The change was jingling in her backpack. Her aching fingers stretched for three more. Three more tokens.
A lone female Zorua timdly entered the premises unannounced. None of the staff could really care less about any rules concerning Pokémon staying in their pokeballs or outside. But all other humans seemed to casting an empty shadow over the quivering pokemon.
The machines were the ones in control.
Once she found her trainer, the Zorua quickly darted under the seat of her trainer and nipped at the owner's unwashed, knee-high socks, despite the unappealing taste left on her tongue.
A rogue hand darted towards the Zorua and scooped her by the stomach. Seconds later, she was sitting in the almost bare lap, modesty bestowed only by a miniskirt and basic undergarments.
"Hey Terrace! Why're you here?"
The Zorua could only whine in hunger, almost trying to bite the trainer's blue, disheveled hair to get the message through."
"Oh.. you're hungry, huh." The trainer stuck her skinny, pale arm into the void of her backpack.
"Here. I know you don't normally go for fruit, but I found these yesterday, and it's all I have."
She dropped two dozen dried Razz berries onto her lap, all of them rolling to the crack where her inner thighs met each other. She looked on at her only pokemon with an empty gaze of muted adoration. Terrace squeaked with gratitude and started to have a go at her snack.
She scooped the berries up with her tongue like a shovel..
And she was aware that she was being baited to please her trainer, but it was beyond her now. The relationship between them, while it was give-and-take, was completely platonic.
The blue haired waif let out a quiet hum of satisfaction and let the zorua fight for every berry. When one got stuck between her legs, the zorua was exasperated to start nibbling on the skin.
The trainer buzzed with approval, the pleasure loosening her legs, letting the berry fall to the seat. The Zorua made a dash for it, throwing practicality into the wind. The human gasped at the sensation of glossed fur probing through her minimal undergarments.
It tickled more than anything.
Now almost sated, the Zorua popped up, nestled between her legs, slightly full, lazily rested her head on the human thigh. Terrace knew that she would be waiting awhile. She gazed up to Dawn, moving nothing but her eyebrows to alert her of her boredom.
"Two more turns, okay? I want to get my tokens down to an even number." The zorua let out a huff and lazily shut her eyes.
The probability of that being the real reason was the same probability of those slots reeling in three sevens.
After an hour of senseless napping, the duo exited the city with the dying Goldenrod lights showing the dirt path to their destination.
I wasn't scared of the dark.
Right now, I was only questioning the practicality of traveling at night. I couldn't protect her from any thuggish fighting pokemon or creepy crawlies on the road.
I'm not exactly strong enough for her, but my fur stopped bristling as soon as the conical lights from the old school Olivine street lamps signified the end to our journey.
Dawn showed no sign of fatigue at this point, which irritated me, because that could only mean she was going to a "sailor house" to get the nonexistent bills paid.
It looked like I was staying in the pokeball for tonight..
And it was terrible, because only balls better than great balls are sound proofed.
And you know what that means?
It means that my ball isn't a high enough quality to vomit in.
It's almost dawn, sunlight was still trapped in it's yolk, waiting to be broken by a prong of time.
Dawn was a mess. The time of day? That was irrelevant to her. The girl needed a shower, desperately.
She seemed drunk with sleep, but I managed to sharpen my teeth enough to alert her that I was chewing her arm off.
Her pay was wedged into her bra, so there was no reason to stay anymore. I dragged her leading shoe in the direction I wanted her walking. Within a matter of minutes, we were stumbling out to the dimly lit world, aided by old fashioned lamps scattered around.
No one was awake. Most jobs started in the late morning here, if I recall correctly.
I took her to the beach, where she saw this as routine. She threw all of her clothes to the side, put her pay in her old trainer bag and splashed into the cool water, eyes remaining vacant.
Eventually I had to urge her to at least dress minimally by dragging her clothes away from the shore. She sprung to life as she gave chase to the bra I got clasped between my teeth. No words were exchanged.
The town was still asleep by the time she wrestled me for her clothes and put them on. Her eyes were less glassy than before. She cast a glance at me.
"Hey, Terra.. let's go to the Olivine café. It appears to be open now." I wasn't really listening the first time.
"Yo," she tapped my head to get my attention. "A zorua's got to eat!" I didn't care too much about what she was saying, and tried to shake the sand out of my fur, but with no success. So I followed as me and Dawn made our way to breakfast.
Hey . I'm sorry if this is a slow start, but this is my first fanfic, so be sure to expect more later, maybe a lemon or three ;).