Gotta Catch The Pretty Ones

© 2011-2014 by Mr. David R. Dorrycott

Chapter Fourteen

Two more years passed. Two years when the missing Lucy was forgotten by all but her parents as other young men and women vanished. Some running away, some disappearing for various criminal reasons. Most because of various criminal reasons in fact. Lucy was eventually forgotten by the system, eventually discarded as just another lost cause. In fact her Pokeball had begun gathering dust though neither Sara nor Penny had forgotten her, they just had other things that pulled them in other directions so that it had been almost a year since either had released the ex-huntress. It wasn’t like time really passed for the trapped woman.

Just before Winter the third year Sara ended up as a witness regarding a corrupted Pokeball. An older hunter, infatuated by a young Huntress who had rejected him had tried to modify his Pokeball to capture her. He made the mistake of coming to Sara’s shop and trying to bribe her to make it work, hinting that he had was aware that Pokeball Techs knew the secret of doing such a thing. Like Lucy it cost him everything, the huntress though, Sara found herself captivated by those large almond eyes and jet black hair. What if, she wondered. But there were telepathic Pokemon around and though none could read thoughts they could certainly pick up basic emotions. Noticing that two of those Pokemon had taken interest in her Sara decided to cloud the issue. With Penny’s permission she asked the girl over for dinner.

Patricia O’Donnel was at first taken aback by the Pokeball Technician’s offer. “Um, I’m not...” she started to say when Sara stopped her. They were in a public place so whatever was said would be heard by someone after all.

“One” Sara answered that stutter. “I am and so is my wife. Your very attractive yes, but chancing losing my wife or spending years making pebbles out of boulders with a tack hammer by chasing you isn’t worth it. Two, I’m not asking you to my bed, I understand that you are sleeping in the stables so I’m able to offer you a hot shower and couch with clean pillows and blankets. Three, my wife asked me to ask you over, your from her home town and she just wants to gab. You can say no and I’ll walk away. You can say yes and enjoy a pot roast with potato’s and carrots, iced tea or water and a warm non-smelly place to sleep before you leave. Or return to the stables and whatever corner they gave you, it is all your decision Miss O’Donnel.”

“I’ll come” Patricia decided. “But I tell my friends where I’m at.”

“Certainly, I prefer that you do that. There are more people like Mr. Waterdown around and most of them don’t bother to go around trying to modify a Pokeball. You have already been to my shop so we’ll expect you at seven okay?”

“That sounds wonderful Mrs. Richards.”

“Sara, please and my wife is Penny. She was a librarian so watch any books you have. She’s a monster when it comes to sorting them correctly.”

Patricia laughed, losing any worry about the Pokeball Technician. It was open knowledge that Sara was, well was a lesbian and that she was married to the previous librarian, a woman who still covered for the current librarian when he needed to travel, was ill or just wanted a day or two to himself. They were openly considered some of the better citizens of Stonehome, certainly not monsters like her ex-partner. Had she only known, but she wasn’t exactly high in the social skill areas being a loner. The idea of a hot meal and even a couch to sleep on rather than a cold meal and dusty straw was wonderful. Maybe Sara might even let her take a shower before going to bed, now that would be a luxury.

Late that night, as Sara and Penny lay tightly spooned together they talked about the young woman sleeping on their living room couch. “She’d be perfect for number five” Penny whispered.

“Yes, she would. Honestly Penny I want her, I really want her but we don’t touch anyone within twenty miles of Stonehome, period.” Sara lay with her eyes wide open in the dark. It had gotten out of hand, Penny had turned out to be the perfect ‘Pokehuman’ huntress. Lucy had been a spur of the moment. Sandy had been an artist that Penny ran across while attending a Librarian Convention in, of all places, Vermillion City itself. The how and where of Sandy’s capture was still a bit of a fog, as Penny had been, by her own words, a bit drunk at the time. For some reason no one missed Sandy for months and by then it was long too late. Maybe the artist was a wandering one, neither woman had bothered to ask her yet. In fact, neither had touched any of those balls in almost a year. Penny of course was number four, or one. It depended upon how you listed things.

Then there was Mary, a waitress of all people. This one Penny well remembered, having slipped the woman her hotel number the morning after capturing Sandy. Somehow her wife was able to either spot someone interested in her or seduce them. Mary had enjoyed just a few hours of very energetic sex before she vanished into her Pokeball. Since she had told her roommate that she had a hot date with one of her boyfriends the alarm hadn’t even gone out until days later. By then Penny was miles outside the city on her way home by bus.

“You have to stop this” Sara whispered to her wife. “What if, say, Patricia is an investigator? What if this whole thing is a setup? Honey if you keep this up we’ll be captured ourselves.”

“I know” the brunette agreed, letting one hand drift down her wife’s belly. “Its just so exciting, and you did say you needed a few dozen data points.”

“Just let this one go” Sara ordered. “Understand me? Or I’ll tell everyone that you went home for a very long visit. Understand me?”

“Yes Mam” Penny agreed, her fingers reaching her goal. “Oh dear your so wet. Yummy, I get desert after all. Of course I could capture you” she continued as she moved her head down her wifes body, a bit of a fake pirate sneer in her voice. “That would make five.”

“You already have. Anyone else would have turned you in when you presented them with Lucy.” Sara felt an electric tingle run up her legs. Both had long ago become masters of the others bodies. “But if you did, who would run the shop? Who would do all the programming study?”

Teeth nibbling her left nipple drove further interest in coherent conversation from the redhead, she turned to face her wife to see a gleam of lust deep in Penny’s eyes.

“Right now” the smaller woman whispered. “Who cares?”

“I do” whimpered Sara, “We need a better hiding place for those balls.” Then she gave up and willingly fell into her wife’s pleasure trap.