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Aggie's finesse and elegance at jumping ropes was incredible for a girl as meek and shy as she appeared. It was like she was controlling the ropes around her, rather than Tahla and I. We were just mere totems to articulate the media. Her feet barely made a sound as she skipped and hopped in a dance-like rhythm.
It was the most real-life anime thing I had ever seen.
And that was just her warming up. Once she got into a real groove, she started doing tricks, like alternating feet and hopping on one foot.
I should point out that she had started out facing Tahla. But during her exhibition, she whipped round in a five-forty, her hair and skirt billowing.
It was at this point, now that she was facing me, that I realized something.
She had her eyes closed!
Oh wait, no that was the other thing I noticed.
She was wearing a dark-colored hoodie on a warm, sunny spring day!
Oh wait, no that was the other-other thing I noticed.
I could see up her skirt!
With each hop her skirt raised, and then kept afloat by the whirling vortex that the ropes were creating around her. She was flashing me without realizing, caught up in her dance of ropes.
I tried my best not to stare, but uh... I did have to make sure I was keeping the ropes right for her to jump.
She was... Getting really into it. Like, she was almost moving in slow-motion, swaying and prancing about in that little bubble between the ropes.
It was the most real-life hentai thing I had ever seen.
Then, something made me look beyond the exhibition in front of me. Tahla's muzzle was curled in a smirk.
And my shorts were pitched in a tent.
I broke my commitment as a jump-rope totem, dropping the handles to cover myself. That caused a chain-reaction as the arctic fox felt her trance shatter.
For a moment, she stared at me.
In that moment, the sight beneath the skirt disappeared behind that veil as it settled back down.
"Eek!" She let out a squeal--which sounded like a gunshot, to me, although it was rather quiet in reality.
"S-Sorry," I blurted, and tried to turn and run.
"Oh no you don't!"
Tahla used bind. It was super-effective.
"Ughf!" I landed on my tuckus. A bellsprout still stood up in my lap.
"Not again. . ." Aggie muttered, her fingers clutching the hem of her skirt and pulling it down. She turned away--ironically, her tail was fidgety and that raised the other side of her skirt up, so now she was just flashing me from the other side.
Tahla approached. "You just couldn't help yourself, could you?" She shook her head. "What do you say?"
"Well, I was trying to say sorry, but--"
She squatted down, and clutched one end of the rope tied around me. She set a hand on her hip.
"Eh--heheheh..." I chuckled with trepidation.
"What are you gonna do with him?" A meek voice managed to ask.
Tahla glanced at the little vixen. "I was gonna ask you," she replied. "Whadda you wanna do with him?"
The girl looked from Tahla, then to me.
Then, to the still-prominent lump in my shorts.
The color of her cheeks deepened.