This story was commissioned by
\n\t\t\t\t\tfrostyfennekin and \n\t\t\t\t\tJaketheJ!\n\t\t\t\t\tfrostyfennekin and \n\t\t\t\t\tJaketheJ!",
"writing": "[center][b]Frost's As(h)tral Encounter[/b][/center]\nA chill wafted through the forest while a blue-colored Fennekin stalked in the night. At least, Frost envisioned himself stalking. The spry hungry Pokémon had already tripped on more than one occasion, attention more on other Pokémon than his gait while he tried to see who he could snatch up for dinner. The day was long and the playing ferocious, leaving Frost with a grumbling belly and a hankering for something far more filling than the same old berries. So, he decided meat was on the menu, and there were plenty of available Pokémon for him to dine on… provided he could catch one first. Frost was doing a good job alerting potential prey to his presence, having to woefully watch meals fly, scamper, or burrow away beyond his reach. It didn’t seem to matter how stealthy or crafty he tried to be, almost as if these wild Pokémon had some sort of survival instincts, and Frost wasn’t terribly attuned to the ways of a predator.\n\nNot that he was without success, of course. Frost was very capable at securing a squirming treat. It just didn’t seem to be his night. The Fennekin tail twitched in irritation, after a Swellow gave him a peck to the head before flapping off. Now with a sore head, Frost was muttering to himself, not caring for the noise he was making at this point. He was hungry, and was now more determined than ever to snag up a Pokémon and leave nothing behind. He kept going along, eyes peeled, ears flicking every which way, scanning for any signs of life that didn’t bolt immediately. Padding along the soft fertile forest soil, dampening his steps, Frost was certain the conditions were right to stumble across an unsuspecting meal. And, after an hour on the hunt, his perseverance paid off!\n\nThere, all alone in a clearing, looking completely unaware a fox Pokémon was on the prowl, sat a delicious-looking Rattata. Frost grinned, baring teeth and letting some drool escape. His eyes narrowed, body lowered and pawing forward delicately. Nothing would disrupt this, and he saw the Rattata’s ears and snout twitching, but not reacting. [i]Finally[/i], Frost breathed, pouncing right into the clearing and aiming his open jaws right for the prone Rattata! But, and he couldn’t see how, the seemingly-unprepared Pokémon suddenly darted from her perch and scuttled off to the side! Frost ate dirt, chin scraping along the soil, poised dumbly with his backside in the air. He righted himself and growled, turning to see a terrified-looking face staring back! The Rattata stood there a beat, then scuttled away, kicking up dirt in her wake. “Not this time,” Frost assured, taking off right after the panicked Pokémon! Unlike others, he was close enough to keep her in sight, and was determined to not let this tasty-looking rodent escape!\n\nFrost chased after the Rattata with every effort, his scarf flapping about in the air wildly, the Rattata darting to and fro, desperate for escape. The Fennekin panted and growled alongside his eager tummy, zipping around trees and actually making efforts not to trip up again. He was slowly gaining on the Rattata, who he could hear panting harder than he was, letting out squeaks of fright, glancing back with a terrified expression. Frost smiled while running, seeing the truth in her expression and confirming his estimates: It wouldn’t be long before he caught up with her, and he’d finally get the meal he’d been seeking all this time! The pair zigzagged through floral forest life, other Pokémon more content watching than fleeing. They knew the predator leading the chase here was occupied, and that the meal to be was determined, leaving them safe to enjoy the show.\n\nFrost saw Rattata lunge through a thick bush, leafy branches rustling noisily. He licked his lips, knowing this was it. With a cry he leapt right after the Rattata, making a bigger hole as he crashed through the brush, straight out into a patch of tall grass and looming colored flowers. There against a large tree he spotted the Rattata, coiled against the roots of a large tree, shaking like a leaf. “Finally gotcha,” Frost crowed, confidently stepping through that tall grass to get to his tired-out prey, all set on having a very satisfying meal.\n\nThen Frost yelped upon a seemingly-inert vine that was obscured by the grass, snapped to life, snagged Frost’s hind leg, and yanked him in to the air! “Yah!” he cried, swinging his body about, dangling uselessly in what appeared to be a snare trap! “What??” Desperately he turned to Rattata, knowing those fangs of hers could get him out, even if he had to swallow his pride to request aid. “H-hey! Get me out! Someone set a trap!”\n\nAnd the Rattata just smiled, her eyes flashing… Changing color? One gold, one pale. Frost gawked as the Pokémon he’d marked as a meal transformed before his very eyes! One moment there was a scared Rattata. The next, after a radiant glow surrounded her, stood a confident, humored Zorua! One with gold-and pale eyes, wearing a black bow held together by a bright yellow star. More stars and a moon ran through a fluffy tail that was now flicking back and forth across the ground, bow bouncing against a tuft of fur against her chest. This Zorua, Ash, stood under the snared Frost and smirked up at her catch. “Gotcha!”\n\n“What… you…?” Frost put the pieces together. He swayed and struggled in the air with his tail and limbs and body all dangling away from this trapped hind leg. “You set this up? Set [i]me[/i] up?”\n\n“Yep! Had to catch something for dinner after all.” Ash’s smile shifted when she brought her tongue out and ran it noisily over her upper lip. “And when a desperate Fennekin stumbled noisily through my territory, why, it seemed dinner was brought right to me!”\n\n“No!” Frost protested immediately as his struggles made him swing back and forth in the air. “Eugh, I was gonna eat you, not the other way around! I’m the hungry one here! And I almost got you too!” Frost knew the tables had turned but he knew if he could just get free he might have a chance to escape, if nothing else. He stopped fighting so hard in the snare, though, when Ash reached up and playfully batted at the dangling trills of the Fennekin’s scarf with a roll of her eyes.\n\n“You were [i]nowhere[/i] close. Any progress you made through that clumsy hunt of yours was all allowed by me.” Ash sneered and, in another flash of color, was a Rattata again. “It was so easy to lure you with something like this, and look so scared and frightened that the big mean Fennekin was gonna gobble me up!” Frost growled when Ash proceeded to pantomime their chase, the faux-fear now plain on the Rattata’s features. Ash bundled up under Frost again, and flashed back to her natural Zorua self. “You couldn’t catch a cold with what you were doing to try to hunt, my pathetic meal-to-be.”\n\n“Yes I could! Stop making fun of me!” The demanding Frost, trying his best to ignore the taunting Pokémon below, tried craning his head up to gnaw away at the binding snare. He’d free himself, body slam the cocky Zorua as a result, then show her who the real predator was… though doubt filtered through his mind as he could barely reach halfway up his own body, gravity too strong. The continued insults from below cut through him further, but Frost persisted. An idea flashed through his mind to freeze the vine holding him, but just as Frost prepared to fire away, the snare unwound! He jerked his head down to see that Ash had loosened the base of the vine, wrapped around the tree trunk. Frost yelped when he unexpectedly plummeted to earth, banging his head against the ground, seeing stars…\n\nHe was only out of it for a few seconds, but was still seeing stars though his vision cleared. The confused Fennekin groaned when he realized it was the stars on a swishing Zorua tail he was seeing. Ash had clambered right over Frost, and apparently had given him a tasty slurp, as warm drool leaked down one hip. He then felt a familiar tug against his leg, Ash gripping the vine and starting to drag him. “Don’t worry, food. Soon you won’t have to hunt ever again,” she remarked through clenched teeth. Between the drool on him and the hungry look in her eyes (not to mention her flat-out admission moments ago), Frost knew exactly what she was implying.\n\n“N-no…” Frost whimpered, only fitfully pulling against the snare a moment, but knowing it was futile. He was still woozy from the fall, and could now tell this Zorua was twice his size, easy. Despite fear pounding in his chest of his incipient fate, Frost went limp, knowing there was little he could do to escape the hungry Zorua’s trap. He did have one ace in the hole, though, and it took everything the fearful Fennekin had to not blurt it out as some weak form of bargaining. He audibly gulped and shivered, which made Ash chuckle and teasingly swish her tail back and forth, sensing Frost’s submission. But now Frost was concentrated wholly on his secret, and doing all he could not to reveal it, tucking his tail up between his legs and over his chest. Frost grimaced whenever his back was drug over or against rocks or roots or other discomforting things, the journey hardly pleasant. But Frost kept his mind solely on his secret, knowing it was his last chance to survive.\n\nFrost had no clue where Ash had taken him, aside from being much deeper in the forest than before. This part was completely foreign to the Fennekin, which only dampened his mood further. Even if he managed to escape, he had no idea how to escape. [i]Focus![/i] Frost scolded himself, though whimpered when dragged down into a large den, doubtless the Zorua’s home, where she would soon feast! [i]Just escape first… Once you revive you [/i][i]only [/i][i]gotta get away from her![/i] The cocky Zorua flexed her jaws and suddenly yanked Frost forward, startling his thoughts. He slid up against the back end of the den, with Ash now sitting between him and his only exit. With one last tug, the vine undid itself and freed Frost, who instantly stumbled up against the wall and stared frightfully up at the looming Pokémon. “All mine now,” Ash cemented with another eager lick of her lips. “Despite how terrible you are in the hunt, at least you look and taste particularly [i]scrumptious[/i].”\n\nThough it was fairly bright in the den, it capturing much of the early evening sunlight, Frost saw it as nothing but a dark dreary place. He hardly stopped shivering, and could only squeak and whimper when Ash sauntered up to him and began to circle the frightened Fennekin, nudging him away from the wall and to the ground. When behind, she patronizingly tapped him atop his head, playing with the blue tufted fur from his ears. Frost could see the exit, but a telling weight on his large tail knew it would be hopeless to make a run for it. “N-no…” he managed finally, only after a warm, glistening tongue slowly dragged up and down his back, leaving more of his fur matted down.\n\n“Yes,” a sudden hiss sounded right beside his ear. Ash chuckled and the ensuing slurps around his giant twitching ears elicited a slow, pleading whine from the ensnared Frost. He hunched his head low, tucked between his shoulders, snout down. It took a lot for him to not bolt right then and there, logic fighting terror. Ash crawled up over Frost just then, her grumbling stomach pressing to his back. She looked down with a grin and hefted Frost’s chin up to make eye contact. “Stupid little Fennekin, getting yourself trapped so easily. Barely even had to try with [i]you[/i].” Frost’s eyes could only widen and quiver at the verbal assaults. He shrunk down when Ash quickly spread her jaws wide, the purple squishy insides highlighted with pockets of saliva and reflections from the light. “Ahhh,” Ash breathed, her purple tongue ladling out and lapping down between Frost’s eyes and snout. The Zorua perked her head up and loudly smacked her lips for Frost’s benefit, gold and pale eyes never leaving his. “The only thing not stupid about you is your exquisite taste.”\n\n“Mmm… N-not… S-stop!” Frost gasped, a quivering mess and nearly flat to the den floor at this point. Despite everything he started to crawl forward, but a sharp painful tug of his tail dragged him right back under the care of Ash. She swiped with a paw and flipped him over, his white chest fluff pressing up to her dark fur and bow. Frost cringed and tucked all four paws against himself, almost forgetting about the secret tucked in the deep recesses of his tail. “Don’t eat me, please!” He was at Ash’s utter mercy, and could only hope to appeal to her emotions by now. Though, his sensitive ears could hear that empty stomach of hers growling hungrily, and that told him that this effort was futile.\n\n“And would you have extended that same courtesy to me?” Ash responded with narrowed eyes, before giving another slow long lick across Frost’s cheek. Frost winced from the warm drool seeping into his fur and began subconsciously reaching for his secret, thinking it’d bail him out right then and there. He froze only when narrowed eyes caught the unusual motion from the Fennekin, and Frost flinched when an upraised Zorua paw suddenly mashed down on his chest. Frost fidgeted and squirmed when that simple motion made Ash’s suspicions grow. “And what were you about to do there?”\n\n“N-nothing!” Frost lied. He tried to remain as stiff as he could, staring frightfully above, though he couldn’t stop twitching his tail nervously. Ash, not buying it, began running her fores through Frost’s tufts of fur and more. Another whimper escaped the trapped Fennekin when his scarf was unwound from his neck and pulled clean off. Ash sniffed to the scarf once and discarded it, before resuming her search. When her paws snuck past his hips and went for the tail, Frost curled it away from her grasp. A knowing grin spread across Ash’s lips.\n\n“Oh I think you certainly have [i]something[/i] down there.” A guilty blush raced across Frost’s cheeks but he admitted nothing. It took a couple attempts but Ash got the bulky tail pinned, and dove a paw straight into the furry appendage. It took a moment for the paw to clasp around something, which she fished out and held between them. “Why, what’s this? A Reviver Seed?” The little seed, still brimming with potency, was set aside more carefully than the scarf. Ash put it out of reach. Frost made a desperate grab for it, stifling a sob when Ash held him back from his prize.\n\n“Give that back!” Ash could only laugh, having discovered Frost’s little secret, and easily tugged him further away from the only thing that could’ve rescued him at this point. “That’s mine!”\n\n“[i]You’re[/i] mine,” Ash clarified, cementing this reality in Frost by hauling him clean off the ground by the scruff of his neck. He desperately took a swing at the Zorua, only to whiff and to receive another teasing lick across a shoulder. “Nothing but my supper. So, it stands to reason that whatever else you may posses,” Ash gestured to the scarf and seed, “is mine as well.”\n\n“No, no no!” Frost protested, though with less heart each time. He visibly sagged in Ash’s grip, his last chance stolen away from him, the Fennekin fated as food now. He tried pulling his head away from Ash’s lustful licks, but couldn’t manage in his dangling position. One eye clenched shut when he saw that purple maw and tongue open again, this time tongue slowly slipping across his snout and said eye. “Ew, ugh, s-stop…” Frost tried wiping the fresh slobber from his face, only for said paw to be clamped down on and tugged away, buried in the maw of the hungry Zorua. Frost yiped thinking he was getting devoured right then and there, but Ash relinquished him after a few indifferent licks and suckles, paw oozing. Ash’s grin grew wider still, as she casually dropped Frost and laid down over his tail and hips. Her chest fur bristled against his face, and those stomach grumbles seemed louder than ever.\n\nAnd there, on the dusty den floor with evening fully setting in, did Frost give up. He slumped and limply fidgeted while Ash had her way with him, licking and tasting him all over, commenting on his minty flavors. She even teased the Reviver Seed – his only means of survival – through his fur, poking his snout with it, dangling it just out of reach. In those moments Frost did try to reach for it, but Ash made absolutely sure he’d never get his paws on it again. The thorough tasting and searching left Frost completely drenched in warm, dripping drool, body stripped of what few possessions he’d taken with him into the forest. Now the blue Fennekin was naught but a meal for a crafty big Zorua, who was having quite the time playing with her food. Ash nosed Frost about to reach untasted parts around his back and his legs, sometimes playfully biting, other times letting her tongue do all the work. Whenever Frost would catch glimpses inside that sheen of purple from inside Ash’s mouth, a rush of fright would cause him to whine and struggle. But like every time before he’d once again end up silent and limp, eyes quivering up at the dominating Zorua who was determined to eat him alive for supper.\n\n“Given up? Good. You’re just food now anyway.” Ash growled while laying flat down against Frost, leaving only his head and fores poking free, the rest mushed under her larger form. She teased her maw open for him on several occasions, enjoying the rise it got out of the placating Fennekin, a reminder of his imminent destination. Frost couldn’t help but stare past the purple tongue and cheeks and straight into the blackened gullet beyond, which occasionally twitched of its own accord. He babbled out another plea not to be eaten, only for Ash to laugh in his face, the star-studded bow of hers bobbing about. “You really [i]are[/i] out of it. Knowing that your whole life has led you to my den, and soon, to my belly.” Ash casually shrugged a shoulder and whisked her tail about, her grumbling stomach filling the space with its lust. “Ah well, since you’re all broken, and I’m positively starved, guess it’s time to eat you.” She let her head sink down until their snouts were touching, before giving Frost a toothy smile while licking her lips. “Bye, Fennekin.”\n\nAsh collected the stiff Frost off the ground and sat back on her haunches. She parted her lips for the last time, lines of drool bowing away from her sharp teeth presenting that purple maw to her latest catch. Frost’s lips quivered and he whined softly, though all protest was just about bled dry. He was food. Ash’s tail softly swayed along the den floor, as she brought Frost closer to her widened jaws and lolling tongue. It wasn’t until Frost’s chin slid along that soft squishy tongue did a shock of terror cause him to start writhing again, but he barely managed a wiggle before the Zorua clamped down hard, [b]CHOMP![/b], right around his head! Frost’s ears were pinned to his skull as fresh drool sluiced through his fur coat down his body, legs and tail flailing like mad. His wailing was considerably more muffled while his eyes frantically darted from side to side, barely making out the deep dark gullet beyond. “Mmmrrr…” Ash licked and slurped all over her Fennekin supper, holding tightly around his midsection, gradually working his head snout-first to the back of the throat. Frost’s wails became whimpers when his muzzle pressed down into the tight throat, clenching his eyes shut and bracing for the inevitable. Ash wasted no time in delivering.\n\n[b]ULK![/b]\n\nFrost dove blindly down the slimy throat, bulging out Ash’s neck while more of his body sank deeper into the hungry mouth. Though inaudible, the Zorua could pick up on every vibrating whimper and moan from him. The kicking legs and tail sagged as another, louder [b]GLUK![/b] followed, noisily devouring more of the minty meal. Ash’s murring grew more guttural and deep, happily sinking her jaws down and around the furry prey she’d snared and reveling in his freshness. Frost’s fores pressed against his sides when yet more of him was eaten alive, feeling that tasting tongue lap back and forth under his lower chest and belly with the pointed teeth combing around his thighs. The thick Fennekin tail twitched erratically, with Frost unable to concentrate on anything save for the threatening burbles form the Zorua belly below. “M-mmph!!!” [b]GLU-ULP![/b] Another thick swallow squelched Frost deeper down, with Ash’s jaws clenching and releasing around more and more of her Fennekin feast. Precious little of the minty blue Pokémon stuck out the Zorua’s mouth, only a rump, hind legs, and big tail visible. All of that protested only with fitful twitches, Frost now more in Ash than out.\n\nFrost never opened his eyes his entire journey down the purple constricting throat. Another hefty gulp from above pulled his whimpering face straight through the stomach opening and splashed into the groaning confines below. His cheek mashed to the squishy stomach floor, where inert acids mingled with the matted saliva across his body. Ash purred, her meal nearly completed with Frost’s butt settled on the back of her tongue, his legs splayed to either side and fluffy tail puffing out past her lips. Ash’s tongue never stopped tasting and slurping about what remained of Frost, whose eyes barely peeked open deep within. He saw nothing in the completely dark, noisy belly, and could barely feel much as he started to bundle up on himself. [b]GLUK! ULP![/b] Two meager flicks of Ash’s head swallowed down Frost’s rear end, the rest of his tail vanishing under the guise of a loud wet slurping sensation. The large thing flickered from one cheek to the other, rebounding against locked jaws and finding no escape.\n\nIt was trivial for Ash to polish off the rest of the quivering Frost with a simple, smiling [b][i]GLURK![/i][/b] “Mmm…” Ash hummed in delight while the remaining bulges flowed down her neck, into her chest, to bloat out the furry belly below with a subtle [b]slsh[/b]. A terrified Frost yelped when the rest of his devoured body came tumbling down into the stomach, his backside flipping down over his head leaving him in a bent, uncomfortable position. His tail seemed to crowd the place up the most, it squished and fitting in wherever it could in the compact stomach. Ears were pressed against the squelching stomach lining that was beginning to secrete its usual fluids, subtle churns starting to froth and bubble. Frost hyperventilated in short raspy breaths, eyes shooting wide open in utter darkness, pinned against his own contorted body and unable to fight his way free from his fate. He winced upon feeling a teasing Zorua paw press down against his obvious protrusion, Ash smacking her lips in delight. “Now weren’t you just the tastiest little morsel?”\n\n“Mmff! Mmmmfffff!!!” came the inaudible reply, Ash feeling the fitful struggles under-paw. She teased that paw deeper into her rotund belly, squashing Frost tighter and making him feel more trapped and doomed than ever. Frost felt a second paw force its way over and around the thick Zorua gut, two now working in tandem to press, squish, squeeze and slosh him every which way. The stomach growled constantly at the heavy massaging, those sensitive Fennekin ears picking up every little detail of it beginning to whip into a digesting frenzy. More viscous, itchy fluids poured from the walls and coated Frost, who desperately flailed his body in an attempt to free himself from the slime. Noisy churns stretched throughout the purple, confining stomach, and those enzymes and acids pooled around Frost’s face and chest, rising around him.\n\nAsh could feel her plump, full belly rumble, hazarding a guess that things were getting exciting in there. The biggest tell were the muffled cries from her devoured prey, adding more vibration under her paws, which only drove her to rub herself more vigorously. She slowly licked her lips in reminiscence of Frost’s taste, hearing his mangled begs for mercy while digestion ran its course. “Not getting out of this one, you scrumptious snack,” she purred, eyes rolling over to the discarded Reviver Seed. “You’ll be nothing but extra weight on my hips before too long.” Her constant, contented smile grew when a responding wail roared out from her belly, followed by a 30-second series of [b]glrrrrrrn[/b]s and [b]chlorrp[/b]s, digestion ratcheting up further. Ash’s cheeks suddenly plumped out, and a short, saliva-spattering [b]urrp[/b] followed. The Zorua expelled a clump of sopping-wet blue-and-white fur, making her chuckle humorlessly. “Oh, not much time left, is there? But it’s not that late, so I think I’ll take a little walk.” Another mix of gurgles and unintelligible dialog emanated from Ash’s belly, which sagged and nearly scraped the ground when she stood on all fours and stretched, flicking her bushy tail about. After another smack of her lips she climbed out of her den and ambled out into the forest blanketed by the night.\n\nAsh walked for a solid hour. Her full, churning stomach rocked back and forth to the tune of her gait, tail wagging merrily as she went. Frost sputtered and cried out and begged over and over to be set free. But after several sways of the Zorua’s tummy re-coating the Fennekin in piles of sticky stomach fluids, he devolved into screams and cries for mercy as the acids worked into his fur. Unable to budge from his fate, Frost could do nothing but hear the sizzling action of digestion against his body, starting to sting more than itch. Ash, meanwhile, enjoyed the stomach squirms, the night air against her own fluffy coat, and the feeling of being so full. She saw other Pokémon spying at her for just a moment before they scampered, lest they became dessert. The Pokémon of the forest, unlike Frost, knew exactly how dangerous she could be. Keeping distance was crucial for survival. As such, Ash was left alone for the duration of her lengthy jaunt through the forest, returning home when the moon was fully-risen and offering its scant illumination to the slumbering forest.\n\nFeeling refreshed and sleepy, Ash skulked down into her den and yawned, lowering her front and raising her rear, stretching out and flicking her tail in delight. Her bulging stomach peeked out between her legs, squishing harshly and groaning audibly. She could still feel fitful squirming protests from her Fennekin dinner, but there was no more sound coming from him. “Mmmm… good night, Fennekin.” Ash taunted cruelly, before laying down in the middle of her den. Her bloated, malleable belly squashed greatly against the den floor, forced to sprawl out her sides and under her rear. Frost, conscious but immobile, could only internally screech as the walls closed in on all sides. It drove him completely into the pools of stomach acids, squelching him flat and contorting his form in most uncomfortable ways. By the time Ash had laid down, she felt nary a kick from her devoured Pokémon meal. With a last lick of her lips, Ash nestled her head down to the ground, snout under a leg and poking to the churning gut, and fell asleep. Frost’s night lasted a few hours more, unable to do a thing as digestion slowly, loudly, painfully worked to gurgle him away into Zorua fat.\n\nEventually, like all of Ash’s meals, the Fennekin slipped out of consciousness for good.\n\nAsh slept well into the morning, only arising when a particularly loud [b]GLRRT[/b] bubbled out from her belly. The well-fed Zorua rolled onto her back and stretched her limbs out in every direction, yawning loudly in the process. She looked down at herself and sleepily smiled. “Slept well, I take it?” she asked her belly, much smaller, quieter, and softer than the previous night. She purred and ran a paw over the paunch that Frost had left behind, the hours of roiling digestion making her sleep most exquisite. The soft bellyfat shifted to every paw prod, and jiggled about when she lifted the paw away. Ash rolled back onto all fours, stretched, and looked over herself, smug satisfaction written on every feature. “You certainly left your mark,” Ash mused. With one flick of her tail she caused her thickened-out thighs to jiggle, Frost amplifying the Zorua’s curves generously. The belly paunch sagged, with more plumpness sticking out either side.\n\nAsh felt like her den had shrunk overnight, but the reality was much more obvious in that there was simply more of Ash to go around! She managed her way out of the den and looked about the beautiful morning, leaving Frost’s scarf and Reviver Seed behind along with her other collected treasures from wayward Pokémon who’d found their way down her gullet. Ash smirked, a spark of light flashing out, leaving a smug Rattata standing where a Zorua stood a moment ago. One much chubbier than yesterday, and still bearing her set of gold and pale eyes. Ash the Rattata took a few test steps, looking over her Frost-enhanced transformation with a devious grin. She smacked her lips then journeyed onward. “Time to find some breakfast.”\n\n[center]© 2022 Lutro https://furaffinity.net/user/lutro[/center]\n",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": "