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37 P.S.

By: bsmart

Disclaimer:
Why the hell am I writing this? Nobody reads them and they have no legal
weight. It�s a complete waste of time and bandwidth and yet I�m still typing.
If you�re under the legal age where ever you are don�t read this, but since
you�re going to anyways at least don�t let your mommy catch you. This fic is
very much NC-17. Copyright? Ha! Just don�t be a dick. If you got this anywhere
besides mediaminer.org, the official Pokegirls Yahoo group, or
adult-fanfiction.org then you likely haven�t seen all of it as those are the
only places where this story is officially distributed.

Note: This
might be an Orange League fic it might not. To be honest I don�t know a damn
thing about pokemon and I want to keep it that way. If I make a dumb mistake
feel free to point it out. I�ve done as much research as I can into this to
keep it consistent with what seems to be the accepted canon of the pokegirl
world. Also no one that I know of has done anything with the Orange League so
I�m making it up as I go along.

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Chapter 4: Meat and Greet

The
attack came from the right.

The
water was colder then Alan had expected. The shallow streams and ponds around
the village had never been warm, much less hot, but only in the winter had it
ever been necessary to heat the water up before getting in it. The river was a
whole new experience, everywhere the water touched it felt like someone had
slapped him with a pin cushion, the first rush of water that had climbed over
his boot was like liquid fire running up his leg. He tried to focus on keeping
moving but every time he managed to pull his thoughts away from the water
another previously dry part of his anatomy would be drenched in the sub arctic
water and send a new brof sof shivers up his spine. Before he had even stepped
into the first washout his teeth were chattering a staccato beat.

The
washouts. Never having crossed a running body of water deeper then his shin
Alan was caught by surprise the first time he stepped behind one of the large
boulders they planned to use for cover on their right and for protection from
the current. The rushing water might have been diverted around the rocks
initially but the still waters in their shadow sucked the rushing water right
back in and eroded a deep hole behind the stones. In a single step Alan went
from water that was up to his thighs to water that was swirling around his
chest.

The
ice water that had sucked all the heat from his legs was bad enough but when
the river got its frigid grip around his chest all the air whooshed from his
lungs and he forgot to breath. Only when he started to climb out of the washout
and multicolored spots began to dance in front of his eyes did the urge to
breath overcome his chest muscles instinct to contract.

p clp class=MsoNormal style='border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:double windowtext 2.25pt;
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path through the rocks kept most of the large stones to their right but there
were still plenty of smaller rocks to their left. If they went further
downstream they might be able to avoid any more major washouts but they'd also
be left exposed to the world. With the memory of a bloody razor leaf foremost
in his mind Alan warned his companions of the washouts and moved on. Two thirds
of the way across Alan paused behind one of the boulders to help Misha across.
With as little body mass as she had she was constantly struggling to keep her
footing in the current. Alan let her pass him so that he would be able to watch
her finish the crossing.

In
reality it had been inevitable. The rapid current, the sudden changes from
sections of calm water behind the rocks to the rush of water between them, the
washouts, the bone freezing temperature of the water, and the loose sand and
river stones that made up the river bed all combined made it inevitable that
something would happen.

What
happened was that Jeremy managed to step into the deepest part of the washout
behind the boulder that Alan had just passed. In an instant Jeremy disappeared
below the surface of the river and not even the top of his pack was visible.
Before he could orient himself he fell out of calm behind the rock and was
caught by the current of the river.

in'>Jeremy's
panicked shout drew Alan's attention immediately. He turned to see Jeremy
pinned up against one of the smaller rocks a few meters down stream with his
head half submerged in water.

"Hold
on!" he shouted before turning to Misha, "Hurry up, get across."
Given how much trouble Misha was having making it across she'd most likely be
more of a hindrance then a help.

Jeremy
didn't really take Alan's advice, lying over on his side, pinned up against a
rock and with his mouth covered in water almost the entire time Jeremy was more
worried about drowning then holding on. He was trying to push himself up off
the rock enough to get his feet back under him when Alan sloshed up beside him
pushing a wave of water ahead of him that swamped Jeremy just as he was
inhaling.

On
land helping Jeremy up wouldn't have been something to even think twice about,
in the water in the middle of a river with a ten knot current keeping him pinned
to a rock it took everything that Alan had to pull his friend up and out of the
river.

"Come
on, lemme help," Alan said as he pulled Jeremy's right arm across his
shoulder and stood up to head back to the shore.

The
pair started to trudge towards the bank that Misha was standing on, pack at her
feet. In a split second Alan saw the
smile of relief on Misha's face morph into horror, as something to his right
caught her attention.

"LOOK
OU�.�

The
pokegirl was a pale blue blur in his peripheral vision as she leapt completely
out of the water to his right and landed on the side of the rock whose washout
was causing them all this trouble. He didn't get the chance to turn to get a
good look at her before she had crouched down on the boulder, grafted to its
nearly sheer side like a coiled spring before she exploded off of it in a
headlong dive towards him.

Even
if he had been prepared for it there would have been little Alan could do to
stop the girl before she slammed into him, with Jeremy hanging off of his side
and waist deep in a river there was nothing he could do.

The
world spun crazily as Alan felt himself thrown over Jeremy, tumbling over a
rock and plunging completely into the frigid water on the far side of it.
Coming up sputtering and spitting Alan tried to find her but the river looked
no different then it had a minute ago. Spying Jeremy already up and stumbling
towards Misha Alan tried to do the same, until he saw an iridescent blue ridge
peak through the foam as it weaved its way between the rocks and accelerated
between towards Jeremy. Slapping his hands in the water as hard as he could
Alan bellowed, "Hey! Come Here! Look Over Here Damn It!" trying to
get the pokegirl's attention, and to his mounting dismay it worked. The fin turned
towards him and disappeared below the surface.

Alan
franticly tried to spot the pokegirl, to try to figure out which direction she
was coming from so he could try to dodge her but the light was already fading,
he could barely see anything beyond Misha, and the water was a sheet of
obsidian broken only by white mounds of foam. He reached back to try to get at
his carbine to scare the girl off but he found that it was now hopelessly
tangled up with the straps of his backpack after the spill he'd taken. With no
idea where the pokegirl was and with no way to fight back Alan did the only
thing he could, he ran.

He
didn't get far.

The
pokegirl had circled around behind her prey and had built up a good head of
steam, when she slammed into Alan's shoulder she sent him flying forward chest
first into a rock.

The
crushing impact of the fall momentarily overwhelmed the shrieking pain from
Alan's shredded right shoulder allowing him to push himself up with it and keep
moving towards the river bank. He only had another five meters to go and he'd
be out and to where Jeremy was readying his rifle and Misha was digging around
in her pack.

Slipping
on a pile of loose sand Alan went down to his hands and knees but never stopped
moving. A quick glance back showed him how futile his efforts were; the
pokegirl had already circled and was coming back. Jeremy's rifle cracked as he
tried to discourage the pokegirl long enough for Alan to get clear but his
second shot never came, a thimble full of sand from the rivers bottom had been
clinging to the bolt and when the rifle fired it found its way into the chamber
jamming the weapon.

Even
though he knew very well what was going on and with dry land still three meters
away Alan couldn't help himself, he had to look back.

The
pokegirl was now in shallow enough water that her back was now exposed up out
of the water and a thick muscular tail churned the water behind her, ing ing
her towards him.

"Get
out of the water!" Misha screamed ahead of him.

Turning
back towards his friends Alan now saw that Misha was holding a pistol like
object with a large black box at the base of its grip in her hands and heading
towards the edge of the river. Realizing what was going on Alan scrambled up
out of the water and dove the last two meters, landing at Misha's feet.

Behind
Alan the girl had started to crawl up the bank towards him on her hands and
feet. The speed with which she moved was incredible, she was crawling faster
them most people could have run. When only a half meter separated herm hem her
prey the girl reared up bearing a mouthful of needle like fangs and the long
sharp talons that adorned each of her fingers in preparation for her kill, but
Misha pulled the trigger first.

With
only a meter between it and its target the stunner was able to work perfectly.
Faster then anyone's brain could register a blot of electricity surged from one
contact of the stunner to the pokegirl and then back to the stunner. The only
sure sign that Misha's eyes weren't deceiving her were the twin lightning
shaped streaks that were momentarily burned into her retinas.

The
pokegirl dropped like a marionette with her strings cut and she crashed down
into the bank of the river amidst a spray of sand and the smell of ozone. The
blue pokegirl slid a forward a few feet pushing up a mound of river stones and
sand as her forward momentum played itself out.

Seeing
his attacker crumple to the ground beside him Alan scrambled backwards to put
some distance between them before standing up and wiping the water from his
face. "Holy shit."

Jeremy
finally finished clearing his rifle and took aim at the girl. "She almost
killed us."

Alan
shrugged off his pack and started to untangle his carbine from ituot;uot;Come
on, we gotta get outta here, that's bound to attract some attention."

"What
about her?" Jeremy asked.

"Leave
her," Alan said as he freed his weapon.

"No!"
Misha exclaimed.

"What
the hell do you mean no?" Jeremy asked.

"We
have to take her with us! We can use her," Misha said.

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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 0in 0in'>"The
fuck?" Jeremy replied.

"If
one of you two can screw her we can use her!" Misha said.

"What
part of 'She just tried to kill us,' isn't registering on you? I don't think
she's in the mood."

"No
she's right," Alan said, "if we can hurry we can tie her down before
she wakes up."

"Why
do you think I'm going to tie her down?" Alan said as he slung his rifle
over his shoulder and tossed his pack to Jeremy's feet.

"t
dt
do you want me to do with this?" Jeremy asked as he kicked the green pack.

"You
wanna carry her?"

Jeremy
picked up the pack without complaint.

The
group moved through the forest as quickly as possible. They knew that the
commotion at the river would draw the attention of any pokegirl who'd heard it
and they had to get away from there as soon as possible. Night was also falling
and there was less and less light to navigate by, they'd only been running for a
bit over ten minutes when Alan told Misha to start looking for someplace to
spend the night. She quickly found the perfect spot and started to climb.

>

The
forest was a mish mash of different kinds of trees, most of them tall and with
few low branches but a few were different, like the tree Misha was now
scrambling up. The tree looked like it was a conglomeration of a dozen trees
that had grown to close to each other and had fused together to form a single
huge tree. A good five meters across at the base and with hollows big enough to
hide in between the various 'trunks' that made up the tree's body it was a
monster, the largest of it's kind for as far as the could see. Three minutes
later Misha dropped a rope to the ground. Alan stood nervously by with the
heavy pokegirl on his shoulders as Jeremy tied his pack to the rope so that
Misha could haul it up while he climbed up.

The
pokegirl was surprisingly heavy, far heavier then she should have been. Alan
guessed that standing upright she wouldn't have been any taller then Misha and
they were built the same too but he suspected that she weighed nearly as much
as Jeremy. 'Must be seventy kilos,' he thought as he shifted her weight again
trying to get her to sit comfortably.

When
Jeremy completed the twenty meter climb up the tree's side the rope again
dropped down and Alan quickly looped it under the pokegirl's arms three times
before tying four knots in the rope and starting the climb himself.

It
was easy going up the side of the tree, there were plenty of hand and toe holds
on its trunk thanks to its strange appearance and a thick tangle of vines that
grew over it gave him something to hold onto on the rare occasion that there
wasn't a spot to hold on to in easy reach. Fairly quickly he found himself at
the top and he pulled himself over the edge and into the nest.

Misha
hadn't simply picked this tree because it was easy to climb, or that it was
good and high though those hadn't hurt her choice, she'd picked it because of
the way she knew its branches grew. The three of them were now sitting in a
deep bowl formed by the different 'trunks' that made up the tree's body
breaking apart and going their separate ways to create the tree's limbs. Seen
from above it looked like the group was sitting in the middle of a wooden star
burst.

Alan
crawled over to where Misha and Jeremy were pulling the girl up but before he
could help they reached over and drug her limp body up and over the side of the
bowl. "What the hell did she eat before this, rocks?" Jeremy asked
annoyedly.

"It's
the tail," Misha replied.

Alan
realized that Misha was right as he drug the girl over to one of the large
branches that arced out away from the nest. 'That tail's bigger then one of her
legs," he thought as he worked to tie her arms and legs the limbs adjacent
to the one she was laying on. It took some creative looping but Alan was able
to get all four of her limbs immobilized with one piece of rope and get her spread-eagled
for what had to happen next.

For
a few tense minutes Alan, Jeremy, and Misha tried to settle in, propping their
packs up in one corner of the nest and laying their rifles within easy reach.
The nest wasn't really roomy and everyone kept bumping into and crawling over
one another but they were used to close quarters after having lived with each
other for years. However these minor house keeping details couldn't occupy
their attention for long.

"So,
which one of you two wants her?" Misha asked after a few uncomfortable
moments spent collectively gazing at the bound pokegirl across the nest from
the trio.

"I'm
not getting anywhere near those teeth," Jeremy declared. "You can
have her."

For
a long moment Alan right through the girl, while the thought of "having
her" appealed to him he couldn't get the image of her slithering along the
ground towards him with murder in her eyes out of his head. The dull ache in
his shoulder and chest reminded him of just how close she'd come to her goal.
The appeal of having her was rapidly waning.

"Come
on Alan," Misha encouraged, "once you start fucking her she's gonna
forget all about killing you."

"Yeah...,"
Alan murmured off, Misha's words hadn't really been comforting. There was also
the small problem of having to perform in front of his two best friends.
"I don't really know if I can..."

"What?"
Misha and Jeremy both asked.

"Well
with you two here..."

"I
don't believe this," Misha snapped, "You're telling me you can't get
it up?"

"Well
excuse me for not being able to get it up over a girl who tried to kill me
right in front of you two!"

Jeremy
looked sympathetic to Alan's plight but Misha wasn't as understanding.
"Well we don't have a choice, she's not going to stay out forever and when
she wakes up she's going to be pissed and those ropes aren't going to hold her
and we can't afford to use up another charge on the stunner."

Alan
had to concede that Misha was right, the stunners only got five or six
discharges per battery pack depending on their setting and they only had two
packs. In the early days of the war any and all new weapons ideas were being
considered. Following up on some reports that some people had had luck
incapacitating the monsters by electrocuting them one weapons technician had
cobbled together the first stunner. Earlier attempts had been made to knock the
monsters out or kill them with conventional tasers or stun guns but even the
one hundred and fifty thousand volts of the most powerful models would only
daze the weakest of them. The first stunner, one similar to the one that Misha
had been given, used similar principles to a commercial stun gun only its
lowest setting was a half million volts with its highest six times that. The
weapon worked but its major draw back was that it had a maximum effective range
of about a meter and half, its capacitors also used up battery packs at a
ferocious rate. The stunner that they had been given was one of the few
remaining operational ones.

"Well
I'm sorry but I can't do it!"

Misha
glared at Alan and Jeremy in turn before screwing her cute little face up in a
snarl and spitting, "You two are completely useless!" As she sat down
on a nearby limb she muttered angrily, "...and you wonder why I like
girls." Reaching down Misha fought with the laces of her boots for a
moment before getting them off and then peeling off the layers of socks she'd
been wearing to help keep them on.

"What
are you doing?" Jeremy asked.

"What
does it look like?" Misha replied as she pulled off the last of the socks
and then tossed her hat onto the rapidly growing pile of discarded clothing.

"But...,"
Jeremy started to say.

Alan
shook his head and mouthed the word "Larsen" to Jeremy while Misha
undid her ponytail and fluffed up her long golden curls.

Realization
quickly dawned on Jeremy as he recalled that at least one of the members of the
security detachment was a woman and that none of her three pokegirls ever
seemed to stray far from home.

A
flash of red drew both of their attention back to Misha as shed her bright red
shirt and started to crawl towards the pokegirl. While Misha's position hid
everything on the front of her chest at the same time it exposed the broad
expanse of deeply tanned skin that covered her back. The contrast between the
smooth bronzed skin and her thick blond curls grabbed Alan's attention like few
things had ever before.

"What
are you doing?" Jeremy asked in alarm.

Misha
looked back over her shoulder at him and said, "I'm not getting laid for
the first time with all my clothes on. Now do something useful and get the
stunner." She shifted her gaze to Alan. "And you get up here and
watch her head."

Alan
did as he was told and with a little careful climbing he managed to work his
way out onto the limb the pokegirl was tied to. He was glad for the distraction
as it allowed him to focus on something besides his topless best friend. As he
settled onto the limb he looked up and realized that he had a problem, directly
in front of him completely exposed to his gaze was both the pokegirl and Misha.
The fact that Misha didn't have a single tan line registered on his conscious
mind after his reflexes had already done their best to snap his gaze down. He
immediately regretted this as he realized that they were still a good twenty
meters up.

"Alan!"
Misha's voice broke through the semi-panicked daze of her friend. His eyes came
up to hers but just as quickly they peeked down and then shot off to the side
finding something very interesting about the next limb over. "Alan look at
me." He cautiously did so. "Calm down, I don't care, it's not like
you haven't seen it all before," she said.

Alan
had seen it all before, and so had Jeremy, when you live together for fifteen
years its hard not to occasionally walk in on each other when you weren't
dressed, it happened even more often when you were intentionally careless. The
difference was that all those times had been accidents, a quick peek followed a
slamming door or a grabbed towel and then a muttered apology and Misha had
never been about to...force herself on a girl when he'd stumbled upon her.

When
Misha dropped her head back down to look at the pokegirl beneath her Alan was
left with nothing to look at, her eyes were somewhere else and he was staring
at a forest of golden curls. His eyes soon made the inevitable trek downwards
and even though quite a bit of Misha's hair had fallen forward he could still
catch lingering glimpses of Misha's cute little pink nipples at the tips of her
chocolate skinned breasts.

Alan
scaugcaught himself licking his lips and rapidly looked for something else to
gaze at. The soft murmur of, "Whor...," drew his attention back to
the pokegirl he was supposed to be watching. For the first time since he'd laid
eyes on her he got a chance to really look at her, not as a ravenous predator
trying to devour him or as a dead weight to be carted around but as, well, a
very attractive and very naked girl.

Even
upside down, at least from his vantage point, she was quite cute, even though
her body and size suggested that she was full grown all the features of her
face flowed together smoothly with nary a wrinkle or crease on it, not even
around her nose, giving her a youthful appearance. She had two ears in the
usual place but unlike a normal girl hers were huge fin like projections that
hugged the side of her head. The only suggestion that they weren't fins was the
subtle was the fronts of them curved around and the small well hidden hole of
her ear canal at the base. Instead of hair the girl had three tall ridges
running across the top of her skull. All three were pointed in the front and
the first was large enough to give her a widow's peak. The first ridge was the
largest, standing a good fifteen centimeters off the top of her head but the
second was almost as tall, maybe eleven centimeters Alan figured, it didn't
stop at her temples like the first but swept down the sides to the girl's head
and ending just below the girl's ears. Both of them were iridescent and
shimmering in the moonshine that struggled through the tree tops, the bases of
them looked as solid as bone but they grew thinner and more feathery as you
went up, the tips of both of them waved gently in the breeze. The final ridge
was much shorter and thicker, and it was a dark smoky blue.

Alan's
appraisal of the charms of the pokegirl's face was interrupted by her gasping
moan of, "Whooooresea!" His eyes suddenly locked with a pair of big
seafoam green ones and he was sure his life was over until they snapped shut
and the Whoresea hissed through her bared needle like teeth.

The
Whoresea was just slightly beyond pissed off when she finally regained her
senses. She wore ore angry then she had been when her pack had driven her off
because she hadn't shared some food she'd found and even angrier then when thatupitupid Titacruel had forced her out of her last den. In fact if not for that
tentacled lesbian she'd never have run into these aggravating little humans and
their pokegirl.

She'd
been moving down river in search of a good place for a new den when she'd
happened upon the two males crossing the water. Even if she hadn't been hungry
her natural instincts told her that these males would try and hurt her, in her
mind she'd been defending herself when she'd attacked them. She would have
gotten them too if not for their pokegirl.

The
Whoresea's confusion over what Misha was was understandable, they only females
she'd ever seen had been pokegirls and the only males she'd ever seen or that
her instincts identified were humans. She naturally assumed that female meant
pokegirl, it was the only reason Alan and Jeremy were still alive.

The l mul must be an electric type because she'd shocked her hard enough to knock
her out. The Whoresea had an instinctual dislike of electric types, playing
with them might be fun but fighting them always hurt, but it was partially over
ridden by a pleasant memory of a Ria that had seduced her when the pokegirl had
come to the river to drink. The memory of that enjoyable afternoon along with
the knowledge that this girl could shock her into submission at will were the
only things that kept the Whoresea from killing Alan and Jeremy the moment she awoke,
that and the delightful things the little blonde was doing to her chest.

The
pokegirl's normal instincts would have demanded that she immediately kill Alan
and Jeremy regardless of how mfun fun it might have been to let the little
pokegirl continue, after all sex came after food and safety and she was hungry
and both of these males were dangerous, she knew that deep down in the pit of
her stomach. Fortunately or unfortunately depending on who was doing the
judging and when, a much deeper set of instincts were driving her actions. She
decided to let the little electric do as she pleased, after all the males
weren't threatening her at the moment, they were just sitting there watching,
something that made her tingle a bit, and the ropes that held her down wouldn't
be difficult to get out of. She decided that she could let the pokegirl do as
she pleased, after they were done she'd kill the males. Then she'd share on of
the kills with her mate and they'd take the other body with them while they
looked for a nest to share.

Consciously
the Whoresea was still thinking of Misha as a pokegirl but alreaer ser subconscious
was reshaping her thought processes, suppressing the pokegirl's fighting
instincts, nudging sex higher up her priorities list, and pushing her towards
thinking of Misha as something more then a momentary distraction. As more and
mor Mis Misha's skin cells were forced against the pokegirl's skin and more of
her saliva coated the Whoresea's body the process picked up speed as Misha's
DNA started to imprint itself on the pokegirls mind. None of this registered on
the pokegirl as she basked in the feeling of Misha nibbling on her breast, not
even the fact that she had made a long term plan, something only possible
because of the increase in neurotransmitters starting to surge into her brain
opening up long dormant neural pathways.

As
he watched Misha's mouth finish its climb up the side of one of the girl's pale
blue breasts Alan was very conscious of the fact that his continued survival
now dded ded on the talent of Misha's fingers and tongue. As her tongue neared
the peak of the perfectly smooth globe of flesh something started to happen.
Where previously there had been a smooth expanse of flesh on the pokegirl's
breast a small patch of skin started to look like the girl had a case of goose
bumps, when Misha's little coral colored tongue swept across that tiny patch of
skin the Whoresea's yowl of delight she immediately returned and started to
suckle with a passion. 'Her whole body is streamlined,' Alan realized,
'everything, from the lack of nipples, to the way her entire face looks so
young to the way her breasts flow into the rest of her body. It's like she's
been designed to live in the water.' When Misha's cheeks started to hollow out
due to the suction she was creating the network of very faint grayish brown
rings on the pokegirl's hide ed ted to darken up in her version of a full body
flush.

Alan's
thoughts were derailed as the Whoresea arched her back up off the limb trying
to force more of her breast into Misha's questing mouth. When Misha decided to
tease her captive the pokegirl took matters into her own hands, or tail as the
case was. IN the process of tying the Whoresea down Alan made the understandable
mistake of forgetting that unlike a regular human the pokegirl had five
appendages instead of four, he forgot about her tail. Like a cerulean anaconda
the forgotten limb reared up between Misha's legs and wrapped around her chest
forcing her down onto the horny pokegirl.

Alan
and Jeremy both shot to their feet in alarm but Misha stopped them with some
frantic gesturing before they did anything to interfere. The words that managed
to squeak by her mouthful of pokegirl flesh were garbled beyond recognition but
she was able to make it abundantly clear she didn't want their help. Both of
them sat back down nervously as Misha was half dragged down the pokegirl's body
leaving a thin trail of wetness in the wake of their friend�s tongue.

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Watching
Misha�s blonde mop bobbing between the Whoresea�s legs was probably the most
erotic thing Alan had ever seen, or hoped to see. Her golden tresses swayed in
time with the pokegirl�s moans in a rhythm that was completely intoxicating.
Misha had always been off limits, she was about as sexy aty attracted to him as
Jeremy was and he could respect that. It didn�t mean that she didn�t feature
occasionally in his more lurid fantasies, and it certainly didn�t mean that he
wasn�t going to enjoy the show she was putting on now. Alan was sure that he�d
find himself dreaming of a Misha/Whoresea threesome more then a few times in
the future. As the Whoresea�s moans and whines grew louder and more frequent a
new sound could barely be heard in the background, a faint but subtle creaking
of the ropes that were holding the Whoresea down.

All
too soon, at least in Jeremy, Alan, and the Whoresea�s opinions, the pokegirl�s
vocalizations took on a more urgent tone; very quickly they blended into one
long constant high pitched squeal that soon felt like an ice pick in Alan�s ear
and lines of dark spots formed down both of her flanks and along her legs. As
soon as the Whoresea�s screech ended Misha�s head popped up from between the
girl�s legs, an evil grin adorning her shiny face.

al'>The
Whoresea hadn't even stopped shuddering before a new imperative leapt to the
forefront of her mind. Her Mistress had just made her happy, now it was time
for her to make her Mistress happy.

Jeremy
and Alan had both been so enthralled by the show that Misha and her pokegirl
had been putting on that the popping of the nylon ropes that had been holding
the Whoresea down caught them both completely by surprise. In a display of raw
power combined with a surprising finesse for someone who'd just snapped three
ton test nylon rope the pokegirl pushed Misha and herself completely across the
bowl of the tree's limbs to a soft landing on the other side.

No
matter how surprised Alan and Jeremy had been Misha was even more so, one
minute she'd been lying atop the gorgeous pokegirl enjoying the feeling of the
girl spasming under her and the next she was sitting up against the pseudo-wall
of tree branches on the other side of their hide with the pokegirl atop her
forcing her long slim tongue as far into her mouth as she could. However she
didn't feel the least bit threatened something that bothered her a great deal
more then the rows of ice pick shaped teeth that hung directly over her tongue
as she started to return the Whoresea's ardor. She couldn't figure out why but
she knew that the pokegirl wasn't going to hurt her, quite the opposite, she
also knew that Alan and Jeremy were going to react in entirely the wrong way.
Her fears were realized when her attacker suddenly withdrew her tongue and
turned her head to hiss at someone followed by a meaty thwack and then her senses
were again deluged as the pokegirl returned to her work with a vengeance.

Alan
had tried to stop Jeremy when he'd taken a half step towards the Sapphic pair
and pointed the stunner at Misha's "attacker" but he wasn't fast
enough, the Whoresea was however. Jeremy's feet weren't even planted good
before the girl had turned her head toward him and lashed out with her tail.
The first swipe had connected with the stunner and had knocked it out of his
hands, the return swipe came in low and knocked his ankles together and sending
him falling over towards the empty space beyond the edge of the tree. For a
half second Jeremy seemed to hang in space looking for all the world like he
was about to take a painful and perhaps fatal fall out of the tree, and then the
pokegirl's tail came back for the third strike. With a hearty slap that Alan
knew immediately would bruise, the girl's tail came down hard on Jeremy's back
driving him into the bottom of the bowl of limbs. The entire attack had taken
less then a two seconds and apparently none of the pokegirl's concentration,
she never broke stride in her oral assault of Misha.

Keeping
a close eye on the pokegirl Alan stooped down and helped his friend up.
"Oh damn that hurts," he snarled.

"Well
if you'd been thinking...," Alan replied with a finger over his lips to
try to get Jeremy to quite down.

"Think
about what, she popped the ropes and slammed Misha," Jeremy said as he sat
down next Alan on the limbs that had formerly held the pokegirl.

"She
could have gotten loose whenever she wanted to we forgot to tie her tail down,
if she wanted to she could have killed Misha as soon as she woke up but
didn't." Directly across from them the pokegirl had started to tear at
Misha's pants trying to get them off while her mouth never left Misha's chest
but Misha managed to push her off long enough to shimmy out of them so that the
pokegirl didn't rip them apart in her excitement. As soon Misha's pants were
gone the Whoresea jammed her head between Misha's legs.

Misha's
strangled gasp got Alan's attention and when he looked up at Misha's face she
was staring right through him and her mouth was contorted in a soundless
scream. When he smiled at her Misha's eyes rolled up in her head and she ntednted, "Ohhhhhhfuck!"

"You
alright?" Alan asked with a smile as Misha panted heavily, causing her
chest to bob enticingly.

"Oh...ohhhh
gawwd she's...ah!..gotta...eeeeEEHHH!...long tongue!" Misha cried. A fine sheen
of sweat was starting to form on her body making her skin glow in the moonlight.

"Would
you keep it down," Jeremy said.

"Fuck
you!" Misha spat as her Whoresea forced her way deeper between her legs
but just as quickly she jammed the side of her hand in her mouth and whined
around it.

Deciding
that they'd had enough of a show Alan nudged Jeremy's arm and turned around on
the limb so that he now faced out.

"What's
the matter?" Jeremy asked.

"Nothing,
just figured we might want to give her some privacy."

�You
want to give her some privacy now?� Jeremy snickered.

�Gotta
start at some point.�

�Spoilsport.�

�Eh.�

�My,
how apathetic of you,� Jeremy said.

Alan
just smirked. �So you want first of second shift watch?�

�Second,
wait, what about her?�

Misha�s
moan became a suppressed wail. �Let her sleep.�

�Now
you really su

For
the next twenty minutes the two of them did their best to rest and resist the
impulse to turn back around and witness the deflowering of their friend. The moans and groans slowly picked up pace
until Misha let loose one final howl and was silent. A few moments later
Misha�s sweet voice reached their ears, �You two pervs can turn around now.�

�Pervs?!�
Jeremy exclaimed as he turned towards her, �How are we pe��

�Told
ya.� Misha was reclining against the tree limbs behind her. She�d managed to
put her pants back on but she hadn�t bothered to button them up leaving a small
tuft of hair exposed at the bottom of the fly that was as blonde as what was on
her head. The rest of her body was completely naked and covered in a thin sheen
of sweat, from the tops of her breasts up her copper colored skin was tinged
with a healthy pink glow and both of her dainty little nipples stood up
proudly. Her hair was a mess with tangles of curls falling every which way with
one particularly large group concealing the left hand side of her face. The
Whoresea was now snuggled up on her right side and one of the fingers on
Misha�s right hand was rhythmically stroking in and out of the pokegirl�s cunt.
Alan couldn�t remember her ever looking sexier. �Did you two enjoy the show,�
shked ked sweetly and a tad sleepily.

�About
as much as you enjoyed giving it,� Alan replied numbly.

�Then
you must have enjoyed it a lot,� she said before yawning deeply.

�I
think we�d all better get some sleep,� Alan declared as he stood up and made
his way around Misha to their packs. He got her sleeping bag out of her pack
and spread it out and she quickly rolled over onto it bringing her new pokegirl
with her.

A
mumbled, �Thanks,� came out of Misha�s mouth.

Alan
didn�t reply as it was obvious that Misha was too far gone to hear him anyway.
He pulled the journal out of his pack and went back to the spot he�d been
sitting in, grabbing his rifle along the way. �I�ll wake you up in five hours,�
he told Jeremy.

�AlrightJereJeremy said as he went to grab his own sleeping bag.

Alan
sat down and started reading.

*****************

May 4, 2005

Simms
just about lost it today when Tim brought back a pokegirl with him from last
night's patrol. Well actually he did lose it. He's managed to keep the platoon
pokegirl free for a year now, finding ways to make sure we don't get the
opportunity to capture some of them and all. Most of the guys are pissed, who
can blame them? The pokegirls are the only actually effective weapons to fight
back and Simms has made sure we've never had any. There's also the fact that
some of the guys in the rest of the company have one or two or even three of
them and are getting laid constantly. I swear it's like having your next door
neighbor constantly screwing a pair of supermodels on the front lawn and then
having the girls parade around naked constantly. Most of us have spent the last
year trying to cook up ways to get around Simms and get a hold of a pokegirl
but Tim was the first one of us to manage it.

Talk
about weird though, Tim has always been a bastard, first one to make a lewd
comment at one of the girls in the nursing section, first one to try and buy a
night with one of the other guy's pokegirls, hell first one to coin the term
pokewhore after he heard some of the refugees call them pokegirls. Then he
comes back from patrol last night with this dog eared girl and damn near starts
a fight when Mike asks how much for a couple hours with her. Simms comes racing
up, as well as a man with one good leg can race, and starts railing at Tim and
the girl and he makes like he's protecting her by standing in front of her!
I've heard some of the guys in the rest of the brigade talking about how some
of the guys who'd caught the girls started acting weird towards them after
they'd....well...fucked'em, but this was the first time I'd seen it up close.

I
don't know if I could do it though, I've seen a few of the 'captures' and it
creeps me out. You've got to get a bunch of guys, pokegirls for the really
strong ones, to hold the girl down while you...well you rape her, sure she
stops fighting it eventually and the guys who were holding her down can let
because she suddenly can't get enough of you but all that fighting and spiting
and howling at first...just creeps me out.

Part
of me was jealous as hell when I saw the girl Tim brought back, why everyone of
these monster girls is drop dead gorgeous is beyond me but I'm thankful for it.
Then Ami tugged on my arm and did her best to ask me what was going on.

Ami,
damn. I got Jamal to translate for us for a good two hours, cost me one of my
last cartons of cigs but it was worth it. Turns out that Ami's been alone for
damn near two years now. Her father and two brothers got drafted into the army
and she's never seen them n, gn, given how badly things have gone for everyone
I doubt she ever will. Her mother and her took shelter with a bunch of other
people in the basement of one of the skyscrapers in Kuala Lumpur when the pokegirls started to overrun the city. They
managed to survive in the ruins for nearly two years but she lost her mother to
a street gang a few months back.

All
this going on and we're still killing each other, ain't humanity grand?

I
bought Jamal's Malay/English dictionary off him for another carton of cigs,
those things are worth their weight in gold now, and we've been using it to
communicate. We still don't know what the hell we're saying to each other most
of the time but I don't care, what ever she says sounds beautiful and I just
like having her around.

I'd
kill for a river or something so I could take a bath so I wouldn't stink so bad
around her.

***********************

Alan
closed the journal and quickly checked their surroundings out before reflecting
on what his father had written. According to the journal taming a pokegirl was
a hell of a lot more violent then what had happened with Misha, the Whoresea
hadn't even really put up that much of a fight and when she had decided that
she wanted up to jump Misha she'd just snapped the nylon rope apart like it was
twine. The only explanation he could come up with was the since Misha had been
a girl the Whoresea didn't get that bent out of shape about a girl doing that
to her. There were certainly enough reports of pokegirls jumping each other in
the wild to suggest that they didn't mind the company of other girls.

He
looked over to where Misha was sleeping, she'd put her pants back on before
going to sleep but she was still gloriously topless. The Whoresea, 'We've got
to think of a name for her,' Alan thought, was plastered to Misha's side like a
leech and she'd managed to wrap her tail completely around one of Misha's legs.
The pokegirl's pale blue skin was a stark contrast with Misha's dark brown tan
but they looked like they belonged together. He'd just noticed that their breathing
had synced when Misha rolled over and latched onto her pokegirl with as much
ardor as the pokegirl had held onto her. The pokegirl's face was buried under
an avalanche of blonde ringlets but her only reaction was a quietly muttered
and very happy sounding, "Whoreseeeeaaa."

It
was then that Alan realized his life had gotten even more frustrating. There
were now two very attractive and completely unavailable girls in the group who,
because one of them needed sex like she needed air, were going to screw constantly
and given how dangerous it would be to wander off they'd probably do it just
like they had tonight, in plain view and within ten feet of him.

With
a tormented groan Alan scanned the surrounding forest and the returned to his
father's journal.

Author�s
Notes

1) After looking through the
pokedex I realized that my timeline doesn't mesh with the "official"
timeline. Obviously I don't care, for two reasons. One, I'm already four
chapters in and I don't really want to go back and start juggling all the dates
and changing the title. Two, I think the PG timeline is screwed up anyway. It
has normalcy returning almost instantly after a major earth shattering
catastrophe. By 20 A.S. the world is practically back to normal, honestly after
how bad things supposedly were I would think that it would be closer to 100
A.S. or even 150 before things started to settle back down.

2) Population of the World.
This will be more of an issue later but I feel like writing about it now. I
can't tell you exactly where, probably the PG message board, but somebody said
that the population of the Earth around 300 A.S. is 500 Million. So what are
the implications of that number on the population of the world around oh, 37
A.S.? Populations tend to grow rather fast when they want to, in 200 years the
population of the US has gone from about 60 pilgrims to 330 million. Of course immigration
has had something to do with that but even cutting that number to a tenth of
that is still a population explosion.
Now how about the PG world with 300 years to grow?

Even if the population only
doubled every generation you could easily wind up with 500 million humans from
a mere 10,000 given 12 generations to grow and doubling the population every
generation is conservative since children are an asset in an agrarian society.
Now that's assuming one man and one woman pairings, but things aren't that
simple, the number of normal human women is significantly lower immediately
after the War making pokewomen the only choice for breeding. I haven't heard
anyone suggest what the odds are of what a pokewoman will give birth too, so
I'm going to right now. 35% chance of a normal male baby, 25% chance of a
normal female baby (though threshold would still be a possibility), and a 40%
chance of giving birth to a pokegirl,re'sre's also a much increased chance of
twins and triplets with the more animalistic pokegirls. (ie catgirls, vixens,
lupinas, etc.) You also have to consider that in the PG world one man and one
woman/pokewoman isn't the norm, it's the exception. The average male is going
to have two or more breeding partners increasing the birth rate dramatically.
So what's the point of all this babbling? Given the current population of the
PG world and the population dynamics everything points to the number of normal
humans who survived the Great War being low, extremely low, 10,000 individuals
or less. Now there's a second way to approach this, the PG world map. While the
map isn't really considered canon and many people have suggested that there are
nous ous problems with it I think that it's still a decent guide to give you
some idea as to the shape of the PG world. First off many major population
centers as well as farming areas of the world are under water. This alone is
enough to suggest that several billion people, 2 to 3, are dead simply as a result of the natural catastrophes
of the Great War, it also suggests that famine would have also eliminated a
good many more people. Using that as a starting point what about the survivors?
Well there's enough evidence in the pokedex entries alone to suggest that in
addition to feral pokegirls spreading throughout the world there were also a
great many tame ones organized into armies throughout the world. Given how
useless normal human weapons are against most pokegirls it's not a big leap of
the imagination to think that these armies probably roamed unchecked across the
world killing many many humans. Finally there's the break down of society. Like
it or not most of us wouldn't be able to survive in the wild. Most of us have
never had to catch our own meat, farm our own food, build our own shelter or
heal our own sicknesses. As society inevitably collapsed during the war the
systems that allowed a few specialists to feed a country, or to shelter it, or
heal it would have fallen apart. People would have been left to fend for
themselves, sure they could have scavenged what they needed from the ruins of
the cities for a while but eventually there would have been nothing left and
they would have had to learn how to survive in the wild or die and I doubt that
most would have been able to make that transition, what with feral pokegirls
and all. Taking all of this into consideration it's not a giant leap to imagine
that the number of people still alive ten years after the war would have been
significantly less then one billion, in fact 100 million seems entirely
reasonable. So where does this leave us? Two reasonable numbers but separated
from each other by a factor 10,000. I doubt very much that the war would have
managed to kill off 99.99984% of the earth's population but you can't throw out
the population evidence, there should be as many people alive in 300 A.S. if
not many many more then there are today if 100 million people survived the
Great War. So just how many people are there? Honestly there's no way to
actually know and anything between the two extremes is just guess work and
personal opinion. Me, I'd say that the population of the earth hit its low
point around 30 A.S. at just about 10 million. Obviously that means there is
something significantly quirky about the birth rate in the PG world, maybe the
chance of a boy being born to a pokewoman is 5% or so, I don't know, but it's
more reasonable then 10,000 or 100 million. If you just read all that go get
yourself a cookie.

Acknowledgements:

Lighthawk � My designated
pre-reader, who subjected himself to this way too often.

Warpwizard � Who�s given me
a lot of advice on the mechanics of my writing.

Notes:

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