Gotta Catch The Pretty Ones

© 2011-2014 by Mr. David R. Dorrycott

Chapter Eleven

After her morning shower and change of clothing Sara went down to breakfast. It was a wonderful smell of bacon and eggs with a hint of ham that drew her downstairs. They were probably leftovers from yesterday she knew, but Penny was a whiz as a cook. As she entered the kitchen she noted Lucy’s backpack by the sofa but the woman wasn’t to be seen and through the kitchen window she could see the loaned blankets were already hanging outside.

“I thought Lucy was going to have breakfast with us” Sara noted, sitting down to her ready plate.

“She is with us” Penny answered. “She just isn’t having breakfast. Yet.”

Sara sat he fork back down. “Exactly what do you mean” she asked, worry heavy in her voice.

Instead of answering Penny sat a Pokeball in front of her wife. Its label said ‘Slave Lucy, Unique.’

“Oh Gods no Penny you didn’t.”

Penny sat down, reaching out to turn the balls label towards herself. “We needed a second capture, to be sure mine wasn’t a fluke. Sara. Lucy and I talked a lot then she tried to seduce me. Since there was that shelf of empty type eights in the room I let her. It worked Sara just like it worked on me. So now we know its consistent and that’s the important part.”

“And exactly what are we going to do now” Sara asked, her mind spinning at all the laws her wife had just broken, while at the same time trying to come up with a way to protect her.

“Like you suggested my love, you just copy her into another type eight. Tonight I’ll release the original. She’s so messed up I doubt she’ll realize an extra day has passed. Tomorrow morning Lucy leaves and Slave Lucy goes down into the storm room. We wait a couple of weeks, then we have our test subject. Slave Lucy isn’t a real human, she’s a copy. No one will ever know, not even Lucy.”

In answer Sara stood up, walking to the shelf with her Technical Books. Taking down a specific tome she returned to the table. “I looked this up yesterday evening” she said softly opening the book to a marked page and pointing to a paragraph. “I thought I remembered the copy command existed for a good reason, even if using it was a subconscious act. You better read it.”

Penny read quietly, her face slowly turning white as she did so. “In the event a Pokemon is copied rather than moved to a new Pokeball, upon release from its Pokeball the original animal will vanish. Still, it is preferred when attempting to rescue a Pokemon from a damaged ball to copy rather than move. In this way several attempts may be made to recover a viable Pokemon before erasing the original signal.”

“So... I’m screwed?” Penny asked, looking up into her wifes eyes..

“No, Lucy is screwed. Like you she’s been captured, any blank Pokeball that is activated around her even as a joke will announce to the world that she’s been captured by someone else.”

“But how?” Penny asked.

“There is a line of code somewhere in that mass of data I am working my way through that tells a Pokeball you are captureable There is another, somewhere near it, that announces that you are already captured. The balls display will show ‘Already Owned’ to anyone who bothers to read it. These are written somewhere in your mind, its why I can still capture you now even while your wide awake. Penny, you have done a very dumb thing. We can never let Lucy go now.”

”Euuu.... So. What do we do now?” the brunette asked.

“Put her ball downstairs in the chest next to yours” Sara decided. “I’ll look for that line of code, when I find it I’ll be able to clear it from both your minds but it may take years. And get rid of her gear somehow, at least everyone will think that she left town on the morning bus. Penny my love, please think these things through before you do them again.”

“I only wanted to help you” Penny admitted, tears filling her eyes. “I knew you were worried about this, and when you... when you told me about your thoughts. I just.. I just...” Penny collapsed into a crying fit, unable to continue.

Sara sat beside her quickly, holding her tightly unto the sobs of pain and horror slowly ebbed. “You were trying to help just like any good wife would. Don’t worry Penny, if they catch us I’ll take the blame. I’d rather spend eternity in a Pokeball rather than let you be hurt in any way. Penny... I love you and love means total commitment. Not just until you make a mistake.” She held the still mortified woman tightly to her. “You’re a librarian, a scholar. I’m a Pokeball Technician and we are both on the edge of nowhere. Penny love, we should have plenty of time before this becomes a real problem and Lucy is quite safe in her new world. We just set aside my theory for now and concentrate on freeing you and Lucy from those crazy contraptions influence. Once we’ve done that, everything will return to normal.”

“Buh.. Buh.. But I LIKE being your private Pokewoman” the brunette sobbed. “Your right, I’m a submissive I like being controlled. I love being ruled by you.” She sniffed, raising her tear streaked face to Sara’s gaze. “I want to be your slave forever.”

“I want you to be my wife, not a slave” Sara countered. “Now tell me exactly what happened.”

Penny swallowed, swiped her face with her hands and took several deep breaths. “I knew you were exhausted. You sleep like the dead when your so tired, you don’t even snore. Much. I knew you wouldn’t be really mad if Lucy and I played so I got her drunk. She was so broken up about losing her Pokemon that it was easy to get her plastered. I was just trying to help her through this, and when she started trying to seduce me I let her. It was just... just... I could tell when she was about to fall over the waterfall. When she jerked, when she stopped reacting to what I was doing I knew she was going over. I should have just sat back and watched. I like watching you know, and did you know that she meows when she comes? Then the ball fell from the wall shelf right onto her belly. It was there, I just acted without thinking. It was like the ball WANTED her.”

“Great. You acted. Now let us be very careful and make sure you don’t go to jail for ‘Just Acting.’ Sara looked over at her meal, no longer really hungry. “Take the ball and put it with yours. Lucy will be quite safe within it as long as the battery has a charge, so that’s probably longer than we will be alive.” She knew she had to eat though, so while Penny took Lucy’s ball into the basement she empted her plate. ‘Just acted. How many years will it be before I can free Lucy’ Sara asked herself. ‘And how do I keep both Penny and myself out of trouble that long?’