A short little fic-let based on two images Kae drew of my character Rene and her character Weaver.
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My Vulpix and Me
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Weaver sat snuggling with her Jynx sweetheart Ishtar under a big tree in the park. It was Saturday, and she was in her street clothes instead of her usual purple uniform for a change. Ishtar was lying across Weaver’s legs and smirking upwards at her companion.
“What’re you thinking about?” She asked. Weaver smirked.
“Oh just a certain Jynx and ah—GAAH!” She flinched as someone else’s thoughts intruded on her own. She had a flash of naked purple Nidoran girl holding and moving to kiss a hot, naked white-furred Ninetails with glasses…
“…René!” Weaver growled. Ishtar looked at her.
“That Vulpix guy who’s always hanging around you?” Ishtar asked incredulously. “The transkid?”
“That’s the one.” Weaver groaned. “I read his mind once…or whatever he has that passes for one…and since then I’ve had a hard time keeping him out of my head.”
“Oh?” Ishtar grinned. “What does the little lady think about?”
“Usually his wanting to be a girl.” Weaver groaned. “This time though…it’s a bit much.”
“Is that so?” Ishtar ‘tuned’ in to her girlfriend’s mind and whistled. “He-llo!”
“I’m blocking this!” Weaver grunted.
“You are NOT blocking this!” Ishtar grinned as she used her own psychic powers to listen in. “I’m starting to like this kid!”
“I’ve got to get his mind out of my mind.” Weaver muttered. “Before I go out of mine!”
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Later that day René was heading out of the library—where he had a pleasant, if awkward, encounter with Nicole Zuna—and then had another one.
“René!” Weaver snapped as she approached him.
“Oh, hey Weaver!” René smiled obliviously. “Funny running into you here!”
“Yeah, real funny.” Weaver grumbled. “Had a little run in with Nicole did you?”
René blinked. “Yeah, how’d you know?”
“A little Ninetails told me.” Weaver put her hands on her hips and took perverse pride when he blushed as the meaning sank in.
“Sorry,” He mumbled as he looked down and scratched the back of his head. Weaver sighed. Wasn’t his fault he was a raging ball of hormones.
‘Oh just give him a hug, you know he’s been wanting it since day one.’ Weaver sighed to herself as she opened her arms wide and…‘Or better yet...’ Weaver smirked as she turned her hug into a grab and hauled the stunned Vulpix up across her shoulders. René was shocked, but was soon grinning and giggling like a schoolgirl. He grabbed onto Weaver’s arm for balance as she carried him off.
“Goodness, you’re ever so strong.” He chirped.
“Keep it up, fuzzbutt, and I’ll chuck you over a bridge.” Weaver threatened. Even she couldn’t help but grin. “Where do you live?”
“Sixteen blocks down and seven over.” René grinned. Weaver moaned. Then he started to sing. “My buddy and me don't want to be like the rest so don't make us—”
“René I swear I will drop you.” Weaver mock-growled.
“My buddy and me we're so crazy no one can take us! We take everything we do in stride. We won't conform society don't take our side—!”
“Oh shut up.”
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THE END
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Weaver sat snuggling with her Jynx sweetheart Ishtar under a big tree in the park. It was Saturday, and she was in her street clothes instead of her usual purple uniform for a change. Ishtar was lying across Weaver’s legs and smirking upwards at her companion.
“What’re you thinking about?” She asked. Weaver smirked.
“Oh just a certain Jynx and ah—GAAH!” She flinched as someone else’s thoughts intruded on her own. She had a flash of naked purple Nidoran girl holding and moving to kiss a hot, naked white-furred Ninetails with glasses…
“…René!” Weaver growled. Ishtar looked at her.
“That Vulpix guy who’s always hanging around you?” Ishtar asked incredulously. “The transkid?”
“That’s the one.” Weaver groaned. “I read his mind once…or whatever he has that passes for one…and since then I’ve had a hard time keeping him out of my head.”
“Oh?” Ishtar grinned. “What does the little lady think about?”
“Usually his wanting to be a girl.” Weaver groaned. “This time though…it’s a bit much.”
“Is that so?” Ishtar ‘tuned’ in to her girlfriend’s mind and whistled. “He-llo!”
“I’m blocking this!” Weaver grunted.
“You are NOT blocking this!” Ishtar grinned as she used her own psychic powers to listen in. “I’m starting to like this kid!”
“I’ve got to get his mind out of my mind.” Weaver muttered. “Before I go out of mine!”
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Later that day René was heading out of the library—where he had a pleasant, if awkward, encounter with Nicole Zuna—and then had another one.
“René!” Weaver snapped as she approached him.
“Oh, hey Weaver!” René smiled obliviously. “Funny running into you here!”
“Yeah, real funny.” Weaver grumbled. “Had a little run in with Nicole did you?”
René blinked. “Yeah, how’d you know?”
“A little Ninetails told me.” Weaver put her hands on her hips and took perverse pride when he blushed as the meaning sank in.
“Sorry,” He mumbled as he looked down and scratched the back of his head. Weaver sighed. Wasn’t his fault he was a raging ball of hormones.
‘Oh just give him a hug, you know he’s been wanting it since day one.’ Weaver sighed to herself as she opened her arms wide and…‘Or better yet...’ Weaver smirked as she turned her hug into a grab and hauled the stunned Vulpix up across her shoulders. René was shocked, but was soon grinning and giggling like a schoolgirl. He grabbed onto Weaver’s arm for balance as she carried him off.
“Goodness, you’re ever so strong.” He chirped.
“Keep it up, fuzzbutt, and I’ll chuck you over a bridge.” Weaver threatened. Even she couldn’t help but grin. “Where do you live?”
“Sixteen blocks down and seven over.” René grinned. Weaver moaned. Then he started to sing. “My buddy and me don't want to be like the rest so don't make us—”
“René I swear I will drop you.” Weaver mock-growled.
“My buddy and me we're so crazy no one can take us! We take everything we do in stride. We won't conform society don't take our side—!”
“Oh shut up.”
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THE END
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