Gotta Catch The Pretty Ones

© 2011-2014 by Mr. David R. Dorrycott

Chapter Six

Less than a week later and the two women were happily married and when asked what they would be doing on their honeymoon Sara simply smiled while Penny kissed her. By bus and train it was only a two day journey home from Penny’s parents house. Home, where both had been too long away from their duties. Thus it was their friends in town that helped move Penny into Sara’s home while Sara worked diligently to catch up on nearly three weeks backlog of Pokemon hunters needs. It was another three long weeks before the two had a day off together and Penny proved that she had been thinking hard about what they had spoken of in bed that night. She presented Sara with twelve pages of notes, ideas and theories. It took her new wife forty minutes to work her way through the careful written notes.

“Where are your outlines, rough drafts” Sara asked when she finally sat the papers down.

“Burned and the ashes pounded, then covered with water and poured in the river” Penny answered. “That is the only surviving copy.”

“Librarians are scary” the Pokeball Technician admitted. “Those who discover the weakness vanish? Never to be seen again? Are you talking dead, or a special pokeball prison.”

“The latter more than likely” Penny answered. “Let me explain, as you taught me it is possible to disable a Pokeball’s locator beacon and still have a functioning pokeball. Your own books backed that up.”

“Right” Sara agreed. “It’s a rather common repair, getting bounced around as they do and the beacon being sort of complex they fail at a pretty regular rate so they are made to be easy to replace. In fact it seem’s that the locator beacon on your pokeball hasn’t functioned in some time, I just haven’t the time to repair it. It is an old model after all and parts are hard to come by. In fact all the type eights I have seem to have bad locator beacons now.”

She noted her wife’s questioning look. “It’s a locator beacon but it might be more, it’s supposable only active when you query it but what if it sends out more data? Lets be careful here, we might be re-inventing the wheel but we just might be on something unique. I do not want our work to be stolen by someone else, say a nosey Guild Chief.”

“Oh, I see. What about some hunter jokingly trying to capture me? What would happen then.”

“I’m working on it” Sara admitted. “Something to make a Pokeball see you not as a captured animal, which they all probably do now but as a human. Yet still let your Pokeball see you as a captured animal like you begged me to do. I vaguely remember a lecture about why released Pokemon can never be captured again, that is three years of school Penny and oh, about twenty-four rather thick books.”

Penny laughed. “I’m a Librarian remember? You leave this research to me now, where is my pokeball?”

“Above the bed where it belongs” Sara answered. “But why do you want it?”

“Two reasons” the brunette explained as she stood from the kitchen table, a table that was their dining and study area. “One to see if I’m still considered a Pokemon by it and two. If I am do I experience anything while held by it. Consider this our first experiment.”

“I thought our first night back and that new chest of toys of yours was our first experiment” the redhead shot as her wife left the room. Whatever response she expected, none came, Penny might be a submissive but she had her own agenda, that much Sara had figured out. Being a sub and liking bondage, the idea of being held within a Pokeball was just another fantasy for the Librarian. But there was another agenda, one that Sara had yet to determine. Still it was early days, eventually she would either figure it out or Penny would tell her so she waited patiently until the love of her life sat ‘her’ pokeball onto the table.

“Okay” Penny said as she moved to a part of the kitchen not visible from outside, especially not with the double curtains that she had installed after Lars admission. “Lets give it a try, shall we? One hour.”

In answer Sara simply triggered the balls capture field. Although hunters were always coming up with new slogans when they attacked a Pokemon, the truth was that none were needed other than giving the captured animal a label beyond their species. As before the field enveloped Penny, lifting her slightly from the floor before sucking her into its data matrix. Again Sara felt the ball gain weight before closing, sealing her love within its crystalline memory core. Carefully setting the ball back onto the table Sara returned to Penny’s pages of theory, only noting the fact that her pokeball’s label now said ‘Sexy Penny... Librarian.’ Apparently now that Penny was aware it was able to determine what her ‘Unique Ability’ was, this she wrote on Penny’s notes.

Exactly an hour later by the clock Sara picked up the red and white ball, aiming it to the same corner. Triggering its release circuit she watched with more than a little worry as her wife was reconstructed. As she had disabled several circuits within the ball, the submission impression programming being the second (after the nasty little locator beacon) she didn’t need to worry about Penny’s mind.

Penny smiled as at last she became fully aware. “There is something” she said quickly, coming to sit across from Sara. “How long was I in?”

“One hour exactly” Sara answered. “The time you requested.”

“It felt like about that” the Librarian reported. “But more importantly, I could see and hear you no matter where you went. It was like I was hovering just over your head.”

Sara closed her eyes, trying to think but her thoughts were confused for some time. Finally though she found a foundation to work with.

“This means that the battle matrix never shuts down completely” the redhead said softly. “I wasn’t paying attention, but... I think that if I tried I could probably sense you too. That may explain why seasoned battlers never have a problem determining which of their capture balls holds which Pokemon when they reach into their battle-bag and why veteran Pokemon seem to already know what is needed of them when they emerge. Was there anything else? Were you bored, frightened or in pain?”

Penny refilled her coffee and sat back down before answering. “No, none of those. It was all like being in a sort of dream, I could reach out and almost touch you and I could tell that you were worried about the experiment, especially me. There was also an overwhelming feeling of your love for me that just made me feel so safe and secure but I couldn’t read your thoughts. I couldn’t see things around you either, just you. It was... Well it was like a really nice dream. I was comfortable and I knew that I was safe and loved.”

Looking down at the Pokeball Sara realized that she now knew more than any hunter could ever hope to know. This was world changing knowledge but if, as she now believed, others before her had stumbled across this and it wasn’t known even to the Technicians then this meant that it was being suppressed. Heavily suppressed. “Penny... We can never go public with this. Ever” she warned.

“Forbidden knowledge?” the librarian asked.

“Life or death forbidden knowledge” Sara agreed. “The best we could hope for would be a quick death. They might even keep us in Pokeball’s forever, why there may be dozens, hundreds of Pokeball’s in various Guild Halls. Each holding someone who had discovered this, maybe even their victims or like you, their lovers.”

“I understand” Penny agreed. “But how could they force you into a Pokeball?”

Sara laughed. “And exactly how hard, in your experience, would it be to force me into an orgasmic coma?”

Penny’s face dropped. “About as hard as it is for me to experience one, you’re a wonton woman my love. So if there is a conspiracy, and I am not saying that there is or isn’t, then you and I would never touch each other again. Okay, mums the word, I love you too much to spend thousands of years sitting on a shelf beside you trapped in a little red and white ball until someone forgets to recharge the battery. So now what?”

“We hide these papers of yours in the basement along with my special journal and your Pokeball.” Sara stood, gathering up all the mentioned materials. “We do our work down there and we experiment carefully. I’ll still work on my original theory, but anything involving this, every scribble is done in the basement.”

“Kinda cluttered down there “ the brunette reminded her redheaded love.

“There is a storm room somewhere down there I was told when I got here. I haven’t been able to get to the where the door is supposed to be because of all that junk” Sara explained. “Lets pack this stuff away, then spend a few hours sorting that junk. The journals have to stay but the other stuff is mainly useless parts and furniture that we can get rid of.”

“We can get rid of the Journals” Penny offered, then giggled at the shock on Sara’s face. “We just take them to the Library and put them into the secure research stacks. Since I won’t list them in the Public catalog only you and I will know that they are there. There must be what, a thousand or more volumes?”

“Of which I have read exactly twenty seven” Sara agreed. “They would be safer in the Library, your secure stacks are underground right?”

“And sealed from fire, flood, famine and Lars” Penny admitted. “Especially Lars, he’s still doing public service for watching me in my bedroom. The things he must have watched me do.” She shivered. “Only you should ever see me do such things to myself.” She stood, turning towards the basement door. “Sara, we’re going to need more subjects.”

Sara followed her love down the basement stairs, thinking carefully before answering that blunt statement. “We’ll never find volunteers for something like this. Not ones that can keep their mouths shut.”

“I agree, well, we’ll just have to think of something. I hate to admit it but other than my fascination with being captured by a Pokeball, a fascination you have fulfilled for me I honestly know nothing about Pokemon. I’ve never had any interest in the animals. So, other than the Mewtwo are their any Pokemon intelligent enough to help us?”

“Metagross, Alakazam, Latias and Latios to start” Sara reported. “But I’m not a Hunter and neither are you. Even if I decided to become a hunter today it would be ten years or more before I could think about capturing those types and no Hunter is going to sell their Pokemon. Besides, by the time we could buy them the Pokeball would have imprinted them too heavily to be of any use to us.” She turned on the basement lights, looking at the stacks of books and boxes. Way back at what would be under the back garden was a thin sliver of reflection that might be a steel door, the storm shelter. Getting to it today though would be impossible. Looking at the random piles of journals, many of which had fallen over upon others Sara groaned. “I think I have a lot of reading ahead of me” she whispered softly.