Chapter 27: Chapter 27 - Sparring Match 2
No
'But she looks so happy with him…'
I said no
'You technically can't stop me.'
But I can give you a headache for the rest of your life and distract you during battle if I wanted.
'But then I would never be able to get you your own body.
You give her my precious Chimchar then when I am released I will make sure you are permanently stuck in female form! You understand!
Micro sighed at that as he saw Scootaloo take out another Zombie with Chimchar. The Pokémon had all grown a few levels as they reached the small alcove by her house that shielded them from the street view.
"Time to call them back," Micro said as he drew out the pokeballs. Scootaloo looked sad before she picked the cute fire monkey and hugged it. 'Come on you see how cute…'
Suddenly an image of him tied to a table as a dagger slowly made its way toward his crotch popped into his head.
'Gah!'
Oh look, I learned a new trick.
'Ok! That's it. I don't care how expensive it is, after the Fluttershy issue is resolved we are getting you out of my body.'
...you found a way?
Micro returned the four creatures to their pokeballs as he spoke.
'Possibly. It's something that comes at a high cost, both monetarily and probably physically to, but if we do it correctly…'
"I had a lot of fun today," Scootaloo said coming up to him. Micro pulled himself away from the conversation and smiled at his girlfriend.
"I did to. I just wish I could've done more today."
"What is it you are doing tonight?"
Micro hesitated a moment, trying to figure out how best to say it without revealing Frida and Zecora's secret.
"Well...basically I found someone who can train me in hand to hand and stealth. They pretty much make the training schedule."
"That sounds fun! Any chance I could meet them sometime?"
That made Micro hesitate again for an entirely different reason. An image of Frida doing perverted things with Zecora and making comments toward him. Then it shifted to making those comments to Scootaloo, or training them...in...other things….
"Um...Micro?" Scootaloo questioned.
"Oh!" Micro blushed. "Maybe. I will have to ask."
"Ok, well then…" she wrapped her arms around his neck and he smirks, placing his arms around her waist. They kiss deeply for a few minutes before Micro broke the ID. They separate and she smiles at him. "See you later. Enjoy tomorrow."
Blushing at the way she says that he watches the sway of her hips.
She knows how to work it…
'Hey! That's my girlfriend.'
Well if you…
She halts her thought.
'What?'
Nothing
'What were you going to say?'
Just drop it.
'Were you going to make a harem comment? As in you want to be a part of…'
The image of him on the table appeared again and he promptly shut up.
Later
Micro walked out of Frida's house through the back door, having read a note with directions to a forest training area.
'I have to explain the whole panties thing.'
Why? She didn't care.
'I just want to ok?!'
As he approaches, he begins to hear someone talking.
"Oh yeah? What's on underneath them? Pull them down slowly."
Micro and even Chara in his head blushed at that. He peeked from behind a tree to see Frida laying on a chair in her tank top and shorts.
"Oh I wish you were here and not at work grading. Just talk dirty to me."
With a slight nosebleed, Micro decides to try out his sneaking skills. Ducking into a crouch, he began making his way toward Frida. The busty ninja squeezes her breast.
"Oh my...yes...good Zecora...pull them all the way off and throw them across the room. If anyone walks in on you...oh! What am I doing? Well I guess if you want I can slip off my pants as well, though we have to switch to facetime."
Micro felt the sudden urge to reach for his phone and begin recording.
I'm not going to stop you
'You want a video of her to huh?'
...shut up…
With a grin, Micro pulled his phone out in anticipation of what was coming next. Frida stands up and slides her fingers into the waistband of her black shorts, slowly peeling them down to reveal a pink waistband. Micro bites his lip.
"KEEYAH!"
Before he realizes it, Micro felt a shot of pain between his eyes. Frida had thrown her phone, bouncing it off his forehead. A powerful kick landed on his stomach, kicking him back into a tree a few yards away.
"You still haven't mastered your pervy side yet," Frida set and held her hand out to catch her phone. "I will have to call you back love."
With a groan, Micro pulls himself up and rubs the spot on his forehead.
"How can I control that side when I hear you saying stuff like that!?"
"It's called self control kid," Frida said with a grin. "Not to mention you are so easy to mess with and I find it so very hilarious."
She grins and walks, sway to her hips which Micro forced himself to look away from. She stops in the middle of the training field and turns to face him.
"Now, I want to see if you progressed any in hand to hand through your dungeon training. So it's time to spar again."
Micro groans as he knows she probably just wants to toy with him again. That was when an idea popped into his head.
Oh that's dirty
'Yeah...but could it work?'
Worth a shot.
With a grin, Micro got into position and entered a combat stance.
"Oooh. Looks like you have something planned...let's see how far that will get you!"
Quick as a whip she throws down a handful of smoke bombs. Micro goes wide eyed at first, then realized his good fortune.
'Perfect cover.'
He darts into the smoke cover and feels his transformation taking place. A series of shuriken flew at him and he managed to duck the spinning metal.
Outside the smoke, Frida raised an eyebrow.
'What is he doing?' She thought.
"You would attack me my wife? I've never been so hurt in all my life!"
Frida went wide eyed as Zecora stumbled from the smoke. The shirt she wore was straining to contain the bountiful double ds, a large amount of cleavage showing between the buttons. The black pants struggled to contain a massively plump rear. She was clutching at her arm as if she had been hit.
"What the!" She gasped, mouth watering slightly at the sight. "You...how did you...who...who do you think I was having phone sex with before?! Using an imitation...of my wife's..hot body… won't change a damn thing!"
"I was on my way home from work early my sweet," 'Zecora' said. "I was pretending so I could surprise you with the ass you love to eat."
'Zecora' turns around and bends over. After some struggling, she gets the pants past her voluptuous rear, showing a pit of sky blue panties being swallowed by the chocolate cheeks.
"Micro…" Frida says, for once she is the one to turn crimson. "Don't mess with me like that...it won't…"
Suddenly her phone goes off. Answering it, her eye begins twitching.
"Oh, so you just finished grading papers. That's great. Thanks for letting me know my love. I will see you soon." She ends the call, still blushing, but now very much pissed off.
I think it backfired
Micro gulped as she saw Frida's expression.
"You clever little brat," she says as she closes her eyes. "I don't know how you figured out how to transform, and I applaud the boldness of taking the form of my love...but with my eyes closed-"
She leaps into the air and begins twisting in the air.
"It won't work!"
Micro tries to move away, but the pants still around her ankles caused her to trip and fall with a gasp to all fours, ass quivering and shaking in the air. The gasp was enough to get Frida to open her eyes for a second. She sees the image of her wife's fat rear jiggling up at her. With her concentration broken, she ends up landing next to Micro rather than on top of her.
"CHANGE BACK DAMMIT!" She says squeezing her eyes shut again. Micro here's this and takes the chance to kick off the pants.
"Why should I give up an advantage my pet?" She said standing up, swaying her hips. "This is the most frustrated I've seen you yet."
"You're not Zecora," Frida growled as she stood. "You're just that perverted teen Micro...who can transform...and has clones…"
Her imagination went wild for a second as she realized possible implications of that.
"Which means you've probably been using my wife's body…" In a flash, she delivers a roundhouse kick that knocks the copy of her wife off her feet. "I'm gonna kick your ass!"
She flips over to a rack of weapons and grabs a bo staff, giving it a few test twirls.
"I don't need my eyes to beat you boy!"
'Well I just made her more pissed'
You better think of something else quick!
Micro tries to move, but her balance is off with the massive rack and rear that she now sported.
'I need my normal female form!'
In a blur her body shifted until it was in her actual female form, shirt not straining as much and the panties simply covering a plump rear rather than being eaten by one. Briefly, she debated using HDD, but felt that would probably be too much. She began walking around behind Frida, only for the ninja's head to snap toward her.
"I can hear your footsteps!" She charged with the staff. Micro gasped and focused a burst of air around her feet. She was slightly lifted into the air and pushed herself away from the spot Frida attacked, causing her to miss.
'What can I do?!' Micro questioned Chara.
I don't know! Distract her some other way! Tell her about your harem plans! Just try something!
'Wait...harem...that's it!'
She quickly switched to the Scholar title to halve the MP cost of skills. Pouring magic into her transformation magic and creating a clone everytime she changed, Micro began grinning as she dodged the angry Ninja's increasingly wild strikes since she couldn't hear her steps. After enough were made, they all called out.
"Oh Frida!"
"Huh? Wha?" Frida was confused by the sudden increase in the number of voices.
"We need you!"
Wanting to understand what was going on, Frida opened her eyes. What she saw shocked her.
Around the room, clad only in the blue button ups and sky blue panties, were five incredibly attractive women. Zecora was there with her rear in the air, bouncing it for her love. Applejack And Rarity were posing together while Spitfire laid back seductively. Fluttershy was pretending to be nervous and pulling the back of the shirt down to cover her rear, only to show off more of her chest.
"Oh my!" Frida said, her hand going to her nose to stifle a rush of blood. Suddenly, she felt someone latch onto her back, legs around her waist, one arm across her eyes, and a sharp edge to her throat.
"You really should control your more perverted side," a feminine voice whispered in her ear. "It's called self control.
"You think you have me huh?" Frida asked. The hand that had been covering her nose shifted and gripped the wrist that held the dagger. With a twist from her and a gasp from the female Micro, the dagger clattered to the ground and Micro found herself flipped onto the grass. Before she could roll out of the way, a hand grabbed each of her wrists and pinned them to the ground. Frida was on top of her, panting as she held the girl down.
"What…" she started. "The hell...was that?!"
Micro looked up at her, taking in the 21 year old's rather attractive form.
"What?" Frida asked.
"Oh nothing," Micro asked. "It's just with you panting like this over top of me it looks like something a bit more naughty." A lick of the lips and Frida just stared at her, before bursting into laughter.
"You are something else kid! How about we take a break and you tell me a bit more about this form of your's."
{Written by Twistedphoenix1}
{Edited by SpedaHooves/KenKanekiTheCat/Me}
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