Warning and disclaimer: Any name, place, or subject mentioned below might be mistaken for a real life counterpart but in actuality it is not at least I hope... The basic idea of this comes from Poke'mon which is owned by Game Freaks, I am using their idea and everyone in the Pokewomon forum's ideas so none of you please sue me in anyway. Even though this short fic itself is not, the basic idea is NC-17 so don’t go looking for the dirtier ones if you are under 18.

And now I present to you,

Hidden Affection
By The Sax

I walked up to the great oak tree in the ranch and sighed as I saw the old tombstone. My son took note of it and asked me.

“Dad, why is there a grave under the tree right there?”

“Well son, this is a story from long ago, back when your dad was still a kid...” I started talking as I sat down in the shade of the tree and invited my son to sit next to me.

I closed my eyes and looked back 20 years, back when I was just starting high school, we had all gotten our orientation about pokegirls and threshold and for those of us that had girl friends held on fast to ensure we stayed in love.

I myself didn’t go steady with anyone because I just never found anyone. I had friends though, lots of them, male and female. As I went through school more and more of my friends who were girls thresholded and came knocking on our door. Back then my dad ran the ranch and I helped out, it was painful seeing most of them out there in the fields, I even watched some tame each other. I never joined of course, if I did they could get bonded to me and as a ranch that won’t really work out. But still, a lot if them came up to me to help me out when I worked, we chatted, reminisced about old friends, and what was happening over at school. 

But even through all the threshold cases that came one of them was especially painful for me to swallow. My best friend, Matilde...

I still remember her back when she was human, we sat next to each other in pre-pokegirls history. When she was absent I gave her my notes to copy and she gave me hers when I was sick. We were average friends, we hung out. Or at least that was what we kept telling ourselves, I don’t know when but I was in love with her.

I think it was our sophomore year, when it happened. Matilde said she was feeling a bit sick and started for the infirmary. She wobbled out of her seat and clutched her stomach as she limped towards the door, I got up and steadied her. I told Mr. Rubacard I should help her over to the nurse, he nodded in agreement as we trudged out into the hallway.

“Greg, I think this is serious, I never felt this bad. My head hurts and my stomach feels as if Buzzbreasts  had stung it. I feel like throwing up...”

After hearing those words I got the “What if?” thought of my friend thresholding, I prayed she wouldn’t and rushed her over.

Inside the office a Kitten TA saw us come in and directed us to sit down on the bed while she does a simple checkup on Matilde. I turned to go back to class when she grabbed my hand and told me to stay. I felt I should and sat down next to her on the small cotton bed and held her hand.

“I don’t know why, but I just feel that I need you here with me, here, now.” She said to me holding my hand as tightly as she could.

“Sure, that’s what friends are for.” I said as I looked back into her eyes to reassure her nothing was wrong.

The Kitten checked her out and quickly called an Nurse Joy to come in for a final examination. After finishing the Nurse Joy told her to lie down while she called her parents of her condition. Matilde freaked out and asked what was wrong, the nurse didn’t answer as she exited the room. I told Matilde I would go ask her and left her in the room.

I ran to the nurse and whispered to her,

“What’s wrong with her?” I asked.

“She’s... thresholding, I’m sorry.” The Joy told me as she walked towards the phone room to make the call.

I was shaken by her words and I stood there in the hallway as still as stone. One of the staff members snapped me out of it as they asked why I was standing in the hallway, without answering I ran to the infirmary.

I entered the room and saw Matilde, she was on the bed groaning in what seemed like pain. I rushed to her side and held her hand tightly, her eyes opened and stared at me.

“What Greg? What’s wrong? Am I going to die?” She asked in a weak voice, I didn’t answer. “What?! What is wrong with me? No, no...” She started to groan half in pain and half in realization of what she is going through. “I’m thresholding aren’t I.”

Tears started to well up in my eyes as I did a small nod to her. She started to bawl as tears rushed down her face. She reached out for me and I took her in my arms to comfort her. Her crying became softer as the only sounds were her moans and the occasional hick from her tears. We were so lost in grief that I didn’t notice a man and a Catnip standing in room, the Catnip was in the mans arms crying her eyes out as the man comforted her. I then realized it was Matilde’s mother and father.

Over the next few weeks Matilde was taken off the school and I continued my schooling. I went to her house a number of times but every time her parents shooed me away. I was told she was in no condition to see her. I really missed her then.

One day I returned home to the ranch to find Matilde’s mother and father talking with my father, Matilde was no where in sight.

“Hello.” I said as I came in, they gave a nod and went back to talking.

“So, we can trust you with her now that she is done?” Matilde’s father asked my father.

My father gave a nod and assured them that Matilde would be given to a worthy tamer and that while she stayed here she would be happy.

“So, where is she?” I asked as soon as a moment of silence opened.

“Matilde is being shown around the ranch by one of the other girls, apparently one of her old classmates.” Her mother said.

I swallowed hard as I heard a couple of voices coming to the door, it had been nearly a month since I last saw her. The door opened and in stepped a Hamtit and a Kitten. The Hamtit was Ashley, another of my friends from school, she was in her best cheerful voice to cheer the Kitten up. The Kitten seemed as if it would burst into an emotional breakdown. She trudged in and looked up and saw me, she flashed a small and weak smile as she came over to me.

“Matilde, you look great, you couldn’t look prettier.”

Matilde hugged me tightly and started crying. I once again just stood there as the girl cried in my arms, I for one was used to this. With so many girls I know coming into the ranch I’ve gotten used to them glomping on me to ease the pain. 

Her parents left shortly after a teary goodbye and my father ran the basics of the ranch to her. Since it was a ranch and my father and I both knew we had to be fair we treated Matilde as another threshold case and explained to her the somewhat hard adjustment she will have to make.

“Dad, I’ll run everything down for her.”

“If you think you can do it son.” He said as he walked back towards his office to finish the paper work on Matilde.

I stood there feeling a bit awkward, I had done this with many other girls I knew but this was the first case where I loved her but she didn’t know.

“Well umm, Matilde, It’s nothing about personal gain but from now on you can’t wear your clothes here, maybe on a few special occasions but nothing else.” I said trying my best not to blush.

“I understand, Ashley already told me that, I’ll take them off.” She said as she started taking off her shirt.

I tried my best not to stare as she stripped, I continued informing her of the ranch life, since this is your first day just follow Ashley around for now. You’ll learn when breakfast, lunch, and dinner is. In the morning you will have some chores, you probably will get cleaning the sleeping areas, just refer to the board up in your quarters in the morning and you will learn your duties for the day.”

“I understand.” She simply said as she stepped out of her panties and gave her clothing to me. “Don’t worry I’ll do my best.”

I tried to nod but my head stopped to gaze down at her nether regions. She noticed and tried her best to hide them with her hands. I quickly looked away and tried to focus on something else, my gaze landed on her breasts. She finally gave up and came up to me.

“You know I could ease the pain and have you tame me.”

“I couldn’t, I can’t! You would bond to me, and that would,”

Matilde hushed me with her fingers.

“I know I wouldn’t mind,” She said as her lips came close to mine.

I panicked and tried resisting but my mind just pushed me towards the kiss. Just then Matilde’s eyes shot open and she pulled away.

“I’m sorry Greg, I don’t no what happened, I guess it’s my new body, I can’t control it.” Matilda said.

“Don’t worry you’ll get over it.”

From then on we chatted and kept each other as company as possible at the ranch. She soon became accustomed and even grew a bit sluttish as she spent more time with the other girls. I worked around the ranch as always and we would even joke about. 

I first noticed her sluttish actions when I walked in on one of her taming sessions with Ashley (yeah they decided to keep each other tame) and they didn’t care, she even offered me some more than  friendly actions behind the building or my room, but I always declined. I knew I loved her but I knew she wanted someone who could take her away and be a lot more caring then me, and the day came for her to leave.

The tamer who was picking her up was one of my friends, Joe, he took the tamer license test and decided on taking Matilde as his alpha. We gave a long and teary goodbye to both Joe and Matilde as they left the ranch on their long journey.

I didn’t see them for quite a while actually, they came back 5 years later to have a little chit chat. By then I was married to Ashley your mom, and we were still helping in the ranch. Joe was the same as always but Matilde was now a Werecat, we all were surprised when we saw that. She was a one of a kind girl...

Anyway we sat down, talked, laughed, had fun, and bragged about each other’s girls, stuff like that. Then we heard screaming outside.

We quickly went outside to find out what it was, it was a Team Rocket attack, we immediately rallied our forces and launched a counter attack. Since we always kept our girls in shape it was easy for us to keep them from victory, we didn’t have any actual casualties since the attack was small and we overwhelmed them.  I can still remember that sad trio that headed that attack, that cross dressing weirdo, an over punctual Merrowl, and that big breasted bimbo... In any case we pushed back the attack and awaited for the authorities to arrive when I saw a flash. Matilde suddenly collapsed as the three ran off to the woods, easy to say our girls gave them no mercy in recapturing them.

I rushed over to the fallen Matilde with Joe and anyone else who knew her. She was bleeding heavily from her gut as her breathing became more and more labored.

“Look’s like it’s the end for me love.” She said looking up to Joe and me.

“Matilde...” I said.

“I loved you, I really did, but you never seemed to love me so I kept it inside of me and just hoped that one day you would accept me when I offered you to tame me.”

When I heard those words I was half shocked and warmed by the feeling I clutched her in my arms and plead to her not to go.

“I’m sorry Master Joe, I loved you too, but Greg was my true love I hope you understand.” 

“Don’t worry I had a feeling it was like that too. But don’t forget I still loved you.” Joe said holding her hand tightly.

“I won’t, Greg?... May I have one final request?”

“Anything!” I cried holding her tighter, her blood kept trickling down to my legs.

“I want... a final kiss from you, the one, that I never got from you...” She said even weaker than before.

I then kissed her, I felt her kiss back weakly before her strength gave way and she fell limp.

The very next day in the morning, we buried her under the oak tree where she often came to relax under whenever she needed to be alone. Now I come here when I want to be alone.

And that was the story under the grave here.

I looked over to my son, who was sleeping peacefully under the tree. I guess he is still too young for this, but one day he’ll do the same and hopefully he might actually find his love before it’s too late.

I got up and picked my young son up and carried him back to the ranch.

Fin

Yay! I finished it in two days!! Anyways I just felt like reading this after hearing of a similar story about how a pair of high school friends don’t tell each other about their love until one of them dies and the other learns of it in their diary. Sort of sad, no?

The Sax