Prompt 4: Cats
Rating: T
"Dawn... why are we doing this again?" an unhappy Cynthia groaned, eyeing her girlfriend pleadingly.
Dawn appeared surprised, if not a little annoyed, at Cynthia's discontent. Johanna's Glameow purred convincingly and nuzzled the blonde, further confusing the younger Trainer as to why her girlfriend was so opposed to cat-sitting while her mother attended a contest in Hoenn. Cynthia just glared at the Pokémon and shooed it away. Sure, Glameow acted cute and friendly while Dawn was around, but when it was alone with Cynthia, it was evil. Pure, unadulterated evil.
"I don't understand why you hate Glameow so much," Dawn pouted, picking the purring cat up to stroke its fur. "She's a sweetheart."
"Dawn, are you serious!?" Cynthia pointed angrily at the Pokémon, who was licking its tail happily. "That thing a little jerk! Whenever you leave me alone with it, it uses Fury Swipes on my legs! Do you know how many innocent pairs of pants have died at its claws? One time it even vomited in my lap. It's a demon!"
Glameow mewed and buried its face in Dawn's arms, feigning hurt feelings. Dawn scratched the creature's head affectionately and walked past her girlfriend into the next room.
"There there, kitty. Cynthia's just mad because she's a Pokémon Master, but she can't even control a little cat. Now let's go get you some Poffins…"
The blonde harrumphed and plopped down on the living room couch. That cretin of a Pokémon was evil, and someday she would prove it. She lay back against the cushions, pondering how to accomplish her goal…
"AUUUGH!"
…but her thought process was stopped abruptly as Glameow sunk its teeth into her big toe. The Champion tried to pull her foot away, but Glameow held on for dear life, biting harder with Cynthia's every movement.
"Where… does… Johanna… keep… your… Pokéball?" Cynthia grunted between attempts to pry the cat off her foot. Eventually, the sound of approaching footsteps came from the adjacent kitchen, and Glameow knew that meant it was about to get a snack. It released Cynthia's toe and jumped down from the couch, greeting Dawn affectionately as she entered the room with a basket full of Poffins.
"There you go, Glameow," the Trainer said happily, setting the basket on the floor. Glameow purred with thanks and dug in, giving no indication that it had just tried to sever Cynthia's toe.
Dawn smiled and sat down on the couch next to her seething girlfriend. She boosted herself upward and gave Cynthia an apologetic kiss on the cheek.
"Sorry for what I said," she commented shyly. Cynthia just folded her arms and looked away angrily. Dawn's insult hadn't bothered her nearly as much as the fact that Glameow had just attacked her and got away with it. Determined to make things right, Dawn wrapped her arms around Cynthia's middle and gazed lovingly into her face.
"Will you at least let me make it up to you?" she asked with a wink.
Cynthia melted. Dawn did look pretty cute with that playful expression on her face. And she smelled like Pinap Poffins, which were Cynthia's Pokémon's favorite.
"Well, I guess you can try…"
Dawn leaned upward and pressed her lips firmly against the older Trainer's. Cynthia opened her mouth and wrapped her arms around the back of Dawn's neck to deepen the kiss. The two stayed lip-locked for quite some time before Cynthia pushed Dawn back onto the cushions, grinning dangerously.
"So, how are you going to make it up to me, exactly…?" she asked seductively, running her finger down Dawn's abdomen. The younger girl had a response lined up that she thought Cynthia would find more than sufficient, but she never got to use it. Glameow appeared from out of the blue and lunged itself at Cynthia's back, clawing and hissing.
"THIS IS WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT!"
As Cynthia jerked violently to try to break the cat's grip on her shirt, Dawn frantically searched her pockets for Glameow's Pokéball. Eventually she found it and recalled the feline monster to its ball, an expression of shock plastered on her face.
Cynthia practically twitched with rage. Dawn, stunned and sheepish, could only shake her head in disbelief.
"I see what you mean…"
The Champion shot her girlfriend a glare that bordered on murderous, and then proceeded to take a seat on the floor, drawing her legs in and wrapping her arms around them, traumatized. Dawn slumped down next to her and checked to see if she was injured.
"Well, I guess something good came from this," Cynthia grunted as Dawn searched her back and neck for scratches.
"Hm?"
Without another word, the blonde tackled her, effortlessly pinning her thin arms over her head.
"Now you're really going to have to make it up to me."
Author's notes:
Thanks for reading! Be advised that Dawn's age is 18+ in all fics unless stated otherwise. Another thing to note is that this is story is mostly game canon with anime and a few manga influences. Review if you liked the story and/or have constructive criticism to help me improve it. Reviews keep me updating frequently.
