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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 5: A Time and a Place

Alan
woke up slowly at first, something was disturbing his sleep but not enough to
merit a jump start. His body was less than pleased to be waking up after only a
few hours slumber but his mind knew he had to and pressed onward in its
startup, whether or not his body fought it all the way or not. He was almost
completely conscious when he realized that someone was close to him, leaning
over him but not quite touching him. The wake up process accelerated.

The
sighing hiss from whoever it was brought him up instantly.

His
entire upper body shot up trying to bring him into a sitting position but all
it did was slam his forehead into the Whoresea's. He immediately fell back down
clutching his forehead, she didn't even flinch and continued to stare at him
with bared teeth. The pokegirl's light green eyes had a hungry light in them
and Alan's pulse quickened as they narrowed and her lips pulled farther around
her teeth.

"NO!"
Misha shouted. "Alan and Jeremy are not food Kawa!"

The
pokegirl stared at Alan for a half second more before pursing her lips and
huffing. She turned around on all fours and her tail whipped by Alan's face a
half centimeter above his nose. As she crawled away Alan got a good view of her
hind legs which he realized weren't proportioned normally. Her shin was very
short, maybe only ten centimeters or so long but the upper part of her foot
looked to have lengthened to make up the distance. Her toes had lengthened as
well and as she picked one of them up Alan could see the pale blue webbing
connecting them. The whole affect made her hind legs look similar to a dogs but
the hairless nature of them and the low fin running down the side of her thigh
destroyed the similarity.

"Holy
hell! Don't let her do that!" Alan yelped at Misha.

"Hey
I stopped her." The Whoresea crawled over to Misha and collapsed into her
lap snuggling her head into Misha's body.

"What
did you call her? Kawa?"

"Uhh,
yeah. I figured she needed a name, can't call her "Hey pokegirl"
forever..."

"How
about Misha's fuckbuddy," Jeremy muttered.

"...so
I gave her a name. Kawajoji."

"Kawajoji?"
Alan asked.

"It
means river girl, I think," Misha said while her hand stroked the side of
the ridge that ran down Kawa's back.

"River
girl, cute. So 'carnivorous-fish-girl-who-tried-to-eat-us' was taken?"
Jeremy quipped.

"Oh
piss off," Misha snapped.

"Hey,
you've got her for that now," Jeremy replied.

Alan
did his best to ignore his friend's bickering and find something to eat. The
rations they had been given were pure military issue, brown plastic and foil
wrapper that's impossible to get open without a large knife and a lot of
enthusiasm protecting bland food so full of calories that just looking at them
made you gain five pounds. About the only thing good about them was the fact
that you weren't hungry when you were done. "We've gotta go hunting pretty
soon."

Jeremy
and Misha had also started to tear into their breakfasts. "Yeah, this ain't
home cooking, that's for sure," Jeremy said as he took a bite out of a
sausage patty.

"I
hate to ruin your killing spree before it even begins but have either of you
seen anything with any meat on it's bones around here?"

Misha
caught Jeremy's meaningful glance in Kawa's direction.

"We
can't eat her!"

"You
did," Alan said with all the seriousness he could muster.

"Uggghh!"

"Well
maybe we can fish, or have her fish, or something," Jeremy said.

Misha
saw Kawa staring intently at the brown pouch in her hand and immediately felt a
small pang of hunger garb her stomach. She blinked in a little surprise at this
and pulled out a chunk of ham and offered it to her pokegirl; Kawa sniffed
cautiously at the rehydrated meat.

Kawa's
caution had nothing to do worrying about her mistress trying to poison her, she
trusted her mistress implicitly, it was just that she'd seen pokegirls on land
eat some strange things and this hunk of flesh in front of her didn't smell
like fish or crab or anything else she was used to thinking of as food. Kawa
carefully leaned forward and snagged the morsel from her mistress' fingers
using only her teeth. Just as soon as the meat hit her tongue Kawa decided that
she didn't like it, the strong flavor was nothing like fish and she almost
gagged on it as she swallowed it whole, still it was definitely food.

When
Kawa's thin razor sharp teeth had drug along her fingers before plucking the
ham from her grasp Misha had shivered. It was hard for her to tell how to treat
the pokegirl, at times she seemed almost human, leaning over Alan staring at
him, when she had snuggled herself up to her last night, or even when they
had...they had done it last night. Other times though she acted like an animal,
laying her head in her lap, plucking the food from her hand like some kind of
overgrown puppy. In a way it was unnerving for Misha, the girl was obviously
intelligent but at the same time she was down right feral at times and just as
often subservient. The constant barrage of role changes kept Misha off balance.

The
look on Kawa's face when she had tasted the ham reminded Misha of a three year
old who'd just been made to eat greens but to her surprise Kawa swallowed the
meat and then opened her mouth up and patiently waited for Misha to feed her again.

"Damn
I need to get me one of those," Jeremy whispered.

With
the spell broken Misha popped another piece of meat into her pokegirl's mouth
and declared, "You had your chance limp dick."

Jeremy's
reflexive retort died before it could even begin as Misha's off hand remark cut
him to the core. Alan's chuckling didn't improve his mood. "Oh fuck off,
not like you did any better."

Alan
just shrugged and went back to eating.

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

Kawa
hated walking overland, even though her species was good at it for a water type
she still hated it. She knew she belonged in the water using her tail to glide
along looking for something good to eat, out here her tail was just dead mass
and all of her weight was on her hind legs, something she wasn't used to. The
air was sucking the moisture right out of her skin and she could already feel a
little itch at the base of her tail, if they didn't find some water soon it
would spread everywhere as her skin dried out. Still, if her mistress wanted
her to walk like this she would, but she could have a lot more fun with her
mistress in the water, a lot more fun. Dropping down onto all fours Kawa
slithered under a root that was in their path.

Jeremy
shivered as the blue pokegirl flowed under the large root that had arched up in
the path, from the way she gone under it it looked like she had no spine. 'Not
human,' he thought again. No matter how hot Kawa and Misha might have looked
together Jeremy was glad he hadn't wound up with the girl. 'Something a lot
more human is what I want,' he knew that they existed, he'd seen them often
enough in the village. 'Wish I'd gotten that Boobcat instead of Newt.'

As
he swung his legs over the top of the root Alan grimaced for the third time in
as many minutes. Having a pokegirl with them should have made him feel better,
it didn't; if anything Kawa's presence made him more nervous than he had been
when they'd been wandering around alone. Before her their concerns about
pokegirls had been bodyless, just a sort of looming threat, something off in
this distance, not concrete. Now Kawa was here, the threat was very real, she'd
almost killed him at the very least, and the odds were good that she wouldn't
have stopped with just him, and that was one way that he didn't want to see
Misha get eaten. There were also the more realistic concerns, namely Kawa and
Misha's activities. If they were going to make sure that Kawa stayed loyal,
then Misha was going to have to keep her well fucked, and while it was fun to
watch, Misha was more vocal than was probably prudent and the aroma that Kawa
gave off was easily noticeable with his simple human nose, in addition to being
cock-hardeningly delicious. Of course, maybe pokegirls were just as lusty in
the wild as they were tamed and that smell was always around, or maybe it would
draw some horny pokegirl's attention and get them all killed. Alan sighed
again, there were too many variables, too many unknowns.

Misha
was enjoying being in the middle of the party, it let her relax a little bit
and daydream about her new favorite thing, Kawa. The levels of distraction that
the pokegirl was driving her to weren't normal, at least she didn't think they
were. Kawa was the first person, pokegirl, the more she thought about it the
more Misha decided that Kawa was a person, a strange, horny, blue person, but a
person, she had ever had sex with. Whatever it had been it certainly hadn't
been making love, not when she had started off with Kawa tied down. It hadn't
really been fucking either, nothing of any particular girth had been inserted
into any of their orifices, well except maybe for Kawa's tongue, so maybe Kawa
had tongue fucked her... Misha shook her head trying to get rid of the errant
thoughts but her brain refused to behave itself. Every time Alan stepped to the
side she would catch a glimpse of Kawa's bare rear and her mind was off and
running again. When Kawa had crawled under the root it had taken every shred of
Misha's will power not to run up while Kawa's rump was still up in the air and
bury her face in her pokegirls smooth blue pussy and go to town. Whatever was
going on between them it wasn't just some crush, or even a post-screw
infatuation, of that much she was sure. Kawa turned to the side as she slid
around some foliage, exposing the side of her breast and Misha was overwhelmed
with the urge to run up and tease Kawa's nipples into existence again. 'How the
hell are the guys going to deal with this?' Misha huffed as the itch in her
lower back flared up again, she hadn't seen the insect bite her but it must have
been a huge one, the itch just wouldn't go away. 'Maybe if we found some
water...'

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

Alan's
footsteps rang out in his ears with each step he took, he wasn't stomping along
like he normally did, but each snapped twig seemed to negate his efforts. His
eyes darted all around, looking for any sign of an impending attack but he
found nothing, and his mind drifted a little. The jungle around him was
beautiful, lush, green, alive. It was like a giant writhing pie, with layer
after layer of foliage reaching up into the air, blotting out the sun in a
verdant green canopy. The ferns and flowers of the jungle floor were the bottom
crust, each new layer of canopy was another green layer of pie, and far above
their heads the highest level of the trees formed the top of the crust, a solid
green barrier that held everything in. Maybe the canopy was why it was so hot,
maybe that was why the rich musky scent of the loamy jungle floor permeated
everything, maybe that was why birds darted back and forth between the tree
layers, maybe none of them, the heat, the scent, and even the animals, couldn't
find a way out. A small whip-like branch slapped Alan's face as he walked right
into it, staying focused during a march was a lot harder than he thought it would
be.

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

"Slow
down Misha, you're gonna choke on that," Alan exclaimed.

"Mmphf."

"We
aren't gonna leave you if you don't finish right now," Jeremy said.

The
voracious little blonde was having none of it though and continued to wolf down
her combat ration, taking time only to hand feed Kawa the occasional piece of
meat. Jeremy and Alan had only begun to make a dent in their own meals when
Misha popped one last piece of beef into Kawa's mouth and tossed the empty
package on the ground. "I need to do something, and uh... just... Come on
Kawa."

Jeremy
and Alan watched in surprise as Misha stood up and hopped over the root she had
been sitting against and Kawa followed after her. They had settled down to eat
in the crook of a huge tree's roots. The tall thin roots acted like walls,
making a dozen little wedge shaped places to sit down in and hide. Now Misha
had hoped over a root and is in one of them next door.

It
made Jeremy a little nervous, especially since that had chosen this spot so they
could limit the amount of jungle they had to watch. Misha moving over had just
doubled that, and he suspected that she wasn't going to pay much attention to
her surroundings, a suspicion confirmed a moment later with an excited whisper.

"Go
on, suck on them."

"Damn
it Misha," Jeremy snapped. "Not now!"

"Yes
now," Misha whispered back.

"You're
gonna bring every damn pokegirl in the forest right to us with that,"
Jeremy added.

"Gotta
keep her tame," Misha moaned as wet, suckling noises started to come from
the far side of the root.

"Tame
her tonight," Alan shot back.

Jeremy
wanted to complain but a familiar smell was starting to tickle his nose, Kawa
was getting into it and Jeremy's gonads weren't interested in stopping them
now. "Let her be."

�What?�

�Just
let her be, us arguing will draw more attention than they will.�

To
Alan�s combined relief and consternation Misha�s next pleased groan was quieter
than her last even if the wet slurps that Kawajoji was making weren�t changing.
Alan grumbled quietly to himself but let Misha�s indiscretion slide. Adjusting
the set of his rifle he got himself as comfortable as he could and kept watch
as Misha tamed her pokegirl.

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

The
tree they found to spend the night in was much the same as the previous
night�s, if a little shorter and more cramped, which sucked.

Alan
had thought that after their little early afternoon tryst Misha and Kawa might
be satiated for the remainder of the day, no such luck. Kawa and Misha were
back at it and they didn�t seem to care if anyone watched them, in fact every
time either of the Sapphic pair had caught him looking they had just smiled or
grinned and dove back into their work with gusto. On his side of the tree
Jeremy was pretending not to watch, but doing a poor job of it, Alan considered
telling him to stop watching, but that looked like exactly what the girls
wanted. Even so he couldn�t make himself watch Misha, not like this. Fishing
through his pack Alan found his father�s journal and started reading again.

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

May 11, 2005

Thank
God for small miracles.

That�s
life now, a bar of soap and a clear pool of water to use it in now qualify as a
small miracle. Ten days of hard marching has completely taken it out of the
non-military parts of this little caravan. The Major decided to stop for a day
and let everyone rest, and he picked a great place to do it. This little nook
up in the hills was easily defended, high vertical cliffs on most sides, the
path up was narrow and switched back. A spring even higher up in the hills fed
a stream that turned into a waterfall that dumped into a pool where they were
staying. People actually have the chance to wash their clothes, I�ve never seen
so many happy faces. Even better, up in the cliffs above us was a pool where
everyone could bathe.

Talk
about torture.

The
Major wasn�t letting anyone take a bath without some guards, which isn�t a big
deal when it�s just us grunts, but my turn came up as the same time as a bunch
of the refugees, including Ami.

Talk
about temptation, oh I tried to resist, but remember that part about being out
in the bush for years, about no women around? Ami, Ami is incredible. Try to
imagine the prettiest little asian girl you have ever seen, now imagine her
naked and wet and perched on a rock soaping herself up. What you�re imagining
isn�t even close, not nearly.

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

It
suddenly dawned on Alan that the woman he was trying to imagine was actually
his mother and he shook his head to get the delightful image out of his head
before turning back to the journal.

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

A
herd of pokegirls could have charged in and killed us all and I wouldn�t have
even noticed, so much for being a guard. Of course one of the guards on the
path below yelled something to someone below him, and ever single girl in the
pool looked in my direction. Oh. My. God. Anyways, they finished up their bath
time pretty soon after that. Of course Ami passed right by me, and get this,
she just smiled at me and giggled.

Anyways,
I went for my bath after that, intent on getting as clean as I could while I
had the chance. When I get done, guess who I see watching me from the same spot
I watched her?

Yeah.

Do
unto others I guess. Well, now that I�m clean I�m gonna see if I can�t talk to
Ami, I don�t stink so maybe I can, maybe I can get a little closer�. We�ll see.

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

Alan
chuckled to himself as he marked his place and closed the journal.

Behind
him Alan heard Misha and Kawa start back at it for the third time that night.
He just shook his head and groaned, �I have got to get me one of those.�

Author�s
Notes

1) This is SO long in
coming.

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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