Gotta Catch The Pretty Ones

© 2011-2014 by Mr. David R. Dorrycott

Chapter Four

It was another two months later when Sara found Penny again in her bed. They were celebrating the fact that Sara had stumbled across a hint of why a Pokeball’s memory would hold only one captive, it was as the redhead thought, a partition problem. Right now though she hadn’t a clue as to how to get around that, other than maybe you had to partition the Pokeball’s memory during fabrication. But it was a starting point and that was better than nothing so as a storm pounded outside Sara’s home the two ate well, watched an old romance movie then retired to bed. That was the night that the impossible happened.

Having once again brought Penny to a mind blowing orgasm Sara sat up, brushing her hair back while reaching over for a waiting Pokeball. She had a rather wicked idea in mind, one that would prove to Penny that you couldn’t catch a human no matter what the conditions. What she picked up was an old type eight, there were two full unopened boxes of them in the basement, apparently shoved in a corner, covered up and forgotten. Thus would be a very tiny loss should it burn out since by law she couldn’t even give away a type eight. Still Sara wanted to give Penny the one experience she craved, someone trying to capture her while she was completely helpless and at the moment her lover couldn’t be more helpless. Pressing the activation button she tossed the device on her bed where Penny’s nude body was still jerking in mindless response to more pleasure than her brain could handle.

“Sexy Penny, your mine” Sara said softly as the ball landed beside her love. She expected what happened next, activated by its control circuits the Pokeball cracked open and sent out its sensor field towards Penny’s body, quickly enveloping her. What should have happened next was the device shutting itself off upon contact with Penny’s higher brain activity.

That didn’t happen, instead the capture field activated, slightly lifting Penny’s body from the bed. Surprised Sara could only watch, waiting for the capture grid to burn out. She abruptly felt the connection between her mind and Penny’s as the capture field placed them in a temporary ‘mental battlefield.’ But other than a few animal based reactions from Penny’s brain, none of which carried even incoherent thought, nothing occurred.

Then the Pokeball gapped wide open and Penny’s body soon vanished within it. Dropping to the bedspread the ball closed with a snap, its indicator lamp blinking red as it processed the capture. A few seconds later the blinking ended, signaling a fully successful capture.

Penny was data.

Sara sat on the floor with a thump, shocked. She had just done the absolute impossible. She had captured a human, not just any human either. She had just captured the one woman that she knew that she loved. What... What could she do? What should she do? What had happened to Penny, was she gone forever or could she be released. Standing quickly the redhead grabbed her Pokeball.

It looked quite normal. A touch heavier perhaps, but nothing different than it should appear. In the little panel that explained what Pokemon was held within it simply said ‘Sexy Penny. Unique.’ Gasping in horror and still naked Sara hurried to her workroom. There she carefully opened the ball, making certain to ‘safe’ the trigger so that she would not accidently active the device. Attaching her diagnostic computer to the balls data ports she started a full diagnostic reading. That would take an hour, an hour with Penny trapped within a device that hundreds of generations had worked to insure could never trap a human.

Confused Sara was acting on autopilot. She went back to her bedroom, putting her sleeping gown on, then the kitchen where she warmed up the hot coca she and Penny had been drinking. Been drinking only a little over an hour ago. Walking back to her workroom she opened a drawer and withdrew a brand new journal. This one she titled ‘Capturing Humans.’ As the diagnostic program did its work Sara silently wrote everything that had happened starting with Penny’s arrival that evening. She even entered the current weather and her own horror at what had happened. By the time that the diagnostic program had ended she had filled seventeen pages with careful, closely penned text.

Printing out the report, something she rarely needed to do Sara started carefully reading it line by line. She knew by heart most of the parameters a Pokeball worked under. Those she didn’t were easy to look up. Yet as the sun rose in the East she had to accept that this Pokeball was working completely within all parameters so how could it not miss that its target had been human? Even the most stray thought would have warned it. Abruptly, the answer it struck her, it was something that she had learned in sex education while in High School. A woman’s brain shuts down all higher level functions while she is in orgasm, it was natures protection from the overload of signals it was receiving to keep the brain itself from damage. It was theorized that men did the same but normally only for a very few seconds. Women though had more intense and longer lasting orgasms on average. Penny was usually comatose almost half a minute, occasionally longer. She had tossed the Pokeball at her lover at the moment her brain was shut down.

Could that be it, Penny wrote in her journal. Could that be the one event, the one moment in time that a human appeared as a Pokemon to the capture balls? If so Penny was just fine, she would only have to be released then the ball would recognize her for a human and burn out. She looked up at her clock, relieved. She hadn’t hurt Penny at all she had simply captured her. Disconnecting the Pokeball from her diagnostic computer she used the correct tool to reset the devices programming. Penny’s mind would already have been overwritten as were all Pokemon so if she waited until tomorrow morning it would be safe to release her love.

Finished with her adjustments she walked back to the bedroom, setting the ball on a shelf as though on display. A days normal work, some sleep then Penny safely back in her arms. Everything was going to be just fine after all. With that weight off her shoulders Sara began her morning ablations, she would have to have a cold breakfast since it was so late but that didn’t matter. Penny, the love of her life it now seemed was going to be just fine.

Sara went through the rest of her day as though it were normal, though she did return to her bedroom to check that malfunctioning Pokeball several times. At least she hoped it had malfunctioned because if it hadn’t she had just discovered a way, probably the only way to capture a human and that frightened her more than she wanted to admit.

Around noon Lars came in as usual, she was used to the boy showing up around this time. This time though he seemed worried, looking around her tiny shop as though to insure no one was around. “Miss Richards” he asked after the door closed. “Have you seen Miss Blossom today? She hasn’t opened the library yet and she promised.”

“Penny was here late last night” Sara admitted. Considering the boys age she selected her next words carefully. “We had dinner, watched a movie and talked about her trip but I haven’t seen her today, have you checked her cottage? Its right behind the library.”

“Yes Mam” the boy answered. “No one answers. I banged on the door, on her bedroom window and even yelled but there was no answer.”

Sara let a dark expression come to her face. “Why do you know which window is her bedroom window Lars, and what were you doing near it?”

Realizing he had let out a bit too much information the young Pokemon hunter stammered, looked down then shuffled his feet. “I um.. There is a tree. Across the street. I sorta, well...”

Sara let a little more of her anger show. “You have been peeping on my girlfriend? Lars, that is illegal and she will be very angry about it. Can’t you find a girl your own age? I bet you’ve been peeking in my window too.”

“Not your window Miss Richards. I... uh, I don’t like redheads that much, besides your bedrooms on the second floor and faces an open field. Anyway, Miss Blossom’s window shades are usually cracked open a bit.” His face went beet red. “Honestly. I didn’t think it was that wrong, really.”

“So, when you looked in her window this morning was she there?” Sara asked.

“No Mam” the boy admitted in a very low voice.

“That worries me” Sara admitted, using the boys petty crime cover her own impossible one. “Go get Constable Hendricks, bring him here while I get my copy of Penny’s cottage key. We’ll all go over and find out what’s wrong. She may just have had too much wine last night.” She pointed at her own ringed eyes. “I know that I did.”

“Yes Mam. Immediately Mam” Lars agreed, turning to rush out the door.

Sara watched him go, then walked to the door and turned the ‘Lunchtime’ sign around in the window. Locking her shops door she hurried to her bedroom. If nothing else Lars was in for a public shaming, he would probably have to do a great deal of public service as well. Certainly the local girls would be laughing at him for a while and there was absolutely nothing Sara could do about that. But she needed Penny, and she needed her now.

Reaching her bedroom she grabbed the Pokeball knowing that it had probably completed its work hours ago anyway. Pointing its emitter towards her bed she simply depressed the release button, watching as the ball opened and a standard Pokeball field built over her bed. Then Penny’s still mindless body appeared, dropping down onto the beds surface with a very light thump. Sara had wanted to wait an entire day but Lars had forced her hand. Was Penny all right? Had the Pokeball’s programming harmed her? In answer, a few moments later her lover stretched, looking over to Sara with still glazed eyes.

“I had the wildest time” she said softly, then noted the Pokeball in Sara’s shaking have. “Gonna finally catch me?” she asked. “And how did you get dressed so fast?”

“You’ve already been in a Pokeball” Sara said in a rushed voice. “Its almost noon, get dressed I need you to go back home quickly.”

“I was in... Really? Oh wow. Can you...”

“Not right now” Sara begged. “Please, just slip out the kitchen door and hurry back home. Act natural if you can. The Constable and I, along with the peeping Lars will be there in a few minutes. You overslept because you left my home very late. Someone banging on your door and bedroom window woke you. Be taking a shower when I come in.”

“Lars? Peeping?” Penny asked as she got up from the bed, her mind shifting from the Pokeball to the invasion of her privacy. “ON ME?”

“Yes. Just hurry, I’ll explain everything tonight, please.”

Penny grabbed her clothing, slipping into only her outer clothes while shoving her more private clothing into her purse. “You bet you will” she warned, grabbing her keys as she hurried downstairs still confused.

When Lars and Constable Hendricks arrived Sara forced Lars to repeat everything he had told her. Constable Hendricks was obviously not amused at the young boys actions. “Peeking on young ladies in their bedrooms. You’ll be ah talking to Judge Lomus after this is over hear me boy?”

“Yes sir. But Miss Blossom sir...”

“Probably jus overslept” Hendricks answered. He turned his attention to Sara then, “You have ah key tah Miss Blossom’s home Miss Richards?” he asked, suspicion in his voice.

“Yes Constable as Penny has one to my home” she answered. “Now may we make our way to Penny’s home and find out what is going on? I must admit that I am personally very worried about her.” She looked at Lars. “Especially now knowing that at least one young boy has been watching her undress.”

To credit Lars he simply looked down at the floor, accepting that he had done wrong and that he was going to have to accept his lumps for it. What he didn’t know yet was both adults understood. He was a young boy, at that age and subject to foolish actions as they themselves had been at his age. Following the two adults as they traveled to the town library and Penny’s home he mentally considered the various ways one could remove oneself from the universe.

When they arrived at Penny’s door Sara walked up and knocked. She waited a moment, then knocked again. There was no answer, so with Constable Hendricks watching she unlocked the front door and stepped in.

Instantly all three heard the shower running. Constable Hendricks stopped Lars in his tracks, “Wah outside boy” he ordered in a no nonsense voice. Scared, Lars did as he was told.

“Penny?” Sara called out. A moment later the shower stopped and, wrapped in a towel her lover stepped out of the tiny bathroom.

“Well hi there tiger” she answered before seeing the Constable. With an ‘EEK’ of surprise she dove for her bedroom, slamming the door behind her, her towel fluttering to the floor behind her.

“Ah think everthins fine here” Constable Hendricks decided.

Turning around Sara saw his face flushed with embarrassment. “Sorry, I thought you were old enough to see such things” she dead-panned.

“Too old” he replied. “Ah Better take care of little Lars now. You take care of the pretty one ahn thank you Miss Richards for yer help.” He walked out, whistling some odd little tune. As the door closed behind him Sara heard another yelp, this one of pain. “Com’on yah little peeper. Judge’l wanna talk to yah.”

After the door slammed shut behind Constable Hendricks Penny cracked open her bedroom door. “Is he gone?” she asked.

“Gone” Sara laughed. “Lovely trick with the towel, I think he saw most of you. May I come into your bedroom and talk while you dress?” she asked.

“Certainly.” Penny agreed as she opened her door much wider in welcome. “There’s nothing you haven’t already seen after all.”

Walking into the room Sara took a seat on in the rooms single chair. “Penny” she said while her hostess was taking a clean Librarians uniform from her closet. “There is something really important I want to ask you.”

Penny looked over to her guest as she laid the pressed uniform down on her unused bed. “No, I don’t remember anything I’ve done wrong today. Should I?”

“That I don’t know” Sara admitted. “But that isn’t the question.” She stood, walking over to her friend, her love. Abruptly she dropped to one knee, holding a tiny box out towards the other woman. “Penny Lynn Blossom, will you marry me?” she asked solemnly.

Penny stopped moving, maybe she even stopped breathing. Finally, with trembling hands she reached out and took the little box. Opening it she found a little gold ring, a tiny ruby, her favorite stone mounted on it. Still trembling she removed the ring she let the box fall to her floor. It fit her finger perfectly the brunette discovered. “yes...” she whispered, staring at the ring. “Yes, Yes, OH YES!” she screamed at the end, throwing her own body into Sara’s arms as the other stood, knocking Sara to the floor in her excitement.