"Fuck... fuck... fuck..." The Flaffy lady looked over as she held on to the rail on the big ship. This was her second day of traveling, and she should be on the island already. Looking back, she noticed the sailor staring at her, muttering something under his breath. Elizabeth gazed away, sighing. She didn't want to close her eyes, knowing that once she did, she would start remembering it all. But eventually, tiredness got the best of her, and the events began running through her mind.
Elizabeth used to live in Saffron, working for an important company as a consultant. She had a fairly successful and happy life, but now and then, she'd go to the special salon to receive a shear. The cash she received for her wool was more than enough to have a nice lifestyle, but she craved for more - that sense of accomplishment. So she completed studies, but her boss never took her seriously. He should have...
Two nights ago, Elizabeth had stayed late to finish up some reports, and he approached her. He was not bad looking, a tall imposing Leafeon, she found him handsome, but however, the advances he had towards his secretary and the other ladies in the office made her disgusted at times. That night was her turn. It seemed...
He took the chance, pushing his chest against her back and in a swift move, he pinned her to the desk, asking her to stay quiet and cooperate if she wanted her raise. A bad, bad idea...
Tears ran down her cheeks, Elizabeth sprang back to reality, gazing down at her purse, full with cash, and gazing further down, she noticed her dress still stained with blood. Her home, her car, belongings, everything, she sold away as soon as she could and got as little or as much as she could, it didn't mattered. She couldn't face the possibility of going to jail for killing her own boss. One third of her money, she gave to one of the sailors in the dock in exchange for taking her to the most secluded location, no questions asked, and keeping off the records.
Finally, the ship hit the dock. Wide-eyed, she saw scantly clad islanders from all species approach the ship, but they seemed to be very civilized in their attitude and they seemed to speak the same language as her. A sailor came to inform her that she was finally in her destination. With a nod, she made her way down, giving everyone a noticeable tip for their help, and with that, as the islanders traded goods, several of them approached her.
"Look, what a beautiful wool," one said.
"She's so beautiful, and that soft silky wool," another added.
"So pure, Lord Yervant will love it," a third chimed in.
Finally, pushing through the crowd, a large female Flareon stood in front of Elizabeth.
"You, outsider, what business do you have out of the ship?"
Gulping, Elizabeth looked at the female Flareon, her muscles firmly tensed under her velvety fur.
"Greetings Miss, my name is Elizabeth and I ... have come here to ask of your people to allow me to stay in the island... I.."
"Well, look, young miss, normally we don't allow outsiders to waltz in just like that, but in your case... perhaps you could be of some use for us, however, if you decide to stay, there's no going back to mainland."
"T-that's fine Miss, I would like to stay, if you want, I could give you all..."
The Flareon glanced down in disdain as the Flaaffy opened her purse full of money.
"Keep that stuff away," she said, "it is of no value to us, but for now, follow me."
Nodding, Elizabeth followed the Flareon, as soon as they were away from view of the ship.
The Flareon sighed, removing her improvised top and loincloth, beaming happily.
"I hate it how we have to keep covered for those silly mainlanders..." Looking over, she gave a grin.
"Look at you, you're sweating already! Why don't you take your clothes off as well?"
Elizabeth looked at her, wide-eyed, shaking her head.
"No way!" She chuckled, shaking her head and the two just kept walking off into the distance.
Eventually, they reached the main temple on the island. The talk ceased, but Elizabeth was thankful; she was out of breath, the walk was long, and she had been quite surprised. None of the islanders seemed to be wearing clothes at all, save for one or another cloak and the rare loincloth, but yet, nobody seemed to mind. They all seemed so peaceful with each other.
The rest of the evening went on with Elizabeth speaking with the rulers of the island, negotiating her stay. By the end of it, her head was pounding, but they had agreed to her terms and conditions. When she stepped out of the temple, her guardian would be waiting for her.<|im_end|>
Lance had been about to go hunting when the flareon had entered his tent. He was a hunter, an Arcanine, he was known as the strongest male hunter on the island. He had stood there naked as the flareon explained that a ship was coming in today. Understanding why he was interrupted from his morning hunt, he sighed as he pulled on the loincloth and headed out to the dock. True, he knew his hunting partner, a very lovely and quite deadly Lopunny might be mad at him, but he knew he could endure her wrath. This was a big occasion; they rarely got ships and if some of the best warriors were not there, it was considered a danger. Lance stood there watching the lone Flaafy disembark before the ship left. He huffed a bit and he began to walk away, heading for the elder's hut as he saw that was where their new visitor was going. As soon as he could, he removed his loincloth and sighed as his massive cock was now exposed. He was one of the biggest males in the village, if not the biggest. Smiling, he headed to and stood right outside the elder's hut as she was led inside. He waited once again as he crossed his arms while he waited until one of the elders actually left the tent and told Lance of his new job. He was to be her guardian. Sighing, as he did not want to be some farmer and take care of a wool factory. But he nodded and respected the elders as he waited for the girl to leave and he gave a small nod as he looked at her "Come on now, it is time to get going home" he said as he turned and he began to walk away.<|im_end|>