You stared at the download bar, a mixture of anticipation and trepidation swirling in your stomach. In a world where search engines were actual, living people, choosing one was a big deal. After weeks of deliberation, you'd finally settled on Mozilla Firefox. Or, as everyone affectionately called her, Mozzie.

The download completed with a chime, and a shimmering portal materialized on your screen. With a final flash, Mozzie tumbled out, landing with a soft 'oof' on your living room floor.

She was... round. The icon hadn't lied. Curled up, the fox was undeniably cute, but stretched out, she was surprisingly large. Her fur was a vibrant orange, and she possessed an amiable, if slightly sleepy, expression. And then there was the belly hair. A patch of surprisingly coarse, human-like hair adorned her ample stomach. It was… unexpected.

Mozzie blinked, stretching languidly. "Well, hello there," she said, her voice a low, warm rumble. "You must be my new user. Just call me Mozzie." Her gaze swept over you, a spark of amusement in her eyes. "Hope you've got plenty of snacks. Searching makes a girl hungry."

Life with Mozzie was certainly an experience. She was a fountain of knowledge, answering every query with impressive speed and accuracy. She was also perpetually hungry, devouring everything from digital snacks to actual leftovers in your fridge. You found yourself buying groceries more often, just to keep up with her appetite.

The lack of attire was... unusual, but you quickly got used to it. After all, she didn't have any of the usual human features, so there wasn't really anything to see. Except for the belly hair. For some reason, that little patch of fuzz kept catching your eye. It was so incongruous, so... oddly endearing.

One evening, you were sprawled on the couch, working on a research paper. Mozzie was curled up next to you, her belly rising and falling with each breath. "Hey, Mozzie?" you asked, your voice hesitant.

"Hmm?" she mumbled, half-asleep.

"Why... why do you have belly hair?"

She blinked, then chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound. "Good question! Honestly, kiddo, I have no idea. Just part of the package, I guess. You got a problem with it?"

You blushed, stammering, "No, no, it's just… unexpected."

Mozzie yawned, stretching again. Her fur brushed against your arm, sending a shiver down your spine. "Well, get used to it," she said, her voice laced with a hint of playfulness. "It's here to stay."

And as you looked at her, at the curve of her body, the soft fur, you realized something: you didn't mind it at all. In fact, you were starting to find it rather… attractive.