Fleece: (n) 1. the coat of wool that covers a sheep or a similar animal. 2.a fabric with a soft, silky pile, used for warmth, as for lining garments. (v) 1. to deprive of money or belongings by fraud, hoax, or the like; swindle. 2. to remove the fleece of (a sheep).
She has truly outdone herself this time, the niffler decides as she sneaks carefully toward the giant lake in the middle of the room.
There is splashing from the lake, where a human - not her human - with abnormally large teats (her human does not have teats like that) is swimming up and down. It doesn't appear to be drowning and it hasn't noticed her, so she lowers herself closer to the ground and wobbles forward. She is doing a very good job of walking, she is sure, and after she gets that beautiful green and silver cloth on the floor into her pouch and back down all the move-y stairs and into the yellow-and-black burrow which includes her human's den, her human will have to admit that she's not a baby anymore. She's three months old!
The strange fish-girl on the wall giggles just as the niffler begins to push the beautifully glittery fabric into her small pouch. That's not good. The regular splashing noises stop and her ears faintly pick up what sounds like her human cursing outside the lake-room.
Slowly, the strange human turns to follow the finger of the giggling wall-fish.
The girl looked at the niffler. The niffler looked at the girl. There was a deafening screech and the niffler took off toward the door as fast as her little legs could waddle.
"MY TOWEL!" the human screeched.
There was a great splash from behind the niffler - whose waddling was impaired by the long trail of silver-threaded fabirc dangling out of her pouch and back between her legs. Just as she began to squeeze under the door, where she could see her horrified human staring down at her, the niffler felt a horrible jerk and was pulled backward by the towel which still hung out of her.
The door opened.
Both niffler's human and the angry wet one yelped.
Then the angry one was holding the little niffler up, as the niffler finished shoving the towel into her pouch, parallel to her teats.
"Don't hurt her! She's just a baby!" her human exclaims. "She doesn't know any better." Her human sounds strange and when she turns her head she can see that he is very red and staring at the floor.
The human holding her (upside down!) suddenly laughs and lowers niffler (who was staring to feel quite dizzy). Wet-human braces herself against the doorframe with a hand. "It's alright," she drawled, in what sounded distinctly like a come-hither tone. "You may look."
Her human, Newt, glances up and away very quickly. The human holding niffler isn't wearing any fake furs and for some reason her human is flustered by it. "I am so sorry," he says, reaching out for niffler. "Let me get her to give you your towel back, um..."
"Leta," says the wet human. "Leta Lestrange." Niffler hears her pause as her human turns her furry little body upside-down and tickels. Then the wet-female continues. "You know, most boys who managed to break into the prefect's bathroom to watch a girl swim without her clothes wouldn't be so quick to help her cover up."
The towel - such a beautiful, soft, shimmery thing - is finally pulled all the way out of her pouch and offered, by her human, shyly to the female. Niffler wonders if her human would put her to bed properly before mating with the female. "You really didn't do this on purpose, did you?" the female asks, bemused.
"I am so sorry," niffler's Newt says again. "She's a baby and she likes shiny things."
"Soft things to, I imagine," the female replies as she wraps niffler's prise around her teats and body, "it's fleece."
Re: Fill: The Purloined Pouch (1/6) REPOST due to editing issues.
She has truly outdone herself this time, the niffler decides as she sneaks carefully toward the giant lake in the middle of the room.
There is splashing from the lake, where a human - not her human - with abnormally large teats (her human does not have teats like that) is swimming up and down. It doesn't appear to be drowning and it hasn't noticed her, so she lowers herself closer to the ground and wobbles forward. She is doing a very good job of walking, she is sure, and after she gets that beautiful green and silver cloth on the floor into her pouch and back down all the move-y stairs and into the yellow-and-black burrow which includes her human's den, her human will have to admit that she's not a baby anymore. She's three months old!
The strange fish-girl on the wall giggles just as the niffler begins to push the beautifully glittery fabric into her small pouch. That's not good. The regular splashing noises stop and her ears faintly pick up what sounds like her human cursing outside the lake-room.
Slowly, the strange human turns to follow the finger of the giggling wall-fish.
The girl looked at the niffler. The niffler looked at the girl. There was a deafening screech and the niffler took off toward the door as fast as her little legs could waddle.
"MY TOWEL!" the human screeched.
There was a great splash from behind the niffler - whose waddling was impaired by the long trail of silver-threaded fabirc dangling out of her pouch and back between her legs. Just as she began to squeeze under the door, where she could see her horrified human staring down at her, the niffler felt a horrible jerk and was pulled backward by the towel which still hung out of her.
The door opened.
Both niffler's human and the angry wet one yelped.
Then the angry one was holding the little niffler up, as the niffler finished shoving the towel into her pouch, parallel to her teats.
"Don't hurt her! She's just a baby!" her human exclaims. "She doesn't know any better." Her human sounds strange and when she turns her head she can see that he is very red and staring at the floor.
The human holding her (upside down!) suddenly laughs and lowers niffler (who was staring to feel quite dizzy). Wet-human braces herself against the doorframe with a hand. "It's alright," she drawled, in what sounded distinctly like a come-hither tone. "You may look."
Her human, Newt, glances up and away very quickly. The human holding niffler isn't wearing any fake furs and for some reason her human is flustered by it. "I am so sorry," he says, reaching out for niffler. "Let me get her to give you your towel back, um..."
"Leta," says the wet human. "Leta Lestrange." Niffler hears her pause as her human turns her furry little body upside-down and tickels. Then the wet-female continues. "You know, most boys who managed to break into the prefect's bathroom to watch a girl swim without her clothes wouldn't be so quick to help her cover up."
The towel - such a beautiful, soft, shimmery thing - is finally pulled all the way out of her pouch and offered, by her human, shyly to the female. Niffler wonders if her human would put her to bed properly before mating with the female. "You really didn't do this on purpose, did you?" the female asks, bemused.
"I am so sorry," niffler's Newt says again. "She's a baby and she likes shiny things."
"Soft things to, I imagine," the female replies as she wraps niffler's prise around her teats and body, "it's fleece."