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First part of a seven-part series! Rene's been sold at a charity auction into the service of seven of his fellow PCAers for a week. For his first day, Rene is left to the tender mercies of Carlito's Neve, with a special guest appearance of vjohnson's Tabitha!
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Rent-a-Fox: Day One
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DAY ONE: MONDAY
René was gently snoring in Sam's PCA dorm room when suddenly someone pinched his nose closed. “AAAK!” René woke up in a hurry, flailing his arms for want of air. Suddenly, he found his nose free and was able to breath again, which he did in deep gaping breathes as he sat up.
“Rise and shine chica.” Though the voice was a dead giveaway, René still fumbled for his glasses just to be sure. He put them on and squinted until the dark blur in front of him materialized into the short, dark, if hot, form of the sneasel Neve Oscadreja.
René cast a glance at the alarm clock on the dresser and moaned. He was not a morning mon. Neve cast him a withering look, her hands balled onto her hips. “Spare me th' complainin' chica. I let you sleep a whole extra HOUR...you're just lucky I not make you carry my towel to th' showers...AN' put me clothes on for me.”
That caused the inevitable flush Neve knew it would provoke. She jerked her thumb over her shoulder. “You got twenty minutes to get your pants on and walk me out the door. Your carrying my books.”
The vulpix sighed and reluctantly nodded. “Okay Neve.” He paused for a moment. “Um, aren't you gonna leave so I can get dressed?”
“Eh....NO. Now move it,” Neve quirked her brow. “Unless you want I should drag your fuzzy butt out as is?”
René let out a low moan. “You're gonna be like this all day, aren't you?”
“You surprised?”
“...I shouldn't be.” The fox mumbled as he stretched out to grab a pair of pants as he clutched his blanket to him. After a few awkward minutes, punctuated by the odd whistle from Neve, René was dressed and ready to go.
Neve dropped her books into his lap. “Here.” She said as René grunted under the weight. “Now let's get to school.” She paused. “Well? Aren't you gonna get the door for me? Wouldn't be righ' for a senorita like me to open her own doors, would it?” She batted her eyes. Groaning, René waddled over and, while still holding her books, opened the door for her.
“...Your door...madam...” René winced. Neve didn't curtsies but she gave the impression of doing one.
“Gracias senor.” She winked as she walked passed René. The sneasel waited as René fumbled with the door to close it. “Now, will you get th' elevator for me?” She smiled. Rolling his eyes, René pushed the button to call the elevator. He let Neve on first. But when he moved to get on he found himself blocked by an upraised hand. “Hold on chica, a woman need her space, comprende? You take the stairs. I'll be nice an' push the 'down button' myself this one time.” Neve grinned sweetly as the doors closed between them.
René, barely able to see past the pile of books he carried, had to sloooowly make his way down the flights of stairs until he got to the bottom, out of breath and panting. Neve had already been there for a while.
“'Bout time chica.” She said archly. “What kept you.” It took all her efforts not to burst out laughing at his martyred groan. “Yeah yea, git the door estupida.” René pushed the front door open with his back. Neve sauntered out, slowly. “Oh an' René? One more thing.”
“...Yes?” René said, his teeth clenched shut as he tried to keep the heavy door open and not drop Neve's books.
She knew that perfectly well but couldn't help torturing the fox a bit. “From now on, when I give you instructions you're to say, 'Yes Mistress Neve.' Comprende? Say it.”
“...Yes Mistress Neve...” René ground out.
Neve nodded approvingly. “Muy bien chica. Now les get to school, ahright?” With a relieved sigh, René stepped away from the door. He followed his 'owner' into the parking lot and naturally had to unlock and open Neve's door for her, even having to put the keys in the ignition. But when he moved to open a door so he could climb in, he found the doors locked.
“Huh? NEVE!” René protested. The sneasel didn't respond. She just lightly drummed her fingers on the wheel. The vulpix sighed. “Mistress Neve...”
“--Yes?” She smiled sweetly as if she just noticed he was there.
“Can I pleeeease get in?” He whined. The sneasel shook her head.
“Sorry chica, but I need you in shape.” She smiled. “You gonna be doin' plenty o' lifting and carry for me and you gotta be fit! I'll see you in school by my locker...you better not make me late for homeroom! See ya!”
René stood, jaw agape as the car's wheels started to turn. “NEVE!” He shouted as the car drove off. He looked down at all the books he had to carry all the way to school. He moaned. “Aw man...”
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It was an exhausted René who dragged his tails into the Poke-Combat Academy for Higher Learning some twenty minutes later. Panting and heaving, he walked over to Neve's locker where she was waiting for him, idly doing her nails. “Ah, hola foxy. What kept chu?” She delighted in the deep groan of pain that question evoked. “Well, aren't ya gonna open my locker? Surely you don't expect me to do it myself?”
Groaning was René's inevitable response. “Of course not...Mistress Neve.” He added as he put her books down for a moment—delighting in the chance to stretch his poor back—and opened Neve's locker for her. He put away the books she didn't need right away and picked up the ones that she did.
Neve nodded her approval. “Nice work. Now, walk me t' class?” René made a leg at her.
“It'd be my pleasure.” He bowed, relieved to be rid of most of her books. “So, I leave my classes a few minutes early so I can walk you from class to class?”
The sneasel nodded. “You got it chica. And if I got any doors I need opening, you open 'em. You stand on the lunch line for me, stand in on my matches for me, the works. And...thanks fer being such a good sport René.”
Fluffing his tails importantly, René grinned. “Aww, no problem Neve! Um, 'Mistress Neve.'” He corrected himself. “If nothing else, it's a nice way to spend some time with you.”
“Yeah that's really sweet...now pick up my books an' get your ass to my class.”
“Yes'm.”
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For the rest of the school day, René walked Neve from class to class. Carrying her books, opening doors for her, getting her lunch...the works. He even had to take her place during a practice battle with another team. And just his luck, René found that Dominic would assign Neve to take on the really big bruisers. Neve could handle them...René—not so much.
When the school bell finally rang at the end of the day, René breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that maybe things would get a little easier for him. As usual, he thought wrong. “Come on.” Neve waved as René walked her to the car. “Climb in.”
“Really?” René's face lit up. “You're not going to make me walk??”
Neve shook her head. “Naaah. 'sides chica, school's over! Time fer some fun, we're goin' shoppin'!”
Shaking his head in resignation, René got into the driver's side seat. “So....more carrying and lifting for me?”
“Among other things.” Neve acknowledged as she pulled out of the school parking lot. “Just don't be stickin' your head outta my car and droolin' ya mangy mutt.”
René didn't dignify that remark with a comment.
When they arrived at the mall, the fox found himself bundled into the largest clothing store Neve could find. “Vaminos René!” She laughed as she dragged him in by the hand. “We got lotsa shoppin' to do!”
An exquisite groan was René's only answer. He didn't mind the shopping naturally, he actually liked buying clothes...what he didn't like was that he knew she was going to make him carry it all. As usual, René missed the larger picture.
The sneasel's ears twitched as she went through the racks of clothing. “Hm, this looks nice—and this—and oh! This looks skanky! And this and this...you getting all this René?”
Half-buried by all the clothing Neve kept piling on top of him, René merely grunted. Neve nodded. “Bueno! Now let's hit the changing rooms chica...we still got a lot to do!”
But when they stepped in back to the changing rooms, they bumped into someone else just as she was heading in: Tabitha Warren the weavile.
For René—once he got his head out from under a backless dress Neve dumped on him—it was a little strange seeing the two of them together; the evolved and unevolved form standing side by side.
“Hey Tabitha!”
“Neve! What're you doing here with--” Tabitha blinked. “Um who is this?”
The sneasel grinned. “Ah, you mean you have no' met the l'il chica yet? Heh. Tabitha, this is René Vulpes...you know—” she nudged her. “The one guy allowed in the girl's locker room?” That certainly jogged Tabitha's memory.
“Right! The one with the cute butt and is trying to be a woman! It's SO adorable!” She exclaimed. Neve snickered as René blushed and tried his hardest to sink into the floor. “How ya doing Tails?” Tabitha asked as she slapped him on the back, nearly introducing his face to the floor.
“Um, fine.” René whuffed. Neve rolled her eyes.
“Fuzzybuns is with me for the day...I bought him at th' Charity Auction so he's my slave for the day...right?”
René sighed. “...Yes Mistress Neve.” Tabitha had to cover her mouth as she laughed.
“Mistress? Oh man, that is too much!” She shook her head. “So, you're taking the little lady shopping?”
Neve winked at her. “You'll see. You can put those down on the table there.” She told a clearly relieved René. “Now,” she grinned as she picked up an outfit. “Go try this one on.”
“What?” René yelped as Tabitha started laughing. “Neve—”
“Don't you be Neve-in' me!” Neve snapped her claws beneath his nose. “I want to see how it'll look on a model and chica, you're the only model around that could pull off the look.”
“--Really?” He asked, absurdly pleased by the remark which Tabitha found amusing to no end.
The weavile tapped Neve on the shoulder. “Say, I know Tails is yours for the day but do you think I could have him try on some of the stuff I took out?” She nodded.
“Sure!” Neve made a shooing motion with her hands. “Well, come on chica! You better start hurryin' or else I'll come in the booth with you and undress you myself!”
Naturally, a red-faced René beat a hasty retreat into the changing booth with Neve's outfit in hand as Tabitha burst into gales of laughter.
A minute later, René emerged wearing a cute sleeveless little black dress. “Well?” He asked. Neve made a circling motion with her finger.
“Turn 'round...” Rolling his eyes, René obliged. “Hmm...looks good for formal wear...”
Tabitha nodded. “Agreed.” She fished through her items. “Here,” she tossed something at him. “Put this on.”
René thought about protesting but knew it wouldn't do any good. He sighed and retreated back into the changing booth. The black dress appeared a moment later slung over the top. When he stepped back out, this time he was in a halter-top and a VERY short skirt he was trying to tug down. “It makes my butt look big.” He complained.
Neve shrugged. “At leas' itsa nice butt.” She commented. “As much as I like pink, I DON'T think that's the right color panties for that skirt.” René squirmed as he tugged at the bottom of his skirt.
“I like, I like!” Tabitha grinned. “I'm getting it!”
And on it went. René spent the next twenty minutes trying on outfit after outfit...Miniskirts, tank tops, sun dresses, tight leather pants—the girls REALLY liked those for some reason.
Finally, Neve saw the poor fox's exhaustion as he wrestled himself out of a pair of short-shorts and back into his regular clothing as he fairly collapsed on the ground. She took pity on him and patted his head. “Awww...thanks for all the help chica. You jest rest up for a bit while we try on some stuff for ourselves, 'kay?”
Tabitha nodded. “Still could use an opinion...”
“As a guy or girl?” René asked. She shrugged.
“Either. Both. Whichever.” Tabitha waved as she and Neve disappeared into the booths and came out in new mini-skirts and tube tops. “So what do you think?”
“Hmmm...the look is nice, but the colors clash. And the tassels on yours Neve are just tacky.” Tabitha and Neve looked at each other, shrugged, and duck backed in to change again, trusting in René's judgment. And on it went, until the two of them emerged in this year's hottest swim gear.
“So chica....” Neve asked as she rested her hands behind her head and stretched.
“...what do you think?” Tabitha winked as she waggled her hips.
René sat their nonplussed. “Eh, they seem a bit tacky.” He shrugged. “I've seen better...plus they make your hips look big.”
Neve and Tabitha felt their jaws drop. Their was a deafening silence that last about two heartbeats before René failed to repress a snicker that grew in size and strength until he was rolling around on the floor in laughter. “Oh I got you! I got you two good! I had you believing every word—haha!”
“--Chica.” Neve clenched and unclenched her hands as she growled menacingly.
“What?” René asked. “You've been riding me all day, you can't begrudge me that ONE joke—right?”
Neve sighed. “Fine...okay, you points for cojones...just don't be tryin' that again or else your tails will me new shawl, comprende?”
René nodded. “Noted.”
“So what do you REALLY think?” Tabitha pressed. René didn't say anything right away. He got up, walked slowly around them and then stopped. He nodded to himself.
“...Hmm. You know—”
“What?” The girls asked, looking a bit annoyed.
“--I think Johnathan is a VERY lucky mon.” René smiled. “And if he don't know how lucky he is I'll personally burn them myself.” To Tabitha he added. “And Dominic should show his appreciation too...”
“Awww...that's so sweet!” Tabitha said. Neve snorted.
“Yeah, he's my regular knight in shining panties.*” She drawled. René flushed as Tabitha clutched her sides and started laughing so hard her top was in danger of flying off.
René shook his head. Only him.
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“Ah! Here we are René!” Neve said grandly as she walked back into her dorm room a little while later after they dropped Tabitha off at home—René naturally had opened the door for her. “Mi casa es su casa!”
René grunted as he bore up under the weight of the two dozen or so boxes of clothes Neve had bought at the mall. “Um, gracias....can I put these down now?”
Neve waved. “Si.”
With a sigh of relief he put them down by the door. “So,” he asked. “What now?” Neve looked around her room, it was a bit cluttered and organized.
“Eh, I dunno. I think this place could use a 'woman's touch,' if you know what I mean René.”
“...So, more work for me?” He sighed.
“Yup.” Neve said cheerfully. “Complain and I'll put you in a maid's uniform to work in.”
“Where would you even GET a maid's uniform?” René couldn't help but ask.
“...You really wanna know? Well Skylar—” Hastily, René waved her off.
“Nevermind, say no more—I don't WANNA know. Now...where's a vacuum cleaner and some cleanex?”
René got to work with unexpected vigor as Neve did her homework. By the time she finished she was surprised to find that the room was remarkably neater and more organized than it was when he started.
“Wow chica...you work fast.” Neve nodded at him.
Feeling a touch proud of himself René cracked his hands. “Yep yep yep...I'm good, I know. So....what do you want me to do now?”
A smile curled the corner of Neve's lip. “Well, since you ASKED...”
It was around seven or so that evening when Neve's room mate Skylar returned. “Hey Neve! I just got back from my—WHOA!” The skarmory exclaimed, her eyes widening as her brain tried to comprehend the sight before her: On the couch was Neve, laying sprawled on her side as she watched her Spanish soaps. Fanning her with a large leaf fan in one hand as he plucked a grape from a bowl on the table with his other hand, was René. But most remarkable was the fact that the only thing René was wearing, besides his glasses, was a white loincloth.
Skylar blinked. “Um—”
“Shut up.” René said red in the face. “Just...shut up.”
“Hey!” Neve poked him in the side. “Don't you be gettin' all pissy at Skylar. Now get your skinny shanks over here and feed me some more grapes!”
René sighed. “Yes Mistress Neve.” He droned by rote. Skylar covered her mouth with her hands to try—vainly—to smother the giggling.
“Aww...why do you get the cute naked fox slave? I want one too!” Skylar mock-pouted. Neve stuck out her tongue at her.
“Sorry tinfoil tush, buyers keepers an' all that.” She laughed as she settled into the couch cushions. Looking back to her telenovela Neve sighed. “Mariah, can't you see that Pedro loves YOU? Not your good twin-sister Rosemary?”
René shot her an annoyed look. “Can't you see that I'm getting tired of fanning you? And can I puh-leeease put some pants on now that Skylar's here?”
“Eh...I don' think so.” Neve shrugged and tugged his tail expectantly. “Grape me.” She opened her mouth. Dead-pan René plucked a grape off the vine and gently put it in her mouth. She swallowed. “Muy bien fuzzy-butt.”
“Gee, thanks I—Skylar, what are you doing?”
Skylar was brushing her hands through René's tails, gently moving them aside. “I just want to see if your loincloth has a back to it and—oh look, it doesn't!” She pinched.
René's face did a remarkable impression of a voltorb—it went red and looked like it might explode. “SKYLAR!” He grabbed his tails and quickly used them to cover his bare rump again.
From the couch, Neve was clutching herself as she howled with laughter, pummeling the arms of the couch in hysterics. René glared at her so fiercely it was a wonder the couch didn't catch fire. “Why didn't you make the stupid loincloth without a back?!” He demanded hotly.
“Well—” Neve choked out between wheezes of laugher. “I—no expect Skylar to—” She couldn't even finish, she just broke down into laughter mixed with odd amounts of Spanish.
“Latinas are EVIL.” René sighed as he banged his head against a wall.
Skylar leaned against the wall and patted his bare back. “Yeah...isn't it great?”
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After a long and rather humiliating day for René Vulpes—a normal day really—all he wanted to do was collapse back into bed and sleep. However, even that was denied him.
“Sorry chica.” Neve shrugged, not looking very sorry at all. “But th' deal was that your butt is MINE for a day. That's twenty-four hours. So you'll be spendin' th' night here.”
“Yay!” Skylar whooped. René looked pleadingly at Neve.
“Please tell me that you two wear pajamas...” He whined. “And that I'M allowed to!”
With a bemused smirk, the sneasel nodded. “Yeah, okay. We'll cover up. And I've seen enough a you t' last me a while—”
“Well YOU were the one who made that cheap loincloth anyway.” Skylar pointed out. “I mean it could've snagged on anything—”
“But it DIDN'T snag on anything.” René commented. “It got 'snagged' on YOUR wing!”
“It was an accident, I swear.” Skylar grinned, daring anyone to call her on it. There were no takers. “But do I *have* to put something on? I don't like wearing clothes to bed!”
René blinked. “What bed? All I see is Neve's bed and a kiddie pool filled with rubber cables and tubing...looks more like a nest.”
“That IS my bed.” Skylar regarded him. “I'm a bird remember?”
“Yeah, a jaybird.” He retorted. Skylar just smiled and started unbuttoning her shirt. René threw up his hands.
“Whoa whoa whoa! Skylar, knock it off! Keep your shirt on! Literally!”
Skylar pouted. “Way to hurt a gal's feelings fox-boi...first time I've ever heard those words before.”
Neve rolled her eyes. “Skylar if you can't keep your pants on for one nigh' then you can go down th' hall and stay with Sam. She let René stay over last night.”
“Hmmm...okay!” Skylar chirped as she got up. “We can swap stories about René's cute butt!” She pinched René's cheek. “So you later foxy!” She waved and blew a kiss as she darted out the door. Shaking her head, Neve shut the door and went digging through her closet for something.
“Here.” She tossed René a rolled up sleeping bag. “You can sleep in this tonight.”
René nodded. “Thanks.”
“Good. Now put it on your head.”
“...Excuse me?” René blinked. Neve looked exasperated.
“I'm going to undress an' get ready for bed. I want you to put that sleeping bag over your head until I'm finished.” She explained slowly. “Okay?”
René blushed. “Oh. And then you'll put it on your head while I undress?”
“Pfeh, in your dreams maybe.” Neve said as she shoved the sleeping bag on his head. “Now don't move. I'll let you know when you can take it off.”
In a muffled voice René said, “Okay.”
A few minutes later he heard Neve call, “You can take it off chica...all of it!” René pulled the sleeping bag off his head. He looked and saw Neve sitting in bed. René shook his head. “Come on René, I've already seen you naked...seein' your undies ain't a big deal no more.”
Unable to argue with that logic René sighed and took of his shirt and pants...trying to ignore the whoops and hollers from Neve. Clad now in just an undershirt and his panties, René placed his glasses up on a table and climbed into the sleeping bag. “'Night Neve.”
“That's still MISTRESS Neve to you...at least until morning anyway.” Neve chuckled. “Buenos noches René.”
“Same to you...Mistress Neve.” There was an amused snort and then a click as Neve turned off the lights. René, exhausted, started snoring away almost immediately. Neve snickered as she turned over.
Try as she might, she liked the little fuzzball. Don't get her wrong, she felt he needed to get over some hangups and just have fun once in a while though. She had already decided that when he turns eighteen she was gonna drag to a strip club, give him about $300 in singles, and not allow him leave until they're all gone. In fact she already made some early reservations, her cousin Marco knows some guys...
Still it was all but impossible for her to NOT like the blushing ball of fuzz. He reminded her of one of her cousins. Or brothers. She sometimes had trouble keeping track of them all...well, except for one. Neve winced as she felt a way too familiar pang of pain in her chest. Alejandro; her late brother. She sniffled. They had been very close and she missed him...terribly.
Neve felt a shudder run through her as she felt something started to squeeze her heart like a vice. It just hurt SO badly...she shut her eyes, feeling the tears started to well up. She hiccuped and before she was even conscious of it, started crying into her pillow.
She didn't know how much time had passed, Neve wasn't even sure if she had fallen asleep or not. Still, the next thing she was aware of was of someone sitting down next to her on the bed. “Neve?”
“Hm? Oh, René it's you.” She turned over and waited for her eyes to adapt to the dark. She sniffed and surreptitiously wiped her eyes as she sat up a little, hugging her knees close to her chest.
“Wanna talk about it?” René asked, bypassing the 'What's wrong?' 'Nothing is wrong' section neatly.
Neve sighed. “René I really don't—”
“Neve.” He said softly. “You need to. Please...talk to me?” She was going to tell him to get his butt back in bed when he put his hand on her shoulder. That simple gesture broke whatever reserve Neve had.
Barely even aware of herself Neve turned and buried her face in his shoulder. Sobbingly, she choked out the story about Alejandro: How he died in a turf war back home, having gotten himself involved in a local gang. It was his death that convinced her uncle to pull Neve out of that environment and bring her to the PCA. By the time she finished Neve found herself enveloped in the embrace of René's tails, cocooned in warmth.
“I'm sorry.” He said quietly. “Here,” He offered her something. “Blow.” Neve grabbed one of his tails and blew her nose into it. René flinched. “Well, I meant the tissue I had but that works too—”
His startled, awkward tone was just what she needed to hear. Neve chuckled. “Sorry chica.”
“It's okay...” René shrugged as he gave her a hug, rubbing her back. “And I'm so sorry for your loss Neve. I really can't compare what you lost with mine, but if you ever want to talk...well, you'll know where to find me.”
“In th' girl's locker room?” Neve hiccuped with a grin.
René smiled ruefully. “Where else? Here.” He offered her a different tail. Having his permission, Neve used its soft, fluffy fur to wipe her eyes. “You want to get back to sleep?”
“Yeah.” Neve sighed. “Still got school manana.”
The vulpix sighed. “And I've got a new taskmaster to look forward to.” Neve laughed.
“Yer aright fuzzbutt.” She snorted as she laid her back on her pillow. “Let's go back to sleep.”
“Okay. But here.” René offered her his tails. “I find that they're really good to snuggle with when you've had a bad night. I'll just move my sleeping back down to the end of your bed. Deal?”
“Deal.” Neve sniffed. René rubbed her head gently. Playfully, she battered his hands away. “A' right, a' right furry cheeks I not your pet.”
“Okay then. Night.” He nodded to her.
“Night...and René? Thanks.” She pecked his cheek. “Now go to bed before I tell Johnathan that you made a pass at me and he rearranges your fuzzy fanny.”
“Yes Mistress Neve.”
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Rent-a-Fox: Day One
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DAY ONE: MONDAY
René was gently snoring in Sam's PCA dorm room when suddenly someone pinched his nose closed. “AAAK!” René woke up in a hurry, flailing his arms for want of air. Suddenly, he found his nose free and was able to breath again, which he did in deep gaping breathes as he sat up.
“Rise and shine chica.” Though the voice was a dead giveaway, René still fumbled for his glasses just to be sure. He put them on and squinted until the dark blur in front of him materialized into the short, dark, if hot, form of the sneasel Neve Oscadreja.
René cast a glance at the alarm clock on the dresser and moaned. He was not a morning mon. Neve cast him a withering look, her hands balled onto her hips. “Spare me th' complainin' chica. I let you sleep a whole extra HOUR...you're just lucky I not make you carry my towel to th' showers...AN' put me clothes on for me.”
That caused the inevitable flush Neve knew it would provoke. She jerked her thumb over her shoulder. “You got twenty minutes to get your pants on and walk me out the door. Your carrying my books.”
The vulpix sighed and reluctantly nodded. “Okay Neve.” He paused for a moment. “Um, aren't you gonna leave so I can get dressed?”
“Eh....NO. Now move it,” Neve quirked her brow. “Unless you want I should drag your fuzzy butt out as is?”
René let out a low moan. “You're gonna be like this all day, aren't you?”
“You surprised?”
“...I shouldn't be.” The fox mumbled as he stretched out to grab a pair of pants as he clutched his blanket to him. After a few awkward minutes, punctuated by the odd whistle from Neve, René was dressed and ready to go.
Neve dropped her books into his lap. “Here.” She said as René grunted under the weight. “Now let's get to school.” She paused. “Well? Aren't you gonna get the door for me? Wouldn't be righ' for a senorita like me to open her own doors, would it?” She batted her eyes. Groaning, René waddled over and, while still holding her books, opened the door for her.
“...Your door...madam...” René winced. Neve didn't curtsies but she gave the impression of doing one.
“Gracias senor.” She winked as she walked passed René. The sneasel waited as René fumbled with the door to close it. “Now, will you get th' elevator for me?” She smiled. Rolling his eyes, René pushed the button to call the elevator. He let Neve on first. But when he moved to get on he found himself blocked by an upraised hand. “Hold on chica, a woman need her space, comprende? You take the stairs. I'll be nice an' push the 'down button' myself this one time.” Neve grinned sweetly as the doors closed between them.
René, barely able to see past the pile of books he carried, had to sloooowly make his way down the flights of stairs until he got to the bottom, out of breath and panting. Neve had already been there for a while.
“'Bout time chica.” She said archly. “What kept you.” It took all her efforts not to burst out laughing at his martyred groan. “Yeah yea, git the door estupida.” René pushed the front door open with his back. Neve sauntered out, slowly. “Oh an' René? One more thing.”
“...Yes?” René said, his teeth clenched shut as he tried to keep the heavy door open and not drop Neve's books.
She knew that perfectly well but couldn't help torturing the fox a bit. “From now on, when I give you instructions you're to say, 'Yes Mistress Neve.' Comprende? Say it.”
“...Yes Mistress Neve...” René ground out.
Neve nodded approvingly. “Muy bien chica. Now les get to school, ahright?” With a relieved sigh, René stepped away from the door. He followed his 'owner' into the parking lot and naturally had to unlock and open Neve's door for her, even having to put the keys in the ignition. But when he moved to open a door so he could climb in, he found the doors locked.
“Huh? NEVE!” René protested. The sneasel didn't respond. She just lightly drummed her fingers on the wheel. The vulpix sighed. “Mistress Neve...”
“--Yes?” She smiled sweetly as if she just noticed he was there.
“Can I pleeeease get in?” He whined. The sneasel shook her head.
“Sorry chica, but I need you in shape.” She smiled. “You gonna be doin' plenty o' lifting and carry for me and you gotta be fit! I'll see you in school by my locker...you better not make me late for homeroom! See ya!”
René stood, jaw agape as the car's wheels started to turn. “NEVE!” He shouted as the car drove off. He looked down at all the books he had to carry all the way to school. He moaned. “Aw man...”
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It was an exhausted René who dragged his tails into the Poke-Combat Academy for Higher Learning some twenty minutes later. Panting and heaving, he walked over to Neve's locker where she was waiting for him, idly doing her nails. “Ah, hola foxy. What kept chu?” She delighted in the deep groan of pain that question evoked. “Well, aren't ya gonna open my locker? Surely you don't expect me to do it myself?”
Groaning was René's inevitable response. “Of course not...Mistress Neve.” He added as he put her books down for a moment—delighting in the chance to stretch his poor back—and opened Neve's locker for her. He put away the books she didn't need right away and picked up the ones that she did.
Neve nodded her approval. “Nice work. Now, walk me t' class?” René made a leg at her.
“It'd be my pleasure.” He bowed, relieved to be rid of most of her books. “So, I leave my classes a few minutes early so I can walk you from class to class?”
The sneasel nodded. “You got it chica. And if I got any doors I need opening, you open 'em. You stand on the lunch line for me, stand in on my matches for me, the works. And...thanks fer being such a good sport René.”
Fluffing his tails importantly, René grinned. “Aww, no problem Neve! Um, 'Mistress Neve.'” He corrected himself. “If nothing else, it's a nice way to spend some time with you.”
“Yeah that's really sweet...now pick up my books an' get your ass to my class.”
“Yes'm.”
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For the rest of the school day, René walked Neve from class to class. Carrying her books, opening doors for her, getting her lunch...the works. He even had to take her place during a practice battle with another team. And just his luck, René found that Dominic would assign Neve to take on the really big bruisers. Neve could handle them...René—not so much.
When the school bell finally rang at the end of the day, René breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that maybe things would get a little easier for him. As usual, he thought wrong. “Come on.” Neve waved as René walked her to the car. “Climb in.”
“Really?” René's face lit up. “You're not going to make me walk??”
Neve shook her head. “Naaah. 'sides chica, school's over! Time fer some fun, we're goin' shoppin'!”
Shaking his head in resignation, René got into the driver's side seat. “So....more carrying and lifting for me?”
“Among other things.” Neve acknowledged as she pulled out of the school parking lot. “Just don't be stickin' your head outta my car and droolin' ya mangy mutt.”
René didn't dignify that remark with a comment.
When they arrived at the mall, the fox found himself bundled into the largest clothing store Neve could find. “Vaminos René!” She laughed as she dragged him in by the hand. “We got lotsa shoppin' to do!”
An exquisite groan was René's only answer. He didn't mind the shopping naturally, he actually liked buying clothes...what he didn't like was that he knew she was going to make him carry it all. As usual, René missed the larger picture.
The sneasel's ears twitched as she went through the racks of clothing. “Hm, this looks nice—and this—and oh! This looks skanky! And this and this...you getting all this René?”
Half-buried by all the clothing Neve kept piling on top of him, René merely grunted. Neve nodded. “Bueno! Now let's hit the changing rooms chica...we still got a lot to do!”
But when they stepped in back to the changing rooms, they bumped into someone else just as she was heading in: Tabitha Warren the weavile.
For René—once he got his head out from under a backless dress Neve dumped on him—it was a little strange seeing the two of them together; the evolved and unevolved form standing side by side.
“Hey Tabitha!”
“Neve! What're you doing here with--” Tabitha blinked. “Um who is this?”
The sneasel grinned. “Ah, you mean you have no' met the l'il chica yet? Heh. Tabitha, this is René Vulpes...you know—” she nudged her. “The one guy allowed in the girl's locker room?” That certainly jogged Tabitha's memory.
“Right! The one with the cute butt and is trying to be a woman! It's SO adorable!” She exclaimed. Neve snickered as René blushed and tried his hardest to sink into the floor. “How ya doing Tails?” Tabitha asked as she slapped him on the back, nearly introducing his face to the floor.
“Um, fine.” René whuffed. Neve rolled her eyes.
“Fuzzybuns is with me for the day...I bought him at th' Charity Auction so he's my slave for the day...right?”
René sighed. “...Yes Mistress Neve.” Tabitha had to cover her mouth as she laughed.
“Mistress? Oh man, that is too much!” She shook her head. “So, you're taking the little lady shopping?”
Neve winked at her. “You'll see. You can put those down on the table there.” She told a clearly relieved René. “Now,” she grinned as she picked up an outfit. “Go try this one on.”
“What?” René yelped as Tabitha started laughing. “Neve—”
“Don't you be Neve-in' me!” Neve snapped her claws beneath his nose. “I want to see how it'll look on a model and chica, you're the only model around that could pull off the look.”
“--Really?” He asked, absurdly pleased by the remark which Tabitha found amusing to no end.
The weavile tapped Neve on the shoulder. “Say, I know Tails is yours for the day but do you think I could have him try on some of the stuff I took out?” She nodded.
“Sure!” Neve made a shooing motion with her hands. “Well, come on chica! You better start hurryin' or else I'll come in the booth with you and undress you myself!”
Naturally, a red-faced René beat a hasty retreat into the changing booth with Neve's outfit in hand as Tabitha burst into gales of laughter.
A minute later, René emerged wearing a cute sleeveless little black dress. “Well?” He asked. Neve made a circling motion with her finger.
“Turn 'round...” Rolling his eyes, René obliged. “Hmm...looks good for formal wear...”
Tabitha nodded. “Agreed.” She fished through her items. “Here,” she tossed something at him. “Put this on.”
René thought about protesting but knew it wouldn't do any good. He sighed and retreated back into the changing booth. The black dress appeared a moment later slung over the top. When he stepped back out, this time he was in a halter-top and a VERY short skirt he was trying to tug down. “It makes my butt look big.” He complained.
Neve shrugged. “At leas' itsa nice butt.” She commented. “As much as I like pink, I DON'T think that's the right color panties for that skirt.” René squirmed as he tugged at the bottom of his skirt.
“I like, I like!” Tabitha grinned. “I'm getting it!”
And on it went. René spent the next twenty minutes trying on outfit after outfit...Miniskirts, tank tops, sun dresses, tight leather pants—the girls REALLY liked those for some reason.
Finally, Neve saw the poor fox's exhaustion as he wrestled himself out of a pair of short-shorts and back into his regular clothing as he fairly collapsed on the ground. She took pity on him and patted his head. “Awww...thanks for all the help chica. You jest rest up for a bit while we try on some stuff for ourselves, 'kay?”
Tabitha nodded. “Still could use an opinion...”
“As a guy or girl?” René asked. She shrugged.
“Either. Both. Whichever.” Tabitha waved as she and Neve disappeared into the booths and came out in new mini-skirts and tube tops. “So what do you think?”
“Hmmm...the look is nice, but the colors clash. And the tassels on yours Neve are just tacky.” Tabitha and Neve looked at each other, shrugged, and duck backed in to change again, trusting in René's judgment. And on it went, until the two of them emerged in this year's hottest swim gear.
“So chica....” Neve asked as she rested her hands behind her head and stretched.
“...what do you think?” Tabitha winked as she waggled her hips.
René sat their nonplussed. “Eh, they seem a bit tacky.” He shrugged. “I've seen better...plus they make your hips look big.”
Neve and Tabitha felt their jaws drop. Their was a deafening silence that last about two heartbeats before René failed to repress a snicker that grew in size and strength until he was rolling around on the floor in laughter. “Oh I got you! I got you two good! I had you believing every word—haha!”
“--Chica.” Neve clenched and unclenched her hands as she growled menacingly.
“What?” René asked. “You've been riding me all day, you can't begrudge me that ONE joke—right?”
Neve sighed. “Fine...okay, you points for cojones...just don't be tryin' that again or else your tails will me new shawl, comprende?”
René nodded. “Noted.”
“So what do you REALLY think?” Tabitha pressed. René didn't say anything right away. He got up, walked slowly around them and then stopped. He nodded to himself.
“...Hmm. You know—”
“What?” The girls asked, looking a bit annoyed.
“--I think Johnathan is a VERY lucky mon.” René smiled. “And if he don't know how lucky he is I'll personally burn them myself.” To Tabitha he added. “And Dominic should show his appreciation too...”
“Awww...that's so sweet!” Tabitha said. Neve snorted.
“Yeah, he's my regular knight in shining panties.*” She drawled. René flushed as Tabitha clutched her sides and started laughing so hard her top was in danger of flying off.
René shook his head. Only him.
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“Ah! Here we are René!” Neve said grandly as she walked back into her dorm room a little while later after they dropped Tabitha off at home—René naturally had opened the door for her. “Mi casa es su casa!”
René grunted as he bore up under the weight of the two dozen or so boxes of clothes Neve had bought at the mall. “Um, gracias....can I put these down now?”
Neve waved. “Si.”
With a sigh of relief he put them down by the door. “So,” he asked. “What now?” Neve looked around her room, it was a bit cluttered and organized.
“Eh, I dunno. I think this place could use a 'woman's touch,' if you know what I mean René.”
“...So, more work for me?” He sighed.
“Yup.” Neve said cheerfully. “Complain and I'll put you in a maid's uniform to work in.”
“Where would you even GET a maid's uniform?” René couldn't help but ask.
“...You really wanna know? Well Skylar—” Hastily, René waved her off.
“Nevermind, say no more—I don't WANNA know. Now...where's a vacuum cleaner and some cleanex?”
René got to work with unexpected vigor as Neve did her homework. By the time she finished she was surprised to find that the room was remarkably neater and more organized than it was when he started.
“Wow chica...you work fast.” Neve nodded at him.
Feeling a touch proud of himself René cracked his hands. “Yep yep yep...I'm good, I know. So....what do you want me to do now?”
A smile curled the corner of Neve's lip. “Well, since you ASKED...”
It was around seven or so that evening when Neve's room mate Skylar returned. “Hey Neve! I just got back from my—WHOA!” The skarmory exclaimed, her eyes widening as her brain tried to comprehend the sight before her: On the couch was Neve, laying sprawled on her side as she watched her Spanish soaps. Fanning her with a large leaf fan in one hand as he plucked a grape from a bowl on the table with his other hand, was René. But most remarkable was the fact that the only thing René was wearing, besides his glasses, was a white loincloth.
Skylar blinked. “Um—”
“Shut up.” René said red in the face. “Just...shut up.”
“Hey!” Neve poked him in the side. “Don't you be gettin' all pissy at Skylar. Now get your skinny shanks over here and feed me some more grapes!”
René sighed. “Yes Mistress Neve.” He droned by rote. Skylar covered her mouth with her hands to try—vainly—to smother the giggling.
“Aww...why do you get the cute naked fox slave? I want one too!” Skylar mock-pouted. Neve stuck out her tongue at her.
“Sorry tinfoil tush, buyers keepers an' all that.” She laughed as she settled into the couch cushions. Looking back to her telenovela Neve sighed. “Mariah, can't you see that Pedro loves YOU? Not your good twin-sister Rosemary?”
René shot her an annoyed look. “Can't you see that I'm getting tired of fanning you? And can I puh-leeease put some pants on now that Skylar's here?”
“Eh...I don' think so.” Neve shrugged and tugged his tail expectantly. “Grape me.” She opened her mouth. Dead-pan René plucked a grape off the vine and gently put it in her mouth. She swallowed. “Muy bien fuzzy-butt.”
“Gee, thanks I—Skylar, what are you doing?”
Skylar was brushing her hands through René's tails, gently moving them aside. “I just want to see if your loincloth has a back to it and—oh look, it doesn't!” She pinched.
René's face did a remarkable impression of a voltorb—it went red and looked like it might explode. “SKYLAR!” He grabbed his tails and quickly used them to cover his bare rump again.
From the couch, Neve was clutching herself as she howled with laughter, pummeling the arms of the couch in hysterics. René glared at her so fiercely it was a wonder the couch didn't catch fire. “Why didn't you make the stupid loincloth without a back?!” He demanded hotly.
“Well—” Neve choked out between wheezes of laugher. “I—no expect Skylar to—” She couldn't even finish, she just broke down into laughter mixed with odd amounts of Spanish.
“Latinas are EVIL.” René sighed as he banged his head against a wall.
Skylar leaned against the wall and patted his bare back. “Yeah...isn't it great?”
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After a long and rather humiliating day for René Vulpes—a normal day really—all he wanted to do was collapse back into bed and sleep. However, even that was denied him.
“Sorry chica.” Neve shrugged, not looking very sorry at all. “But th' deal was that your butt is MINE for a day. That's twenty-four hours. So you'll be spendin' th' night here.”
“Yay!” Skylar whooped. René looked pleadingly at Neve.
“Please tell me that you two wear pajamas...” He whined. “And that I'M allowed to!”
With a bemused smirk, the sneasel nodded. “Yeah, okay. We'll cover up. And I've seen enough a you t' last me a while—”
“Well YOU were the one who made that cheap loincloth anyway.” Skylar pointed out. “I mean it could've snagged on anything—”
“But it DIDN'T snag on anything.” René commented. “It got 'snagged' on YOUR wing!”
“It was an accident, I swear.” Skylar grinned, daring anyone to call her on it. There were no takers. “But do I *have* to put something on? I don't like wearing clothes to bed!”
René blinked. “What bed? All I see is Neve's bed and a kiddie pool filled with rubber cables and tubing...looks more like a nest.”
“That IS my bed.” Skylar regarded him. “I'm a bird remember?”
“Yeah, a jaybird.” He retorted. Skylar just smiled and started unbuttoning her shirt. René threw up his hands.
“Whoa whoa whoa! Skylar, knock it off! Keep your shirt on! Literally!”
Skylar pouted. “Way to hurt a gal's feelings fox-boi...first time I've ever heard those words before.”
Neve rolled her eyes. “Skylar if you can't keep your pants on for one nigh' then you can go down th' hall and stay with Sam. She let René stay over last night.”
“Hmmm...okay!” Skylar chirped as she got up. “We can swap stories about René's cute butt!” She pinched René's cheek. “So you later foxy!” She waved and blew a kiss as she darted out the door. Shaking her head, Neve shut the door and went digging through her closet for something.
“Here.” She tossed René a rolled up sleeping bag. “You can sleep in this tonight.”
René nodded. “Thanks.”
“Good. Now put it on your head.”
“...Excuse me?” René blinked. Neve looked exasperated.
“I'm going to undress an' get ready for bed. I want you to put that sleeping bag over your head until I'm finished.” She explained slowly. “Okay?”
René blushed. “Oh. And then you'll put it on your head while I undress?”
“Pfeh, in your dreams maybe.” Neve said as she shoved the sleeping bag on his head. “Now don't move. I'll let you know when you can take it off.”
In a muffled voice René said, “Okay.”
A few minutes later he heard Neve call, “You can take it off chica...all of it!” René pulled the sleeping bag off his head. He looked and saw Neve sitting in bed. René shook his head. “Come on René, I've already seen you naked...seein' your undies ain't a big deal no more.”
Unable to argue with that logic René sighed and took of his shirt and pants...trying to ignore the whoops and hollers from Neve. Clad now in just an undershirt and his panties, René placed his glasses up on a table and climbed into the sleeping bag. “'Night Neve.”
“That's still MISTRESS Neve to you...at least until morning anyway.” Neve chuckled. “Buenos noches René.”
“Same to you...Mistress Neve.” There was an amused snort and then a click as Neve turned off the lights. René, exhausted, started snoring away almost immediately. Neve snickered as she turned over.
Try as she might, she liked the little fuzzball. Don't get her wrong, she felt he needed to get over some hangups and just have fun once in a while though. She had already decided that when he turns eighteen she was gonna drag to a strip club, give him about $300 in singles, and not allow him leave until they're all gone. In fact she already made some early reservations, her cousin Marco knows some guys...
Still it was all but impossible for her to NOT like the blushing ball of fuzz. He reminded her of one of her cousins. Or brothers. She sometimes had trouble keeping track of them all...well, except for one. Neve winced as she felt a way too familiar pang of pain in her chest. Alejandro; her late brother. She sniffled. They had been very close and she missed him...terribly.
Neve felt a shudder run through her as she felt something started to squeeze her heart like a vice. It just hurt SO badly...she shut her eyes, feeling the tears started to well up. She hiccuped and before she was even conscious of it, started crying into her pillow.
She didn't know how much time had passed, Neve wasn't even sure if she had fallen asleep or not. Still, the next thing she was aware of was of someone sitting down next to her on the bed. “Neve?”
“Hm? Oh, René it's you.” She turned over and waited for her eyes to adapt to the dark. She sniffed and surreptitiously wiped her eyes as she sat up a little, hugging her knees close to her chest.
“Wanna talk about it?” René asked, bypassing the 'What's wrong?' 'Nothing is wrong' section neatly.
Neve sighed. “René I really don't—”
“Neve.” He said softly. “You need to. Please...talk to me?” She was going to tell him to get his butt back in bed when he put his hand on her shoulder. That simple gesture broke whatever reserve Neve had.
Barely even aware of herself Neve turned and buried her face in his shoulder. Sobbingly, she choked out the story about Alejandro: How he died in a turf war back home, having gotten himself involved in a local gang. It was his death that convinced her uncle to pull Neve out of that environment and bring her to the PCA. By the time she finished Neve found herself enveloped in the embrace of René's tails, cocooned in warmth.
“I'm sorry.” He said quietly. “Here,” He offered her something. “Blow.” Neve grabbed one of his tails and blew her nose into it. René flinched. “Well, I meant the tissue I had but that works too—”
His startled, awkward tone was just what she needed to hear. Neve chuckled. “Sorry chica.”
“It's okay...” René shrugged as he gave her a hug, rubbing her back. “And I'm so sorry for your loss Neve. I really can't compare what you lost with mine, but if you ever want to talk...well, you'll know where to find me.”
“In th' girl's locker room?” Neve hiccuped with a grin.
René smiled ruefully. “Where else? Here.” He offered her a different tail. Having his permission, Neve used its soft, fluffy fur to wipe her eyes. “You want to get back to sleep?”
“Yeah.” Neve sighed. “Still got school manana.”
The vulpix sighed. “And I've got a new taskmaster to look forward to.” Neve laughed.
“Yer aright fuzzbutt.” She snorted as she laid her back on her pillow. “Let's go back to sleep.”
“Okay. But here.” René offered her his tails. “I find that they're really good to snuggle with when you've had a bad night. I'll just move my sleeping back down to the end of your bed. Deal?”
“Deal.” Neve sniffed. René rubbed her head gently. Playfully, she battered his hands away. “A' right, a' right furry cheeks I not your pet.”
“Okay then. Night.” He nodded to her.
“Night...and René? Thanks.” She pecked his cheek. “Now go to bed before I tell Johnathan that you made a pass at me and he rearranges your fuzzy fanny.”
“Yes Mistress Neve.”
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