It has been nearly three week of school with not a three day weekend in sight. It's been getting particularly regular with all my classes. I've been more focus on studies and less interested in girls in general because there was one girl that was always on my mind.

Floderie was in a blue dress with a cyan upper half. White ribbons adorn her sleeves. With the red collar there was no chance of cleavage being shown, as it's pretty much impossible not to draw attention to her top. The dress did seem wide enough not to make her butt size blatantly obvious. She was taller than me because of high heels, which meant her feet were hurting a lot more than mine. I've noticed the she was wearing some makeup to make her fair skin seem redder at the cheeks.

Mark and Roger was also there in formal dress. Roger was constantly adjusting his tie while mark had one hand on his car.

"Did Marisa forget the time?" Mark said looking at his phone.

"She still has a few minutes," I said.

"Go get her," Mark said. "I want decent parking be the time we arrive. You do know where she is, don't you?"

"Yes. I guess," I sighed. I turned and went to Marisa took classes. I've never been inside the building itself. It was out of the way from most student's schedule and was up a hill. The single story structure may have been mistaken to be for just school administration, but a few students do online classes their. Anyone that can't take normal classes seemed to end up in a place like that. Some were special ed, others were quite gifted. It actually only took sixty seconds of walking from the parking lot to get into the building, and ending up in a hallway with three direction to try.

I asked a middle aged lady I've came across for directions. "Excuse me. I'm looking for a Fennekin named Marisa."

"Ohh, you must be her trainer. You're very lucky. She's such a sweet girl," the lady responded.

"Huh?"

"You'll probably find her in the computer room. It down that hall, to the left and on the left."

"Thank you," I reply.

I did as the lady said and found the computer room. Inside were a bit more than a dozen student, four of which had fox ears. Two braixens and two fennekins. I had no clue there were other fennekins at the school. Marisa, who was wearing a black dress was chatting with a female braixen.

"Marisa, It's 10:28." I said.

Marisa turned sharply in surprise. Then she looked at the monitor.

"My human is here to bring me to the politician zoo," she said to her friend. She stood up while logging of of the computer. This revealed thin green leafy patterns on her black dress. The dress was very tight around the waist and it also had a lower neckline. Her shoes had elevated heels, although it couldn't have added more than four centimeters to her height. "Well let's go."

We set off to the car side by side. "So, I thought you wanted to go to this thing," I said.

"Well, I've haven't been very happy with what been going on in the news. It's been nonstop hit jobs on a lot of good people," Marisa said. "Plus I'm not sure about this dress. Does this dress make my ass look big?"

Why was she asking me that? I went so long without being a pervert recently. Well, she did ask me my opinion.

She wasn't without butt, for sure but it really seemed like the dress made her waist look tiny. I did like what I saw but didn't know what sort of answer would be best. Most girl fennekins do get big butts as they evolve, but was I supposed say her butt looked big. This seemed like a no win question.

"Marisa, we are going to the conference with Florderie. There's no comparing with that," I responded.

We reached the hill and Marisa grabbed my arm for balance. "Good point. You know, you look good in a suit. I wish it was as easy for women to dress up like that. Just throw on a tie and be done with it."

"It's not exactly comfortable for us either."

"Well, that's probably because your sizes is slightly wrong. Look at those tiny shoes on you," Marisa said.

When we got to the car, Florderie already got in the front passenger seat. This left Roger in the back. Marisa got into the middle with I was on the middle right.

"You better be care Marisa," Mark said. "Roget's a boob man." He was careless referencing her low neckline and Roger's height.

"Don't worry about that," Marisa said. "Nate is here to defend my honor!"

"But's he's just a regular human," Roger pointed out. "How is he supposed to defend your honor from me?"

"That's true," Marisa admitted. "Okay then. I guess Roger is here to defend my honor against Nate."

"Hey. being weak doesn't me the bad guy," I said, "or makes him not the bad guy."

Marisa leaned against the delphox. "Roger save me! He just saw the outline of my bra strap on my shoulder."

"The fiend," Roger said. "What shall I do to him mi'lady?"

"Clearly, he needs his hands broken so that I won't commit unsavory acts with my bra strap outline in mind!"

"Oh you want me to be the bad guy, then." I said. "Very well, I shall do the most perverted act ever imagine by the mind of man!" I grab her short sleeve and pull it up her arm. I then lifted the fabric and saw…

"I just beholden not the mere shape of your bra strap, but the bra strap itself!" I could tell it was the bra that was pink red dots, but… "Beige, the color of every man's dream."

"Nooooo," Marisa said feigning a faint. "Also Roger, you're fired."

"Does that mean I have the job back?" I asked.

"Nah, I can protect my own honor," Marisa said.

"But that's so lonely," Florderie said turning her face toward the back seats. She looked and me with really kind eyes, a look that remember me when we first meant. It was right before i… well… did something to her I would never do… again… … while she's not my girlfriend. I guess that's a real possibility, isn't it? "Nate, you can protect my honor."

It took more than two hours to arrive at the conference. Mark lead us indoors to find where Professor Sycamore was. The place was packed, but we got to a special area for VIPs, which I guess makes sense considering we were with Professor Sycamore.

"I hope we don't have to sit in earshot of some unsavory types. There's some really nasty people here." Marisa looked legitimately angry at something.

"At an international defense conference?" I asked. I shouldn't really doubt that Marisa may have heard something with her ears.

"Yeah, not everyone here is ideal as politicians would like to pretend," Marisa said.

Roger confirmed this. "It's not uncommon for us fennikins to overhear some nasty stuff, even in a place like this."

"Over here!" Professor Sycamore shouted. Allen and Reisen were with him, as well as a few adult moemon I didn't recognize. We on an overhead balcony so it didn't look like we were going to be crowded.

"Oh, it's Chelsea Marverool!" Florderie said as the elder miltank walked onto the balcony from behind us. Florderie walked up to her. Chelsea was not as tall as the teenager of her own species, although her bosom seemed almost twice as big. She also had pink bangs and pink spots in her black hair. "It's such an honor to meet you."

"Aren't, aren't you a bit young to be going to be these meetings?" Chelsea asked. "I barely knew what politics was at your age."

"I know what you're doing is important. What happens here will keep us safe." Florderie said.

"Kid, you can't rely on your government to protect you. You can only protect those close to you," Chelsea said.

Florderie froze. Marisa stepped up. "Ms Miltank, do you have to be so poignant? She just was happy to meet you?"

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I just know not everything always goes as governments intend. It's not a hopeless as I make it sound," Chelsea said.

"I'm sure we have a lot to benefit from this alliance," Professor Sycamore said. "There's been many advances in technology that will make the distances of our nations irrelevant, for the most part."

"I have very little doubt about the logistics of this alliance," Chelsea said. "It's just that people can be very unreliable."

"Well, Foundation hasn't been seen for a while and the White Fist seems to be losing members left and right," Professor Sycamore pointed out.

"Yes, but there's still a lot of uncertainty going around. Have you heard of the Drevkon Empire?"

Professor Sycamore looked puzzled. "I'm not an expert on history. It doesn't ring any bells."

"It's nothing. It's ancient history. It just comes up a lot in some places," Chelsea informed him.