One chilly night, a cheery Zoroark arose. She looked around her owner's room, from where the stockings hung over the fireplace to the Christmas tree covered in bright lightbulbs. There was something odd about this Zoroark, wether or not it was also because of her extreme enthusiasm about Christmas or that her fur was always on the Christmas cookies in the morning, but she always left the building at midnight. Zoroark put on a red wool scarf then dashed to the only entrance and exit of the cramped three story apartment she lived in. She stopped at the door and took in a deep breath, then began to imagine a human illusion she could use.
She imagined a young adult with long, red, and ragged hair with red eyes. A tightly fitting office uniform accompanied her and accentuated her figure and DD cups. She also imagined a pretty scarlet and plaid skirt. She felt herself change. It was a very quick change indeed, only took three seconds flat. It felt strange having the extra large breasts, they pushed against Zoroark's outfit as if to get free. She massaged both sides with both hands as if to calm them down. She set to the outdoors, admiring the beautiful tinsel decorations as she passed by shops. The civilians stared at her bare rump for she had forgotten about underwear. She bought two holiday cards for her and the human at a store that smelled of dust and pine 'n spice candles. She paid with not real money, but with her own similar, unreal currency. She bought vintage wines and pajamas for the human and peppermints for herself.
On her way back, she shuffled through her gifts for confirmation only to run into a pole and drop the cards. She rubbed her pained head and picked up a card. She turned around to pick up the other behind her, and as soon as she bent over, she felt something cold brush against her exposed slit, "Eep!" Under the illusion layer she could still feel the cold, metal pole brush against her unprotected slit. She swiped her nethers against the pole once again. It sent chills and- something else- up her spine. Pleasure. Looking for signs of anybody watching, she got into a mating position. She rubbed more furiously, her juices lubricating the bare, chilly metal. Suddenly, the Zoroark's bust broke through her once yeilding shirt.
"Ahhn~ Free at last~"
The pleasures of cold against hot nethers, the occasional screw adding more texture for the sensitive clit. Zoroark groped one of her breasts by instinct, she felt her nipples harden and slip through her fingers. The chilly midnight breeze tickling her bosom. She felt so close. The pole seemed red-hot now, it was warming up along with the Zoroark's leaking vulva. This was much better than masturbation.
"Can't... hold... it back... GAAAAAAAAAAHHGAAH!~"
Her orgasm was almost as powerful as a Gyrados' Hydro Pump. She couldn't help but swipe a finger across the metal pole and taste her own juices before moving on, her illusion's clothes reforming quickly.
That morning, the Zoroark's owner got a pleasant wet suprise on his bed.