She sat in the corner, in only her pajamas, with her knees drawn up to her chest. The girl's head was nestled in her arms so only her long dark hair could be seen along with the catlike ears atop her head. And lying across her barefeet, was a slender tail, covered in fine brown fur.
The room was dark save for the few rays of morning light that filtered through the curtain. Sakaki sat just to right of it, away from the prying eyes she knew to be right outside her window. She'd been that way for about a week, afraid to set foot outside for fear of what she knew was waiting for her: throngs of eager, horny, Tamers.
It'd been bad enough, when she'd gone through puberty. Her body had practically developed overnight. By age seveteen, she had a body to die for; tall, shapely, athletic. It was enough to turn most women green with envy had the entire male student body clamoring for her. And that had been before the change. So it was a good thing her poke' genes had been late to develope... by almost five years.
During that time, she was watched. Carefully. They were like vultures. Their hopeful, lustful, stares had made her feel uneasy and more self conscious than what she'd already been. Especially when they started pestering her and following her home. What made it worse, was pokegirls were relatively unheard of in their area. In fact, only had been confirmed so far and that was Tomo, but no one was willing to put up with her. The only real alternative was Yomi as she was the only one who came anywhere near Sakaki in terms of looks and appeal. But Yomi was lucky and had dodged the bullet, so to speak. Turns out, she was perfectly normal. Sakaki was a different story.
She started noticing changes in her behaviour and sexuality shortly after her seventeenth birthday. Until then, sex had been the furthest thing from her mind. Now she found herself thinking about it every now and then, particullarly Nyamo's little talk that time last summer. Not that they were ever anything explicit, certainly nothing perverted. For her, it was simple matter of curiousity, like most girls her age. So she didn't see it as all that big a deal.
The closest she'd come had been the one time she had touched herself. Again, it was nothing extreme. She'd been bathing and had started on her breasts when the soapy cloth had brushed past her nipples, igniting a spark from the taut peaks that went straight to her groin. The sensation, while pleasurable, had been so sudden she had dropped her towel. Sakaki had bathed countless times, without even thinking, but had never had that sort of thing happen to her. It had left her feeling dirty and ashamed. She quickly rinsed, towled off, and exited the bath.
Then came the ears... and the tail.
It was kinda ironic really. She'd been obssessed with cute objects for years; especially cats. It didn't matter if they were real or not. To her, they were cute and adorable. Even the saddistic one that kept biting her. Now she was one, a skit tit at that.
Sakaki couldn't recall exactly when it'd happened, but once it did her school days were effectively over. There was no way she could risk it. Being a pokegirl meant she was subject to pokegirl rules and regulations. The law no longer applied to her. Worse, she was considered a subspecies meaning, she and her virginity were fair game to whoever managed to "bag" her first. And she just knew there'd be plenty of takers.
So she'd done the only thing she could do: cut school, without making it look like that's what she was doing. For the past week, she faked being ill; going so far as to have her parents call the school to varify her story. Yomi had been kind enough to bring her assignments over so Sakaki didn't fall behind in her studies. That had worked for the first few days, but then they started coming over, which is when she'd hidden in her room.
...where she'd been ever since.
Curiously, she moved toward the window, poised on all fours. She slowly rose to her knees, gripped the edge of the curtain, and opened it partway. Just enough to peek through the window without being seen. As she'd suspected, there was a swarm of eager Tamers (Kimura included) right outside, some with camcorders aimed directly at her windom. There were wild cheers and catcalls when they noticed her, causing the shy young skit tit go wide eyed and hastily retreat to the corner of her room.
No doubt about it. She wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. If ever. Unless something happened, like the world coming to and end. Or her finding a good Tamer, she was stuck there. A good Tamer. she thought glumly. Where was she gonna find one of those? All the Tamers she knew, or had ever seen, were perverts.
Little did she know, such a Tamer existed. And that Tamer's name was:
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