Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ 37 P.S. ❯ Meat and Greet ( Chapter 4 )

'…' Thought

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 brace of 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.

Their 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.

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.

The shot was just enough to make the girl pause but when none followed she immediately zeroed back in on her prey.

When Alan saw Jeremy start to try to work the bolt of his rifle by hand he knew that it had jammed and he knew that they were screwed, he couldn't get to his rifle, Jeremy's was jammed, and Misha hadn't even tried to get to her gun yet, she was still rummaging around in her pack.

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, driving 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 her from 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 it. "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.

"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."

"She tried to EAT YOU!" Jeremy exclaimed.

"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.

"What 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 soon caught 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 was more 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 that stupid 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 girl 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 much 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 already her 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 more of 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 depended 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 stared 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.

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 sexually 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.

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 grunted, "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 suck."

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 she was flushed a healthy pink 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," she asked 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.

"Alright," Jeremy said as he went to grab his own sleeping bag.

Alan sat down and started reading.

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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 again, 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.

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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.