Milia huffed indignantly as she walked across the beach, muttering angrily to herself, her pale face deeply flushed. The witch had not long ago abandoned her tamer, though not before freezing his pants, for calling her an infernal because of her red eyes, something she herself was rather self-conscious about, and something which she already received a great deal of ridicule for from other witches. She clenched her fist tightly, sparks crackling around her hand before yelling in frustration, flinging a small ball of magic at a nearby piece of driftwood, causing it to splinter into tiny bits, "Who the hell did he think he was?!" She stomped her foot.
The witch was dressed in a blue blouse with a column of white down the front, a short coat like piece that fit nicely over her short white pleated skirt, and long sleeves that covered part of the back of her hands. Both the sleeves and tail had a shiny gold silk strip lining the edges, and the outfit its self clung nicely to her modest C-cup breasts. On her head, atop a tangle of loose blonde hair hanging down slightly past her butt, was a blue pointed hat, the tip having fallen back so that the end rested on the hat's rim, and on her feet were a pair of tan boots that reached slightly past her calf and were tied with small pink bows, and a pair of stockings that matched her skin almost perfectly, nearly unnoticeable if it weren't for the fact that they had the same pink bows as her boots. She didn't notice as a breeze blew by, pushing up her short skirt and revealing her crisp white panties to anyone who might have been watching.
She whimpered softly, clutching her spell book close and tugging nervously at the green scarf wrapped snugly around her neck, "Now what am I going to do?" She thought, realizing that without a tamer she would no doubt end up going feral. She slumped against a nearby rock, watching the ocean waves and sighing, "Why'd he have to say that? That idiot..." The pokegirl muttered to herself, trying to decide where to go from there, half hoping fate would take pity on her and drop an answer in her lap.<|im_end|>
A grin appeared on a young woman as she watched a witch leave her former tamer. The girl was Alice, who was new to being a tamer, but knew the basics of being one. Alice started following the witch as she searched through her Pokedex and got to know a little about the witch Pokegirl. Her grin grew wider still, because this Pokegirl would be an easy target for her plan. As Alice put away her Pokedex, she caught a quick glimpse of the witch's panties. Alice couldn't wait to get her hands on the witch.
Alice was strangely dressed for being out on the beach. She wore blue jean pants and an oversized black shirt. It was hard to tell that she was a girl, since she had B-cup sized breasts and was tall for most girls. However, she was different from most girls. The only thing that seemed feminine about her were her light blue eyes, which stared at the witch as the wind blew her short, raven-black hair. When she saw that the witch had stopped to rest on a rock, Alice thought it was a good time to strike. She walked right in front of the Pokegirl, blocking the sun from the witch's view. "Shouldn't a Pokegirl like you be with your tamer?"<|im_end|>