Gotta Catch The Pretty Ones

© 2011-2014 by Mr. David R. Dorrycott

Chapter Twenty-Two

Where Sara was dreading the next week Penny was looking forward to it. She had her plans well made and six fully charged type eights along with the two type elevens that held her only real Pokemon. A Caterpie and a Feebas. Not exactly the most powerful Pokemon in the universe she knew, but they did well as cover for her real prey. She had settled down in the bus next to Rose, the Bakers wife, the two were friends so they spent the nine hour trip chatting about family life and their spouses business.

When finally the bus pulled into Warren Hill everyone aboard was tired, achy and ready to get away from the cramped conveyance as quickly as possible. Penny found her sister waiting, the big bruiser who was her faithful teddy bear and husband standing beside her.

“Sis” Penny laughed, throwing her arms around her sister. “I’ve missed you.”

Her sister laughed, returning the hug. Penny had always been the touchy-feely one of the family after all. “Its only been a year” she answered. “Did that work-a-holic wife of your come with you this time?”

“No Candy but I finally got her to promise next year. She’s never ever broken a promise to me.”

Releasing her sister the older woman looked her up and down. “Well I have to admit that she’s been good for you. You’ve gained just the right amount of weight and the pasty Librarians complexion is long gone.”

Penny laughed, turning to capture her travel-case as it passed by on a cart. “Sara and I both work in the garden” she explained, then patted the leather Pokemon carrying case hanging on her side. “And I’ve started playing around chasing Pokemon.” She looked at the hulking mass of Candy’s husband. “Maybe I ought to start hunting giants with hearts of warm marshmallow instead.”

Her sisters husband just laughed. “Come on Patty-cake, lets take your sister home. I’m sure she wants some sleep so she can run around the Festival tomorrow.” He looked down at Penny, leering quick comically. “Are you going to run around all over like the last two years making me hunt for you?”

“Yes Paul, I’m going to run around all day.” Penny admitted. “Too much to see, too many people to meet.”

“Too many corn dogs to make you sick again” Candy reminded her sister. “You were up the first night last year returning everything you ate.”

Carrying her bag Penny followed her sister and husband out to the car they owned. “Never again. Its all Sloe gin for me this year.” Her sisters laughter warned her to go easy on that drink as well but it was all an act for Penny. She had spent the last two years scouting out her hunting areas, the places that couples, and sometime solos slipped away to for a bit of afternoon or evening delight. With any luck she could bag one or two a day without being spotted.

Later that night, laying in the guest bedrooms slightly lumpy bed Penny daydreamed about her life. Since she could remember she had been attracted to women but she was a gangly girl at the time, not attractive at all. Plus she was a bookworm. That pretty much killed her social life so she had schemed, dreaming that she had found a special Pokeball that would capture a human. In her dreams that had been a certain black haired girl. Julia Garden. Oh how she had lusted after the schools most popular girl. Julia was married now, three children and her looks had suffered some. That’s what happens Penny decided, when you have your first child in Freshman High School and your second in your Senior year.

But her daydreams had continued. In High School she slowly blossomed, attracting the attention of boys for the first time and one certain girl. Elizabeth Johnson. Oh had those been the days, but Elizabeth too drifted away. Penny started writing stories, stories about a hunter of humans, capturing the most beautiful women around. It wasn’t serious fiction but it did show a weakness within her. At least she had been smart enough to burn all those stories in her Senior year, turning her talents to Library Science.

And Library Science had gotten her a posting in Stonehome. Stonehome and twenty months later, just as she was about to give up on finding anyone Sara had arrived. Lovely, intelligent, serious Sara. Penny sighed at the mental image of her wife. They had fallen so deeply in love but Sara’s offer of marriage had still surprised the librarian. “You want me? Forever?” she remembered asking.

And Sara was so playful. She had accepted Penny’s kinkier side. First the ropes, then the leather outfit, the submission of her wife to anything she wanted. Then had come the furniture, Penny had worried that it might be too much, that Sara would turn away from her but ever the adventuress Sara had followed Penny’s lead. It was a life more than she had dreamed.

Then Sara captured her. It had been an experiment Penny was certain, one that had shown a critical fault in the Pokeball’s programming. Perhaps the only way a human could ever be captured. She had been frightened at first, that odd feeling of needing to obey Sara no matter what until Sara had worked on her ball, releasing her from that compulsion.

Or had she Penny wondered, looking up at the painted ceiling, its peaceful scenes of clouds and fantasy flying things. Sara needed to find out what happened in a Pokeball but with Penny’s ball basically neutered she couldn’t really help much. Sara needed another volunteer, but no one would volunteer to be a Pokepet. No one worth the effort that was. Penny had realized that she needed to help her wife. Then Lucy came into the equation but Lucy wasn’t what they needed. Her life shattered, captured before she could gather herself back together she was as useless as Penny. More-so as she now loved being a Pokepet, loved submitting to anything Sara or Penny could think of and Penny had to admit that she had a seriously bent mind when it came to physical pleasure.

So Penny had taken up training to be a Huntress. Not, as she explained to her wife, so she could run the shop when Sara needed to be somewhere else but so she could legally hunt. Hunt humans. With what she knew it had proven easy, the main problem wasn’t finding targets, it was arranging it so they wouldn’t be missed for a long time or like in Lucy and Patricia’s case assumed run away or dead. The artist had proven to be a minimal challenge. Though Sara didn’t realize it Penny was a very attractive woman to certain kinds like artists. The waitress was easier still, she had kept looking at Penny as she ate so the brunette had ‘arranged’ to meet her in the ladies room. After a bit of exploring and warming up her prey Penny had instructed her target what to tell her roommate.

Those had worked like clockwork. Patricia though had required the Grand Seduction. Not a lesbian, Penny knew she had to break through her badly weakened defenses before she mentally recovered from what her captor had done to her. She had to catch her on the rebound so to say. Even so, the night of her capture Patricia was well enough to admit to Penny that, “the sex is great but I’m really not into girls.” Convincing the huntress that ‘this would be the last time’ Penny had captured her. Since everyone thought Patricia was dead no one was looking for her, no one would ever look for her. Her Pokeball had done the rest, a few days captured and imprinted found Patricia quite willing to accept either or both women in her arms.

That made four Pokepet’s for Sara, as Sara had named them. Three were proving very useful but Sara said she needed at least twenty-four data lines to be certain, and with Lucy being the wild card, thus useless, that meant that Penny needed to supply her loving wife with at least twenty one more women. Pretty, and most importantly intelligent women. She wouldn’t fail her wife, not her Sara. Sara was all Penny had in the world really. Her real reason for living and with Patricia Sara had even accepted Penny’s hunting.

Closing her eyes to sleep Penny never realized that her experience in the Pokeball had unhinged her mind just a bit. She could no longer see anything wrong with hunting humans. After all, humans were animals just like Pokemon right? If you could catch one then they deserved to be caught. Winner take all.

Morning found Penny helping her sister Candy put together breakfast. A friend of Candy’s was going to babysit for her while they were at the opening day activities. Sadly the woman was tone deaf so music was nothing but noise to her, thus after a hearty meal the three adults began the mile and a quarter walk to the fairgrounds. They could have taken Paul’s car but it was a nice day and parking would be, as always, limited. Even walking they arrived only a little after the gates opened. Paying their way in the three started looking for fun.

“Carousel” Candy yelled, spotting the device. It was probably one of a dozen but this one was meant for adults not children. So the three spent their time riding in circles, making themselves sick on the Spinners, almost losing their hearts on the roller coasters and all manner of strange rides.

“Time I went home” Paul announced after lunch. “I have the night shift so I need my beauty rest.”

“I better go with him” Candy decided. “Best to let Sandra have time off. After all the really important bands aren’t until day after tomorrow and I don’t want to abuse Sandra’s friendship even if she needs the money. Are you coming sis?”

Penny shook her head no, her mouth full of cotton candy at the moment. She pointed at her watch and held up two hands.

“Home by nine? Are you sure? That’s kind of late” Paul noted.

Penny swallowed so that she could talk. “You’re a local police officer Paul, if I stay inside the fairgrounds and keep my eyes open I’ll be fine, if I leave by eight thirty I should be back by nine. I’ll just stick with groups as much as I can.” She licked her fingers next then continued. “If I find someone interesting I’ll call you so you won’t wait up for me.”

“You’re a married woman” Paul noted with some displeasure.

“And Sara knows just how to punish me for being bad.” Penny stood, throwing her pokeball bag over her shoulder. “Believe me sis, she would most seriously be angry if I messed around on her. I might even lose her so don’t worry you two. I’ll be home by nine, alone and no dilly-dallying. See you later.” She waved, and walked into the crowd.

“One day” Paul noted as he and his wife dropped their garbage into a nearby container. “One day someone should spank her.”

Candy laughed, pulling her husband away from the near-by crowd. “My love” she whispered. “I saw her butt this morning. Someone has been spanking her, the problem is I think that she likes it.”

“Huh” the big man grunted. “Who would have thought. At least I know that if I tried to spank you, you’d be after me with a frying pan.”

“Depends” Candy whispered again. “On why you want to spank me. You’ve never tried and we are sisters you know.” With a laugh on her lips she led her confused husband out the gates and towards home.