Zozo felt incredibly stupid as she reread the passage on the book.
'A very common experience reported by many pokémon that evolved from smaller forms is as follows. First, when the pokémon was unevolved, small and cute, the trainer would routinely pet it and play with it, all with the innocent purpose of getting to know their pokémon better and developing stronger bonds with it. The trainer would wash, brush, caress or comb the fur or feathers of the pokémon, if applicable. This would result in very affectionate although perfectly pure interactions.'
'Then, at some point the pokémon would evolve and develop a more sensuous figure. Now, the trainer would try to pet and caress their pokémon as usual only to find out that this formerly innocent doting activity had become strangely erotic and perhaps a bit embarrassing, inflaming the passions of both human and pokémon. Eventually, after flustered glances and the occasional involuntary erection, this would result in the human and the pokémon 'playing' in a very different fashion. This kind of experience is one that many humans and pokémon attribute as the cause of their shared sexual awakening.'
Zozo began to bonk her cheeks with her closed fists. Dumb. Dumb. Dumb. What a dumb Zoroark she was. Back when she was a Zorua her trainer always helped her groom and brush her fur, and often petted and caressed her in a very caring way. Then she evolved. It would have been so easy to just shut up. It would have been so easy to let the human keep pampering her in such a tender and personal fashion, and it might have eventually led to them getting even more tender and personal with each other. She had such a great excuse at her disposal for them to get touchy-feely with each other.
And what did she do when she evolved? She asked River to let her take care of her own hygiene from now on. Dumb Zoroark! Dumb! Why did you say that? Since evolution had granted her hands she figured she would now be able to clean and wash herself on her own, and she would have found it a little embarrassing for River to help wash her new, more mature body. But she should have kept quiet! That way River would now be helping wash her new, more mature body!
Zozo wondered what would have happened if only she had been more astute back then. She often thought back to stupid things she had said or done and daydreamed about how events would have developed if only she had acted in a more discerning way. When she was alone, she sometimes liked using her illusions to act out those scenarios too. So making sure there was no one around, the black-furred vixen grabbed her voluminous mane of well-kept scarlet hair and began to shake it until an unreal phantom wearing her trainer's face emerged out of it, waving his hand at her as she did the same. She always got silly with her illusions when no one was looking.
"I wonder what would have happened," she said out loud, although there was no one to listen. Her only interlocutor was a mirage. "Let's say today is the day I evolved." She ruffled her mane until it looked like it hadn't been groomed in three days. "My hair was a mess right after I evolved." She looked to the vision of River, although she already knew what the human was about to say.
"Zozo, would you like me to help tidy you up? You may have hands now, but you're probably not yet used to them so I don't mind lending a helping hand."
She swung a finger from side to side, looking aside. "It's okay! I should be able to use tools now, so I can brush and wash myself on my own even if it takes me a bit of time to get used to it. But thanks for offering, honey!" She planted her palm against her face. "God, just imagine being the boob that says something stupid and strait-laced like that! No, let me try again. I should have said something like…" She cleared her throat. It was unnecessary, but she was fond of dramatics. "I'm doing my best trying to get used to my new arms and hands but I can't quite control them all that well yet. I would hate to impose, but I would really appreciate it if you helped me clean up for at least a few days, honey. Um, but it's okay if you say no…"
"Of course I will help, Zozo! Just let me grab my comb and we will try to tame that beautiful red hair."
Zozo simply willed the comb into existence within River's hand. The human knelt by her side as she sat down to more easily reach her bulky mop of rumpled hair. He then began to caress her hair with one tender hand while he brushed with the other. It was so warm and felt so gentle! Each of the overly long hair strands in her mane was of course connected to a nerve that helped propagate the comforting sensation all through her body.
As a Zorua, one of the things she used to love the most in the world was to have her rebellious fur combed by her human as he petted her head and back. It felt so nice that it always made her feel a bit sleepy. So Zozo was pretty bummed that River had not helped untangle her wild hair a single time since she evolved. She wanted to feel that warm attention again! And the worst part is that she was the one that convinced him not to comb her fur anymore because she could do it herself now! Ugh!
Her illusions allowed her to trick herself into thinking her hair was being combed by another, which was kind of sad, and she couldn't fully replicate the sensation either because she didn't know how that actually felt. She had never allowed River to comb her hair because she didn't want to impose. Sighing, she cast illusions to disguise her disheveled mane and make the comb dematerialize.
"There, we're done combing," she said with a mild frown, not bothering to hide her annoyance. This was no fun if it wasn't the real thing. "What now?"
"Should I help wash you?"
"U-Uh?" Zozo smirked to herself. Yep, this is totally what would have happened!
"Is something the issue, Zozo? I always wash you. I washed you yesterday."
"B-But I was a Zorua yesterday. I have hands now, so I can apply the shampoo and gel by myself." She looked to the side, pretending to feign embarrassment and not noticing that she genuinely was embarrassed. "A-Although I'm not good with my hands yet, so maybe it wouldn't be too bad if you helped?"
River shrugged. "You're always outdoors, fighting and getting dirty. It is my duty as your trainer to make sure your fur is always smooth and clean to avoid diseases and the like. There is nothing weird about this. This is just a trainer bathing his pokémon, as we have done many times in the past before."
"R-Right! This is totally justified! There's nothing lewd about me asking you to rub a gooey gel all over my supple body! Totally innocent! And if this were to result in sexy times, no one could possibly accuse me of anything!"
Zozo willed into existence a bottle of her favorite strawberry-scented shower gel. It was a bit expensive, but it's the one her trainer always bought since she loved it so much. It made her feel so nice and clean! Bottle in hand, the non-corporeal human crouched behind Zozo as she sat on her knees, ready to wash her back as he had done so often in the past when she was a Zorua.
The skin of her species was rather sensitive, so they avoided using any rough loofahs or washcloths that could irritate her skin. Instead, he put a few drops of the body wash on his fingers and began to scrub her back with his bare hands. He massaged her back with gentle circular motions, each touch eliciting a soft yelp from the dark-type. This was heaven. She felt shivers going up and down her back, and not because the gel was cold. But there was nothing weird about this, right? This was just a human washing a pokémon, simply. She wasn't a degenerate for enjoying this or anything.
Then the trainer's hands began to travel down along her back, making her breathing hasten the lower and lower he went. His wet, frothy hands caressed her spine before leisurely reaching down towards her tailbone, then daringly journeyed down her pelvis… but as soon as a high-pitched moan escaped Zozo's throat, the man stopped and withdrew his hands.
"I think that's enough, Zozo," River said. Yes, he would probably stop here. Uh, but she imagined that he would probably be a bit more embarrassed, and maybe he would even stutter a little. "I-I think that's, um, enough, Zozo." Oh yeah, that's better. Hearing the awkwardness in his voice made her shuddering ears feel hot. She could imagine the moral dilemma going inside his mind, as he debated whether to potentially cross a boundary by giving in and rubbing his hands all over those firm buttocks. In truth she was disappointed he had stopped. For although he had not yet washed her front, her loins were already soaked.
He would then wash the gel off with the portable camping shower he always brought along. But she didn't like that part! She wasn't all that fond of water. So — what the hell, this was an illusion of her creation so she was skipping that part. Illusionist perks!
Before evolution, whenever River was done washing her back he would roll the Zorua over and wash her belly next, which was a bit embarrassing for her even back then. Now that the Zoroark was a biped, this meant that the next area he would work was her front. Oh dearie.
She could picture it. The human would kneel in front of the sitting Zoroark, look at her abdomen, and upon noticing her sizable bust he would avert his eyes, feeling hot and bothered. At least that's how she imagined it. "I will clean your front next, Zozo. Is that okay with you?"
"Yes. Thank you, honey," she said with a knowing smile.
A bit more hesitant than before, River put a dab of soap on his hands and began to apply the gel on her squeezable tummy. The human's cheeks reddened ever so slightly as the body wash spurted a pleasant swirl of froth that he spread all around her torso, up to just under her heaving chest. Zozo let out a hypnotic purr as she felt his warm hands extend the refreshing foam all over her abdomen, feeling the soap penetrate her fur and skin as it cleaned her and left her feeling fresh and relaxed. She felt his probing fingers grazing over her toned abs as they traveled upwards, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she panted softly. But as soon as his fingers were about to kiss the base of one of her soft tits, his hands halted.
"Why did you stop, honey?" Zozo asked, her teal eyes dilated. She really didn't want him stopping right now.
"W-Well, those are your…" He couldn't finish the sentence. "Do you really want me to continue going up?"
"Is there any problem, honey?" she asked as she cocked her head to the side, feigning innocence. Feeling brazen she grabbed one of his hands and, with no further warning, pulled it into her cleavage until it disappeared under her dark fur collar, making him squirm. "You have to wash all of my torso. I've gotten dirty up here too from fighting. And there is nothing weird about a trainer rubbing his pokémon clean, right? I don't understand your sudden apprehension?"
She liked to think that the trainer would gulp audibly as he felt his gel-coated hand sink between the soft flesh of her large fluffy mounds. "You just evolved. I suppose you wouldn't understand the significance of breasts to humans…"
"Exactly! So if you began to violently manhandle my moldable teats and that made me feel funny, I couldn't possibly be blamed for it! I am just super naive!" Lies upon lies. She perfectly knew back then what breasts meant to humans and other anthropomorphic pokémon species. In fact, one of the things that delighted her the most about her evolution was the fact that she had developed such an enviable bust. "Or is there any issue, honey?"
"O-Of course not! It's not like I'm turned on by my own pokémon… Those are just flesh and nothing more… Right, I will do it."
Arming himself with courage and pushed forward by a growing lust, he applied another damp patch of gel directly on the chasm between her twins before spreading it with both hands over each breast. He couldn't see his own hands as they were covered by the ruff of fur around her neck, but he could still feel the warm texture of her tender skin. He began to rub in circles around her now erect nipples, generating a thick layer of lather that began to cover her spheres and made them moist, slippery and messy.
The sensorial experience was becoming a little too much for the Zoroark. She felt her heart beat hard against her chest at the same rhythm that he would grope her froth-covered tits. "T-The place where you're touching me makes me feel funny…"
"Should I stop?" he said, slowing down.
"No!" Don't stop, goddammit! Why were her own fantasies so rebellious sometimes? Stupid subconscious. "Um, I mean, it makes me feel odd but I want to be clean so…"
And so he would keep massaging her captivating, glistening mammaries, growing hornier and hornier until he couldn't take it anymore and would throw himself at her. Or if he somehow held back that day, he would eventually cave in as he kept bathing her day after day. And of course, as River's starter pokémon, Zozo would have no choice but to acquiesce and obediently accept his advances as she meekly spread her legs while the human toyed with her foam-coated tits. And there would be absolutely nothing perverted about it; she was just being a good loyal pokémon for her trainer! That didn't make her kinky at all!
And that's totally how it would have gone if only she had allowed River to keep caring for her hygiene as usual. They would have been mating for months now, but nooo, she had to be dumb and tell him she would do it herself. Stupid! Stupid! She smashed her paw against her face as she called all of the illusions off. She had taken it a little too far, and although the bath had been imaginary she was genuinely wet.
Was there anything that could be done now? It would be way too awkward to ask her human to help her bathe all of a sudden now. He would totally think she's a deviant. Nah. That train had left the station.
Whatever. She still felt like seeing her trainer. It always made her heart skip a beat whenever her eyes witnessed the gentle smile of the human. She wanted her lips to taste that smile so bad…
It didn't take her long to find him, but so soon as she spotted him she brought one trembling claw to her chest. River held a brush in his hand. She recognized it. It's the same brush he had used to dust sand off her fur in the past, except she wasn't the recipient anymore. Instead she found a Woobat happily floating about with glossy beautiful fur and a docile Minccino sitting on River's legs as the trainer brushed a rebellious tuft of hair on the chinchilla's head.
Aaaaaah! Zozo wanted to sit on his legs and be pampered too! But it's not like she was jealous of the two newbies or anything! They were relatively new additions to the team, not even fully evolved yet. She wasn't too worried since compared to her they weren't near as powerful, or resourceful, or sexy. It's not like they could compete for her trainer's affection.
But something clutched at her heart when she realized that she wouldn't feel his gentle brushing again.
She approached, trying not to make a sound. She didn't want to disturb the scene. Envious as it made her to see the Minccino getting spoiled, Zozo understood it wasn't the normal-type's fault.
"And you're done!" River said as he finished cleaning the Minccino. He stroke her head with a friendly petting hand, making the little creature giggle cutely. "Look at you, little pal! Now your fur is glossy and spotless!"
"Thank you, mister!" the Minccino said, although her words were unintelligible to the human. The Minccino was a little too young to learn to speak, and most pokémon never learned how to speak human languages anyway. Goodness, Zozo herself couldn't speak either and only communicated by faking a voice via illusions.
The human smiled as he picked up the little Minccino and placed her on the grass near the Woobat. "I've no clue what you just said, little pal, but you're welcome!"
And so the two unevolved pokémon went away to play together. Or train. Or gossip. Or all at once. Zozo didn't particularly care. At least now her trainer was free, so Zozo could again monopolize all of his attention.
"Hello, honey!" she said, wanting to catch his attention before he buried himself in a book or something.
Upon first catching a glance of the Zoroark the human beamed wide, but after just two seconds his smile shifted into concern. "Hey, what happened to your mane, buddy?"
Oh, true. Zozo had messed up her mane on purpose a moment ago. The fake River had helped her 'fix' her mane during the illusion, but that wasn't real so her mane was still disheveled. Ah, how embarrassing, showing herself before her trainer like this! How could she be so careless? Should she use illusions to pretend like her hair looked just fine? No, she hated the idea of lying to her human like that. She had promised herself a long time ago that she would never use her illusions to deceive her trainer.
Feeling far more self-conscious than she was comfortable with, she grabbed hold of her broad red ponytail and shoved it in front of herself to hide part of her face. "It's because of training and stuff, you know. I cannot keep a perfect hair after so much… action."
"No, that makes sense. Say, do you need any help getting all that hair under control, Zozo?"
"You're too kind, but I can pacify my mane myself. But thank you, honey." Nooooo! She noticed her mistake exactly one second after she was done speaking. Why had she rejected the invitation? Oh my god, she really was dumb. If she were alone she would be strangling herself. "Althooough I guess my mane is kind of big, so maybe I wouldn't entirely mind?" she said in an attempt to fix it as she jiggled one foot back and forth along the ground. "But I wouldn't want to impose…"
"Don't be silly, buddy! I would love to help!" Not another second passed before he had his hands already inside of her voluminous ponytail, exploring its depth and fuzziness. How eager! Zozo wondered if, just like she missed him caressing her and keeping care of her fur, maybe he also missed treating her? Nah, probably just wishful thinking on her part. "Your hair is pretty cluttered. Have you been washing it thoroughly, Zozo?"
Although he was being a bit rough, his manly hands felt really nice inside her mane. "S-Sometimes. Since my ponytail is so big I try not to wash it all that often or we would run out of shampoo all the time." She really liked the strawberry-scented one, her favorite flavor. It made her feel like a queen! But she had heard it was kind of expensive, so she was worried about using it up too fast.
"You silly thing! If your shampoo runs out just tell me and we'll get more! I'm not going to let your beautiful hair go to waste just because of money concerns." He turned to his bag to pick up some shampoo and conditioner of her favorite brands. She was thankful he had turned around, because that way he would miss the growing reddening of her cheeks. "We'll use as much as we need to make your hair fresh and silky! And if it runs out it runs out. There's more to be found in stores."
He asked her to turn around, and she didn't need to be told twice. Her mane really was too long, being almost as tall as she was. Ever since she had evolved she had only ever used a small amount of shampoo when washing her hair, just a tad more than what was used when she was a Zorua. River was the one managing the team's money and doing all the shopping, but since he was no longer involved in washing her fur he wouldn't know when her care products would run out, and Zozo felt a bit uncomfortable asking him to buy more stuff just for her, so she always tried to make things last.
River didn't care about that. He squeezed abundant amounts of shampoo into his hands, and upon taking a second glance at Zozo's hair and noticing just how vast it truly was, he decided to arm himself up with even more of the slimy lotion. Once his hands were wet and slippery enough, he didn't hesitate. River's hands dived deep into Zozo's mop of hair and began to massage the lather into it, spreading it all around. Feeling her hair played with send a tingling sensation all through her scalp, and the Zoroark couldn't help but close her eyes and let herself drift off. This felt way too pleasant and comfy for her poor excited heart.
Much to her embarrassment, a contented purr began to escape her throat against her will as she felt his attentive hands shampooing her coat in an intimate and deeply stimulating fashion, cute coos eventually giving place to sensual moans. Her mane was often an untamed wild beast, but it felt so fresh, so lubricated, and so smooth right now…
It never felt this good when she washed it. As in, it felt good, but goddammit it didn't feel this mind-numbingly good. So she couldn't help but let out a wistful whine when she felt his hands ending the steamy massage and releasing her hair. Aw. She kind of wanted him to continue, but they had probably used up far too much shampoo already.
The next part Zozo liked less. River rinsed all of the soap off with a camping shower and then gave her a good rubdown with a towel. It was enjoyable in a complacent kind of way, but it was nothing compared to what she was feeling minutes ago. Still, there was something serene and placid about it all that took her back to when she was a Zorua just a few months ago and he lovingly pampered her every day… Dammit, she was getting a bit drowsy and all. Why were his hands so relaxing? Not matter how hard she tried she could never emulate this sensation with her illusions. She craved the real thing.
Fighting the urge to doze off, Zozo examined her just-cleansed cherry-colored mane to occupy her thoughts. Her eyes grew larger as she raised an eyebrow. Her hair looked so pretty! It had never looked this gorgeous and velvety! And it smelled so sweet too! Was this really her ponytail? Was she really allowed to keep this? She gripped it in her hands, careful, as if any harsh motion would shatter her hair, rejoicing in how silky it felt to the touch too. She could very easily take a restful nap on her mane now, but that would dirty her spotless ponytail. Decisions, decisions.
"See? You've got some ravishing hair so it would be a shame not to flaunt it, buddy!" River began to caress her mane with brushing motions. She could melt right now. "I've noticed your back is kind of dirty, though. Do you have trouble reaching there, buddy? If you need help to keep yourself clean you can just ask me with complete confidence. I would love to aid a friend."
"T-Thanks, but it's fine. I'll get used to it, I'm sure." Wait. Oh my god why was she so stupid all the time. Why did she never think before speaking. She really wanted to smack herself in the head right now. "B-But it is true that reaching my own back is a little tricky, and since you're offering to help it would be very rude of me to refuse…"
She would have sworn she saw a hint of melancholy in River's eyes for just a second. "Oh, but don't feel forced to say yes either. If you want to take care of it yourself to be more independent, that's cool too."
"Nonono! I want your help!" Hold. Play it cool. Don't look desperate. "S-Since you've always been a biped, you're probably more used to washing yourself than I am, honey. All I'm saying is that if you want to lend a hand, that would be appreciated…"
River burst out laughing. "You're a proud one, uh? You can just ask for help if you need it, buddy. I'm your trainer, which means you can rely on me for anything."
It wasn't pride keeping her from asking for help. Did it really not even cross his mind that she might feel bashful about having her body handled by a male? Did he even see her as a female at all? Whatever. Once River was done rubbing her soft, curvaceous body all over he would for sure notice her womanly charms. Yes! This is as it should have been! This is what should have happened weeks ago! Her trainer would wash her up in a perfectly innocent fashion, stroking and fondling every inch of her as he became more and more aware of just how sexy she had become until his lust overclouded his reason and he treated himself to her luscious body! It's as it was meant to be! She would not remain a virgin for long!
Zozo turned her back to him and waited thirstily, her fine ears registering the oddly erotic sounds of the gel bottle leaking its contents into his hands and then the human rubbing his hands together to spread the lotion. When the sounds stopped she grew curious for a moment, but before she could react she felt the cold gel-coated palms pressed against her back, sending a shiver up her spine. She squirmed around, but made no real effort to escape the man's clutch.
The human began to rub the foam all over her black fur, starting by gently massaging her neck and then her tired shoulders, moving lower down along the sides of her torso until his fingers almost brushed against her fuzzy breasts from behind, then finally reaching her tailbone right above her gluteal cleft. A flush of heat rushed through her body as the numbing liquid was rubbed along her furry skin, and even after the human stopped Zozo lay there for a few seconds in the soothing afterglow, unable to move or speak but feeling like everything was right in the world.
Goddammit, were her nipples hard. Thank goodness they were hidden under her dark collar, although they poked against it. She hoped he wouldn't notice. Or maybe it was better if he noticed? Actually, should she try to call attention to her rising and falling boobs on purpose? The sight would definitely get him all worked up, giving how sweaty they were and how her nipples were constantly threatening to break out from under their furry cover.
"What about my front, honey?" Zozo asked, feeling frisky and daring. She didn't want this to stop here. "Now my backside is clean, but maybe I need my front washed too…" Yes, that's it. Play the role of the innocent girl.
"Your front?" River gave her an odd stare that she found difficult to interpret. She hadn't screwed up, had she? Maybe she was getting a little too bold a little too fast. "Right, I guess you must want your front side to be squeaky clean too, buddy. Let's take care of that then!"
Wait. No way. There was simply no way. Zozo fell mute for a second. Was this actually happening? Was her dear trainer really going to rub her belly, her breasts, and maybe her loins? River walked in front of the still frozen Zoroark, bottle of sweet-smelling gel in hand, showing no qualms about getting his hands all over her front either. Okay, she might actually need a bit of a second here.
They both knelt down into a comfortable position as River got his hands wet with the body wash. But before he applied it on her already smooth skin, he stared at her unclothed torso with wide eyes for a few long seconds. Was that… curiosity she could see on his eyes? Perhaps even, dare she think it, interest?
"Damn, girl. I had never taken this close of a look at you so I had never noticed, but they are truly impressive. They got really noticeable after you evolved, uh? I really had never seen ones as awe-inspiring and firm as yours. They are breathtaking."
Zozo's face had gone full red, so it was a good thing River was staring just a little lower down. She had not expected him to be so forward, but hey, what can you do? Of course her perky, fat love jugs would get him acting up. She pressed her arms against her sides to puff out her chest as she held back a giggle. If the human wanted to get his foam-coated hands all over her soft melons, then a loyal pokémon like her could only comply.
"Seriously, Zozo! You must have been training really hard, because as I was saying I had never seen abs like yours! They look amazing! You look so strong, girl!"
Zozo kind of felt like laughing, but she also kind of felt like crying so in the end they canceled each other out. She looked down to her belly as her trainer began to moisten her flat stomach. To be fair, her overworked muscles did appreciate the massage. Her furry abs were tight and toned, not overly muscular, but rather containing a moderate amount of natural muscle that looked tastefully defined and cut. It really contrasted with how soft and fleshy the rest of her body was, specially those two milk reservoirs located right above.
River was crouching, leaning in as he applied the lathery wash on her tummy. Zozo pouted as she looked down to him. Her tits were right in front of his face and he wasn't even looking at them. His face was so close she could just grab his cheeks and shove him into her inviting cleavage. She had half a mind to. It would be one thing if he were at least staring at her abs lustily, wanting to do unspeakable things to them. If her trainer just happened to have odd tastes, that's something she could work with. But no, he just seemed genuinely impressed by her strength with no ulterior motive. Were battles the only thing occupying the human's thoughts?
Soon he was done with her abdomen, but she felt like that was hardly enough. Now he would surely start groping her boobs, right? Oh god, she wanted that so bad. She wanted those fingers to sink into her needy cushions so bad. River finally raised his head, a smile on his face, but his smile twitched when he noticed the two bountiful puppies right in front of him, close enough to lick them. Had he really not noticed how close he was to her? A little too hurriedly he reclined back, almost falling on his back. "I'm guessing you'd rather clean your chest area yourself later, Zozo."
Zozo let out a low growl. Oh, c'mon. It was so close! But it's not like she could just ask him to begin grappling with her fluffy bags. He would definitely think she was a pervert. Thanks to her arms it was easy for her to clean anything on her upper torso, so she had no excuse. Stupid arms! Couldn't she had been one of those pokémon that remained on four legs after evolution? Although she was thankful for her bust, so maybe it wasn't too bad.
While the human still crouched, Zozo began to lazily stand up. River gaped at her long legs for a moment too long before commenting. "You are absolutely drenched down there, girl."
Almost on instinct, Zozo closed her legs as she stood and covered her crotch with her paws. She was absolutely drenched, but she didn't think he would notice. "D-Drenched?"
"Yes! Your legs are absolutely drenched in sweat, buddy! Maybe it's because of the training you did before?"
She needed a moment to collect her thoughts. "Sure. The training. Let's go with that."
"You don't look too cheerful, buddy. Does it feel unpleasant? I always want to take a quick shower whenever I'm all sweaty," River said. Yeah, fair. She should probably excuse herself to wash her upper torso and legs. "Do you think you will need help with that? It could be hard to wash your legs if you're not yet used to standing on two feet."
Feeling very self-conscious all of a sudden, Zozo crouched a little as she averted his gaze. "You are a darling, but I…" Wait. She wasn't about to reject him again. Not committing that mistake this time. "…I would appreciate it, for sure. I could use some support as I might need to stand on one leg to wash the other, so I might fall." In fact, that happened to her all the time. She always had to sit down to clean her legs, which was annoying and far less enjoyable.
"Gotcha covered, buddy!"
Zozo spread her legs apart just a little, not enough for her moist pussy to come into view. She wanted to seduce her trainer, but feared she would scare him off if she came on too strong. She received the gel bottle from the human, and as she wondered what to do exactly she felt the human grasp her right calf, making her yelp. She almost dropped the bottle. Zozo was standing on trembling limbs, with the human crouching before her and hugging one of her legs to keep her supported.
"Try washing your other leg," River instructed. Oh. Zozo would normally have trouble keeping her balance if standing on one leg, which made it tricky for her to wash them. But River was helping her stand upright without falling, so maybe she could try. It was easier to maintain her equilibrium as a four-legged Zorua, but she would need to adapt and learn eventually.
Zozo lifted her left leg while the male helped her sustain her upright position without falling over. It worked fine at first, and Zozo found it relaxing to just scrub her thighs clean. But once she tried to reach below her knee her body swayed and would have threatened to tumble over if it weren't because of River's quick reaction. The human, still wrapping one arm around her meaty calf, send his other hand up to her lithe waist for better support. Now Zozo was sweating even harder.
She washed the rest of her leg a little too hurriedly, finding it difficult to concentrate with her trainer clasping her waistline. If he spread his fingers just a little farther he would be groping her perky butt, and she was kind of bitter he wasn't doing exactly that.
"I-I'm done," she said a little too hastily, after barely rubbing her shin for a few seconds. "Can I do the other leg now?" She wanted this to be over now that she could still resist the temptation to grab his shoulders and push him straight against her conveniently reachable cunt to force him to clean her in a different way. The thought alone made her gasp audibly. Control yourself, girl.
"What do you mean you're done, buddy?" River stood up for a moment to steal the gel bottle from her hands. "You have to be more thorough when washing your legs, Zozo, specially with all the fur you have! Here, let me show you."
The Zoroark didn't have time to complain when the trainer was already applying gel directly on her shin and spreading it all over, starting with her ankle and then going up all the way to her knee as he caressed her slender and shapely leg. After a short pause of relief, she felt him rubbing in some more lotion along her squishy thigh next. He began to stroke her thigh up and down with his wet fingers, each time reaching a little higher and higher but never quite extending to her groin. She was going to pass out if this went on for long.
C'mon… Just a little bit higher, please… He was getting so damn close to accidentally rubbing her excited pussy that Zozo felt really tempted to crouch down just enough to force his fingers inside. She was dripping wet to the point where even her thighs were damp, but even though the fingers of her trainer were getting soaked in her love juices, he didn't notice due to the frothy body wash he was applying. He probably thought it was just the lotion. Realizing that her trainer's fingers were getting wet with her vaginal fluids and he wasn't even aware of it made her mad with lust. She made a mental note to jerk off thinking of this later.
And after a few more seconds that passed like minutes, the torture was finally over. Her panting was excessive and her face was redder than her mane, but at least her body was as clean as it could be. Right after the 'bath' her skin felt so smooth, and silky and soft… She had never felt this fresh ever since evolving. She didn't know it was possible to feel like this! Then she looked down at her body and — wow! Her long mane was so luscious and glossy! And her fur looker a lot nicer and slicker than usual! She had no idea she could look so beautiful and charming! She liked this. Oh boy she liked this.
"So pretty…" she said in a whisper.
"Uh? Yeah, your fur is practically gleaming, buddy! I always feel great after a shower too. You just need to get used to your new body so that you can wash yourself properly."
The comparison was almost laughable. The past few weeks she had been taking care of washing herself on her own, and the results were… less than ideal. She didn't look outwardly dirty or anything, but her fur and skin had never looked this sublime. She took in a deep breath. Aaaah, her whole body smelled of strawberries! She loved that scent!
"It's just hard to make myself presentable on my own," she complained out loud. She loved feeling pretty like this, but she would inevitably get dirty as she fought battles in the future.
River placed a hand on her shoulder, noticing that her fur felt fluffier than ever. "It's just a matter of practice, buddy! That's okay. I've got more experience, so I'll help groom you with a brush and a comb and help wash your body until you learn to do it yourself!"
Zozo stared at him with wide beryl eyes, speechless. Wait, they were doing this again in the future? On one hand, she didn't want to deal with the nightmare that was enduring her trainer fondling and stroking everywhere and then stopping without going the extra distance. On the other hand, it meant her trainer fondling and stroking her everywhere, with the possibility of him going the extra distance. She was conflicted, but thirst won out. Even if the plan wasn't a success today, there would be other times. Perhaps she would just need to be patient and at some point her human would realize just how much of a dish she was.
But given how intense the bath had been, that night she had to furiously masturbate herself to sleep.