A Close Thing | By : Mizor4 Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 5500 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Late morning sunlight shone through the window by the time Simi woke, feeling perfectly well rested, a pleasant change from the day before. She pulled a plain burgundy dress over her shift and made the short journey to her own room.
Zoroark sat with his back propped up against the wall. His intense gaze waited for her to turn the corner, and she wondered how well his large pointed ears could hear.
Simi smiled. "Good morning." Zoroark didn't return the greeting, but she didn't hold it against him.
"Feeling okay?" she asked, to which he simply nodded. Good enough she supposed and ducked into the kitchen for a quick breakfast.
The stew, which she left on the edge of the hearth last night, had cooked down to a meat flavored porridge. The last of an only-slightly stale loaf of bread rounded out the meal. She brought the food to Zoroark and took a seat at the foot of the bed.
Simi poked at her own food, though found little interest in it. "If you're feeling up to it, I was thinking maybe we could spend some time outside."
Zoroark's ears perked up and he gave the window a quick glance. "Yes." His claws clearly weren't designed to manipulate something as small as a piece of bread, and Simi watched his efforts while trying to hide an amused grin.
Striking black and red fur mixed with his surprisingly human mannerisms made him seem straight from a story, though she were no princess. She knew woefully little about pokemon, but even stories made it seem that nobles, with all their wealth, struggled to keep them. Most joined heroic knights, or existed as monsters who lurked after nightfall waiting to eat children.
Zoroark attacked his food, only making a small mess of himself before turning his cold blue eyes on Simi. She couldn't read his angular features, but she found herself growing more confident he wouldn't do something unpredictable, like eat her.
After clearing their dishes, Simi returned to the bed. "Try not to move your leg too much, and let me know if anything hurts, okay?"
Zoroark nodded and Simi had to rush in to offer her support before he leaped from the bed on his own. Large red claws bit into her shoulder, making her wince, but once on his feet, Zoroark held most of his own weight, only using her for balance.
Already he moved easily, and any human who recovered half as quickly would count themselves blessed. Simi acted like a crutch, and besides a little awkward shuffling to make it through the door, the two of them made it easily down the steps and into a small meadow on the far side of the house. Small white flowers scattered through the thick grass, which after the heavy rains of the previous week, the plump blades stood almost up to Simi's knees.
Zoroark breathed deeply before unceremoniously dragging the pair of them to the ground. They landed heavily in the soft grass. Simi grunted.
"Be careful!" Simi admonished, but Zoroark merely stretched, his fluffy chest arched forward and claws extended overhead. She couldn't help but admire the curios pokemon, his red facial markings all the more vibrant under the warm early-afternoon sunlight.
The past few days had been stressful, and Simi hadn't realized the tension lurking in her shoulders until she followed Zoroark's lead and let herself relax amidst soft grasses and blooming wildflowers. The air smelled crisp and sweet as only a cloudless spring morning could, the sunlight's warmth balanced by a lazy breeze.
Despite feeling well rested, Simi quickly found herself drifting off to sleep once again, but Zoroark's gruff voice pulled her from her reverie. She looked up to find Zoroark sitting with his injured leg stretched out before him.
Zoroark carefully rubbed at his bandages. "When will I be healed?"
"Is it hard, staying cooped up?" Simi's heart nearly broke when Zoroark nodded.
"I don't know." Simi tried to sound encouraging. "You've healed much quicker than any human would. I can probably take the bandages off in a day or two."
"And I will be fixed?"
"Well, probably not. It will take time to regain strength in your leg. You'll probably never run," and at the darkening expression on his face she quickly added, "as well as you used to. B-But I don't know for sure. Maybe you'll be back to normal in a few days." Hopefully Zoroark didn't recognize the doubt in her voice.
Simi lay a hand comfortingly on his arm, and while she felt the muscle tense at her touch, Zoroark didn't pull away. Silky fur poked between her fingers, and she slowly ran her hand up the length of his arm, ruffling his coat before smoothing it back down. "You'll be safe here until we figure it out, okay?"
Zoroark glared at his injured leg.
"You've been around humans before, haven't you?" Simi asked in an attempt to pull attention away from his injury.
Zoroark's expression didn't change, but he answered, voice low and gravelly. "I never let them see me. Sometimes I go to their cities. Humans often leave food about."
Simi doubted that people, even in the larger cities, simply left food lying around but didn't argue. "How did you find me?"
He shrugged and didn't meet her eyes, his voice even harsher than normal. "I thought a human would make it quick."
Gods, how was she so bad at this? Simi bit her lip and tried to think of something that wouldn't immediately come back to Zoroark's injury. She hoped this afternoon would lift his spirits a bit, distract him from asking too many questions about how he might heal. Mother always discussed recovery with patients, and Simi started to understand why her mother remained so detached, just short of cruel. Hiding the truth felt just as bad as lying, and it made her feel so utterly helpless that this was the best she could do. Zoroark deserved the truth of it, but Simi couldn't bring herself to explain.
"It must be intimidating visiting the city. I usually feel overwhelmed when Mother brings me. I can't imagine going there alone and being-" She waved vaguely in his direction, not quite sure how to articulate his pokemon-ness, but Zoroark seemed to understand and blessedly ignored the jarring change in topic.
"I have never seen any giant humans, but you turn mountains into-" Zoroark gestured at the house behind them. "Many strange things. Large things."
"It's hard to think no one would notice you, even at night. You're quite striking." She grinned at him. But as soon as the words left Simi's mouth, Zoroark turned to her, sharp blue eyes glittering, and vanished. Simi gaped. He hadn't jumped up, or ran, but simply disappeared in the space of a blink.
"Zoroark?" Simi reached towards the space he had been, and she jumped when her hands brushed something warm and fuzzy. Then Zoroark sat where he had been as if he hadn't moved a breath.
He grinned, clearly quite impressed with himself, pearly fangs agleam in the sunlight. "All Zoroark can do this." He gestured to the house, and that too disappeared as if nothing but the meadow had ever existed here.
Simi began to protest but just as he had, the house soundlessly popped back into existence, undamaged, unchanged. She found herself breathless. "Incredible! You can make anything disappear?"
The next moment, a dozen or more Zoroark strolled through the meadow around them, seemingly ignorant of where she and her injured Zoroark sat. They slowly wandered about, one Zoroark chasing after a leaf blowing through the air on an unfelt breeze while two others took playful swipes at one another. Then they too vanished to smoke. Simi found herself speechless.
Zoroark chuckled, clearly enjoying his little game. "Humans do not see Zoroark."
Simi's eyes went wide. "Zoroark are everywhere? All around us?"
Another Zoroark, only one this time, popped into existence in front of Simi. His eyes glittered, just as vividly blue, starkly outlined in red fur. He held out a hand, claws extended towards Simi as if offering to help her up. Hesitantly, Simi reached to take his hand, but her fingers passed through his claws, and the Zoroark curled into smoke before vanishing to nothing. They had looked as real as the Zoroark still sitting beside her. She could still see the sparring Zoroark's mane whipping about, a swirl of red and black, casting wild shadows on the grass.
"Illusion," Zoroark said, his rough voice tinged with mirth. Then the pair of them sat at the edge of a lake, large enough that tiny rippling waves lapped at the pebbly beach. The trees at the far edge of the lake changed too, greener with more gnarled branches that reached low over the water, though Simi couldn't identify them at this distance. She probably couldn't make it across, not that she had ever been a strong swimmer. Simi had unconsciously taken hold of Zoroark's arm.
It took effort to string three words together intelligibly. "It's amazing! Beautiful!" Simi almost ran towards the water's edge. Despite what Zoroark said, it looked too real to not exist.
The two of them sat in silence for a long while. Simi marveled at the lake Zoroark created just for her. And even though the small glassy waves captured most of her focus, Zoroark seemed to enjoy her awed reaction. She glanced at his fearsome smile when she thought he wasn't looking.
Zoroark glanced curiously at Simi as if remembering something. "Can humans not do something similar? I have seen your kind with may different colors and shapes of-" Zoroark hesitantly touched Simi's arm, or rather the cloth sleeve of her dress.
"Not even close." Simi laughed, though her thoughts still swirled at the marvel before her, possibly something no other human had ever seen. Surely something like this would have made it into stories.
"We don't really have fur, so we wear clothes instead." She pushed her sleeve up a few inches to reveal the pale skin beneath. "We can take them off and wear something else to change our appearance. Far less impressive."
Zoroark tilted his head, as if seeing her for the first time. "Can I see?"
The blunt request took her so off guard it took a moment to realize what he asked. Simi spluttered. "I um, well it's- People don't, I mean-" A colorful heat spread to her cheeks. "Humans don't usually let others see them naked," she finally managed.
The top of Zoroark's snout scrunched in confusion. "Never?"
"It's complicated," she mumbled, too taken aback to explain more elegantly.
Simi tried to compose herself, but Zoroark only seemed more intrigued, and she could feel his eyes roam across her body, her neck, her ankles. Curiosity burned in his eyes, and despite her embarrassment, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt.
He had shown her something truly miraculous, and all he asked in return was to see a scrawny peasant-girl naked. It didn't seem fair to deny him his curiosity. The color in her face rivaled that of Zoroark's claws, and she tried to stop stuttering like a child caught stealing sweets.
"I-If you're really interested, I-I guess I could- Maybe." What could be the harm in showing a pokemon? Clothing probably seemed a strange concept to him. His own nudity clearly didn't bother him, lush coat or not, it didn't hide everything – a fact Simi desperately tried not to think about right now.
Zoroark's face lit up, but his eager gaze didn't make it any easier for Simi. Sweat tickled her brow, and she clutched the cuff of her sleeves to stop her fingers from shaking.
"Y-You can make it so no one else could see us, right?" She gestured wildly around them. "Make us disappear? Like the house?" Their nearest neighbor lived a good hour's walk away, but they did occasionally have someone call on her mother. Simi knew she was stalling.
"No one will see us," Zoroark replied solemnly.
A quiet, hysterical giggle bubbled from her lips, but Simi forced herself to stand. She had to turn away from Zoroark's inquisitive eyes before she managed to relax the grip on her sleeves, and after a few shuddering breaths, Simi reached down and began to pull her burgundy dress up and over her head.
Cool morning air curled up her thighs and rippled the hem of her thin white shift. Sunlight fell warm on her nearly bare shoulders, and had she not felt Zoroark's eyes on her back like a hovering brand, it might have felt liberating.
The light cotton shift felt a hundred pounds as she lifted it, leaving herself bare to the world. The light fabric fluttered to the ground beside her discarded dress, and Simi instinctively huddled in on herself, knees lightly trembling together, and her arms pulled tightly across her modest breasts.
She took two deep breaths, all too aware of the heat in her cheeks, and she turned to Zoroark. Her pale skin shone in the sunlight. Simi attempted to meet Zoroark's eyes but found herself unable and instead examined the ground near his feet.
Zoroark watched as if trying to memorize every minute detail before him. "Zoroark females do not have such different features. You should not wear clothes more often."
Simi tried to blush harder but well and truly couldn't. A soft breeze set her light brown hair aflutter, tickling her shoulders. She shuddered, but Zoroark's innocent wonder started to ease her frantic nerves.
"I-It's a complicated subject-" Simi began, but yelped when Zoroark tried to stand. "You'll pull your stitches!" Simi quickly knelt to place a restraining hand on his shoulder before realizing how close it placed her, his uninjured thigh between her knees in the soft grass, and how uncovered she left herself.
Simi never quite filled out like some of the other girls her age, but Zoroark appeared engrossed nonetheless. After a moment of letting the shock numb her, Simi slowly let her other arm fall away, fully offering herself to Zoroark's curious inspection.
Before Simi realized what was happening, Zoroark reach out and cupped her left breast in one of his great paws. His paw pad felt like old polished softwood, smooth yet nicked and roughed in places from wear. Simi didn't breath, her mouth open but too shocked to speak or so much as twitch. Zoroark's touch gently followed the curve of her body, each imperfection of his paw pad a spark through her chest. Claws trailed a painless trio of light red lines down the top half of her breast before Simi caught his wrist in trembling fingers.
Zoroark looked up, honest concern in his eyes. "Did I do something wrong?" He pulled his claws away, but Simi didn't release his wrist. She found herself lost in his blue eyes, and it took her a moment to reply.
Simi managed to speak, though barely, her voice small. "No but- It's a very intimate place to touch – for humans." Her bare chest rose and fell heavily, heart pounding loud enough Zoroark surely heard its frantic beat.
"So, I should not have?" For once he was the one to sound apprehensive. His eyes glittered with curiosity, such beautiful blue eyes.
Gods, what was she even doing, and how had she let this get so far out of hand? And why did she feel more giddy than anything else, like sparks thrown by green wood in a bonfire danced within her belly? Simi's voice came out barely more than a whisper. "Y-You can. If you want to." Her fingers still gripped Zoroark's wrist tight, his own hand far steadier than hers. She clung to that confidence as if she could borrow it from him, because she was about to do something the rational part of her mind considered needlessly foolish, to put lightly.
When Zoroark didn't move, Simi slowly guided his palm to her chest and ever so slightly leaned into him. Zoroark pressed back, his palm testing the supple give of her breast. His other hand curled around her, claws resting on her back just beside her spine.
Simi grew very still, not out of fear, but at the wonderful mix of sensation her mind didn't quite know how to process. It was like tasting chocolate for the first time, yet so much more, not merely some physical novelty. Chocolate couldn't rend flesh, couldn't bite, pick her up and toss her like a doll. Zoroark could, but didn't. He returned her trust with such remarkable gentleness and care – a wild pokemon, tender as any storybook prince.
A sharp intake of breath hissed between Simi's teeth. Zoroark leaned close, his nose tickling the fine hairs along her collarbone without actually touching her skin. He sniffed lightly, the cool air sending shivers down her spine before he exhaled, breath nearly hot enough to scorch her, or so it felt.
He explored lower, the hand on her back drawing her other breast towards his inquisitiv snout. His tongue felt rough and tacky against her delicate skin. Simi whimpered, a soft sound unlike any she had made in her life up to this point. Her fingers tightened on Zoroark's wrist, and she pulled as if to draw his paw through her pounding heart.
It felt electric, wonderful and momentous and raw. Each lick sent a minute ripple through her breast that reverberated her entire chest, down into her belly, resonating, compounding into some wild, primal tempest.
The stiff spring of her nipple drew Zoroark's curiosity, and the feeling of his tongue forced Simi's eyes shut. The heat and growing tightness in her chest stilled her breath, only allowing small, pleasured chirps from her lips. The feeling so completely held her, she didn't notice when Zoroark stopped.
He spoke in an offhand, conversational tone. "Your scent is different."
Before she had the presence of mind to parse his words, Zoroark's snout dipped almost to her navel. Simi let out a strangled yelp. Moving on instinct more than any conscious intent, Simi snatched his long muzzle with one hand and yanked his head back to eye level with her.
"Y-You shouldn't talk about how a girl smells," she blurted out. She hadn't realized how ragged her breathing had grown, and her whole body trembled in a not at all unpleasant way.
Simi gently but firmly led Zoroark by the grip on his snout to lay back in the grass. His eyes twinkled up at her, but he didn't resist or argue. Simi looked away, still not sure if she dared trust herself at the moment, thoughts leaping between shock at what might have happened, and the not inconsequential part of her mind that burned to know what Zoroark would have done had she not interceded.
Words spilled out of her mouth, anything to fill the silence. "Isn't it wonderful out today? The lake is so beautiful! Or clouds, those are nice too!" The clear sky stretched endlessly blue overhead without a wisp of white in sight. Simi lay in the grass beside Zoroark, each blade a soft line pressed into her bare skin. She couldn't help herself from lying quite close to Zoroark, not quite cuddling, exactly. At least that's what she told herself, head resting on his downy tufted chest with one arm lightly draped across his midriff, but only because that seemed the only natural position.
Zoroark chuckled, a surprisingly light sound from such a dangerous-looking pokemon. The sun really did feel nice upon her skin, almost as nice as Zoroark's own soft warmth, his fur easily the most luxurious thing she had ever lay against. She breathed deep, fur tickling her nose, though he didn't really have any noticeable scent of his own, only the sweet, green smell of a meadow in spring.
Simi closed her eyes for just a moment, focusing on the familiar, if racing, thrum of her heart. She couldn't deny how comfortable Zoroark felt against her, and not just because of his fur. Despite his claws and wild origin, she felt safe, protected. Zoroark's arm curled, his wide paw falling comfortably against her back. At some point, Simi fell asleep.
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