Gotta Catch The Pretty Ones
© 2011-2014 by Mr. David R. Dorrycott
Chapter Five
Two weeks later Sara was meeting Penny’s family for the first time. Unlike her own, Penny’s family had accepted the pairing without any problem. Sara’s parents on the other hand had taken quite a bit of convincing and even then Sara could tell that they didn’t really accept her choice. They had so hoped that she would settle down with some nice young man, preferable a successful Pokemon Hunter and give them dozens of Grandchildren thus the entire weekend had been a strained disaster. In contrast to Sara’s family Penny’s welcomed them both with open arms.
“When is the big day” Penny’s mother asked.
“This weekend” Penny answered. “If you will have us.”
“But of course we will. From the shortness of the date I can only guess that this will be a low key event.” She turned to Sara. “And when will your parents be arriving” she asked.
“They can’t make it” Sara answered softly. “Previous commitments” then shut her mouth. From the shocked look Mrs. Blossom gave her Sara decided that the older woman fully understood what those words meant. Quickly the older woman changed the subject.
Late that night the two lay in what had been Penny’s bed. The small bed was cramped but neither cared. It was then that the Librarian reopened the subject of Pokeballs. “You can’t be the first to discover this” she whispered. “Not in so many years, with so many people playing with the things.”
Sara stiffened under the covers, her body though still melded tightly to that of her future wife. “I... I didn’t think of that” she whispered back. “But your right, there have been millions of Pokeball users of one level or another. Hundreds of years of time. Someone must have stumbled across this just as I did.”
For a while there was silence as both women considered the meaning of this new data, then Penny spoke again. “Your Guild is repressing the information” she abruptly announced. “They are right to do so, it is much too dangerous.” She took a deep breath, which pressed her back against the soft pillows of Sara’s chest while at the same time pressing her own breasts into the hands that cupped them tightly. “What if some crazed maniac found out? How many women, or men could he or she capture? How many pokeball’s are out there now? Each holding an imprisoned human?”
“Penny, the average Pokeball collection is three hundred. There are almost six hundred and fifty different pokemon.” She shivered at a thought. “Most hunters have duplicates in collections that large, a human captive would never be noticed. Look, I called you Sexy Penny and your pokeball knows you as that so that’s the name it displays on its label now. It isn’t at all uncommon for older hunters to give odd names to their captures so there is no way to tell simply by looking at the labels.”
“I’m Sexy Penny?” Penny asked, pushing herself harder against her lover. “What’s my power?”
“Unique” Sara answered. “Humans are not in the database so intelligence is considered Unique I guess. Oh Penny, what are we going to do?”
Carefully rolling over to face her lover the smaller woman smiled. “We are going to get married, I am going to move in with you then we are going to take weekends off to experiment.” She pulled them together as tightly as she could, as though she were trying to meld the two of them into one body. “And I am going to be your very willing, very submissive test animal. When you find out the truth and a way to block this loophole your going to be the most famous woman in the world. But your going to keep one pokeball free of any patches. My pokeball.”
“Your nuts” Sara laughed, then moved her head forward to kiss her love.
Downstairs the following noises were just loud enough for Penny’s parents to hear. Her mother looked over to Penny’s father, smiling. “Remember dear when we were so passionate?”
“Very well my love” Penny’s father admitted. “Very, very well.” He held out his hand, pulling his wife into his lap when she accepted it.