Day had come and gone. Sakaki watched, from the safety of her window, as the last of them slunk away, disappointed. Two of them had cast longing glances in the direction of her house. But one had smiled directly at her, menacingly, as if to say "We'll be back" and had gone so far as to palm his poke'ball, for her to see, before slipping it back in his pocket. Sakaki's hand flew to her mouth as a startled gasp escaped her lips. Satisfied with her reaction, the boy's expression turned smug as he walked away.
Sakaki sank to her knees in dismay. She couldn't keep this up for much longer. Even Mayaa seemed worried. Sakaki seemed not to notice as the wildcat crawled up to her, head cocked to one side as it softly meowed in what was easily read as concern. After a moment or two, he meowed again, causing her to gaze down on him at last. When she did, however, her face was devoid of the smile she usually held for him. The wildkit climbed onto her lap, its eyes locked with her own.
"I'm sorry, Mayaa." she said softly. Here, she offered a faint smile as she scratched behind his ear with her finger. "Are you worried about me?"
"Meowr!" the kit seemed to answer, leaning into her touch.
"You are? What a good boy." she giggled, but it soon faded into a sigh. A good boy she repeated slowly. The words brought her current dilema back to the fore of her mind, mainly because what she really needed was a good Tamer. Sakaki may not have been a pokegirl for very long, but she had heard stories about how they were treated. They were seen as property, as less than human.
As fucktoys.
Of course, Sakaki wasn't given to using such language. It was crude and vulgar, particularlly that one. She had heard it used often and it made her cringe each time. Now she was faced with the very real possibility of becoming exactly that; especially if any those particular Tamers got ahold of her. It was times like these, that she wished she were more like Chiyo. Small. Cute. Not so....
The (aptly named) skit tit gazed forlornly at her chest. Her breasts were firm, round, each the size of a small cantalope. Sakaki was more than aware of them thanks to the lascivious stares they earned her. But that wasn't to say they were her only assets. Tomo and Osaka didn't know how lucky they were to be two cups smaller than she was. No one stared or made lewd comments about them.
"Meowr?"
Sakaki blinked at the sound Mayaa's voice and smiled, but it was a sad one this time. "Gomen... gomene.. I..." she tried, hearing her own voice break as her vision began to blur with tears. "I'm... I... Oh Mayaa!" she sobbed quietly, clutching the kit to her in a bearhug. Why her, why now, she wondered; eventually crying herself to sleep.
That night, Sakaki dreamed. Only it wasn't the usual one about Chiyo's father. Instead, she dreamt of what her heart longed for and what she desperately needed. A Tamer, one who was kind and gentle. A Tamer like:
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