Warning: This chapter contains mild omorashi.
See end of chapter for author's notes.
"You're going to like it here," Sachi's father rambled as the moving van pulled up in front of the house. Sachi's watch flashed 1:30 AM, but outside, the sun was just beginning to set; if the jet lag was anything to go by, the girl was already beginning to dislike Sinnoh.
A week before, Sachi and her father left the familiar hustle of their home in Goldenrod City, now oceans away, over some new job opportunity tending to berries in Twinleaf. It wasn't that Sachi was particularly fond of Goldenrod — she had friends there, sure, and she'd grown quite attached to the trains outside her room at night and to the constant torrent of new faces and pokemon — but being uprooted from her city apartment and dropped in some quiet, barren little town hadn't exactly been on her bucket list.
On the floor at Sachi's feet, Daichi stirred and murmured in her sleep. The Eevee had been restless for most of the trip, though by some miracle, she'd fallen asleep on the way from the airport in Jubilife — Sachi wished they could have stayed in Jubilife longer; it was so much more like her old home than Twinleaf was — and Sachi had almost forgotten about her.
Now, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Daichi sat up.
"Onee-chan*?" she murmured sleepily. Her left ear flopped lamely over one chocolate eye. Earning no response from her trainer, she extended a shaky hand upwards and tugged urgently on the leg of Sachi's pants.
"Onee-chan?" she repeated. "I have to pee."
"Huh? Oh. Can you hold it?" Sachi asked. Her father had gotten out of the van and was busy unloading boxes. Taking that as her cue to help, Sachi elbowed open the door, swung down to the dirt road below, and turned to help the pokemon down.
Daichi frowned.
"I'll try," she whispered.
The air outside was warm and fragrant with spring, and almost immediately, Sachi sneezed. Compared to Goldenrod, the town was a backyard; to one side, several small houses sat together in scattered wooden clusters. Twinleaf was flanked on three sides by woods and tall, thick grass; there were no stores or hospitals or a Pokemon Center to speak of. Two small children ran in the grass a few meters away with a grey-haired, winged pokemon that Sachi couldn't name but recognized from textbooks and brochures.
Sachi grabed a small box absentmindedly from the top of the stack and handed it to Daichi.
"Take that in and set it on the floor," she ordered. She'd been banking on her new neighbors and their pokemon to help unload the van, but they were granted no such luck; sighing, she picked up another box labeled "kitchen" in sloppy red pen and started for the house.
"What's in that box, Daichi?" she asked when she was within earshot once more. Daichi had pushed the parcel to one side with her toe and was fidgeting nervously.
"Pokeballs, I think. Do we have a bathroom?"
"If it's pokeballs, give them here." Sachi bit her lip. "It's down the hall upstairs, I think. Will you be okay going up there alone?"
Daichi shook her head emphatically, eyes wide, and peered anxiously at the stairs.
"I don't need to go that bad," she mumbled.
By the time the boxes had all been moved in, it was long past sunset. Sachi busied herself counting light switches, testing faucets, and hauling her still-packed things up the steep, dark staircase to her bedroom. Her room itself was about as large as the studio apartment she and her father had shared back in Johto; she'd give it that much. The light worked, but barely, and she wished for a moment that she hadn't thrown away her old nightlight during the move; perhaps sixteen was too old to be afraid of the dark, but it certainly had its practical purposes.
There were four plain, wooden walls — Sachi resolved to hang posters over them later — that seemed free of insects and mold, at least. The floor was carpeted a dark greyish-green that Sachi normally wouldn't have minded if the room wasn't already dark and depressing as it was. She knew somewhere in one of the boxes there was a baby blue rug and some matching curtains. Perhaps that would lighten things up. And there were the white linens, too, and Daichi's giant pink teddy bear, and —
"Onee-chan? Otosan** told me to see if you needed help."
Daichi leaned in the doorway with her hands curled around her skirt at her sides. She looked ready to cry. She started to enter the room, then hesitated.
"Oh. Um, if you could help me look for my —"
She was cut off mid-sentence by the soft patter of liquid on the carpet. Daichi was frozen on the spot, her face pale and tear-streaked, urine running down both legs and gathering in a pool at her bare feet. One hand still grabbed futilely at her crotch through her skirt; not until the stream died down did she let that hand fall to her side. Her knees buckled beneath her and she half-fell half-sat in her own puddle.
"'M sorry," she sniffled after a moment. She was trembling like a leaf — though whether it was from fear of punishment or from relief Sachi wasn't sure — and her cheeks had gone from pale to bright red.
Sachi looked away sheepishly.
"It's fine," she said. "These carpets are shit, anyway. Why don't we go find the bathroom and wash up for dinner? I'll take care of the mess."
"Okay..." Daichi breathed. She stood, still shaky, the back of her skirt dripping, and the two made their way down the hall to the bathroom.
"Onee-chan?" Daichi asked when the bath had filled and she was submerged to her neck in soapy water.
"Hm?"
"I want to go home."
Sachi cupped filled a cup with hot water to rinse the soap from Daichi's hair.
"I know, Chi," she sighed. She ran her thumb across the edge of Daichi's ear, smirking at the squeal it elicited.
"Onee-chan? We should go exploring tomorrow."
"I have been meaning to fill that old Pokedex Dad gave me," Sachi thought out loud. She pulled the plug on the bottom of the tub and unfolded the towel she'd brought in from her room.
"So we can?"
"Yeah, alright," she agreed as she lifted Daichi out of the tub. "You'll have to wear one of my old shirts while your clothes are in the wash. Dad said he'll order pizza, if they'll even deliver it to the middle of nowhere."
"I heard there's a lake. Can we go?"
Sachi grinned.
"Of course. We can travel this whole damn continent, if you want."
"I do."
"Then it's settled." Sachi braced herself against the edge of the tub and stood. "Get dressed and meet me downstairs. Tomorrow, we'll explore."
* Older sister
** Father
Hello. ^^
So, obviously, this takes place in an AU where gijinka are caught and trained like pokemon. There's not much else to say on the matter, but I thought I should clear a few things up about how this AU world works and what content to expect further on.
Firstly, since milking human Miltank would be a tad inefficient (albeit good basis for a lemon) and killing actual humans for food would be fucked up, there will be mentions of actual animals.
Secondly, polyamory and sexual relationships between trainers and their pokemon will occur. I hate to be that person, but if you don't like it, don't read it.
As for the content later on, expect yuri, some omorashi, light BDSM, and the aforementioned polyamory. There will be warnings at the beginning of chapters that contain any such material and recaps preceding the chapters afterwards.
That about covers everything, I think. I hope you enjoy. X3