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The fresh Spring breeze ruffled the pitch black fur of the Litten sat next to his Trainer's leg. He shuddered, his gaze fixated downward as his caretaker spoke to the Daycare lady in hushed conversation. The Litten had been to this Daycare many times before, his Trainer bringing him here in hopes he would socialize with Pokemon outside the ones his Trainer's family owned.
But the result was the same every time. He would sit in the corner of the Daycare and hiss at any Pokemon that dare disturb his sleeping spot. He wasn't hostile, no, but he didn't welcome socialization either. He would always be returned to his Trainer at the end of the day, the Daycare lady expressing that his Pokemon hadn't even moved from the usual spot he napped at.
Yet, his Trainer kept bringing him back to this dreaded place every other day, kept insisting to the employees that his little Litten would indeed socialize, despite months of zero progress. And he wasn't planning on changing that. The Litten was already eyeing his favorite spot, near a rock and a small pond that was coated in warm sunlight, the grass a very vibrant green thanks to Kanto's warm temperature.
He must've dazed off long enough, because the Daycare lady left and his Trainer was moving toward the fence gate at the edge of the Daycare. Before he left, he waved over at his Pokemon to wish him farewell.
"Bye, Whisker!" His Trainer shouted, "I'll come to pick you up at seven o' clock!"
With that, Whisker's Trainer turned and marched down the dirt road to his workplace. Whisker sighed, alone once more in such a boring place. He stood to his paws and shuffled over to his napping spot, his paws patting at the indent in the grass from all the times he had slept here.
He sat down and raised his paw, running his tongue along the back of it as he groomed some loose fur into place. Most of the Pokemon here quickly learned to avoid Whisker, and any new Pokemon brought here would be taught in as quick of a manner if the others didn't teach them yet.
He was mean, but fair. His napping spot was next to the only water source in the Daycare, and he didn't mind if other Pokemon came over for a drink. It was when they chose to ruin his sleep did Whisker see to them with his claws.
But only after his first week here did many Pokemon learn to never mess with him again. Some were hesitant to drink near Whisker at first, but once most caught on that he would only strike if disturbed they chose to leave him alone. And he was glad for that, a mutual understanding. And he wanted it to be left at that so he could return to lounging on the windowsill back home all day.
The quicker he could tell his Trainer that he did NOT want to socialize, the better. He set his paw down, taking a moment to eye his surroundings and the other Pokemon playing with each other. Most Pokemon left in the Daycare were young, cute Pokemon left by young girls who never wanted their pets to see the light of battle. So most Pokemon were commonly his size, which made it easy to bully them away if they ever did disturb him.
Thank Arceus for that. If it was something like a Gyarados or a Dragonite he decided to pick a fight with, Whisker was sure he'd be pile of ash with a burning tail at the end. No, luckily that didn't happen. It was all weak, soft Pokemon that would run at the sight of extended claws.
Eevees, Rockruffs, the occasional Vulpix. The tricky Zoruas and Nickits, the odd one thousand yard-staring Espurr. Those were the commoners here. Today, there were a few new additions he hadn't seen before. The snot-nosed Meowth that flaunted an ego at the corner of the Daycare was one of them, but that was overshadowed by a different Pokemon that caught his eye.
In a small group of cat and fox Pokemon stood a Sprigatito. Very unusual, even for Kanto. From his distance, Whisker could tell it was a girl, and she seemed quite talkative. She'd say something to another Pokemon, then giggle at their response as if it was the funniest thing she heard. Whisker wasn't fond of females, and especially her type.
He must've been eyeing her for too long though, because her gaze slipped past her friends and their eyes met. Whisker flinched, looking back down and continued to groom himself as if he had only spaced out. Truth be told, he kind of did, but he wanted it to visibly be that way.
Unfortunately, when Whisker glanced back up he saw the Sprigatito whisper something to her friends and then pad right up to him. He growled, knowing he might have to show her how he treated newcomers.
The Sprigatito's steps were wide and confident, slowing as she drew closer to Whisker until she stood a few paw steps out of reach.
"Hiya." The Sprigatito greeted, a friendly purr echoing from her throat, "What's your name?"
"Go away." Whisker warned, continuing his grooming like it was none of her business.
"Go Away?" The Sprigatito tilted her head, "Your Trainer must've not loved you enough to name you something like that!"
Whisker paused mid lick. Was she actually stupid and misunderstood what he had meant?
"What? No, that's not my name!" Whisker corrected her, "My actual name is Whisker, I was just telling you to go away - like, leave me alone!"
"I know."
The Sprigatito's response made him fume. He had fallen right into her trap... she had only been teasing him!
"Whisker, huh?" The Sprigatito mused, "Your Trainer isn't very creative, I've known many cat Pokemon named Whisker."
A low hiss echoed in Whisker's throat from his Trainer being insulted. But the Sprigatito just slowly blinked, showing the lack of fear she had for him.
"Oh, don't worry. My Trainer wasn't very creative with my name either." The Sprigatito soothed, then put a paw on her chest, "I'm Cookie!"
Whisker glared at her for a moment, then raised his paw again as he fell back into his grooming. Cookie watched him for a second, her gaze unusually piercing.
"Is that your pathetic attempt at grooming?" Cookie scoffed, "Your fur is a mess! What is with you males and never knowing how to clean yourselves?"
Cookie directed a paw to her chest fluff, every hair on her body neatly in place.
"This is properly groomed fur, you see?" Cookie eyed him for his reaction.
"Fuck off." Whisker finally snapped, not sure why he hadn't clawed her yet.
"Language." Cookie cooed, "That's no way to treat a lady."
"FUCK YOU!" Whisker screeched, getting to his paws this time.
The other Pokemon flinched as they heard him, but Cookie only grinned at his reaction. Whisker could feel himself getting hotter by the second, and that wasn't just because he was a fire type.
"Shh." Cookie hushed.
Cookie stepped forward, and Whisker flexed his claws in warning. But she ignored it, coming right up to him as she leaned forward and ran her cool, soft tongue over his ear. Whisker tensed, not expecting something so gentle to grace his ragged features. Cookie's breath was hot against his ear, his heart racing as she breathed against his fur.
She seemed to notice him tense up, because she grinned in reaction.
"Good boy." Cookie whispered.
Whisker hissed, her praise finally agitating him enough to strike. He raised a paw, slicing it downward at her side with his claws extending. Cookie's green fur puffed into the air as she was knocked onto her side, gasping in surprise at his sudden violence.
"Ugh!" Cookie grunted, "Harder!"
Whisker choked, pausing as he heard the moan and beg following her pain. Cookie opened one eye to focus on him standing above her, making uncomfortable eye contact as Whisker watched her fail to contain the evil smirk seeping onto her muzzle. There was an almost sick pleasure in her gaze... what in the Distortion World was this girl made of!?
Cookie took his hesitation as her chance, leaning forward to lick at Whisker's chest fur. As soon as he snapped back to reality and swiped at her once more, Cookie had rolled out of the way and onto her paws. Her tail flicked teasingly as she looked over her shoulder.
"Catch me if you can!" Cookie teased, before sprinting off.
Whisker wasn't about to let down a challenge, especially after the embarrassment of being treated like that by a girl. He gave chase, quickly catching up to her tail before she had made any great distance. Cookie squeaked in girly excitement as she saw him already on her, and she tucked her tail between her legs so Whisker couldn't bite at it.
But he had a different plan. Whisker leapt forward, swiping at her back paws and unbalancing her. Cookie stumbled, falling on her face into the soft grass and being dazed for long enough for Whisker to jump onto her back and seize her.
"Got you!" Whisker triumphed.
"What are you gonna do, mhm?" Cookie's teasing was relentless, "Punish this sweet cat? How naughty!"
"I'll leave you with a mark you won't forget!" Whisker spat into her ear.
"Ooh, yesss!" Cookie moaned, "Mark me, make me yours!"
Whisker could feel her fluffy tail twitch against his own in her obvious excitement. All his threats had been nothing but flirts to her, swept away like she had become a water type despite him having the type advantage.
He had enough, he had been too lenient with her and she had taken advantage of it. Whisker was going to make sure the mark he left hurt. He opened his muzzle and chomped on her ear, putting pressure on it as his fangs sunk deep.
"Aaah!" Cookie gasped in pleasure, her claws scratching at the grass below her, "Mmmf!"
Whisker was trying to HURT her, not pleasure her! He bit down harder, Cookie rasping in response as he tore at her ear. He could feel a bit of blood oozing into his mouth as he strained his muzzle to bite as hard as he could. Suddenly, even Cookie didn't sound pleasured.
"Ow, ow, ow!" Cookie whined, "Stop, stop!"
Now he had her. Whisker didn't stop, he made sure she was in pain. Tears started to flow down the corners of Cookie's eyes as she struggled beneath him, her pleading turning to desperate sobbing.
"Stop, please!" Cookie screeched in panic, "It hurts!"
That's what he wanted! Whisker's muzzle hurt as he kept the pressure on, more blood spilling onto his tongue and reminding him of wild prey struggling. Cookie's screams were dulled out by his adrenaline, his muzzle feeling powerful as he taught her a lesson.
Then, his fangs broke through flesh. It had been just for a moment, but Whisker had felt it and it snapped him back to reality. He let go, scrambling off of Cookie as he realized what he had done. Cookie got to her paws, crystal tears dripping down her whiskers as she raised a paw to feel at her ear.
Inside her ear cavity was a visible line of teeth, blood flowing from the fresh wound. It wasn't extremely deep, but it would definitely leave a scar. Whisker didn't feel victorious anymore. Instead, he felt guilty. His ears pinned to his head as he saw the visible pain he had caused Cookie.
"I..." Whisker choked on his words, "I'm so sorry... I didn't mean..."
The anger she had layered on him was gone. He felt genuinely terrible, and Cookie's scared, hurt look made him feel even worse.
"Owhh.." Cookie groaned in pain, "You really marked me..."
Cookie blinked at her own words.
"You really marked me." Cookie repeated to herself, then glanced up at Whisker.
Whisker and Cookie stared at each other for a second, then she glanced to her side where her friends had been powerlessly and anxiously watching Whisker hurt her. When Cookie glanced back at him, the same evil grin she had earlier reappeared on her muzzle.
"Don't you dare!" Whisker gasped.
"Too late!" Cookie laughed, darting off in the direction of her friends.
Whisker ran after her, but she had already made it to her friends before he could catch up. Cookie proudly presented her bloody, teeth-marked ear to her worried friends, completely unconcerned it was still bleeding.
"Look, he marked me!" Cookie mewed, "No other male will approach me now that they'll known I'm already taken!"
Cookie's friends focused on Whisker as she finished the made up story, and he hid his flushed face in his paws out of embarrassment. All the eyes on him made his fur prickle hotly, and Whisker kept his gaze fixed on the dirt as he trekked back to his napping spot to escape the confused stares.
But even confining in his solitude, he only grew more embarrassed as the day stretched on. Cookie made sure each and every Pokemon knew that Whisker, the grumpy Litten at the corner of the Daycare, had taken her as his mate. Some Pokemon laughed, others were surprised. Some even went up to congratulate him, which he was too ashamed to even chase off.
By the time the sun sank below the horizon and many Trainers came to retrieve their Pokemon, Whisker was left staring at his own reflection in the pond. He had made a fool of himself today, and Cookie in every way possible had humbled him. The cold, mean cat he was known as was tarnished thanks to a smug, teasing female of all Pokemon.
He didn't meet his match to a Gyarados, or a Dragonite. But a Pokemon of his size, of the opposite type and gender. Two things he should be able to overpower easily, had made him look like nothing more than mewling kitten. And this was somehow worse than being reduced to ash.
As if to answer him, Cookie stepped beside him in the reflection of the water. Her eyes were gentle, almost apologetic for torturing him. Her ear had stopped bleeding, and she had cleaned the blood off to leave his teeth marks visible for all to see. She leaned forward, running her tongue along his ear just as lovingly as she did hours earlier. This time, Whisker simply accepted it without reaction.
"I'm yours now, remember?" Cookie murmured into his ear as she leaned against him, "You can't hide over here alone forever, y'know."
Whisker shivered at her words. Despite her torture, her teasing, her smugness... She was still gentle. Well, gently forcing herself as his girlfriend. But that actually excited him more, even if he didn't like to admit that.
"Cookie!" A distant voice called her name.
Whisker and Cookie glanced over to the edge of the Daycare fence, where her Trainer stood waving at her Pokemon. Cookie smirked and refocused on Whisker.
"I have to go." Cookie said, "But one more thing before I do..."
Cookie leaned forward, pressing her muzzle against Whisker's in a kiss as her soft paw settled on top of his. He blushed, not having expected it, but kissed her back as he melted into it. Cookie purred, and only broke the kiss when Whisker had to pull back to catch his breath. Although she kept licking her muzzle to taste him.
Cookie finally stood and took a few paw steps backward, her gaze savoring his form.
"I love you." Cookie delightfully mewed.
Whisker blinked as he felt his heart soar, then realized she was waiting for his response.
"I- I love you, too." Whisker mewed back, not wanting to upset her by staying silent.
Cookie's authentic evil grin stretched across her muzzle once more, as if she had Whisker right under her paw. But he didn't mind, too absorbed in the feelings of being desired and loved.
She turned around, Cookie's usual confident stride returning as she approached her trainer at the edge of the yard. But not without glancing over her shoulder multiple times to look back at Whisker, as if it was too difficult to keep him out of her sight.
Whisker watched her leave, and sighed as something else came to mind. He had finally socialized here, and his Trainer was going to be all over it once he heard the news. Whisker was definitely going to spend less time on his favorite windowsill now, but he guessed that didn't matter too much if he had a deranged female like Cookie all over him instead.