Unovan Rose Act 7 Sneak Peek (Patreon)

Dragonair didn’t get pictures. Why exactly did they need to wear a nicer poke bonnet than usual while someone pointed a strange porygon their way? Better yet, why exactly did their image need to be displayed to everyone on the ‘web’. Whatever the heck that meant in this context, the dragon pokemon didn't know. Nor did they care enough to find out. At least, not in the face of their companion. At some point or another, Fraxure had been taken away to be fitted for a new frock or something. They were in good spirits, but that could easily change when they arriv-

*Here I am!* a voice announced, bringing with it Fraxure. Dressed in a gorgeous cyan dress, they looked to have paired with a tiny straw hat and a pair of flats. The finishing touch was a cyan ribbon on their tail.

*When I get legs, I'll be even prettier than you.* Dragonair announced and felt Fraxure pat them behind their bonnet. Good as it felt, it did little to defuse the jealousy hanging over the dragon pokemon.

*How do you know you're not one of those special dragonair's who only gets longer?* Fraxure announced and got a glare from Dragonair. Rose had claimed that they were both super close to evolving again, but they couldn't push the taking of photos out any further.

"Play nice, my ladies." Rose called out and both of her pokemon froze. Nearly caught in the act of fighting, that would not look particularly good in their mistress’s eyes. No, they needed to give off the illusion of being kind to each other. If they didn’t, they were bound to be punished and that would likely mean less meals and perhaps some kind of humiliating outfit. Best to avoid them when possible.

*Yes, Mistress Rose.* they announced, the sound of heels clicking against the tiles echoing back. Looking in that direction, both dragon pokemon were taken aback. Rose approached, dressed in the most elaborate ballgown the pair had ever seen. Cyan fabric lovingly glided just above the floor, the hem done up in a slightly darker shade. The rustling of petticoats and tulle brought forth feelings of joy for Dragonair and Fraxure. As did the strappy cyan platform pumps they could very much hear under all those layers. Moving out to the skirt itself, someone had gone through the trouble of doing intricate lace and frills with a circle of pink ribbons near the bottom. Silk white opera gloves cover her arms and hands, leading right into a set of cyan puff sleeves on Rose’s shoulders. Leading into a pink tourmaline choker, her lips and makeup had been done up to make her shine even more. Pink locks of hair had been done up in an elaborate beehive. Strings of pearls had been set within, giving the appearance of a lady pulled right out a painting and into real life. Giving them a curtsy, she elegantly took her place between her two pokemon. Looking in the porygon, a beautiful smile formed on her face as the flash went off. Or more exactly, three flashes, to be exact.

“Oh my.” Rose announced, raising a gloved hand to her mouth. Leave it to her partners to manage to mess this up by way of evolving at the same time. Letting out the girliest and refined chuckle possible, her gaze swiveled to the photographer. Getting a thumbs-up, she breathed a sigh of relief. “I guess I’m going to need to get my beautiful ladies-in-waiting new outfits.”

Haxorus raised an eyebrow. What the heck was their lady talking about here? They felt perf-

Staring down at their body, what remained of their beautiful dress was now a vest. Looking over to Dragonite, they were looking no better. The bonnet was destroyed and they needed a hug.

*Really?* Dragonite announced and Rose nodded, her hair threatening to come apart with a single bounce. That could be looked past here. No, right now they needed to be comforted after what had just happened.