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Wren slipped his knitting needles through the familiar motions of a brioche stitch. Yarn over, slip one, knit one. The pattern eased the tension in his stiff shoulders.

He finished the row. Then, he moved his needles through the next pattern. Yarn over, slip one, knit two, together. He deftly guided the needle under and over and around the yarn. It took just enough concentration to soothe his anxiety.

Then, a thump and reverberation through the couch. Wren startled. The stitch slipped free from his needle.

“Fuck,” he muttered, guiding his needle to recover the stitch.

Mina peered over at him. The small zorua wore a homemade sweater with a gaudy Christmas tree pattern, though Christmas was months back. A thick sheaf of paper perched precariously in her muzzle. She gingerly set it down onto the couch.

“Zorua. Zor zorua?” she asked.

Despite the language barrier, Wren understood her question.

“No, nothing’s wrong. Just lost a stitch there! Don’t sweat it. I’m just a little tense. You know how jumpy I get.” Wren offered her a weak grin.

Mina hesitated. A weak smile tugged the edges of her muzzle. She gave a soft “Zorua zor” as an apology for interrupting him. She carefully gripped the papers again before turning and tensing her hind legs.

“Wait! You don’t need to go! Arceus, your company would be really nice right now. I just didn’t want to bother you since you were so busy all afternoon.”

“Zoru zor,” Mina said, her words muffled around the paper. She padded to his side, her tail swishing in a barely controlled jitter. She was clearly excited.

“And I’m glad you’re free now too! Free for a while, right? You wore that sweater to butter me up, didn’t you?”

“Zorua!” she protested.

“Oh, come on, Mina. It’s fifty degrees out! You aren’t comfortable in sweaters until it’s down in the forties. And you can’t keep the excitement out of your tail. That’s your novel, isn’t it? You finished!”

She hesitated, but then the furious wag broke out in her tail, and her expression beamed joy. “Zorua zorua!” she said.

“I knew it!” Wren said. He set a hand on her shoulder and rubbed gently through her lush black fur. She pressed happily against the hand. “I’m excited to read it, Mina! I love your writing. And you’re so damn cagey about your stories! Is this the mystery novel you were talking about?”

“Zor!” she confirmed, nodding her head excitedly. Then, however, her ears flattened against her head. She tilted her expressive snout and looked up at Wren. “Zor zorua zorua?” she asked.

“No! You’re not allowed to worry about me, Mina.” His words were supposed to be light, but they fell flat. His smile was weak. “This is an awesome night for you! You should celebrate! Hey, how about… tomorrow night we’ll get a fancy steak dinner as takeout and eat it in the park, eh? That sound good to you?”

“Zorua,” she said flatly. Then she hesitated. She sat her haunches on the couch and looked at him with sheepish lillipup eyes. “Zoooorua zor. Zorua!”

Wren laughed. “You know I’m weak Mina. I’ll get you steak in the park even if you keep prodding me like you’re my fuzzy little pokemon mom.”

Mina grinned triumphantly. “Zor!”

“Now I feel awkward about being anxious. It’s not a big deal, really. I’ve got a lunch date tomorrow with this pretty barista at the Rainbow Bean Café. I’m just nervous. So, I’m knitting to calm down a bit.”

Mina tilted her head. Then she set a determined paw on his leg. “Zoru? Zor zoru.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence. It’s just… nerve-wracking.”

Mina finally relaxed onto her belly next to him. She kept her head up, eyes locked on his. Her right paw rested on his thigh. “Zorua zor?”

“Did anyone ever tell you that you’re nosy as a nosepass?”

Mina stuck out her tongue.

Wren laughed. “You only get away with that because you’re cute, and you know it. Won’t be as easy if you ever decide to become a zoroark.”

Mina let out a few indignant syllables of Pokespeech as her tail swished behind her.

“Yeah, I know! I said if. Sorry Mina, didn’t mean anything by that.”

Mina huffed. She nudged his leg. “Zoruuuua.”

Then she pulled the trick. She gazed up at him yearningly, brows arched, eyes wide as saucers. A tiny whine pitched from her throat.

Wren steeled himself. It took everything he had, but he didn’t fall for her lillipup eyes. They barely moved him an inch! Okay, maybe an inch. Her eyes tugged at his heartstrings. He couldn’t keep looking at them!

“I’m not dodging!” Wren said unconvincingly, trying not to look into her adorable eyes. “Like I said, I’m nervous about tomorrow. That’s it.”

“Zorua?” Mina asked with a revavroom-load of skepticism.

Wren rolled his eyes. “Mina! Look, you’re my roommate. I don’t care if you’re technically my pokemon. You know the deal. I don’t treat you like a pet, and you don’t pull the ‘Look at me! I’m a cute, thoughtless little butterfree that you can confide all your secrets to!’ You’re a grown woman.”

Mina laughed with a snort. “Zor? Zorua?”

“The point of that was not that I’ve got relationship secrets to confide, you fuzzy little asshole.”

“Zoruuuua, zoru zor?”

“Look! I’m just nervous. I—well, I don’t have much experience with dating, or women, or just… you know.”

She impishly purred her species name in response. Her bushy tail swished behind her like a luxray about to pounce.

Wren’s face flushed with heat. “Mina! Gosh. No, I only meant like uh, kissing. That kind of thing. Arceus.”

Mina pointedly stood and walked over his lap to his other side, where his phone sat. She prodded it with a paw. “Zorua zorua?”

“Yeah, she’s pretty! That’s why I’m nervous. But uh, yeah, sure. I’ll show you.” Wren swiped his phone and nervously tapped through it.

Why Mina wanted to see Terry, he didn’t know. Still, for all her mischievousness, Mina was a close friend. Any advice from her could give him an extra burst of confidence tomorrow. And right now, Wren was scraping the bottom of the barrel for confidence.

“This is her,” he said, pulling up a selfie they’d taken together. The picture showed him grinning nervously next to the brunette, who had a hand on his shoulder as she gestured out at the sweeping landscape behind her. It was from the single’s hiking meetup they’d happened to join together. They’d been the only ones to make it to the lookout point. Much to her consternation, she joked. He had psyched himself up the whole time while walking alongside her and periodically chatting about her coffee shop politics. There were so many good moments to ask her out in retrospect, and he still beat himself up for not taking advantage of any of them.

He finally asked her out three full weeks later. Awkwardly, after ordering his cappuccino, he asked if she wanted to go out for lunch together. She’d said sure, and he’d over-analyzed that interaction for the past nine hours. With the first four hours he managed to convince himself that of course she knew that it was a date, not just a social call. But that itself brought with it so much fear and trepidation. He didn’t know how to behave on a date. He would surely make a fool of himself!

“Zor?” Mina asked after a moment of hesitation. “Zor zorua?”

Heat rushed into Wren’s face. “No! I mean, yeah, you met her that one time. She’s that barista. She wasn’t making fun of me then, though, I swear! She was just being playful. Yeah, it kinda hurt after, but I know she didn’t intend to be mean.”

For a moment, anxious silence hung between them like when a coworker at the holiday party had joked about the intern that fucked up the Silph Co. report. That intern was Wren.

Luckily, Mina cut right through it with a chuckle and a conciliatory, “Zorua zor.”

“She’s great, really. She’s so beautiful too!”

“Zoru?” Mina asked.

Wren looked over to her, then nearly jumped off the couch cushion. “Fuck! Mina! What the heck?”

Instead of Mina’s amber eyes, he was staring into Terry’s peering hazel gaze. Her brows furrowed. Her cheeks puckered. As Wren’s heart slowed down from its racetrack, Mina continued testing expressions on her new face.

Terry’s nutty brown hair spilled over her shoulders—her entirely bare shoulders. Her breasts were covered by a strapless bikini top. Aside from that and the tight bikini bottom hugging her crotch, the illusion of Terry showed nothing but skin.

Fake Terry mimicked Mina’s previous posture, sitting on the couch with hind legs sprawled and arms holding herself up. The natural canine posture that suited a zorua looked horribly kinky on a human woman. Would Terry do this if they role played pokemon in the bedroom? He’d seen porn like that before and—fuck.

Wren was tempted to gawk at the hot visage of his upcoming date, despite the fact that it was piloted by a real zorua woman who would snark about it later, but he managed to wrench his eyes up to her own. The body’s details probably weren’t that accurate anyway. Mina likely just mashed together features she’d seen online into a shape that vaguely resembled Terry’s build.

“Zoru?” the illusion of Terry asked, tilting her head in a cutesy, questioning canine expression.

If Wren asked Mina to take off the illusory bikini, would she?

A beet red blush heated Wren’s cheeks as he banished that thought. This wasn’t Terry, this was Mina! She was a person, not a mannequin to visualize his fantasies on.

“Mina, this isn’t funny. I’m never showing you a picture of a friend of mine again if you’re going to pull this kind of crap!” He immediately regretted those words. He was more upset at himself for wanting to indulge in this fantasy Terry than he was with Mina.

“Zoru!” Mina huffed. “Zorua zor zoru.”

“You just figured I’d want… Kissing practice? You’re messing with me, aren’t you Mina? And—Arceus, wouldn’t that just be kissing you?”

Mina harrumphed, folding her furless, human arms over her chest and curling her mouth in an over-exaggerated approximation of a human frown. “Zor,” she said.

With a poof, the expression once again sat on a sleek, black-furred muzzle. Mina met his eyes indignantly and then turned them down at the couch.

Even without her typical trick of scarily effective lillipup eyes, he immediately wanted to reconcile with her. Had she really been trying to help? Most pokemon didn’t wear clothes anyway. Had the near nudity been earnest rather than teasing?

Wren swallowed, grimaced, and stared down at his knitting needles. There was so much to say, but as his mind raced with words, none of them sounded right.

Mina stared at Wren for a few seconds, then hopped off the couch and slinked away. Her tail quivered, as if struggling not to curl between her legs. That, more than anything, filled him with guilt.

Wren gritted his teeth. He stared at his yarn, at the needles. His heart panged. Mina didn’t deserve a cold shoulder. He hadn’t even intended to give her one! Even if what she’d done was super weird.

She loved being around him. She wore sweaters and scarves that he knitted, and he read her wonderful writing. They cooked together and cleaned together and talked about their worries for the future late into the night when neither wanted to go to sleep.

Her completed manuscript sat beside him. She’d been so excited to share it with him. Whenever he’d asked about it, she had barely been able to contain her enthusiasm for him to read it, even if she’d stayed cagey about the contents.

Wren hummed. He tied off his stitch, then set down his needles. He hunted down a pencil from his desk, propped his feet up on the coffee table, and began to read.

***

“Zoru zorua?” Mina asked hesitantly.

Wren hadn’t heard her come in. He’d been absorbed in chapter fifteen of her novel. The protagonist, a charming, courageous detective, had been inches away from solving the murder when his lead slipped away. Now he had to rely on a mysterious, sultry nickit for answers. The clear sexuality between the protagonist and the nickit had been equal parts uncomfortable and exciting. Wren had shamefully watched pokemon-human porn before—who hadn’t?—but it was a whole other thing entirely to read allusions to that sort of deviancy written by his roommate. Worse, his mind kept wandering to the similarities between nickits and zoruas.

“Hey Mina,” Wren finally said. “You want to come up over here? I…”

“Zoru! Zorua zor,” Mina said, voice strained. She sounded a little frantic.

“I uh… I should apologize to you too,” Wren said, scratching the back of his neck. “It was a bit… off-putting when you, you know, did that. But I’m not mad at you, really. It was just so sudden, and I’m sort of stressed out.”

Mina looked like a weight had fallen from her shoulders. She directed a slight, tense smile up his way. Her eyes widened when she noticed the papers in his lap. “Zorua zor zoru?”

“That’s right! I couldn’t focus and I couldn’t sleep. So, I thought I’d beta read for you. You know I love your writing.”

“Zorua!” she exclaimed. She rushed over, hopped onto the couch, and bumped her forehead tuft affectionately against his arm. Then she ducked back and swished her tail in long, anxious swipes. “Zorua zoru?”

“It’s good, Mina! You don’t have to worry. I’m really enjoying it. Though…”

She looked elated for a moment, but the hedging brought her anxious posture right back.

“No! It’s not like that, Mina. It’s easy to fix. Your humans are getting a lot better! But… okay, let’s say I’m opening a door. If you want to pass as a human author, you’re going to need to leave out the paragraphs about the way that my hand squeezes around the knob, the texture of it, how my fingers feel to grip it, worries about whether my grip will hold while I turn and push. You know, that kind of stuff. Humans don’t think about those things.”

“Zor,” Mina said with an awkward huff.

“I know! Maybe we should. We don’t have to deal with paws. But hey! You have your illusions." Wren hesitated. Was this inappropriate to talk about? He’d always been nervous about asking probing questions about Mina’s illusions. It felt weirdly personal. “Do… you really not feel anything while you’re using them? They’re as solid as a ditto’s transformations, so I guess I always figured you could.”

“Zorua zorua?” Mina asked incredulously.

“It just felt kind of insensitive to ask! I know we’ve been friends for years. It’s just… I dunno!”

Mina answered with a sharp syllable and a snorting chuckle. She affectionately brushed against his arm and lay down against his side.

Wren’s heart beat quicker, and heat flushed his cheeks, but he forced down the embarrassment. Pokemon showed affection differently from humans. Touch was much more acceptable. Logically, he should think of it as a friendly pat on his shoulder. The very human feelings still seeped in.

“Well, are you gonna explain it to me?”

Mina yawned, stretched, and then lazily cuddled to his side. “Zor zoru. Zorua. Zor.”

Huh. Her illusion fooled senses beyond just sight? The concept made his head hurt. Still, what was so special about sight as opposed to touch or smell? “So, you don’t feel anything? If uh, if I shook your hand while you were pretending to be Terry for example?”

Mina shifted her head up onto his upper leg. That made Wren flush again. And he hadn’t even been drinking! Shit, reading Mina’s manuscript had really affected him. He dreaded what he was going to search that night in an incognito browser. He wouldn’t look for zoruas again, right? That was a step too far and made him feel horribly guilty, even in the privacy of his own room. Fuck. He needed to stop thinking about that.

“Zorua zorua zoru,” Mina said, saving him from his own thoughts.

Really? The sensations of touch would travel to her own body, so she could still feel when she touched things as an illusion? And then his brain went right back to sex. How would that work if she wore an illusion? Would he be inside her? Or just in an illusion but they’d both feel it? Or…

“Huh,” he said, face beet red. Arceus forbid she look up at him right now. Mina was smart as a whip. She’d for sure make the connection and tease him endlessly. He couldn’t help but ask something to tease out the answer to that question, though. He just had to phrase it delicately.

“What about… putting food in your mouth? Do you actually eat the food? Do you taste it? Or if… if you… uh, picked your nose? How would that work? Would the digits of your paw really be in your nose? Would you feel your nose around it? And the finger in your nose? And uh, how would it feel if someone else… tried to pick your nose?”

Mina laughed. “Zoru zoruuuua zor! Zoru zor.”

Well, that was an explanation. Sex with a zorua’s illusion was sex with the zorua. If it was in the illusion’s mouth, it was in her mouth, and in her pussy was in her pussy.

Wren’s heart pounded like a politoad’s belly drum. His face could have caught fire. “I—fuck! I didn’t—I wasn’t asking. I mean, I was curious, but—“

Mina responded with giggles around her Pokespeech that made it hard to understand her words. She swished her tail purposefully, and her eyes gleamed with sarcastic humor.

“Okay! Maybe ‘picking your nose’ was a bit contrived. I just—you could have been less direct about it!”

Mespirit’s mercy, her snout was so close to his crotch too. Would she feel the fabric stretching as he got aroused? Shit shit shit. Why’d he ask that question? He should have known she’d see through it.

“I really like your story so far,” he said lamely.

Mina cackled. She had him dancing on strings, and she knew it. If he didn’t have so much trust in the zorua, he probably would have found some excuse to retire to bed right then. But he stayed. She wasn’t going to do anything intentionally mean. Sure, she had skirted the line earlier, but she had seemed earnest about it and…

“Mina, uh, were you serious earlier? Asking if I wanted to practice kissing with your illusion of Terry? You weren’t just teasing me, right?”

Mina stopped laughing. She looked up at him, a soft smile curving the edges of her midnight-black muzzle. “Zorua,” she said gently.

“Oh,” Wren said.

Would it be so bad? He was inexperienced. He trusted Mina like no one else except his parents. And kissing his parents was as far out of the question as it was possible to be.

Sure, he’d love for his first kiss to be with the partner he stayed with forever. It would be romantic. But at the same time, he knew how incredibly unlikely that was anyway. He already fretted about whether Terry would judge him for his poor kissing. She seemed so confident and cool. What if he fumbled his way around and fucked everything up because he didn’t know what he was doing?

“I think I’d maybe like to try. I—I’ve never kissed anyone before. I know, it’s stupid. Two years out of school and I’ve got a job and I still haven’t. I’m sorry if I’m bad at it. And uh, I’m really nervous about screwing it up in front of Terry.”

“Zoru zorua!” Mina exclaimed. She hurriedly sat upright, looking straight into his eyes. Damn it, he was red as a delphox in heat.

“You won’t laugh at me if I’m a bad kisser?”

Mina raised herself on her hind legs, landing a forepaw up on his arm to hold herself upright. She looked into his eyes and shook her head firmly, swishing the big tuft of black and red fur above her eyes. “Zoru.”

“Thanks, Mina.”

Then, as he blinked, there was no longer a zorua beside him. It was Terry again, still wearing nothing but a skimpy bikini.

Wren marveled at how smooth her hand felt on his arm where her paw had been a moment before. He felt the slight clamminess of skin against skin. Goosebumps tingled.

Terry’s hazel eyes gazed into his own. She brushed a lock of brown hair back behind her shoulder.

Wren’s heart skipped a beat. Tomorrow would be just like this. They’d be eating their meal, laughing at a joke that he’d just told, and then the laughter would settle. An awkward, expectant silence would land between them as they stared into each other’s eyes. And then they’d lean in…

It was only Mina. He could do this. She wouldn’t judge him.

Wren leaned towards her. She tilted her head. Her lips parted ever so slightly. Hot breath puffed over his skin before their lips met.

Tingling reverberated outward from his mouth, and then freshly again from his shoulder when Mina placed her hand there. Her lips weren’t nearly as wet as he expected. They were squishy and warm, soft and pleasant.

Was he supposed to push his tongue in? No, they hadn’t even opened their mouths. That’d be too much. Surely his pokemon best friend wouldn’t want him to kiss her with tongue, even for practice!

Did he pull back, then? Was it weird for a closed mouthed kiss to last long? Wren’s heart beat faster and faster. The initial tingling excitement washed away into a cold, clammy nervousness. He was going to fuck this up so badly tomorrow, wasn’t he?

Mina pulled away, parting their lips. Her cheeks—Terry’s cheeks—flushed a rosy pink. He was sure his own burning-hot face was twice as red.

“Zoru zorua,” she said gently. Her palm cupped his chin. Hearing the pokemon words from Terry’s mouth was odd, but Wren found that he strangely didn’t mind. He would have to unpack that later.

For now, he followed her advice. His lips parted slightly, as if taking a small breath. He relaxed. His shoulders loosened. Then, he leaned in to kiss her again.

Mina met Wren’s lips with gusto. Her mouth opened with his. This time, the kiss was more wet. It was warm, too. A shudder ran down his spine. His arousal strained hard against his pants. Fuck, that was embarrassing.

Okay, Mina wanted him to use tongue. He could do that. He pressed his tongue forward. It felt like no distance at all into the comfortable embrace of her mouth. Her tongue pushed back against his, sliding around to its side, exploring.

Wren moaned, and then froze in horror. That was for sure not supposed to happen. But Mina pressed deeper into the kiss. Her hand slid down from his cheek to take his own hand. She guided it up to her side, so treacherously close to her breasts. Her bikini top had apparently been replaced with a thin strap that barely covered the little bumps of her nipples. Her eyes peered searchingly into his own. The question was so obvious.

Slowly, awkwardly, Wren dragged his hand down smooth skin and onto Mina’s breast, which suddenly lacked the thin bikini top. His thumb came to rest along over the slightly bumpy areola around her nipple. Fuck, the detail was amazing. Even those little features that he never would have noticed if they were gone, the little bumps and blemishes. They made her illusory form feel so real.

Mina said that touching her breasts was like actually touching her teats, right? So, this… Wren felt like he might have a heart attack. His face was an inferno of heat. No, it couldn’t be like that. Mina was just helping him out. She was showing him what to do.

He tentatively squeezed her breast. Mina moaned into their kiss. Fuck, what was happening? He was so damn confused. He felt her bare tits under his hands, soft to his touch. He yearned for her touch in return. As if possessed, his other hand guided her own down to his inner thigh.

There, Mina took the initiative. A mirrored movement from the hand she’d set so tauntingly close to her breasts. This time, however, the tingling excitement trailed over his thigh and onto his crotch, right over top the stiff bulge that tented his jeans. A shudder rippled up his shoulders, and his shaft gave a powerful throb.

Her hand batted gently against the button that fastened his pants above his zipper. She guided his other hand down to it, though he was reluctant to let go of her breasts. Despite her apparent dexterity, she still only had paws. The illusion wouldn’t give her the true dexterity of a hand, so he had to undo his own pants.

What was he doing?

Wren jerked away from the kiss.

“Mina, what the fuck are we doing?” he asked. “Oh Arceus, oh Arceus, oh Arceus—”

Mina was entirely naked now. A puffy human slit hiding a blush pink was nestled between sleek hips.

“I’m going on a date with Terry tomorrow, Mina! Oh Thunderus toast me, I can’t be doing this! I’m going to ruin everything. I—this is—I was touching your tits! And you were going to… Mina!”

All of a sudden, Mina was a zorua again. Wren’s hand still nestled against her belly, his fingers brushing over stiff nipples. The fur was light enough to show the supple pink skin beneath. He finally jerked his hand away.

Mina wouldn’t meet his eyes. Her tail dragged along the couch as she jerked away from him. She paced a few languid steps. Was she waiting for him to say something? His words stuck in his throat. Was he angry at her? She pushed him towards this, but he’d participated just as willingly.

Wren gritted his teeth. His face was flushed with heat. He hated that he wanted so badly to wrap Mina-Terry close to him, run his hands over her naked body, and lose himself in her touch. Fuck, he looked at Mina as her true zorua self and he still wanted that. That was so fucking wrong. And so gut-wrenchingly awful to feel the day before he was supposed to see the real Terry.

Mina hopped off the couch and slinked wordlessly out of the room. She hesitated halfway but didn’t turn to look at him. Her tail drooped the whole way.

Wren took a ragged breath. He clenched a fist. His heart still pounded. He’d need a legendary’s help to sort out this mess.

Maybe he should sleep. It was late. He had a date tomorrow. But now his shoulders ached with stress, adrenaline pumped through him, and there was no chance he wouldn’t spend an hour staring at the shadows on his wall as this scene flashed through his mind over and over again. What could he have done differently? Did he ruin his relationship with Mina? Did she ruin it? Did she hate him? Should he hate her?

The manuscript lay on the coffee table where Wren left it. A flash of pure frustration demanded that he hurl it across the room. But he didn’t. As it faded, he knew that a physical outburst would only have made things worse.

Wren opened the chapter he’d left on. He shuddered as the thought of the mysterious nickit femme fatale rose unbidden to his mind. Now, he couldn’t stop thinking about the nickit’s soft belly. Her stiff, perky nipples begged for attention. It was Mina’s belly.

Wren bit his lip and read.

***

Wren’s hand trembled as he gripped the door handle to the apartment that he shared with Mina. Fuck. A part of him wanted to rent a hotel room for tonight, if only so that he didn’t have to talk about the date. Or last night.

With a swallow, Wren turned his key, opened the door, and stepped inside. Mina was at her computer as usual, prodding at her custom “paw-compatible” keyboard. Of course, she had told Wren in no uncertain terms just how poorly compatible it was with her paws, asking whether they’d tested it with any pokemon larger than a ratatta.

Wren ventured a slight smile, thinking about her indignation. Then, that smile tugged back down into a grimace. He hadn’t spoken to her this morning before he left. She probably thought he hated her. Maybe she was angry too. But he was too stressed, confused, and distraught right now to figure out which it was.

Wren muttered something vaguely resembling a greeting as he hurried towards his room. He tried to look normal, but his puffy red eyes and occasional sniffle gave him away.

“Zor?” Mina ventured.

“I’m fine, Mina. I’m fine.”

“Zor… zorua zor,” she insisted, hopping down from her chair. Her claws clacked lightly against the hardwood floor as she followed him.

Part of him liked that. He wanted comfort. The uncertainty, however, terrified him. Mina was his best friend, but he’d shouted at her for making a move on him, and now his date had been a disaster. How the hell could he possibly talk to her?

Wren picked up speed, briskly storming down the hallway that opened to their kitchen and bedrooms. He opened his, then slammed it shut behind him. He winced. Had he needed to slam it in her face? Would that ruin their relationship more than he already had?

Click click click. The claws clacked into the hallway. They paused in front of his door. Wren stood on the other side. His heart hammered. His breaths came in short, rapid gasps.

Clack clack. Mina tapped at the bottom of the door.

“Zoruuua? Zoru zor?” Mina hesitantly asked.

Wren wanted to tell her to shut up and go away. He wanted to throw himself on his bed and have a good cry while he turned on Hulu and half-watched Mary Bayleaf judging on the new Galar Pokemon Bake-off.

But… today couldn’t get any worse, could it? Mina didn’t sound angry.

Wren cracked open the door. Before he could change his mind, he perched on the opposite edge of his bed, facing away from the door. He felt like he should have thrown himself on the sheets—something dramatic. But he didn’t want to upset his. churning stomach.

The door creaked. The carpet by Wren’s bed shuffled with the sound of paws.

“Zor. Zorua,” Mina said softly.

Wren didn’t respond.

The bed bounced with Mina’s sudden weight.

“Zoru?” She asked.

The first thought that came to mind was a snappy, ‘How do you think it went?’ But he felt guilty for even thinking that. Instead, he sighed and shook his head. “It was awful, Mina.”

Mina muttered some words he almost didn’t catch. She tapped over beside him. He looked down at the furry little woman with her piercingly intelligent amber eyes.

Tentatively, Mina reached out a paw to settle on his lower back. Her voice firmed as she said, “Zorua zor.”

Heat rushed to Wren’s face. That wasn’t right. And it wasn’t what he wanted to hear when he was wallowing in self-pity. “She doesn’t deserve me? Mina… I—she made fun of me when I told her about my crochet.”

“Zor…”

Wren squeezed his eyes shut. “And… when I leaned in to kiss her…” He hesitated. “This makes me sound so fucking stupid. No, I was stupid for trying. She backed away and laughed at me and said so loudly, ‘Oh Arceus! You tried to kiss me!’”

Wren swallowed. He hated for Mina to hear this. It felt a little like if he admitted it, then maybe Mina might start to think the same way. Because maybe Terry was right. “…She called me a loser and asked why I thought I had a chance.”

The zorua’s pitying expression caused Wren’s stomach to clench with a mix of anxiety and shame. He wanted to curl up into a ball and hide away from all the horrible emotions he’d brought home with him. He didn’t want Mina to see him like this.

“Zor zorua,” Mina said softly. “Zor zorua zor.”

“Mina, it’s even hotter than yesterday. You don’t need to put on a sweater to make me feel better.”

Mina gave him that look. Her ears angled out, her head ducked forward, and her eyes radiated an unflinching intensity.

“Zoru.”

Wren thought about trying to talk her out of it, but it was all too much right now. He offered a weak smile and shrugged. “If you want. I’ll help you put it on, yeah.”

Mina hurried off with a rapid syllable of her language, brushing affectionately along his side as she went.

Wren watched her leave. His stomach wasn’t quite as upset anymore. Mina really was wonderful. She could be nosey and impish, but those were ways that she expressed her affection. Wren couldn’t remember her ever acting truly mean-spirited. Not like Terry. He swallowed, realizing that he’d so often had to find excuses for Terry’s verbal jabs.

Mina returned shortly with a pack slung over her back. After hopping back onto the bed, she retrieved a pink lace sweater that he had crocheted with a flower pattern. It was a nice summery sweater. The lace petal designs allowed for good airflow. It was her favorite.

She also took out a simple, orange and pink gradient shawl that he had made her two years ago. “Zorua zor,” she said firmly.

“Alright,” Wren said, smiling softly at her. “Let me help.”

Wren bunched up the sweater and eased it over Mina’s snout. It tugged at the red and black tuft that peeked up from her forehead. He idly thumbed the fluffy fur for a moment. His heart quickened as he remembered his fingers moving through her belly fur, touching her nipples. Fuck. No. Don’t think of that.

He pulled out the front leg holes for her to step into, one at a time, then stretched the fabric along her back. His cheeks grew redder as his fingers grew closer to her rear. He’d put a sweater on her so many times before. Why couldn’t he keep his mind out of the gutter?

Finally, the shawl wrapped around her neck to complete the springtime outfit. Wren looked at her, uncertain. She was just doing this to make him happy. But, she looked great. He liked this outfit on her. Still, after what Terry said last night… Did it look stupid? Did Mina like it as much as she said she did? Had she only ever been trying to make him happy?

Mina beamed up at him. “Zor. Zoruuuua zor!”

“Uh, yeah. You look amazing, Mina,” Wren said. A lame response to Mina’s, ‘I’m a seeexy bitch.’

“Zor?”

Wren chuckled. “Yeah, sunglasses would be look badass on you, but we’re indoors.”

Mina stuck out her tongue. “Zor.”

“Okay, fine,” Wren said with a laugh. “You brought them over, didn’t you?”

A smirk stretched along Mina’s snout. She twisted away from him, lashing her tail smugly and retrieved her custom-fitted sunglasses from the pack.

Wren helped set them on her snout. Mina posed, sitting herself regally on her hind paws, thick vulpine tail swooshing along her side. “Zoru zorua!”

“Nah, it’s not just my crochet doing the work. You really are a sexy bitch,” Wren said before he could restrain himself. He froze. The ‘sexy bitch’ sounded right coming from her mouth, but from him it felt weird. Did it sound like he was hitting on her? He didn’t want to ruin this moment.

“Uhhh… Shit, no, sorry. You’re an elegant, uh, lady?”

Nope, now it was worse!

“Zoru zorua!?” She demanded with a gasp. She dramatically threw her paw back over her forehead and then down along her shawl as if she were an offended noblewoman from a renaissance period drama.

“What! No! I didn’t mean that. You’re definitely sexy! Not that I—I mean, it’s a normal kind of sexy! No uh, really sexy but not in a weird way? …crush me under a damn snorlax, you’re fucking with me again, aren’t you?”

Mina cackled. She slinked over to him and slid along his arm, brushing him with the warmth of her fur. “Zorua. Zor zoruuua.”

Wren snorted. He didn’t know exactly how to react to her calling him a sexy bitch too. In the end, he just shrugged and awkwardly smiled at her. “Thanks, Mina.”

“Zoru zor!” she continued.

A fantastic kisser too? Really? That was the gist of her words, though he was certain that he had missed a fair amount of the nuance in her pokespeech.

A pang of shame and embarrassment reminded Wren of why they were sitting there. Mina had been masterful at distracting him, but she hadn’t been able to stop all the hurt. And now, she gently rounded back to the source of his pain when he felt much better.

He didn’t know what to say. ‘Thanks, though I’m not sure if I’m still upset about last night. Kissing you was weird, but kind of awesome, and I’m crazy uncomfortable with how excited I felt locking lips with a Pokemon?’

“I… finished your book,” Wren finally said. “I stayed up late reading. Maybe I’m tired and that’s why this is hitting me so hard. I just—uh, I really liked it. You’re a wonderful writer, Mina.”

“…Zorua zoru?” she asked hesitantly.

“I really liked the nickit! She sort of reminded me of you. But Mespirit’s Mercy, that got hot and heavy. I can’t believe that you wrote some of those things. And with a human!”

Mina almost cut him off with how quickly she asked, “Zoru zorua?” Her shoulders hunched, ears perched up with a slight quiver to catch what he said. Mina grew uncharacteristically bashful when talking about her writing. It was cute.

“No, of course that wasn’t a problem! I was just surprised is all. I—I thought the story was fantastic. I really liked the way you hid the main clue to unmask the murder in that first Pokemon championship scene. It was a fun, exciting way to start, and it set up the mystery and clues so well!”

Mina beamed. She pushed up against him, curling her body around his side. “Zor zoru. Zor,” she said.

“I don’t care if it’s a trope. You’re a great writer. I loved reading it. Just… I left some notes about humans. You might have to rework the bakery scene. We can’t smell stale bread inside a closed breadbox. I said the door thing already, but… also uh, in that same vein, we don’t have to think about crushing our food with flat teeth. I don’t think I’ve ever read a human describe chewing in so much detail.”

“Zoru,” Mina muttered. “Zoru zor.”

“No! I love your descriptions. It’s only that those kinds of things make it more obvious that a Pokemon’s writing the story. It’s actually hard to tell otherwise. You did such a good job.”

Wren smiled. He lay down onto his side and wrapped an arm around the comfy Zorua. She swished her tail happily and adjusted herself against his chest. She was so soft and warm and wonderful.

“Zor zor,” Mina said quietly. Her ears folded back. “Zorua?”

Wren flinched. She had to stop dropping shit like that on him. She wrote an actual sex scene? A sudden, insatiable curiosity gripped Wren. He had to read it. He’d guiltily filled in so many gaps while reading about the wily, mysterious nickit seducing the detective. The nickit had played her own game alongside the murder investigation. She had orchestrated a heist of the very masterball that the champion had been murdered for right under the nose of both the detective and the murderer herself.

And some of those more lascivious scenes… He’d imagined Mina lustily flashing peeks of her bare rear through swishes of her tail rather than the nickit. And now, he was desperate to read that explicit sex scene. How would it compare to his dreams from last night?

“I’d very much like to read that.” Heat returned to Wren’s face in full force.

Who was he kidding? He looked at Mina. Her deep, amber brown eyes stared right back up at him. Her tail swished gently.

The mysterious, criminal nickit thief was sexy, sure. But that wasn’t just due to Mina’s excellent writing. No, he liked that nickit so much because it reminded him of Mina.

Shit, he really liked her, didn’t he? It wasn’t just unnatural feelings that of course would happen when practicing kissing with her. Nor had it been anticipation of his upcoming date or the sexy scenes from her story bleeding into real life. He wanted the real zorua sitting in front of him.

Fuck, and this whole time she liked him too. It was so damn obvious in retrospect. The smiles she threw his way. How she always tried so hard to be there for him. Kissing practice. Who in the world would offer platonic kissing practice?

But he had been terrified of messing up a human relationship that he never even considered his best friend.

It still felt wrong to threaten their friendship, even after kissing last night. Of course, that had been wholly inappropriate. But he’d been inappropriate right along with her and had even encouraged her in the heat of it.

… And then he’d nearly thrown it all away and left the night in tatters. All because he was scared, just like he’d been afraid of dating women because they might find out that he was nerd, a bad kisser, and had embarrassing hobbies.

That fear of dating had been justified. His gut clenched. He had been right to be afraid. If he went farther with Mina, would his fears bear out there too? Would he end up losing his best friend?

She stared silently at him, curious, as he watched her back. Mina would tell him to take the risk. She was the one who’d encouraged him to jump into the dating pool. How long had she been interested in him? Had it hurt to give him dating advice?

“I still don’t think my kissing is very good,” he said awkwardly. Her comment about him being an excellent kisser was long past. But this was the best line he could think of.

“Zoru… zorua zor?”

She hadn’t quite understood. Wren swallowed and then tried again. “I… think I need more practice.”

That caused the zorua’s half-lidded eyes to open wide. “Zor zorua?”

“I don’t think I need more time. I—I want to practice right now. I don’t want to wait. I’m sorry if it’s weird coming right after all this and…”

Wren blinked and suddenly a nearly naked human woman lay draped in his arms. Her excessively ample breasts pressed against his belly with only a centimeter-wide strip of fabric that could barely be called a bra protecting them. That tiny, paper-thin covering did little to hide the perky, pink nipples stiff underneath.

Smooth hips curved against Wren’s thigh. The illusion looked up at him with Mina’s eyes, strangely dissonant from what could only be a Playbuneary cover model.

Wren flinched. Mina cast her gaze away. “Zorua zorua?”

“Sorry Mina! I didn’t mean—wait, did you say Sasha Goldenrod? Oh Gods, I guess I did recognize her.”

“Zor?” Mina asked quietly.

“No! I mean yeah, thanks for not turning into Terry. But you don’t need use Terry’s image, or uh Sasha Goldenrod’s—I mean, how do you even…? Never mind! You don’t need to pick anyone else, Mina. I don’t want them. I uh, well, would you like to practice kissing without any illusions?”

The illusion of the porn star looked convincingly taken-aback. Did Mina have to do that intentionally? Or was the expression as instinctive as her real expressions? Wren filed that question away to ask later.

The sensation of warm skin vanished, replaced with the familiar sweater-clad furry body against his side. Mina looked up at him, head cocked slightly. “Zor zoru?”

“Yeah. I’m sure. I’m fine, I promise.”

Wren tenderly cupped the cheek of her muzzle. She had to step onto his chest with her forepaws, but then her muzzle was close enough. He leaned towards her. His lips parted against a warm, furry snout.

Tingles erupted over Wren’s body. His heart skipped.

Last night, kissing Terry through Mina’s mouth had been strange and wonderful, but this was something else entirely. Her muzzle was so foreign against his lips. Soft fur tickled the skin around his mouth. Deep amber eyes gazed up at him from beyond her stubby black snout.

Mina’s lips were warm and soft. They opened welcomingly, and a slender tongue pushed forward into his mouth.

Wren shuddered. Fuck, this was so hot. This was far better than he’d even imagined the nickit kissing scene from Mina’s story, and that had left him short of breath.

His hand stroked down Mina side. Fingers brushed through her well-groomed fur. She moaned and pressed into his hand.

Shivers rippled down his spine. She really did want this. His hand rested on her hind quarters, so close her crotch. If he just slid it a little farther down her rump…

Wren’s pants were far too tight. He itched to free his straining shaft. Did he dare? Mina’s paw had been on his crotch last night. And she kissed him so intensely right now.

His free hand struggled for a moment to unbutton his shorts, then he tugged the zipper down. He was about to shove his pants down when Mina broke the kiss. He froze. Had he gone too far?

“Zoru zor…” she purred.

Heat rushed to Wren’s face. “Okay, uh, go ahead.”

Mina’s snout lowered to the boxer briefs exposed through the fly of Wren’s shorts. A sparkle lit her eyes as they met his. She parted her maw and wriggled her nose underneath the elastic. Her jaw tenderly gripped the other side.

Fuck, her nose was so close to his cock. Could she see underneath the elastic to his shaft?

“Zorrrr,” Mina moaned, the word muffled through the fabric of his boxer briefs. Still, she huffed a deep breath.

Cool air blew past Wren’s desperately straining cock as she huffed in all his musky male odors. Slowly, she exhaled. Hot, damp zorua breath washed back over his rock-hard shaft. It strained hard against its prison.

Mina finally tugged the elastic back, folding it down so that she could meet his gaze again. Her eyes sparkled with excitement.

With Wren’s shorts in the way, Mina was only able to tug the elastic a few inches. That was enough to expose the base of his cock and a hint of the hefty, shaven balls underneath to her curious gaze. Hurriedly, he wriggled his shorts and underwear out from under his ass.

Finally, Mina had plenty of leverage to release his throbbing cock. The shaft sprung free from its prison, the tip sliding right up along the edge of the fabric and, subsequently, Mina’s nose. A glistening streak of precum was left in its wake.

The zorua only then let go of his boxers. She breathed in deep again, then shuddered down to her tailtip. Her nose hovered barely an inch from his cock tip.

“Zorrr zor,” Mina said huskily. “Zor zoruuua.”

“The real thing?” Wren asked, his face beet red. He awkwardly cupped Mina’s fuzzy cheek in a palm. She pressed into it. “Uh… You think I’m ready to make out with you for real?”

“Zor…” Mina rumbled in rebuke. She stepped up into his lap, making a show of dragging her cheek along Wren’s throbbing cock. She tilted her head to the side, pressing her snout to the tip. A small red tongue lapped out to lightly kiss the glistening tip of Wren’s dick.

Wren moaned. “Mina—oh gods—I can’t believe we’re going to do this. You know, when I read about that nickit, I imagined you for every kiss.”

Mina’s ears flatted. She stood herself up with a paw pressed on Wren’s upper chest. She peered up at him. Her muzzle was once again so close to his mouth, but the weak pretense of kissing practice was gone.

“Zoru?”

“Yeah, really. Fuck, I want to read that sex scene so badly because I know I won’t be able to think of anyone but you as that nickit.”

A wriggly smile tugged the zorua’s muzzle, her ears still flat against her head. A rush of vicarious happiness warmed Wren. He loved that smile and he loved that he’d caused it.

Mina mashed her lips back against his. This was nothing like the careful, gentle kisses before. Her soft, fuzzy lips pushed hard against his own. Her mouth opened immediately to let her small, wet tongue shove past his lips and into his own mouth. Her maw widened against his. She pressed hard against his lips, as if enough pressure could somehow deepen the kiss even further.

Wren’s heart skipped. His cock throbbed hard, straining right up into Mina’s soft, fuzzy belly. It felt as if a hundred butterfree fluttered around inside him.

One hand cradled the back of her head. The other stroked down her side, over the bumpy fabric of the summer sweater that he had crocheted for—Something that she loved and appreciated.

He pressed into the zorua’s mouth. Her tongue was so thin compared to his, soft but delicate, dancing. He did his best to return the favor, swirling his tongue in her muzzle, running it along her teeth, fencing her.

Mina moaned back. Her free forepaw cuddled his cock to her belly. She ground herself against it. That was the clearest go-ahead he could have gotten with her long muzzle still mashed up against his own.

Despite the obvious consent, Wren still hesitated before gliding his hand over the soft fur of her haunches and around to her rump. In response, Mina wriggled her ass against his hand and stroked her paw over his shaft. Pleasure prickled up Wren’s fluttery body.

So many sensations competed for his attention. Mina’s body was open for exploration. Electric anticipation buzzed over his skin.

He knew what he wanted, though. Her pussy was so close to his fingers. Could he really just reach out and touch it?

She was literally grinding her belly against his cock, of course he could! But the idea was so new and different. Crossing that internal boundary made him nervous.

Mina wouldn’t judge him. She clearly invited his attentions. There was nothing to be afraid of. Even if something went wrong and they fought, neither was the type to hold a grudge.

Wren’s fingers slid around Mina’s rump until they met wet fur, which thinned over two puffy folds. Her skin was warm and soft. An involuntary shudder rattled him again. Fuck, this was hot.

Wren finally broke the kiss. His jaw throbbed slightly. His lips were wet with shared saliva.

Something inside him ached as he gazed into the zorua’s eyes and she gazed back. Was that love? Were the butterfree that fluttered inside him love too? Was love the thick lump in his throat, the numb tingling of his skin, the way he felt like he could just melt into the blankets?

“Mina…” Wren breathed.

A canine sigh rumbled through Mina. She nuzzled Wren’s cheek, which loosed a whole new burst of tingles through him. “Zor… Zorua zor.”

“No way,” Wren said, sucking in a sharp breath. “You’re just saying that. That was amazing, but your best kiss? I uh, I just don’t know what I’m doing and—”

A fuzzy black paw plopped down on Wren’s mouth, shutting him up. Her cool, damp nose followed it, tickling as it bumped his own. “Zorua. Zoru zorua.”

Wren’s self-doubt demanded he protest more, but his better judgement prevailed. He wriggled his face free and said, “It’s because I’ve got the best practice partner. The best teacher. The uh…”

Wren’s hand pushed forward a little bit. His fingers slid between the zorua’s soaking wet folds. Her tender, silky insides quivered under his gentle strokes. His pulse quickened. His face was hot with embarrassment and excitement. “Best girlfriend?”

Mina smirked, then nodded. “Zoru.”

“I just um, Mina, I’ve never had sex before. I’m nervous.”

“Zor zoru zor,” Mina said gently. She bobbed her head. The thick tuft of black and red fur swooshed. “Zorua zoru?”

Wren hesitated, then laughed. “Do I want fucking practice? Mina…”

He slid his fingers through her slick, wet pussy to its base. He didn’t have any experience with sex, but porn had taught him plenty about anatomy. Sure enough, he felt a slick bump there that made Mina twitch and moan when he rubbed it.

His other hand cupped her cheek. She was so close. He was touching her pussy, and yet somehow the most intimate thing in the world was her hot breath on his chin and the way she looked deep into his eyes.

“The idea of kissing practice was appealing because I was afraid. I know I’m awkward sometimes. I like girly things like crochet. I’m afraid of looking like a fool after working so hard to put myself out there. But I don’t need that practice for you, Mina. I feel safe with you—comfortable.”

Mina twitched, but this time Wren hadn’t stroked her clit. She blinked rapidly. “Zor… zoru!”

“I’ve uh, I’ve never seen you cry,” Wren said with a nervous half-smile. “Do you need a minute to—”

“Zor!” Mina cut him off by ramming her snout back against his mouth. Her tongue pushed forward, digging deep for that intense, intimate connection. Warmth redoubled through his body. Everything felt so light. And Mina…

His fingers slid off her rump as she stepped a hind leg on his belly and heaved herself up. His cock slid through thinning fur of her underside and then against hot, slick folds.

Wren half wanted to pull away from the kiss and ask if she was sure about this. She was barely a quarter of his size. Could she handle him?

The other half won out. Mina probably knew what she was doing. Even so, she’d just tell him not to worry about her. He should just enjoy this.

Her folds were so warm and slick. Even sliding through her labia with his tip sent waves of intense, hot pleasure buzzing through his crotch. To think of how much better it would feel inside her…

A paw pad stroked down his cheek. Tingling sparks ignited in its path. The amber embers of Mina’s eyes swallowed his whole world. Her hind legs dipped. Wren felt the resistance of her tight entrance despite the intense arousal soaking her pussy. Was she truly too small for him?

Mina wriggled in his lap, determined. Dull pleasure throbbed with each squirm that ground his sensitive cock tip into her soft entrance.

Then, with a lout shlick, Mina slammed a quarter of the way down. She cried out with a strangled sound and a puff of hot breath right into his mouth.

A flash of white-hot pleasure blinded Wren. He realized his lips were frozen against the wet fur of Mina’s muzzle. As wonderful as the kiss was, the sensation of his cock pressing up into the warmth of Mina’s intensely tight, wet pussy kept him from focusing on anything else.

“Zorrrr.” Mina’s cry transformed into a long, rumbling moan.

“Fuck, Mina. You okay?”

“Zor…” she groaned. “Zoru zor…”

Should he slow her down? She didn’t seem to have any intention of pausing. But it felt so damn good, and she clearly, enthusiastically wanted it.

His cock throbbed inside her tight passage. Her pussy was so soft. It hugged around his shaft, wringing tingling pleasure out of every movement of her small body.

Wren gazed down at the zorua, her sexy body speared on his thick human cock. Another wave of warmth spread through his body. He bit his lip. Amidst the growing intensity, a seed of doubt crept in. Was he going to cum soon already? Fuck. He didn’t want to disappoint her. He usually lasted so much longer when he jerked off. But Mina was so hot and—

“Zor, zoruuua,” Mina moaned, grinding her tight, wet pussy deeper down onto Wren’s cock.

Oh shit. “Fuck, Mina. I’m sorry. I—I don’t think I’m going to last much longer. You’re so damn tight and sexy and… fuck!”

“Zoru,” Mina moaned. She nuzzled into his chest. “Zor zoru.”

The pleasure built like a whirlwind. Wren tried to fight it, walling off the amazing sensations in his head. But the wall sprouted leaks, and no matter how Wren tried to plug them, more burst free. Pleasure rose to a crescendo. His orgasm approached; the feeling so much more intense than any orgasm he’d had on his own.

“You uh, you sure you want me to finish inside you?”

“Zor,” Mina said firmly.

With that permission, Wren let go of the final blockade. Intense, numb pleasure washed up from his cock. It spread over his crotch and beyond.

Wren arched his back, pushing his thick, human shaft deeper into the embrace of Mina’s body. That tiny movement shocked his system like a playful jolteon. One moment, his cock was throbbing and straining against the wonderfully warm walls that squeezed around it. The next, with barely any warning, cum burst out into Mina’s pussy.

Wren moaned.

“Zorua zor!” Mina demanded.

Wren registered her desires through his orgasmic haze. He tilted his head down to her level. Her muzzle rammed against his mouth. Another wonderful, passionate kiss ignited a fresh burst of arousal and pleasure.

Mina’s tongue played with his. Amber eyes drew him in. He could hardly focus on anything but those wonderful, deep eyes his cock pulsing with pleasure and pumping cum into her amazingly tight little pussy. He moaned into her muzzle, and she moaned back. This was nothing like he’d ever experienced before. If only this moment could last forever.

Pulse after pulse of cum pumped into Mina’s vagina. There was so much of it. She’d worked him up like nothing else. He hadn’t wanted to admit just how horny his zorua roommate made him, but the proof was in the pudding that flooded her cunt. It leaked back down his cock, forced out with nowhere left to go inside her small body. But with how Mina still tried to squirm her hips down farther on his shaft, she clearly wanted more. And with how amazing those squirming hips and squeezing pussy felt, he was more than happy to give it to her.

Slowly, his orgasm faded. He breathed stiff, hot breaths into her mouth. His cock pulsed. Just a dribble of cum leaked out into Mina’s passage. She squeezed him with a welcoming warmth.

Wren broke their kiss. He panted as much as his zorua partner as he pulled back.

“Zorua zoru?” Mina asked, her eyes twinkling.

“Maybe my brain is still a little fuzzy, because I’m not sure I caught that. You want me to eat… what?”

The zorua’s muzzle stretched in a big grin. Her hips wriggled seductively, which shot a sharp bolt of intense, electric stimulation through Wren’s cock.

“Aah! Mina! Be careful. Fuck, that feels intense!”

“Zorua,” Mina cooed. “Zorua zor.”

“Uh, sure,” Wren said. He slowly laid her down on her back onto the bed. He shuffled back, cock slipping free from her pussy with a wet slurp. A torrent of pearly cum followed it out, starkly contrasting her charcoal black fur and rosy pink pussy.

Mina made it impossible not to stare. Her paws reached down to her crotch, pressing on each of her puffy, soaked folds to spread them wide apart. Her well-used pussy glistened with a mixture of cum and feminine arousal. Prominent, wavy ridges curved within her labia. They rounded her clit and trailed down to the tensing hole of her cunt where the steady stream of cum leaked out of her. All those tender ridges and folds framed a delicate pink valley glazed with a light coating of Wren’s cum.

Fuck, Mina was beautiful. He couldn’t decide what was more alluring in that moment, her sparkling sapphire eyes, the regal charcoal and crimson fur that puffed around her flower-patterned sweater, or the tender pink cunt splayed wide for him, framed by black fur and leaking his pearly white seed.

“Zorua zorua zor,” Mina said, a soft moan undercutting her words. This was his next lesson. Don’t assume a lady is done just because he’s finished already.

“So that’s what you wanted me to eat,” Wren said. A fresh blush lit his cheeks bright red. Why did he feel so bashful when he’d just cum inside her? “You’ll uh, have to help me with my vocabulary after this. Sex talk was never a big part of my learning material.”

“Zoura,” Mina confirmed with a smirk. “Zoru zor,”

“Hey! I got it. No need to rush me,” Wren laughed. He hesitated, taking another moment to soak in the sight of her lewd presentation. His cock throbbed. Fuck, he’d just came, and this was already making him horny again.

Gingerly, Wren slid his fingers into the pink valley of Mina’s pussy. It was so tender and slick. He fondled her delicate ridges. His thumb slid down her splayed labia, brushing against her paw. Mina moaned.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” Wren breathed.

“Zor—” Mina started to say, but she was cut off with a squeak as Wren dove into her pussy.

Despite his plentiful cum, Wren could taste her clearly. She had a tangy, tart flavor with a hint of sweetness, like a raspberry. His cum added a layer of salty, bitter musk that he was surprised to find he didn’t mind. Maybe it was just because Mina was so hot, and he was this damn excited to eat her pussy.

His tongue dragged long trails up the silky skin of her folds. Wet fur tickled his cheeks and chin.

Her pussy clenched underneath him, sending flutters through his heart. Her legs twitched and strained. Her back arched slightly as her breathing quickened.

Even after having cum inside this zorua pussy so recently, his cock had already stiffened to half-mast. His body complained that it was too soon to be erect again, but the tender pink folds splayed before him, glistening with a sheen of feminine arousal, argued otherwise.

“Zoru! Zor zoruuuu,” Mina said through another moan.

He’d just lapped his tongue over her clit, so he obediently did as she said, repeating the motion.

He dragged his tongue up along the tender, quivering nub until the base of his tongue ached. When he couldn’t take it any longer, he wriggled the tip against it instead. When tongue muscles he’d never even known he had started to ache, he dove his mouth into that wonderful, wet zorua pussy and suckled at her clit instead.

Small, soft paws clutched his head. Mina moaned her species’ name into words that burned Wren’s cheeks. She shook and tensed and quivered, and then squealed when he dove two fingers into her now sopping-wet hole.

As he fingered her and suckled at her clit, Mina quieted. Her breaths came in short, sharp gasps. Her tiny pussy clenched so tight around his fingers that he thought she might break them.

And then, suddenly, she heaved. Quick, rapid breaths panted in time with a sudden pulsating of her pussy. She moaned again, “Zoruuua!” and the words had no real meaning behind them. They were a pure, primal cry.

He kept at his touches and even returned to licking now that his tongue had recovered somewhat. But he couldn’t tell if it made a difference to Mina. Her back lost all tension. She panted and groaned, her hips squirming. Her pussy thrummed around his fingers. He could even feel the pulsing on his tongue.

And then, slowly, through heavy, pleasured panting, she groaned, “Zor… Zorua.”

Wren tugged out his fingers, eliciting a sharp squeal from the zorua.

“Zoru,” she said sheepishly. Wren certainly understood sensitivity after an orgasm like that.

He was surprised to find himself entirely erect again as he shifted up to cuddle with his best friend. Her tiny body fit so satisfyingly into the crook of his belly. He couldn’t stop gazing down at her puffy pussy, the fur around it sopping wet with a mix of arousal and cum.

Wren shifted awkwardly, trying to avoid bothering her with his annoyingly hard cock, but she squirmed down to push herself against it.

“Zorua,” she purred seductively.

He flushed, reaching down to fondle her tender pussy. She squirmed, biting the lip of her muzzle. “Are you sure you want me inside you again already?”

“Zor!”

He wasn’t going to look a gift ponyta in the mouth, so he spread that delicate pink pussy again and guided his cock back up to the intense tightness of the tiny fox pokemon.

Entering her was easier this time. The sopping-wet pussy parted for his cock, and he found himself hilted inside her with a single, sloppy thrust.

Of course, she felt just as tight as before. Her walls wrung his cock, causing him to moan. Even looking down and seeing the bulge of his penis straining her insides, he scarcely believed that he fit inside her. She was two feet tall and not even thirty pounds. And his cock wasn’t smaller than the average human man’s. Yet, somehow, he could enjoy the amazing warmth squeezing around his entire length like a vise.

Almost lazily, he began to thrust into her again. This time, right from the start, each thrust came with a wet squelch of cum and female arousal. He wondered if he should have found all this mess a bit gross. Instead, he decided it was even more sexy.

She was so into him. She stared up at him with half-lidded eyes. Little “Zor”’s squeaked out of her muzzle each time he pushed deep into her body. Her amber eyes practically glowed in adoration.

Wren held onto this moment of lazy pleasure, nose full of her musky scent intermingled with his cum, eyes gazing down at the wet fur around a pink pokemon pussy, his cock driving up into it over and over. “I can’t believe I spent so much time looking,” he whispered to her. He leaned in to brush a light kiss over her wet snout as he fucked her. “I don’t know how I didn’t see that I had you right here.”

Mina turned her head up to renew the kiss, her tongue pressing into his as his thrusting picked up speed. He didn’t care how long his orgasm took. This wasn’t work. Being here, kissing his zorua, cock nestled into her tight little pussy; this would be how he’d spend every moment of his life if he could.

Mina slowly dipped her muzzle, breaking the kiss but pressing close. “Zor. zorua,” she said quietly. She was careful, speaking clearly to make sure he didn’t have any trouble translating. “Zorua zoru… Zor zoru?”

Wren’s heart skipped. He stopped thrusting for a moment, trying to process what she’d just said. His eyes glistened, but he hugged her tight and ground his cock slowly back up into her clenching cunt.

‘You didn’t see it because you were looking for the wrong thing,’ is what she’d said. ‘You tried to find someone who would look past your crochet, your rom-coms, the girly drinks you always order. I love you for those instead. And… the way you support my writing? Or all the silly demands I make around the house to make me feel less like a pet—that everyone calls me weird for, but you accept without question? That makes me feel loved, too.”

“How could I not?” Wren asked, stunned. The words came out breathy, romantic, and that relieved him. He simply couldn’t imagine how anyone could talk to Mina and not see a deeply intelligent writer with an impish sense of humor and boundless kindness and creativity. How could he ever see her as a pet? Why would he question the ways she liked to compensate for her paws or her size or the simple fact that she was a zorua in a human society?

“Zor…” Mina moaned back. Not a word, but a simple expression of happiness and lust and affection. She ground her hips back against him.

The surge of pleasure reminded him that he was inside this zorua right now, this amazing woman. She knew every piece of who he was, and she wanted him. And he wanted her back.

Wren moaned, “Mina…” as he humped his hips into her, pleasure cascading through his body. He thought he would last so much longer this second time inside her, but his body was lush with intense pleasure.

He didn’t need to draw his orgasm out, but he didn’t rush towards the peak either. He let it come naturally with all the sights and smells and wonderful feelings of the sexy zorua pressed against him, the warm clenching of her pussy around his throbbing shaft, and the way his heart fluttered, and the way pleasure thrummed as they connected in another kiss.

His cock strained inside the little fox pokemon. It throbbed and pulsed and flooded her pussy for a second time. He broke the kiss. Panting. He pressed his cheek to her. She nuzzled him back.

He humped lightly, shuddering at the jolt of overwhelming pleasure. Mina moaned back, her body warm and wet and wonderful. Finally, he slowed until he just held her. He slowly shrank inside her warmth.

Mina nuzzled her muzzle back to his lips. She looked up at him with eyes full of love and once again drew him into a kiss.

Each kiss was better than the last. Mina was a good teacher.