bounce in her step as she left the bedroom as if she couldn't wait to look. >Following her out, she didn't say anything once she made it to the bathroom mirror but her face said enough. >Eyes widened, neither of you were sure what she expected but she seemed pleased with the results.
. “You've seen braids before, right? Surely.” >You couldn't actually recall an instance of her using braids as part of her disguise's hairstyles, but you were vaguely certain she had. >“All the time. I...tried to figure it out myself, but never discovered how it was done.” “Well that's my first time trying it myself. Sorry if it looks a little poorly made.” >“Not at all! I'm...thankful, really. That I can have my own mane done so.” >She continued to marvel at it in the mirror while you stepped to her side, resting a hand on her far shoulder and pecking her on the forehead. “Come on, today's a free day, we can do whatever or go wherever we want.” >After a moment of thought, her ears perked up. Pressing up against you, she said, “I saw a place we could go! There were other humans with food, up on top of a building, overlooking a park. Can we go there?” >You had to think for a moment of where she was talking about. >On top of...oh. Burger joint on the fourth floor of a building with outside seating area, pretty good view of the park as well as a good bit of the town. “Sure. That's the next town over though, if that's ok?” >You knew it was, and she nodded all the same. That was part of her purpose, you suspected. >She enjoys the longer drives, getting to watch the scenery go by. >She could find a good view on foot any day with a quick hike, but getting to relax in a passenger seat and enjoy it with minimal effort? Hard for her to pass up sometimes. >If it was a far enough drive, sometimes she didn't even bother with the disguise since no one would recognize either of you anyways. >This place wasn't quite that far away though. >Before the two of you left, she spent a little extra time in the bathroom on her disguise, making sure to include her new braid with the illusion. >Can't just keep that only visible around the house, no, she wanted others to see what you did for her, even if it appeared just a little bit different due to the disguise.
. >This particular drive brought the two of you through some fairly wooded roads with trees on both sides, travelling along and over a ridge where occasionally one side dipped down enough to give a good view of land off in the distance. >Just like when she was a zorua, before you even realized, she kept her eyes focused on anything and everything that passed by. >Somewhere in the neighborhood of an hour's drive, the two of you made it to the city limits. >Fairly small town but still bigger than where you drove from. >The building in question was one of the taller ones, most didn't stand taller than two stories. >You just had a couple streets to turn down before you found the place. >Easy to spot. >Found a parking spot, put it in park, and entered the building. >First floor was a convenience store, but a sign near the front plainly pointed towards the back to indicate what was on each of the other floors, with elevator and stairs visible from the fron door. >You felt something brush past you as you headed towards the elevator, but disregarded it. >No one seemed to be waiting on the elevator, but it had already lit up and seemed to be coming down. >Just before you arrived, so did it, and the door opened to be empty of passengers and ready to go. >Odd. >You stepped in and turned around. >Oh whoops, you went a bit deeper into the elevator and were out of reach of the buttons-aaand there's your gf. >You squinted at her. “...You just wanted to hit the button didn't you.” >You could see that fox's grin straight through her disguise. >Thought she was following you the whole time when she ran ahead to call the elevator and send the two of you up. >Ding. >The door closed.
. >Ding. >The door opened and there were no signs of whatever scandalous activities that could possibly have taken place in that short ride up. >Aside from the fading bite mark on your neck. >The lighting in the restaurant was mostly natural, leaving some corners moody but the wall leading to the outside seating area was all windows, letting the sunlight light the rest of the interior sufficiently. >Now that you were there, it had a bit more of a cafe feel to it. >You knew they advertise for burgers, but were known a bit on the side as having pretty decent coffee too. >They seemed to be low traffic at the moment with no one waiting in line, so with your still-very-human-with-voluminous-red-hair gf in hand, you went ahead to place your order. “Yeah I'll take uhhhhhhhh” >You thought for a second how degenerate you want your order to be. >It's a good day. Treat yourself a bit. >No don't listen to him. You gotta diet soon if you keep that up. >This is taking too long. Old faithful. “Bacon cheeseburger and medium sweet tea. And...what do you want, hun?” >You tugged her hand to prompt her for her order. “Um. I'll take the...that thing.” >She pointed to a poster with a recent special advertised on it, some coffee with a name five words long and would likely be better described as dessert. >Maybe that wasn't even a coffee and was just a milkshake instead? >If not, that gave you an idea where to take her next. >As the cashier rang you two up, zoroark had a giddy, almost jog-in-place bounce. >Made you wonder if she had that drink in mind ahead of time and had been looking forward to it. >Pulling out your card, you paid for the order. >“Thank you very much, have a seat and we'll bring your food out when it's ready.” >Gesturing for her to lead the way, you spoke to her. “Pick wherever you want to sit.”
. >She led you by the hand out to the rooftop dining area. >Just a few tables sat out there and only a lone kadabra sat, stirring its drink with its spoon while waiting for its trainer, book in hand. >Your gf brought you all the way to the corner, ignoring the tables altogether, and instead sat down against the railing, legs threaded through and hanging over the side. >She looked up to you with those eyes and patted the ground beside her and you did just the same as she did. >While you adjusted yourself, you noticed the kadabra had turned his attention up to the two of you, giving a long look at your gf before switching to you, back to her, then back to you. >No words. >He knew, you knew, and he knew you knew. >You gave him a thumbs up. >He nodded and returned to his business. >He's just lookin' out for you. >Returning your attention forward, you spent a nice and quiet few minutes enjoying the breeze and watching the park below with zoroark. >From behind, all that came was a softly muffled tune coming from inside, the occasional ringing of a spoon stirring around a cup, and eventually the quiet footsteps of food delivery. >Your burger and drink, her coffee mocha frappawhatthefucca latte with caramel. >Don't care what it is, she's cute drinking it, kicking away in the air while leaning to the rail on one side, then to your shoulder on the other. >Although she didn't order anything to eat, you had a little something special you had in your pocket you saved for a special occasion. >Or any occasion you felt like spoiling her. >She heard the crinkle of a wrapper and thought it was you unwrapping your burger at first. >In you hand, a single round piece of candy. >There were those sparkles in her eyes again.
. >She's up to something. >Once in awhile, she comes into the room with a smile, a certain one. >The kind that you return with a look that says 'What did you do' and she returns with one that says 'You'll figure it out.' >She's still your sweet fox with a dash of sexy. >Lately however, she's been laying it on a bit heavy with the latter. >She's also taken to making some changes with her fur. >Some subtle and some not, but its hard to tell what changes are from illusion and what are from grooming. >So what were the changes as of late? >The fur on her legs had darkened a bit similar to the darker fur of her upper torso, but in a way that made it appear that she was wearing thigh highs, all the way down to a point at her middle toe. >Not only that, the bush. Thicker, darker, almost looks like a stringless bottom. Maybe it's the new contrast that's drawing more attention. >Also you noticed her darker torso hair a bit different, there's some pretty clear underboob now. >You hadn't seen her since you got home after work yet, having sat down on the couch to kick back for a bit, but your movements must have alerted her as you heard movement down the hall. >Ah there she- >Don't look. >No. No no no. Don't give her that satisfaction. >Nevermind, she's coming straight for you. >A faintly visible trail of crimson fur going from her navel straight down, almost looked like an arrow. >Definitely not subtle today, and rather than sitting beside you, she swung a leg over and straddled up. >“Welcome back~” and a solid kiss on the lips. >You feigned some weariness. “Yeah, long day at work.” >Her eyes narrowed with a grin, seeing right through you. >“...If you weren't ready for this, you would have sat in your recliner instead of the middle of the couch.” >She's right. “Let's atleast move to the love seat before we settle in-” >“I'm already in it.” >She looked you dead in the eyes as she said that. >Your hands moved around her hips for two big rough handfuls of fur. She's gettin' it now.
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. >Before, you thought she seemed suspiciously up to no good. >Now? She's been suspiciously well behaved. >More than ever, she's become quite the cuddlebug. >Wake up to see her poke her head out from under the covers and greet you good morning with a smile. >Crawl into your lap on the love seat and watch anything you want to watch, even things she normally wouldn't care for. >She's been like that for a good month or two now, maybe three. >Funny enough, she's even taken to wearing a bath robe around the house. >No, not an illusion. Actual clothing. >Maybe she was just getting sensitive to the temperature, hard to say but hard to believe that to be the reason either. It's not that cold in the house, right? >Although you didn't want to say anything but...she Has gained a bit of weight. Not much, just...you can tell that stomach isn't exactly as slim as it used to be. >Still, nothing wrong with that. >She hasn't been getting out much lately either though, not for those long trips in the woods like she used to. >Must be all the homebodying that has made her get a homebody. >But that's fine, she's spending even more time with you than before now. >For now, she was just lying on the couch in your arms, tongue lolled out as you reached under that bathrobe to give some deep back scratches through that thick torso fur. >She didn't like laying directly on her recently-grown stomach so she kept herself propped up on her side a bit. >A soft rain pelted the roof for awhile, the drumming sound keeping the two of you feeling nice and cozy together. >After a good hour of playful nuzzling and cuddling, she began to rise up as the rain had stopped and the windows begin the glow slightly from an emerging sun.
. >“I think I'll get one of those 'green tea cups' you got for me.” >From the living room you watched her turn on the po-Ke-cup machine and fetch her mug while it warmed up. >Ah-wait a...man. Those fingernails have got away from you. >While she gets her cup of green tea, you get your finger nail clippers and start clipping away by about the time she comes back. >Sitting across the couch from you, she sat her cup down to let it cool off just a bit before enjoying it. >Clip. >Her ears perked up. >Clip. >Clip. >She looked around for a moment. >Clip. >“Wh...what are...” >You look around, thinking she heard something before returning your attention back. >Clip. >“Stop that!” >You froze, midways through one nail that was just hanging by a bit. She was looking straight at you. >Uhhh... >Before you ask, you finish that last nail. “Uhh. Is something...wrong?” >She's sitting up now, “Stop! Why are you cutting your claws!?” “Oh. Well...they were getting too long? Humans trim their fingernails when they get too long. You've seen me cut them before, right?” >“I thought you were sharpening them!” >Huh. You didn't expect her to be so upset with that. “...Sorry, but no. They get too long and get in the way of things, so we clip them and file off any sharp edges.” >Now she just looked even more confused at the last bit. >“But...how are you going to protect us if something happens??” >She thinks human fingernails are like her claws. >You start to answer her but she cuts you off first. >“...Ohhh, I see. I forgot, humans are more of a fighting type, you'd just punch them!” >Well that's not the answer you were going for but ok. >You laughed it off and agreed. “Yeah, these nails aren't exactly for fighting.”
. >“S-sorry about that...I'm just...a little antsy lately.” >She rose back up from the couch with her cup of green tea, starting to give it some careful sips. >While she started walking towards the Kalosian double-doors leading out to the back porch, you sighed relief as you watched her figure. >...Hold up. >'Protect us?' >Somehow you got the feeling that wasn't 'you and her.' >The fox parted the curtains covering the doors, letting more light flow in. >There she stood, sunlight glowing around her, taking slow sips as she looked through the glass, the glow casting her silhouette through her robe. >With that side profile, just as you saw her stomach, details finally started adding up in your head. >No. >No that... >Does this work this way? >Did you really? “H-hey...” >Her ear flicked up. >No sense in putting this off. “Are...you...?” >She chewed her bottom lip for a moment. >“I...yeahhh...I wasn't sure for awhile but the last few weeks, I was trying to think of how to tell you. I tried to hide it for a bit but it...kinda got away from me.” >Zoroark let an illusion down and it was like someone who was sucking in their gut let it out, a few more inches added to her stomach. >She's not quite to the halfway mark yet but it's clear enough. >You knocked that fox up hard. “...They're mine, right?” >“My one and only.” said with a trace of a seductive smile. “How? I didn't think we were compatible?” >She giggled, “Oh we are. Now we know we are.”
. >As she finished her cup, she sat it down by the sink and came back to the couch, laying right along you once more. >Once again you were giving her back scratches but now your other hand rested on that growing stomach. >That sparkle in her eye, looking right at the father. >Yeah. If there was any chance of it happening, you sure made it a certainty. >Filled her to capacity and then some. >Alot. >Kinda hard to imagine that bed-ravenous red-head was this sweet fox nuzzled up against your neck. >Oh man. >You gotta get some shopping done. >And some cleaning. >And some remodelling. >And some planning. >How do you raise zoruas? >What toys do they like? >Do you...buy a scratch tower? >Chew toys? Keys? >...Chew-friendly keys that jingle jangle. That'll cover a bit. >Wait, you're holding the expert on the matter in your arms. >Wait, will it even be a zorua, or some kind of hybrid? >Nevermind, ask her. “What toys would a zorua play with?” >“You.” >Invest in bandages and be prepared for scratches and bite marks, got it. >She rubbed deeper into your neck before lifting up, running one claw tip up to your chin. >“Already thinking ahead?” “How could I not? It's so sudden...we're going to be...” >“Busy?” “Parents.” >That put another spark in her eye and a smile on her lips. >“Then let's make the most of the time we have together. Just the two of us.”
. >The house had been eerily quiet that morning. >No sign of the resident trickster. >You hadn't been up for long but the fur-laced spot on the bed had been cold. >She must have gotten quite the early start, may have even gone out for something. >Hopefully she'd show up soon, it was the first day of vacation week and- >...You knew you just saw a shadow flicker past a window. >Probably. >You learned not to just brush off minor instances like that around her. >Something about this seemed off. >Maybe it was time to start looking. >You started to head for the door. >One single click of claws on the floor was your only warning. >As you turned around, she had you by the wrists pinned against the door, ears pointed forward and a hunter's look in her eyes. “H-hey now, what's this all about!?” >She ignored you and pressed her snout straight against your neck. >Rapidly sniffing, she drug her nose down to your chest, then back up and right to your armpits through the short sleeve of your shirt. >Then she started going down the chest again. >Down. >Down... “W-wait a-Oh-” >Pants weren't stopping her. >She paused. >Sniff. >Her ears quickly laid back and a confused look crossed her face.
. >“I don't understand...” “Is everything ok, hun?” >“...Your scent has changed...I thought I smelled an intruder, but it was you!” “Ohhhh...sorry about that. I put on some new deoderant.” >When she let go of you, you quickly went and fetched it so she could see for herself. >Tagging along behind, she sheepishly apologized. >“I was afraid perhaps some other zoroark had picked up on me being here...and was pretending to be you.” “Is that likely to happen?” >You rummaged through a cabinet in the bathroom as she answered. >“Well no, if anything they might stay away if they sensed my presence with a human, but...” >Pulling the bottle out, you handed her some Old Spice, spritzing your hand with it and letting her sample the smell. >“...This was mixed with your natural scent. That's why I was so confused but...” >A toothy grin crossed her face. >“I knew one place I could know for sure your true scent.” >The forbidden fruit of aromatic knowledge. >Truly once peeled, she could know. >Definitely not just a ploy to get you full mast and leave it hanging. “That's all well and good but...are we ready to go on vacation?” “We don't have many more warm days left, so if we're gonna go this year, we need to head out this week while the weather's good.” >You loaded up the last of the supplies in the back of the vehicle, giving a look to your partner. “Did you find what you were looking for earlier?” >“Mhm!” She already had it in place. >Freshly picked, she had a rather large trumpet flower threaded into her mane just above an ear. >For the time being she maintained her human disguise, but just until the two of you were far enough out of town. >Once she seated herself in the passenger side, you turned the key and started rolling. “Alright then, we're off to the beach!”
. >It took a few hours of driving to reach your destination. >For some time, she had mentioned wanting to go to the beach and see what all the fuss is about, but the hottest months were too brutal for her fur. >The currently mild weather made it much more bearable, not too hot and no sign of cold quite yet. >You packed plenty of extra ice and cold drinks anyways, more than the two of you would ever drink. >Umbrella and towels too, just you two relaxing and enjoying a soft ocean breeze without a worry. >That included without a worry of getting caught since you convinced her to drop the disguise. >She had one request though as when you arrived, she had an impromptu shopping trip. >Parked by the beach, there was a nearby mall that she pulled you towards, seemingly knowing already what she was looking for. >One by one, gift shops and restaurants passed you by until she found her store. >A clothing store. >She wanted to do the shopping herself however, so you gave her enough money to make a reasonable purchase and waited outside. >While you were waiting, you glanced out of a nearby window where you could see the beach rather clearly. >Fairly sparse crowd. Populated but easy enough to find a comfortable space. >It didn't occur to you until then, but you wondered how the sand would be with her fur. >She might be finding sand in her fur weeks later, you figured. >Might be good to have a long, deep cleaning bath sometime. >Find some way to talk her into letting a groomer come and comb through all that. >She might take that as an insult though. That bridge can be probed more carefully later. >A shadow approached and you glanced up. >There she stood with...her single article of clothing.
. >Just the bottom. Pink and white. >Striped. >“Alright, I'm ready to go! Thanks for letting me buy that!” She gave a good tug to the elastic bands on both sides. >You slowly nodded. >You almost wondered how the interaction with the cashier went, but you were too distracted. >“...Are you feeling ok? You're turning red rather quickly...” “Y-yeah, I'm fine. It looks good!” >In a way, it didn't make sense. She's effectively nude around the house all the time. >Put a single pair of swimwear on her, and suddenly its completely different. >Having the bottom and no top just adds to it. >You know from previous experience that she's stacked underneath that darker torso fur. >She's even groomed it a bit just enough to leave some real-estate visible on the side and underside. >It didn't take but a few seconds of studying your behavior for her to catch on. >A smug grin crossed her face, the devious kind. >“Well, come on then! Let's go!” >She bounced on in front of you to lead the way back, and so you marched through the mall after your scantily dressed ruse fox. >Just a faint exaggeration was added to each of her steps, her hair concealing much her form from behind until the swaying gave way to a flash of pink stripes among dark fur. >For someone who maintained the most subtle and discrete of ways, she certainly wasn't even pretending to do so now. >Out of the mall and into the parking lot she strode, reaching the vehicle first. >With the remote, you popped the trunk and she bent forward and leaned deeeeep into the back to get something. >Arceus, please help.
. >Most of the supplies you managed to stack on the cooler, carrying it nice and level all in one load. >The only thing thing extra was the umbrella which your fox carried for you as if she were a lady with a parasol. >Except she was a zoroark in a pink striped bikini bottom with a beach umbrella. >At an appropriately clear spot, you eased the cooler down and took the umbrella, staking it into the ground to mark your temporary claim. >You had come already dressed with shades, swimming trunks, and a tropical button-up shirt, the last of which you then tossed to the side of the cooler. >With a pair of folding chairs laid out, you popped open the cooler while she took her seat. >In the midst of the cold drinks and loads of ice sat a couple bowls of now-chilled berries, fresh picked that morning. >Two drinks and one bowl would do, she took the bowl and sat it between the two of you so you could both eat from it. >She took the first, a hondew berry, and held it up but pointed it to you to bite into. >Before taking a bite, you held a berry up to offer in reciprocation. >Crisp flesh, breaking the skin sent a pop of refreshingly cold juice upon your tongue, leading up to a great flavorful sensation. >A sip of your drink later and you flicked down your shades. >Time to kick back and relax. >It seemed like a rather calm time at the beach, plenty of other people out with their pokemon, although no zoroarks in sight. >Your partner followed suit, although she kept her interest held by her surroundings for just a bit, watching all the other beach-goers going about their business. >In only a short time, she noticed something about your beach neighbors, a short distance away. >Another guy and his...somewhat familiar lucario. >She was wearing a dark blue one-piece swimsuit, most of her cream colored fur hidden except a small tuft around her chest spike. >You were too busy zoning out to notice, but the two pokemon had sensed each other. >That...those were the neighbors!
. >The guy had actually just packed up and was already leaving with the lucario in tow, and thats when eye contact locked for a second. >The aura pokemon had yet to connect the dots but was hot on the mental trail of recognizing until she suddenly turned from blue to beet red and averted her gaze. >You never saw the illusion, nor did anyone else, only the lucario. >Without warning, all she saw was your zoroark abruptly and furiously sucking you off. >You heard a bout of snickering from her and tuned back into your surroundings. “What's so funny?” >“Oh, just playing a prank on a nosy dog.” >A sly glimmer flickered in her eyes as she watched the two exit the area. >You popped another berry into your mouth and she did the same. “Well, what do you think so far?” >She offered a smile as she pondered for a moment. >“It's peaceful. It's a little warm but...not unpleasant. I could take a nice and long nap right here.” “Yeah, I could too. No worrying about work or home or anything. Just a nice bit of ignoring everything else and just relaxing in the moment.” >You took one more berry and sat the bowl back in the cooler before scooting just a bit closer in your chair, slipping one arm behind her backside and resting it on her hip. >Your finger tips passed over an unfamiliar elastic band that reminded you of the bottom she wore. >A chuckle escaped her when she felt your digits fumble past it. >“You like this thing, don't you?” >She studied your reactions while she rolled her hips seductively at you, lifting and presenting her one piece of clothing. >“I saw it's what human females wear on the beach, so I thought it would be proper to do the same.”
. “I-it definitely provokes a reaction.” >What do you tell her, that pokemon don't normally wear swimsuits, that it normally goes with a top, or that it's awakening a fossil snake pokemon? >A somewhat satisfied smirk showed that to be an adequate answer. >“It's a fun little thing, but I think I'm going to do without for now though.” >She hooked both of her thumb claws underneath the elastic bands. >Your eyes locked a little too intently on the gesture. >She started the movement forward. >Then stopped. >...Was she waiting for a reaction from you? >You looked back to her. >Now She was the one hesitating. >...Did she just become self-conscious of that? >A moment of silence passed. >“I-I don't understand...it...feels like I'm undoing a disguise in the middle of town! Like...I'm uncovering a really private part of me...” “Well you kind of are...” >It was like clothing suddenly clicked as a cultural concept for her. >“I...think I'll keep it on for now.” >She pulled the elastic bands high up before letting them snap back in place. >That was an unexpected lesson to learn today. >You laughed it off and pulled her close, finishing off your drinks before snuggling up against each other.
. >You both mentioned naps but perhaps this wasn't quite what you had in mind. >This was just sleeping the day away. >When one roused up, so did the other, and you found yourselves waking up deep in the evening. >The sun was close to setting with brilliant oranges and reds cast over the horizon. >The beach was virtually empty, with all that remained being a handful of couples watching the colorful skies and waves together. >She hadn't even gotten to experience the oceanwater yet, but it was evident she fully intended to. >The tide was calm as she waded out to waist-high water. >You playfully splashed a bit in her direction but that was nothing compared to the next rolling wave. >She stumbled forward to her hands and knees, but still smiling despite that. >By that point she was mostly drenched, might as well get it over with and make it fully so. >At first her mane floated on the water, but she forcefully pulled it down as she submerged herself, coming up a dripping mass of fur. >There was no hope in doing that typical water-breaching hair flip with all the water weight she just absorbed. >Her mane probably now had the force of a medieval flail with that blue hair ornament attached. >For a moment she swished something around in her mouth before promptly spitting up. >“Yeh-hep, it's as salty as I've heard.” she sputtered.
. “Beautiful sight, isn't it?” >She looked off to the sunset, sparkling waters ever bringing more waves in as she sat, waters wrapping around just below her shoulders. >“It is...” >She turned back to you, only to realize you weren't looking at the sunset. >Crimson mane covering one eye while the sun's reflection glistened in the other. >“...Oh you...” >You held up one leppa berry you snuck with you. >She gently opened her mouth, letting you feed it in with one finger before she leaned forward to suckle it as it left in one short motion. >The dark fur pressed tightly to her and revealing a little more truth to her form as she rose from the water. >When she stepped forward, you gently pulled her close, hands just above the hips. >Her snout bumped your nose in a friendly gesture before she tilted and shared a little berry taste with you. >In the corner of your eyes, you saw her tug at those elastic bands on her waist, by the claws. >A faint sound tickled your ears. >A snip. >Then another snip. >A quick flick of her wrist and you caught a glimpse of that clothing drifting on the water away from the two of you. >Her arms rested around your neck. >Only you two remained in the waters.