278 Vol. 4 pt. 81 Patch 14.0: An Explosive Date (2/2)
”It may not be fluffy, Saya, but you have fluffy ears and a fluffy tail. That makes you, overall, a fluffy puppy girl. Now, every puppy girl, regardless of how fluffy she may or may not be, needs belly rubs. Belly rubs go hand-in-hand with fluff. You're part me, so you should understand this. I am going to be disappointed if you don't understand.”
Saya stands up, crosses her arms over her chest, and pouts while swinging her head with enough force to smack him in the face again but with one of her twintails this time. ”Baka onii-wan! It's weird to rub a girl's belly no matter how fluffy she is!”
”There is nothing weird about rubbing a girl's belly, even if she is not fluffy at all. All that matters is the fluff on the inside.”
”I have no fluff on the inside! All I have on the inside is coding!”
”Then what matters is the fluff inside of your coding.”
”I'm telling you that there isn't any!”
”You're wrong, Saya,” Fenrir says, standing up with a confident pose. ”You are part me! If you are part me, then that means the part of me that is so undeniably, powerfully fluffy is also part of you!”
”Wh-what?!”
”Look deep into your programmed soul, Saya. You know that it is true. You know that you have fluff inside of you. There is no denying it.”
”Th-that's nonsense, onii-wan!”
”Then why do you keep calling me 'wan,' and why did you give yourself puppy ears and a puppy tail?”
”On-only for fanservice for you! Since you did a good thing last night! Hmph!”
”That may be part of why you have done this, but we both know that there is more to it. You want to be fluffy, don't you?”
”N-no way. I'd never want to – I'd never want to be like this just because!”
”Saya, it's okay to admit it. I'm not going to judge you.”
”Not being judged by you doesn't mean anything!”
”You're not wrong, but still. Just embrace your inner fluff – embrace your inner desire to be man's best friend. Embrace your inner desire to be my best friend!” Fenrir shouts with a much more dramatic and passionate voice than he has any right to be using right now.
In fact, there is practically so much passion flowing out of him that it manifests into a gust of air and blows back Saya's hair.
Before her stands a true connoisseur of fluff.
”Now, Saya, are you ready?” Fenrir asks, striking a pose as every bit as dramatic as his voice.
”Re-ready for what?” Saya asks before gulping.
Fenrir holds out one of his hands, turned upside down, and says, ”Paw.”
In this moment, Saya's virtual reality breaks down around her. It's as if all of her tsun-ness has been stripped away to reveal the true dere-puppy-pseudo-little-sister within her. Stars fly by her, galaxies explode and fill space with a myriad of brilliant colors while forming new life, and Saya places her hand on top of Fenrir's.
”Good girl,” Fenrir says, petting the top of her head with his other hand.
”Wo-woof,” Saya says, officially joining the list of girls that Fenrir has gotten to give him ”paw” and say ”woof.”
It is in this moment that Fenrir realizes what he must do.
Once his date with Azalabulia is over, Serra and Nell are next for him fluffy-fying.
Before that, though, he gets slapped in the face again.
”You better have appreciated that! Hmph. That's all the fanservice you're getting in like, forever!” Saya pouts.
”You'll be back for more. Nobody can resist the fluff once they have given into it,” Fenrir says, still unphased despite both of his cheeks now glowing red with marks from her hands.
”Hmph!”