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A quick look around the PokeMart told Faith that it was not busy. In fact, she might have been the only one there. Just her and the boy behind the counter. Exactly as she had hoped. Holding her head high, the girl strode in with an uncharacteristic amount of bravery.

The boy behind the counter looked up from the magazine he had been reading. "Hi, welcome to the Veilstone City PokeMart!" he greeted her.

Of course, as soon as he'd actually spoken to her, all of Faith's courage evaporated. She froze in mid-step, feeling for all the world like a Deerling caught in headlights. After several moments of awkward silence, she managed to stammer "Um... h-hi!" Then she ducked her head and fled into the aisles to hide.

Stupid, stupid Faith, she berated herself silently. Talking to him had been the plan all along, and she'd already blown it. What's worse, she couldn't just leave the store. She needed food for her pokemon, and now she would have to face him again. Faith's face burned in anticipation of further embarrassment.

Resigned to her fate, Faith set about collecting all of the items on her shopping list. It wasn't long, several containers of food, a baggie of poffins, some new pokeballs and a supply of potions, but she dragged her feet collecting it all, hoping that he would would forget her awkward entrance. When she could stall no more, she took her bag and approached the counter.

The boy had long since gone back to reading his magazine. When she stepped up to the counter, he put it down and gave her a professional smile. "Did you find everything alright?"

"Yeah..." Faith mumbled.

One by one, the boy began to ring up her items, and for a moment Faith thought she might actually get out of this with her dignity intact. Then he started to speak again. "Hey, you're Faith, right? I've seen you in here before."

Panic welled up in Faith's chest, but she managed to force out a "Yes."

"Cool. My name's Peter."

Of course his name was Peter. Faith had been thinking about the handsome boy for months, ever since he'd gotten a job at her local PokeMart. She knew that she should tell him she already knew, or at least acknowledge his introduction. It was a good conversation starter, and from there... But she just couldn't. Her voice wouldn't work. All she could do was nod shyly.

When it became clear that Faith wasn't going to respond, Peter finished ringing her up. She thrust the money across the counter - exact change - grabbed her bag, and hurried out of the store as fast as her legs could carry her. Another failure; twice in a row, even! "It's hopeless. I'm hopeless," she said to herself.

Her one small victory was that she managed not to cry on the way back home. This was good, because her Zorua, Jet, was there waiting for her, and the last thing she wanted was for him to see her crying. Nevertheless, the little pokemon could sense something was wrong the moment she stepped in the door.

"You're back!" Jet yipped happily, his stubby tail waving back and forth for a moment before coming to an abrupt stop. "Are you okay? Did something happen?" he asked in alarm.

"Of course not," she lied. "I'm just tired. I rushed home really fast with your food is all!"

Jet clearly didn't buy her explanation. He'd known she'd been planning to talk to Peter today in spite of her crippling shyness, and Faith knew the results of that plan were fairly obvious. Even so, the pokemon didn't question her any further. Faith was thankful for his discretion.

Faith had always had a hard time around other people, especially boys. It was different with pokemon, however, and so she had naturally gravitated towards the life of a trainer. Even though she wasn't brave enough to challenge other trainers to battles, she still liked training and hanging out with her pokemon. Jet had been with her for as long as she could remember, and was the closest thing to a friend she'd ever had.

Now that she was at home with her pokemon, Faith began to calm down. The girl did her best to put the embarrassing encounter with Peter out of her mind, and it almost worked. Still though, as she went about her day, she found herself replaying the scenario over and over in her head. She was okay having a conversation with Jet, why not with any of the boys she met?

Later that evening, Faith found herself sitting on the sofa with her Zorua curled up on her lap. The furry pokemon dozed as the TV droned on in the background. Faith looked down at her friend and ran her fingers through his fur contemplatively. "Jet..." she whispered, rousing him.

"Mmmm?" he answered.

"Would you... you know... transform for me?" Faith asked in a small voice.

Jet rolled off of her lap and sat beside her. "Who do you want me to transform into?" he asked.

Faith blushed, sure that he already knew the answer. "Peter."

This was something she asked of him often, and her answer was always the same. Not Peter specifically, but any number of the boys she would daydream about and then fail to talk to. It was a little shameful, she knew, but she knew in her heart it was the only way she could ever be with any of them.

Jet complied without any hesitation. There was a shimmering and a twisting, first of Zorua's form, then of the air around him. Faith looked away; watching the transformation up close always left her feeling dizzy. When she looked back, Jet was gone at Peter was sitting beside her on the couch. The pokemon's transformations were never exact - some small bit of his original Zorua form would always remain - but after having lots of practice at it, it was hard for Faith to tell. That was good; the better the illusion, the easier she could trick herself into believing it was real.

Now Faith laid back and allowed Peter to take the initiative. The boy leaned in over her and kissed her as she wrapped her arms around him. His body felt warm and firm against hers, and she smiled. He kissed her neck tenderly, then worked his way up to her cheek.

"Faith... you're so beautiful," he whispered in her ear, and she moaned in response.

The boy was all over her now. Faith sank down in her seat until Peter was nearly on top of her, covering her face with soft kisses. She arched her back and felt Peter's arms slip around her and pull her against him tightly. His embrace made her feel warm and tingly, and she wanted nothing more than to melt in his arms.

Then Peter kissed her on the lips. The shy girl did not kiss back, but instead opened her mouth ever so slightly. Taking the hint, Peter deepened the kiss by slipping his tongue inside of her mouth. When his tongue met hers, she finally responded by pushing it back against him passionately. Peter let out a satisfied moan, and the two shared a wet, warm kiss.

When they broke apart again, Faith opened her eyes and saw that Peter was staring down at her with a wide smile. "You're such a great kisser, too," he said. Faith blushed at the compliment; did he really like her kisses?

Now things were beginning to escalate. Their lips locked again, and Peter's hands moved to explore more of her body. Faith allowed him to move down to her hips, and then up towards her chest. When she felt him cup her breasts, she pushed them up into his hands invitingly. As embarrassing as the thought was, she wished that her clothing wasn't in between them. Beneath her shirt and bra, her nipples were already hard, and she could imagine the feeling of his fingers as they rolled along the sensitive pink buds...

Peter was obviously aroused too. She could feel something between his legs, a slight bulge in his pants that was pressed against her thigh. It excited the girl; she had done that to him. He wanted her, he wanted HER, and she wanted him to take her.

As if sensing her desires, Peter's hands moved from her breasts down to her tummy, then with a little bit of hesitation, moved underneath her shirt. The feel of his fingers creeping their way up her bare flesh made her shiver with desire. Moments later she felt him pushing up her bra, and then there really was nothing between his hands and her breasts, just as she had wished for. Peter squeezed them gently, then teased her nipples in between his fingers. Caught up in the heat of the moment, his hips were making little thrusting motions against her, and Faith knew that this would be it - they were going to be together at last.

But then the boy's lips left hers again. When he spoke, there was an uncertain shakiness in his voice. "F-Faith... s-should I... um..."

Faith opened her eyes and saw Peter staring down at her again, but it was different this time. His eyes were wide, and instead of the love and confidence he'd shown earlier, he looked almost... scared.

In an instant the moment was gone and reality came flooding back. Peter wouldn't have hesitated, not if he'd really wanted her. But it wasn't Peter on top of her, it was just Jet, playing her silly game for her. Faith placed her hands on his chest and pushed him off of her, perhaps a little harder than she'd planned.

"Stop it," she cried, trying to hold back sobs as she fixed her bra. "You've ruined it. Just stop. Turn back."

Jet fell back as if he had been stung, but Faith didn't even want to look at him. This was the first time it had gone so far between them, but the end was always the same. There was always something that reminded her that it was all just a fantasy, an illusion, and that nobody would ever love her for real. Faith jumped up and flew out of the room before Jet could see the tears welling up in her eyes.

They spent the rest of the night apart. It wasn't until Faith got into bed that she saw him again. Back in his natural form, the little Zorua climbed up with her and snuggled up beside her. Without a word, Faith awkwardly wrapped an arm around him and pulled the pokemon closer. Then she slept.

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When she awoke the next morning, Jet was gone. Now that she'd had time to cool off, Faith began to feel guilty for the way she had treated him. It hadn't been his fault at all, she thought to herself. She had been the one who asked him to transform for her, and she couldn't blame him for not wanting to take things all the way. But what happened had happened, and all she could do now was hope that he wasn't mad at her.

By midday, Jet still had not returned. That concerned Faith, but she tried to shrug it off for the time being. Instead of doting on her worries any further, the girl decided to start her daily training session. Jet wasn't her only pokemon, and although she felt closest to him, she made sure all of her little darlings got attention. Gathering up a few pokeballs, she put them into her backpack and left her house.

The surrounding grasslands were teeming with wild pokemon, and Faith brought her team here often to fight. Beyond that, however, she loved the beauty of nature. She rarely ran into other people out here, and the solitude was soothing. It was just her and her pokemon; nobody else would bother them.

As it turned out, however, today would be different. About halfway through her usual route, Faith stopped by the side of the path to have lunch. Sitting in the shade of one of the larger trees, she chewed her food and wondered when Jet would decide to come back. She had nearly finished her meal when the silence was suddenly broken.

"Ummmm... excuse me... miss..."

The timid voice came from behind her. Faith froze in mid bite. With her heart pounding in her chest, she turned to regard the source of the voice. A few yards away, behind the tree, stood a boy. He looked to be slightly younger than her and had his hands shoved into the pockets of his dark sweater. His head was tilted down slightly, and he shot her nervous glances from behind the bill of his baseball cap.

For a while that felt longer than it really was they stared at each other, equally nervous, until the stranger spoke again. "Y-you probably don't know me," he said, then halted for a moment before going on. "But I've been watching you for a long time now. And... I just wanted to say... that you are the greatest and most pretty girl I've ever seen, and that you shouldn't be so self-conscious about yourself all the time! Because you're really really amazing!" The last few sentences burst out of him all at once, and when he had finished he seemed surprised at himself.

Faith was even more surprised, however, and would have been rendered speechless had she not already been paralyzed by anxiety. This boy was quite handsome, and here he was, saying things that she never imagined another person would say or even think about her. She could already feel her cheeks burning in embarrassment, and the urge to grab all of her things and bolt for home - as she always did - was strong.

But there was something else about the stranger. Something that struck her as oddly familiar. Despite her crippling shyness, she narrowed her eyes and tried to peek underneath the boy's hat to get a better look at his face. It was completely impossible, and yet Faith had a strange feeling about him. "Jet... is that you???"

A look of panic spread across the young boy's face. "H-huh? What do you..." he stammered.

Feeling a sense of confidence that was completely alien to her, Faith took a step forward. The boy fell back a step in response. Her suspicion growing, she questioned him further. "What's going on? Is that really you? Let me see your face!"

The boy took another step backwards, but misjudged his footing. He teetered backwards and fell back onto the grass, causing him to pull his hands out of his pocket as he involuntarily tried to grab at the air in front of him. Instead of hands, however, he had paws; furry, black paws! Realizing his mistake, the boy hid them again, but it was too late. The deception was spoiled, and Faith came running up to him.

"Jet, where have you been. I was really worried!" she scolded him. Then she tilted her head to the side in curiosity. "And... why do you look like that? Who have you been transforming into?"

Knowing he was caught, the Zorua refused to meet his trainer's gaze, instead staring at the ground in front of him. "I didn't transform into anyone," he explained. "I... this one I made up myself. It's not anybody else. It's... me, I guess. But it's harder to just make something up instead of copying someone else... I can't change everything yet." He held his paws out again to emphasize the point.

"But Jet... why would you want to trick me? Why did you say those... those silly things?" Faith demanded.

Now the pokemon-turned-human looked up at her earnestly. "It wasn't silly! And it was the truth! The part about how you're amazing, I mean. I tried to transform because... I wanted to surprise you. And I didn't think you would believe me otherwise." His gaze dropped again. "You're always so nervous around the boys you liked... I thought maybe you would feel better if somebody approached you instead."

Faith's cheeks were heating up again. "You really think those things about me?"

Jet nodded his head. "Of course," he insisted. "I love you, Faith. But I'm just a pokemon."

Then he fell silent, but Faith thought she understood what he meant. He was just a pokemon, so what would she care? That was the real reason he had tried to transform into his current form for her. Maybe that's why he'd always transformed for her. She felt ashamed that she'd never realized it until now. It must have been terrible for him, turning into other people so that she could be with them, all the while wishing he could just be himself. She sat down in the grass next to him and took his paw in her hands. "Thank you very much, Jet," she said. "For this... and for everything else too." She leaned over and kissed him lightly on the cheek. Now it was his turn to blush.

"How did you know it was me, anyway?" he asked.

"I don't know I just had a feeling,," Faith answered truthfully. "I guess maybe it was your voice? And your hair." She reached out and touched his hair where it stuck out from underneath his cap; it was the same color as his fur. "You actually look pretty cute, Jet. Way cuter than Peter."

They silently stared into each other's eyes again, only this time the mood was much different. The anxiety and nervousness had been replaced with warmth and tenderness. Without realizing it, Faith and Jet found their lips drifting closer together, until at last they met. It was hardly the first time they had kissed; far from it. And yet, it still somehow felt like their first. After a few moments locked together, their lips parted and their tongues met, hesitantly at first, then more boldly. Jet eased down until he was lying flat on his back in the grass, and Faith followed him, straddling him and still kissing him passionately. She felt the Zorua's arms wrap around her waist, his paws on her back, and moaned into his mouth.

When the kiss ended and Faith pulled away from him, she gasped. Jet's cap had fallen off of his head, revealing that his paws were not the only part of him that had remained unchanged - sticking out of his dark hair were a pair of very familiar ears. "Ears!" she squealed in delight. Her hands flew to them immediately, and she gave them a playful tug. "They're sooo cute!"

"Ahh, don't, that tickles," Jet said.

Faith ignored him completely and continued to play with the pokemon's furry black ears. She giggled mercilessly as he squirmed beneath her. As she straddled the transformed pokemon and roughhoused with him, Faith eventually became aware of a certain 'something' poking up against her rear end. Feeling mischievous, the girl pretended not to notice. While still playing with Jet's ears, against his protests, she began to slide her butt back and forth against the lump in his pants.

Jet's eyes widened and his face flushed red. At first he said nothing, but began to respond to her motions with small jerks and thrusts of his own. After a little while though, with a shaky voice, he mumbled "Faith... be careful... you're..."

Feeling an unfamiliar sense of excitement in the pit of her stomach, Faith came to a rest on top of him. "Do you like it?" she asked him breathlessly.

"Yes," Jet admitted.

She wanted to continue, and she knew he wanted it too. But for a moment, she hesitated. She thought back to all of the times they had fooled around, Jet pretending to be other boys and Faith losing herself in the fantasy. She thought back to last night, to that thrilling moment when she had allowed herself to think that Peter had wanted her, and then the moment of crushing embarrassment when she had been brought back to reality. Her feelings then had been wrong in more ways than one. Jet had been scared because he DID want her. And now it was up to her to take the next step.

Silently, Faith took hold of her shirt and pulled it up over her head. She tossed the garment aside, gently took his paws in her hands, and guided them to her bare breasts. The Zorua gulped, but didn't pull back. Faith shivered; his fur and rubbery paw pads felt odd on her nipples, but no less exciting than a human hand. As Jet built up enough courage to rub his paws against her, Faith pushed her hands underneath the Zorua's shirt and felt his bare skin. She let her fingers play across his muscular frame, finding his nipples and rubbing playfully in imitation of what he was doing to her; then she withdrew her hands and began to unbutton his pants.

When Faith climbed off of his legs and moved to kneel beside him, Jet was reluctantly forced to remove his paws from her chest. Faith was intent on disrobing him, however, and the pokemon shifted slightly to help her pull his pants all the way down. The girl gasped in surprise again when Jet's canine penis sprung into full view. Like his ears and paws, this part of his body remained untransformed. And that wasn't all: tucked away inside of his pants was one more surprise. The Zorua's fluffy black tail remained as well!

Jet seemed to be in some distress as his most intimate parts were exposed before his trainer. He fidgeted, pressing his paws together and looking to the side. "I'm sorry, i-it's not what you were expecting..." he said.

It was indeed not what she had expected, but Faith found herself strangely drawn to the canine shaft. Without a word, she reached out and gripped it cautiously. At her touch, Jet's body stiffened and he let out a sharp gasp. Smirking slightly, Faith began to rub his penis up and down. As her pace quickened, the Zorua's body began to respond almost automatically, his hips pushing up against her hand in time with her rhythmic stroking. His reactions pleased her. Soon her hand was a blur, and Jet was panting heavily. Slick pre-cum beaded on the tip of his canine cock; it dripped down onto her hand and was quickly turned into a makeshift lubricant. Faith gazed wide-eyed at his crotch, fascinated and completely absorbed by the pleasure she was able to give him.

Suddenly his paws flew to her hand. "Faith, s-stop," he said urgently. "I'm gonna cum."

But Faith didn't stop. Instead she sped up. The strained tone in his voice, his tail swishing wildly between his legs, his cock pulsating in her grip, its base beginning to swell into a large round ball - she knew enough about his anatomy to know that it was called a knot; she knew that his body wanted this, and she wanted to make it happen. Still working one hand up and down his shaft, Faith's other hand moved to stroke and squeeze his growing knot. Moments later, the Zorua's body stiffened, and he let out a loud yelp. A thick stream of white cum rocketed straight up into the air. Before it had landed, it was followed by another thick spurt. Then it spattered down; on his shirt, her hand, the grass beside them. Faith even thought that she felt some lant in her hair, but she didn't stop jerking his cock until she had milked him of every last drop.

"Faith," the pokemon moaned appreciatively, his body slack and his eyes closed.

Rivulets of thick, warm semen dripped down Jet's shaft and between Faith's fingers. She gave the pokemon's cock a few more slow, sensuous pumps. Then she let go and sat back, proud of her work. The two of them were a mess. The Zorua's clothing now bore several white stains. Looking down at herself, Faith realized that several large dollops of cum and spattered against her bare chest, and there was indeed a bit in her hair. Curiosity taking hold of her, the girl brought one hand to her lips and dabbed her tongue against the gooey white substance. It was salty, almost spicy. Faith took a great big lick, followed by another. Slowly but surely, she cleaned her hands of her lover's juices, then scooped up the cum that had hit her chest and swallowed that too. When she was clean - mostly - she licked her lips in satisfaction.

Jet had been watching her. When she looked back at him, she smiled at him, and he returned it sheepishly. "Faith..." he said said nervously. "I want to make you feel good too."

"You've already made me feel good," Faith replied.

But the pokemon wasn't satisfied with that. Now daring to seize the initiative himself, Jet rose up from the ground and put his paws on Faith's shoulders, indicating that it was her turn to lie down now. Unbuttoning her pants proved to be somewhat difficult for him in his current form, however, and with a giggle the girl pushed his paws away from her pants and unbuttoned them herself. Once the hard work was done, she allowed Jet to take over again, and he pulled them - and her panties - down and off.

She lay before him now, totally naked. The exposure made her feel self-conscious despite herself, and her hands instinctively moved to cover the tender spot between her legs. Jet stopped, staring, and for a moment Faith thought that he would be too nervous to continue.

But then he spoke to her, saying "Faith... you're so beautiful." It was a line he had said over and over, wearing the illusion of someone else. But today the words were his.

Laying his paws on her hands, he moved them to the side, then gently pushed her legs apart to reveal her pussy. Faith felt herself blush, but it was as much from anticipation and excitement as anything else. With butterflies in her tummy, she lay her head down and shut her eyes tight. A few moments later, she felt his breath against her inner thighs. Then something warm and wet touched her lips. It moved upward, smooth and rough at the same time, until it reached her clit. Faith almost cried out, but she restrained herself. Jet repeated the action again, more forcefully this time, his tongue dragging against her labia until he reached her sensitive clit.

Now the girl did let out a moan. She reached down and buried her fingers in her lover's hair, searching until she found his ears and then latching onto them. The pokemon-turned-boy lapped at her pussy excitedly, his tongue pushing its way inside of her, searching between her intimate folds. Faith shuddered at the touch, pressing her pelvis against his mouth while pushing him down against her at the same time. Her obvious desire spurred him onward, each little thrust of her body and squeeze of her fingers and legs directing him without words to do exactly what made her feel best. It was more wonderful than Faith could have ever imagined.

HE was more wonderful than she had ever imagined.

"Jet. Jeeettttt, it feels so good," the girl crooned, stroking his furry ears lovingly. Her voice shook. "I w-want you... to take me. Please, now, I need you."

After a few more laps, Jet pulled away from her pussy, his lips and chin soaked with her juices. Faith scratched him behind his ears, then threw her legs wide open, leaving no room for doubt as to what she wanted. Nodding silently, the Zorua crawled up over her on all fours. Faith glanced down between their bodies and saw that Jet's shiny red penis was poking straight out again. Reaching down between them, she took hold of it and guided him towards her entrance. The tip teased against her slit, and Faith gave it a little tug.

Jet's body hovered over her, his paws resting in the grass on either side of her and his ears perked up. Over his shoulders she could just barely see the tip of his tail as it waved from side to side. He gazed down at her, his eyes telling her that this was all he'd ever wanted. Then he pushed forward, his canine cock sliding between her fingers and into the tight confines of her body. With one fluid motion, their mutual virginity evaporated, and they were joined.

His thrusts were awkward at first, but they were both enthusiastic, and she shifted underneath him to give him a better angle. Faith gasped as the Zorua buried his thick cock deep into her slit; she raised her legs and clung to her pokemon lover, encouraging him. With her help, Jet found his rhythm. His thrusts became quicker and stronger, the tip of his cock pressing against the back of her vagina. Faith hugged him tight; she pulled him down against her and kissed him passionately, her tongue seeking his. Their coupling was the perfect expression of love and lust, titillation of both body and soul.

Due to Jet's earlier tonguework, Faith was already on edge. Now the feeling of his cock vigorously thrusting through her tight pussy was threatening to push her off of it. It was a feeling she did not, could not, fight. It felt as though tiny waves were rippling through her body from head to toe; then, without warning, the waves broke and crashed against her very core. It felt as though she had lost all control of her body as her muscles began to tighten and spasm, her arms and legs squeezing Jet relentlessly at the same time that the walls of her pussy squeezed at his cock. She moaned desperately into his mouth, kissing and groping him wantonly in an orgasmic fury that was unlike anything she had experienced before. It was almost too much, but she didn't want it to stop.

Jet didn't want it to stop either. His trainer's ecstasy was etched into every fiber of her being. He kissed her, nibbling her tongue and running his tongue across her lips, and at the same time plunged his canine cock into her hard and fast. Her powerful inner muscles squeezed and massaged him, begging to receive his load, but he wasn't ready to cum yet. No, instead he put all of his effort into prolonging Faith's orgasm.

A second orgasm overtook Faith, starting just as soon as the first had begun to ebb. Again her body was rocked by intense pleasure, physical and emotional. Pushing her pelvis up against each of Jet's thrusts, she squealed. But it wasn't enough that she was cumming; she wanted to feel Jet cumming again too. Summoning all of her resolve, she put her hands on his shoulders and pulled her lips away from his.

"I love you Jet," she moaned. The sound of her own voice, heavy with desire, surprised her. "I love you so much. Please cum in me!"

"I love you too!" Jet whispered back. He panted, redoubling his efforts, fucking her with all of his strength.

Faith could feel it: the knot at the base of his cock swelling again. The oversized ball pressed against the entrance to her pussy, straining to bury itself with each thrust of the pokemon's hips. It felt so big that for a moment the girl was afraid it wouldn't fit, and she spread her legs wide in desperation. Then, with a wet pop, it slid firmly inside, and she almost laughed in relief. Jet cried out, giving several more deep thrusts as best he could, and they were knotted; stuck together, pokemon and human, as intimately as they could be. Faith's orgasming pussy clamped down around the huge ball, and she felt it throb inside of her.

Then she felt a warmth fill her, and she knew that he was cumming. Tears streamed down her face and she held onto her lover tightly, never wanting to let him go. She kissed his cheeks, his nose, his lips over and over, her hands running through his hair and over his ears. Jet's eyes were closed tightly and his mouth hung open as he filled her full of his seed, the transformed pokemon's knot making sure that not a drop was spilled.

It was impossible for either of them to tell how long they laid together like that. Jet's orgasm ended first, but Faith's continued on; she couldn't tell if it was still her second, or her third, or maybe even a fourth. She just lay there, clinging to Jet as though he were the only thing in her entire world, until the waves finally began to fade, replaced with a warm fuzziness that spread throughout her entire body. Jet, of course, could go nowhere; his knot locked him in place on top of her. Faith could still feel him filling her up. It felt wonderful.

"Was it okay?" Jet finally asked.

Faith nodded her head wearily. "It was better than anything," she sighed.

The Zorua leaned his head down and, quite unexpectedly, licked her cheek. Faith's eyes shot open and they looked at each other for a moment, until the girl burst out laughing. It was supposed to be a kiss, she realized, but he'd kissed her like a pokemon, not a human. "You're still a Zorua, after all!" she said between laughs.

"Sorry," Jet said sheepishly. "It just came naturally."

"I love you either way," Faith reassured him. Then she craned her neck up and licked his cheek in return. The Zorua's tail wagged happily, and she hugged him tightly.

There was no reason for her to feel shy anymore. She had been loved all along.