Unovan Rose Act 9 (Patreon)

Goodra looked around their new surroundings. Ever since hearing about the Flower Garden Troupe, they had always wanted to go and see them. Now, that dream has become a reality. On their left, stood the beautiful Haxorus. Dressed in a blue (almost cyan) bustle dress, what looked to be opera gloves had been slipped up their claws and arms. Made the matching bow on their tail all the cuter.

Dragonite, on the other hand, was adorned in a ballgown. Done up in lavender fabric, a beautiful poke bonnet had been fitted to their head in such a way that it wouldn’t accidentally pierce through. A pair of white cuffs with a loop of lavender ribbon attached near his claws. Much like Haxorus, they too were sporting a matching bow on their tail.

*I get that you’re excited, but could you not drip everywhere?* Haxorus announced, taking a moment to curtsy for Goodra and Dragonite. Afterwards, their attention shifted to the goo dragon pokemon. A puddle laid at their feet, the direct result of their wet, gooey exterior. While it couldn’t be helped, there had to be a way to keep the dripping to the minimum. At least, without ruining their own outfits in turn.

*Sorry. I’m just anxious.* Goodra answered, looking about for Rose. She had been gone for a while and hadn’t said anything about where she was going. At least beyond having something important to go too.

“Good afternoon, my ladies. How are you three?” a voice called out, bringing with Rose. Dressed in a cyan bustle, she had forgone the poke bonnet. Instead, a cyan headband served to hold her locks back. Her makeup was… alright. Not great, but still clearly elegant. Of course, all that paled in comparison in the bag she was holding at her side.

*Something the matter, milady?* Haxorus inquired and Rose shook her head. Doing her best to split focus between her three partners, that was easier said than done. Even as the trio of dragon pokemon closed the distance between her and them.

“No. Had my doctor’s appointment, got more meds for my transition, picked up the outfit I ordered for Goodra and then ran into an old lady.” Rose explained and got an eyebrow raise from Haxorus. Waiting a second to see if they had anything to add here, she let out a deep breath. “She was dressed in a massive pastel cyan hoop skirt and she kind of reminded me of myself. Especially the way she walked. If you get what I’m saying.”

Now, it was Dragonite’s turn to raise an eyebrow. While they didn’t doubt Rose’s claim, such an occurrence felt impossible. It would almost be as if she had traveled back in time and lived the rest of her life here.

*Did you ask her anything?* Dragonite inquired and got a nod from the actress. Looking over to Goodra and Haxorus, they were met with shrugs.

“We just did small talk. She seemed like a nice lady, but I never got the chance to actually ask her name.” Rose answered and bent down to be on Goodra’s level. Setting the bag on the floor, she waited a moment for the goo dragon pokemon to stop dripping. Or at least, not drip as much. “Goodra, I’m going to need you to hold still for me. Okay?”

Goodra nodded, doing their best to hold still as Rose pulled a garment down their head and body. Done up in dark latex, Goodra’s mind was racing. While it was likely to not be as fancy as the garments that adorned their companions, it would still serve a purpose. Especially as Goodra felt something get fitted onto their claws. Looking down, they were met with short latex gloves. Done up the same black color as the garment that was pulled down, Goodra felt their entire body sit down. Straining their neck, they could just make out Rose slipping on a pair of the cutest mary janes they had ever seen. Just their size, they would do nicely.

“There you go. What do you think?” Rose inquired as Goodra examined their body proper. A black latex maid dress proudly clung to their flesh, giving the illusion of a proper maid. Resisting the urge to bounce up and down,

*It’s perfect.* Goodra announced and Rose got up. Looking over to her other pokemon, she was met with a smile. There was much work to be done, but she was in it for the long haul.