Chapter One
Good Luck Kitty
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Daisuke is an anime fan boy who wants to work in 'Tsuki no Sakura' anime megastore but is stuck working in the food court next door. He's single, clumsy, always tired and forever running late! One night, whilst drooling over anime merchandise he can't afford, Daisuke meets a blue-gray coloured cat that begins to trail him. In an attempt to get rid of it, he feeds it his left over lunch. The following morning Daisuke meets a beautiful young girl with blue-gray hair. She claims she is the cat he fed and is there to bring him good fortune. Activities of a sexual nature ensue
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My day started the same as any other. I'd shown up late for work because I'd slept through my alarm, my greasy boss (who was two years younger than me!) ranted on about the importance of punctuality in the workplace, I was told I wouldn't be paid for the hour I'd missed and was sent to work behind the counter to serve burgers in a ridiculous hat. The way my boss ranted on about time keeping and always having a smile was just wrong - he was probably trying to validate his sorry excuse for a job by treating our pathetic food court like it was the Ritz. We weren't even licensed to serve alcohol.
I'd been working (if you can call it that) at the food court for almost a year now, ever since I finished college. It was dull, unfulfilling and by the end of every day I wanted to blow my brains out. I never had much ambition -- I was too absorbed in my hobby to have career prospects. Call me Daisuke Hino, anime fan! I was wild about anime; they call my kind of obsessive fandom 'otaku' in Japan.
I think anime has been responsible for so many good things: Good TV, good video games, good merchandise...and, of course, good porn! My god, the porn was good. I'd never been into regular porn -- in all honesty, it grossed me out a little. Believe me; I didn't have a problem with sex or anything like that. In fact, I'd been spending the better half of my life trying to have sex (sadly to no avail).
The first time I watched a porno was at my best friend's house. We were bored and he asked if I wanted to see something cool. Thinking he was going to produce a hovercraft of something to that effect, I said sure. The next thing I knew, we were watching '
Sex Trek: The Next Penetration'.
I just didn't like the whole juicy camera shot, slutty girls up for all sorts, thing. I preferred Hentai (anime porn) because the girls were all so adorable and the sex scenes were better and had more of a story.
I finished work at ten and made my way next door to 'Tuski no Sakura Anime Megastore'. If I had any career ambitions it would've been to work there. I'd have loved to have spent my day surrounded by anime collectables, think of the employee discount! Plus, upstairs they had their adult section which was a freaking dream come true for a guy like me. Unfortunately, I could never afford any merchandise and the store wasn't hiring any time soon.
I stood looking in the shop window, dreaming of what it would be like to get my hands on a giant Kon plush toy, for almost fifteen minutes before heaving a sigh of defeat. The only light came from the shop window, it was a badly light street, so I didn't notice the little blue cat sat next to me. Of course, I tripped and fell flat on my face. My hands were grazed and bleeding but the devil creature seemed fine. Moreover, it mewed at me and began to follow me home.
"Get lost." I growled, looking down at its little, heart shaped face. Its fur was a weird shade of blue-gray. I walked for three blocks with a pair of huge, green eyes following me. "Look, you've made me bleed, if you're after an apology it's just not going to happen." I laughed before turning to the animal. It began to rub up against my legs, which would've been cute had it not started playfully clawing at my shoelaces. I thought I could get rid of it by leaving it some food so I got out the remains of an outstandingly dull ham sandwich and shoved them under the cat's nose. Sure enough, it remained on the spot to finish off my mediocre lunch.
It was the following morning when things took a turn for the weird. It was around half past six when I heard a strange scratching noise at my door. Living in a bedsit apartment meant there was little but a flight of stairs separating me and the outside world. It was at this time in my life I discovered how much of a sissy I actually was.
I shot out of (pullout) bed and ran to my bathroom in the search for a weapon. I went for my razor but found I was physically shaking with fear resulting in my not being able to remove the protective cap. Brandishing the biggest utensil I could find (the toilet brush), and wondering why I didn't head for the kitchen area instead, I made for the door.
I could still hear the ominous scratching, like someone was scraping my door with a blade, as I reached for the key. I don't know if I screamed or not as I shoved the door open and fell into the hallway. Smashing, I landed on my front -- a prime target for a knife fucking from a burly maniac. I awaited my untimely death with anticipation but found that, instead of shoving a machete into my anus, my attacker was nuzzling the back of my head.
This time I knew I screamed as I jumped back to threaten the stranger with my toilet brush. "Good morning, nyaa." Cooed the cutest voice I'd ever heard. There was no balding mental institution escapee, instead there was a girl...a very innocent looking,
very
naked girl.
This girl looked to be about nineteen, she wasn't very tall but you could sort of tell. She cocked her head to the side, a mass of long, blue-gray hair swishing with it, and met my eyes with her own. They were huge and green and she was staring at me with such intensity that I felt my heart slow. "Who are you?" I asked, attempting to swallow the new formed lump in my throat. "I don't have a name, master, I'm a stray." She said. Her eyed welled up in shame. "Stray? As in you don't have a home? And, you're naked!" I cried turning away to offer the girl some humility.
A short introduction revealed this girl had been looking for me all night. She claimed she was the cat I fed my lunch to and she had resolved to bring me good fortune. She professed she was lucky and good luck would be bestowed upon anyone who gave her a name. In the midst of it all, I couldn't help think I'd read a comic similar to this.
So all I had to do was give her a name? It sounded ridiculous, I know. But, when a naïvely adorable stranger randomly turns up at your door in the nude, you shouldn't really expect a straight answer. I let her into my apartment and gave her one of my shirts to wear whilst we pondered names together. "How about Sakura? It means cherry blossom." I suggested whilst yawning. The cat-girl shook her head. "I want a cat name not a human name..." She requested. I didn't know many cat names apart from 'Fluffy' and 'Tiger' but they were so generic. "How about Tama? It means 'ball' in Japanese" I informed. My guest cocked her head to the side again and after a few minutes she nodded.
"Tama is nice. I'd like to be Tama. Thank you master!" She laughed diving on top of me. She nuzzled down into my chest as I, confusedly, tried to move under her weight. I wasn't used to having girls around and certainly wasn't used to any degree affection from them. I could feel her breasts heave through my shirt against my own chest. Her legs wrapped around my waist like she was clinging to my body for support. "T-Tama? Are you okay?" I asked. She looked me dead in the eye with a very serious expression for what seemed like forever. Then, she licked the tip of my nose.
I woke up two and a half hours later practically suffocating because of the girl sleeping on my chest. This must've been the first time I'd ever woken up before my alarm went off. I rolled Tama onto the bed so I could head to the bathroom. I wasn't entirely sure how I was supposed to be handling this situation -- I figured I would have to play it by ear. As I turned her onto the bed my shirt rode up her legs revealing her pink pussy. It was clean shaven...nowhere on her body below the neck had an ounce of hair it seemed. Tama lay with her legs spread, I watched as her body slowly rose with every breath. A thousand thoughts raced through my head: '
She can't really be a cat, can she? This is so inappropriate. What if she catches me looking at her? She didn't seem to mind being naked in front of me. Am I really staring at a pussy's pussy?'
I chuckled at the mental pun before retiring to the bathroom.
When my alarm did, finally, go off Tama awoke. She caught me tying my shoe laces and asked me where I was going. "I've got to work today...what are you going to do?" I asked. Tama approached me and kneeled down to rest her head on my lap. "I will stay here and wait for master." She confirmed with the answer I suspected. I wasn't all too comfortable with the idea of a stranger being in my apartment but it wasn't like I had anything worth stealing. As I said goodbye I wondered if that was what it would be like to have a girlfriend to bid me farewell.
All day at work Tama was on my mind. Who was she? Why did she, an insanely (emphasis on 'insane') beautiful girl, want to stay with me? I didn't believe for a second that she was a cat...maybe she'd just seen me with the cat and had gotten confused. Should I have taken her to a doctor or something? Maybe she had amnesia.
Aside from having Tama on my brain, there had never been a day go by where I didn't think about anime. I was desperate for that Kon plushie and it was payday today. I rarely had money to spend on luxuries, everything went on bills. It was once in a blue moon where tips were so good they constituted as a worthy addition to a pay check. How I ended up with the accumulation of £20 was beyond me. Maybe Tama was lucky after all? I didn't ask questions, I just raced to next door after work.
