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While Vergo and Dantalion are certainly ones to stick together, the long periods that Vergo isn't there lead to the delphox craving more. Within the events of the story, this takes place veeeerrry far along, with the obstagoon obtaining his much coveted arch demon rank. That is a longer story for another time however.
Enjoy the gradual developing relationship between two that never thought they would forge a bond with one another~
Also with an M/F alt, and a slightly different writing for it~
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M/M version
Within the quiet halls of the mansion, around the back sat a lone room belonging to a delphox. Within it stood a large cauldron, along with various books, a comfortable chair and lamps with candles to protect the fragile flame housed within.
Inside, a delphox, with a beautiful coat, supple frame and small in stature, easy to confuse for a female if not for the sheath nestled between the legs, sat idly, reading a book to himself in the chair. As he did, he fondled a small dark colored scale in his claw, only to eventually put the book down and sigh. With it, he moved the claw into his field of vision and began to stare at it.
"What did I do wrong…? Did I come on too strongly? Were the chocolates…not good enough? Or did I simply push too much too quickly…? Haa…Vergo…where did you go…?"
As he looked at the claw, a soft knock against his door pulled his focus away from the item, leaving him to sigh once more before putting it down on the table next to him.
"I'm coming…"
Upon reaching the door, he pulled it open, fully expecting the Puppet Master himself, leaving his gaze to trend downward. However, as he looked, his eyes met with a thick sheath, clearly home to a well endowed male mammal, with chiseled leg muscles. Going up slowly, his eyes met with a similarly muscular build, black, gray and white fur, and a long coat around the shoulders.
"F-fenrir? Why would you visit…me? And at this time of night?"
The new wolf-like archdemon looked down at the thin and scrawny mage fox, their size differences being evident just by standing next to one another.
"You've been in a real downer mood as of late. Came to see how you were doing. See if you wanted a bit of company."
The comment took the delphox by surprise, causing him to pause as Fenrir waited to be let in. Despite a part of him wanting to say no, the Aderon part of his psyche adamantly refused to let him deny a male with such a large endowment not come inside. Thus, with a nervous nod, Dantalion moved out of the way, allowing the six foot tall wolf-badger inside.
"I never actually came to your place before. It's nice. Definitely very "you."”
As he spoke, Dantalion went and sat back down, doing his best to move any potential thoughts of what Fenrir could do to him with such a weapon out of his mind.
Without being given any response, Fenrir made his way around the room, admiring the plants and overall "mystic" vibe of it all. Passing by his personal pensive and large assortment of books, eventually he made it to the table, where the sight of a scale sat. A scale that Fenrir could immediately recognize and knew who it belonged to.
"...he isn't coming back, you know. None of 'em are. That Yama hasn't been back in a good while. But the rest of us have moved on. Ryme doesn't even bring him up."
"What do you know? They could return. And…"
"It's been over a year. How long are you going to cling to it?"
At this, Dantalion looked down at the scale on the table. He started long and hard at it, before pulling himself up and motioning Fenrir to sit.
One to happily oblige, Fenrir say himself down, before the delphox returned, sitting between his legs and letting the tip of the obstagoons sheath poke at the entrance of his rear.
"So what do you suggest I do?"
Fenrir, seeing the nervousness in his voice, pulled an arm around the fox, before gently stroking his chest with one clawed hand, while the other gently toyed with the foxes miniature sheath.
"Stop living in the past…living in a fantasy. And come back to reality."
"You say it as if they'll…ha….never return…"
"Aderon is special. Unique…like no other world besides. Those weaklings will never come back here…for fear of the strength we have here. So what I'm saying…is stop aiming for less…and aim for what you have now. A mon, who wants nothing else but to make you the happiest girl he can…"
At that, the delphox looked down, trying to hide his face of enjoyment from Fenrir as he clutched the claw around his chest tightly with his own.
"S-stupid…calling me that. I'm not like Ryme…"
"Too bad…if you were, we could make wonderful children while I knock you up over and over. Treat you how you should, and not how that dumb dragon thinks you should."
"I-I…"
Dantalion was unsure what to say, letting his thoughts on it all linger silently, causing Fenrir to pull back.
"Course if you don't want-"
Before he could get anywhere, Dantalion’s grip tightened around his claws, the delphox's tiny arms and hands dwarfing the size of the muscular badger.
"It wasn't a no…"
The comment left a smirk on Fenrir's face, and with it, his grip tightened around the weak little fox, before beginning to use him as promised. In a few short hours, the scale was left upon the table, as the once one person bed, now began to hold two pokémon upon it.
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M/F version
Within the quiet halls of the mansion, around the back sat a lone room belonging to a delphox. Within it stood a large cauldron, along with various books, a comfortable chair and lamps with candles to protect the fragile flame housed within.
Inside, a delphox, with a beautiful coat, supple frame, small in stature, with an hourglass figure none could ever mistake as anything other than female, sat idly, reading a book to herself in the chair. As she did, hse fondled a small dark colored scale in his claw, only to eventually put the book down and sigh. With it, she moved the claw into her field of vision and began to stare at it.
"What did I do wrong…? Did I come on too strongly? Were the chocolates…not good enough? Or did I simply push too much too quickly…? Haa…Vergo…where did you go…?"
As she looked at the claw, a soft knock against the door pulled her focus away from the item, leaving her to sigh once more before putting it down on the table next to her.
"I'm coming…"
Upon reaching the door, she pulled it open, fully expecting the Puppet Master himself, leaving her gaze to trend downward. However, as she looked, her eyes met with a thick sheath, clearly home to a well endowed male mammal, with chiseled leg muscles. Going up slowly, her eyes met with a similarly muscular build, black, gray and white fur, and a long coat around the shoulders.
"F-fenrir? Why would you visit…me? And at this time of night?"
The new wolf-like archdemon looked down at the thin and scrawny mage fox, their size differences being evident just by standing next to one another.
"You've been in a real downer mood as of late. Came to see how you were doing. See if you wanted a bit of company."
The comment took the delphox by surprise, causing her to pause as Fenrir waited to be let in. Despite a part of her wanting to say no, the Aderon part of her psyche knew that refusing entry to a male with such a large endowment was completely out of the question. Thus, with a nervous nod, Dantalion moved out of the way, allowing the six foot tall wolf-badger inside.
"I never actually came to your place before. It's nice. Definitely very "you."”
As he spoke, Dantalion went and sat back down, doing her best to move any potential thoughts of what Fenrir could do to her with such a weapon out of her mind.
Without being given any response, Fenrir made his way around the room, admiring the plants and overall "mystic" vibe of it all. Passing by her personal pensive and large assortment of books, eventually he made it to the table, where the sight of a scale sat. A scale that Fenrir could immediately recognize and knew who it belonged to.
"...he isn't coming back, you know. None of 'em are. That Yama hasn't been back in a good while. But the rest of us have moved on. Ryme doesn't even bring him up."
"What do you know? They could return. And…"
"It's been over a year. How long are you going to cling to it?"
At this, Dantalion looked down at the scale on the table. She started long and hard at it, before pulling herself up and motioning Fenrir to sit.
One to happily oblige, Fenrir say himself down, before the delphox returned, sitting between his legs and letting the tip of the obstagoons sheath poke at the folds between her legs.
"So what do you suggest I do?"
Fenrir, seeing the nervousness in his voice, pulled an arm around the fox, before gently stroking her breast with one clawed hand, while the other gently toyed with the little mages clit.
"Stop living in the past…living in a fantasy. And come back to reality."
"You say it as if they'll…ha….never return…"
"Aderon is special. Unique…like no other world besides. Those weaklings will never come back here…for fear of the strength we have here. So what I'm saying…is stop aiming for less…and aim for what you have now. A mon, who wants nothing else but to make you the happiest girl he can…"
At that, the delphox looked down, trying to hide her face of enjoyment from Fenrir as she clutched the claw around her chest tightly with her own.
"Are you...saying what I think...?"
"I want to be your master Dantalion. I've never met another woman who's stirred feelings like this inside me. Let me be your guardian, and help shepard in a new begging for our family name. Let's make wonderful children together while I knock you up over and over. Treat you how you should, and not how that dumb dragon thinks you should."
"I-I…"
Dantalion was unsure what to say, letting her thoughts on it all linger silently, causing Fenrir to pull back.
"Ah, of course if you don't want-"
Before he could get anywhere, Dantalion’s grip tightened around his claws, the delphox's tiny arms and hands dwarfing the size of the muscular badger.
"It wasn't a no…"
The comment left a smirk on Fenrir's face, and with it, his grip tightened around the weak little fox, before beginning to use her as promised. In a few short hours, the scale was left upon the table, as the once one person bed, now began to hold two pokémon upon it.