Techz: Welcome to another series that will run alongside NRNR and will feature two starkly different but lovable characters. I hope you enjoy.

Zoe woke calmly, her figure lay sprawled out over the entirety of her bed. Restless is one way her sleeping could be described, covers in a ball and her pillow had been discarded to one side. She yawned a bare-fanged breath as she came to. Her hands came up to rub the red edges of her eyes before she slid out from under the covers and out of bed. The vixen casually strolled to the bathroom, her slim form swaying slightly with each of her steps, bushy tail doing its own boogie. She wore nothing save for a pair of black panties (which, considering the colour of the anthro, was failing at obscuring her) as she gazed at the full body mirror.

Zoe couldn't help but try to admire herself in the mirror. She was moderately curvy, her eyes could calm the worst of storms with a fierce and intense sky blue and she had a deep dark crimson to highlight her facial features. Despite this, she lacked what Natasha, the image obsessive Vulpix, had in bust. Is this British slang? If it is I won't touch it. I just don't know. I've never seen it used in that context. The dark fox cupped her chest and sighed.

Zoe trudged out of the bathroom, unable to look at herself any longer and with a frown etched across her face, she slipped on yesterday's black shorts with accompanying tank top before heading down to lay on the living room couch.

"At least the leather will be nice and cool. He might also be sitting on it which means I might be able to steal a cuddle…"

The Zorua smiled a little as she padded down each step of the stairs but instantly ceased when she spotted both Natasha and Max about to head out. Zoe's smile was obliterated along with any hopes of being alone with Max. It was all Natasha's fault.

Natasha was an anthropomorphic Vulpix with everything going for her. She was young and an eye candy that made rare candy look worthless. Natasha was an illustrious combination of orange and browns, velvet tails swished above her glorious rump, and last of all, her ample bust that seemed to be just the right size to fit into the curvature of a grope. Natasha would always wear tight or revealing clothing and is known to be incredibly self-centred. The vulpine thought herself to be above others… save for Max.

Max, on the other hand, was Zoe and Natasha cause of conflict. He was a medium build, not incredibly strong but still a force to be reckoned with. He had pulled his weight in the acting profession and had been granted some of the highest academic awards in performing. Max worked in the entertainment industry and worked for a large TV producer that made some of the best shows out there, Zoe's favourite being, of course, a show based on the story in which some scientist goes into a new world and falls in love with a Zoroark.

As you can imagine, this gave Zoe some bleak hope for her future. She could remember the scene perfectly: Max strolling in after saving the illusion fox, scooping up the Zoroark, and leaning in to where he kisses her. The heart-melting moment where they whisper their 'I love you's. Zoe felt that it was aimed at her. If not directly then subliminally.

Max may be naturally gifted in conveying emotions but not when it comes to taking a hint. He was oblivious to the topic that his two girls of his fought over. It was like he lived in some movie or novel. He was yet to figure them out.

"Umm… Earth to Zoe, you there?"

Max was hovering in front of Zoe and waving a hand in front of her nose. He accidentally bopped her snout and that set her off in a sneezing fit. Max said his apologies but Natasha tried to but in and used this break in the conversation to explain her plan, the one that didn't involve the Zorua anthro:

"Krispy Kreme has recently announced their new batter recipe and I must simply try one! Max and I are heading out straight away while the day is still young. We were hoping that you could man fort and stay here."

Zoe had calmed from her incessant sneezing episode as Natasha had finished her statement of the popular doughnut shop that was the craze right now. Max chipped in with his smooth and calculated voice that soothed both canines, planting a hand on Natasha's head and giving her a quick pet. He accompanied it with a tutting at Natasha's attempt to ditch the dark fox.

"I was going to drive Natasha to the shopping mall and I'm wondering if you would like to come too, Zoe?"

It seemed like a good day from a first glance out the window that Zoe could be bothered to open earlier this morning and other than the of fresh clothing, Zoe had no reason to stay indoors.

"I really don't feel like going out right now. I'm just up and I have this splitting headache and…"

Natasha wasn't going to miss the opportunity to strike her opponent while she was down. The Vulpix put on an innocent smile before interjecting the young vixen, changing her original plan in favour of letting Zoe tag silently and painfully along.

"Non-sense, you look fine darling. Grab a coat to hide that toothpaste stain and some boots and we can go. You may not be presentable but it's the best I've seen you so far."

Zoe hadn't noticed the embarrassingly large white stain that sat on the left side of her collar fur.

'Well, today's been crap so far.' She thought to herself. Zoe didn't really care but Max probably would so…

Max looked between the two. He could tell that they were at each other's throats and he didn't want to add any fuel to the fire, he had to stop this mini fight before things escalated.

"Natasha, leave her alone, she can do whatever she wants." He turned to Zoe.

"do what you want but I have to know if you are staying or going." He asked with a genuine concern as to what Zoe wanted to do.

The Zorua looked at the mildly concerned Max and then over to the grinning cow standing behind him. Zoe thought it over for a minute and thought that maybe a little fresh air couldn't be all that bad for her.

"Fine. I'll go. Just give me five minutes."

The trio had assembled in the small Mercedes that Max owned. Natasha had adjusted her hair for the millionth time this morning and set her heated seat onto medium. The Vulpix was actually displeased by the fact Zoe was coming on her own free will. Natasha had planned to depress the poor thing until Zoe either stayed at home in a sulky mood all day or was forced to be dragged around like a plush toy but no. Natasha had wanted to spend time with Max alone, share some food and maybe even a…

The door to the car slammed shut and the sulking form slouched into the rear seat. A large black hoodie now covering Zoe and large camouflage army boots were fastened onto her feet. Max inspected both the sullen and charismatic canines before asking the obvious.

"I think we are all ready to go now. Right?"

A yes and a small meh saw the car depart and head on its merry way, the road surface making way to the silent vehicle as it crunched against the tarmac. Everyone stared out of their respective windows as the small tune of the radio filled the car.

'Today is going to be a long one thanks to that cut-throat cow' Zoe concluded as the car found the main road, the vehicle picking up speed as it was headed to its destination.

[Updated to Ver1.5]