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Note: All times are in a mix of military and standard times. For example, 1AM = 0100 hours = 1:00, while 1PM = 1300 hours = 13:00. I hope this will make it easier on readers to understand the timeline while leaving me in a format that I understand better. If it causes too much of a problem I will switch to standard.
Chapter 3
<13:00, Somewhere north on the Dark Continent>
Andrew slowly opened his eyes. Still in the storage room, a good sign. Still holding onto Claire’s pokéball, a good sign. Pile of Sanctuary Goth and Psidyke bodies in the doorway, not so much. Andrew groaned and checked his 50/22. He was missing a magazine from the underbarrel and looked like only 11 shots left in the two that fed the gun.
“Alright, so I have some problems with my subconscious. What else is new. Gonna have to fix those, but right now I just need to get out of here.” He triggered the pokéball and Claire materialized. He held up his hand. “Don’t speak. You are going to start calling me master unconsciously, which I hate. I hate groveling and demeaning behavior. The only way to keep that from happening is to tame you and then order you not to call me master. That can’t happen on two counts. One, I don’t have the strength right now to tame you. Two, I won’t order you to do something. I will ask you very nicely, and hope you follow that, but I won’t force you. You are, right now, aware enough to be autonomous. You demonstrated that last night. Please go and drink some more potions until you feel you can walk without fainting or whatever, then let me know, ok?” She looked at him neutrally for a while, then nodded and walked over to the pile of potions tucked away in the corner of the storage room. Turning back to the pile of tamer gear discarded on the back wall, he began sorting it into usable piles.
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Andrew sat back and stared at the three piles in front of him. Claire had finished healing, but was still extremely skinny and had been acting extremely antsy, so he had put her up. Now he had three piles of usable gear scavenged from the room. None of the poképacks were operational, unfortunately, or he wouldn’t have to choose between more pokéballs, potions, or the tent he had found stabbed and slashed. Contemplating, he tossed the tent aside. If anything happened, he could just build them a shelter. He knew how to do that, easily enough. One of the perks of being an Eagle Scout, he supposed. He could survive well enough. Stroking his chin, he decided and stuffed the pokéballs in his pockets and the potions on his belt. If they fell off, well, he would pick them up.
His pants, that was.
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Claire materialized and glanced around. She was on a grassy plain, and the wind was blowing so the grass bent over. It was pretty, really. She spun about at the sound of a throat being cleared behind her.
“A-Hem. Yea. Over here. Take this, I walked past some ration storage on my way out.” Andrew said, and tossed her a biscuit and some smoked kattle. “I’ve already eaten. I also have chosen a spot for us to camp for the night. And yes, I have my energy back. So yes, that does mean we’ll-“ He was cut off as Claire jumped him, ripping off the shreds of cloth she still had clinging to her body. “Alright, now! Careful! Don’t rip MY clothes, they’re still functional!” He yelped, trying to pull off his shirt before she ripped that, too. He got the shirt off fine, but was having some trouble with his pants since Claire was rubbing her entire body over his. “Hey, Claire? Mind getting off for a second?” He whispered. She sat up and he shimmied out of his shorts, throwing them next to a low-hanging tree. As soon as his shorts came off, his member bobbed to attention, helped along the way by some gentle blowing from Claire. Andrew reached up and stroked her vagina, making her shudder slightly. “You’re dripping on me. You lied. You weren’t almost feral, you were so close that one night near a male pushed you over the edge.” He looked down as Claire suddenly took his head in her mouth. “Would you stop that for a minute? I need to lower some barriers.” She glared at him and started licking his shaft, slowly working her way up and down. Andrew tensed, reached into his head and dropped the wall that governed his strong positive emotions. “Oh FUCK that feels good. Come here, damnit.” He growled, and jumped on her. She gave a squeak as his weight almost crushed her beneath him, but he stopped and began playing with her nipples, flicking them, breathing on them, sucking on them. Claire’s head snapped backwards as she gave a moan and unconsciously stretched her legs wider. Andrew slowly worked his way down her body, licking and fondling her tits with one hand, while subtly stroking her labia with the other. Claire began panting, and convulsing her head and arms as Andrew slowly licked her inner thighs. Taking her legs, he held them open while gently biting her clit. Claire screamed in orgasm as her legs tried to crush Andrew’s head. He gently held them open until she stopped convulsing before reaching up and pulling himself up her body until his penis rubbed against her labia. Eyes wide, she stared at him. “Nope, the party’s just starting.” He murmured, nuzzling her neck before enclosing her in a deep, throaty kiss, simultaneously poking his head into her vagina. Claire moaned again, and began shifting her hips to try and work his penis deeper inside her. Andrew broke the kiss and pushed himself deeper into her, Claire’s moans turning to a soft cry. Slowly, but building speed, he thrust deep into her, building momentum as well as shifting Claire’s cry to a scream. She began rocking her hips in time with his motions, orgasming twice more before Andrew felt himself close to climax. Groaning, he reached down and held Claire tightly to his chest as he shot his seed deep into her, Claire’s scream climaxing with her own orgasm, and they both collapsed, exhausted, under the tree. As Claire lay, spent, Andrew pulled himself out of her and, with a flash, she was gone, leaving Andrew to prepare for the storm rolling in with the wind.
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<01:00, Outside of a rogue Sanctuary cell’s base>
“SECURE THE PERIMETER!”
Andrew’s eyes snapped open as a gloved hand grabbed his arm and yanked him to his feet. “You! What are you doing here? Never mind, turn around, hands on your head. You’re under arrest.”
Andrew was roughly shoved against the tree and his hands were cuffed behind his back. “What the hell? What’s going on? I haven’t done anything!” He yelled.
“You were found outside a known terrorist cell’s hideout. You can’t fast talk your way out of this one, criminal.” Came the voice of an Officer Jenny.
“Terrorist organization my ass! It’s a Sanctuary element that was holding me captive!” Andrew nearly screamed at the tree.
Immediately, all activity ceased. Andrew could feel the Officer Jenny behind him freeze at his words. Unexpectedly, another arm grabbed him and spun him around. “What the hell do you know about Sanctuary?” Hissed a man in Andrew’s face.
He glared back. “I know the assholes abducted me and probably many other tamers for some reason. I also know that they are down around forty operatives since I broke my fucking way out of that hellhole.”
The man regarded Andrew before nodding and sitting back. “I’m Special Agent Braxton, with the PLC. You are not under arrest, but I am taking you in for questioning. Officer,” He regarded the Officer Jenny, “Make sure he is not mistreated, nor any of his possessions confiscated, unless they are firearms or blades. You,” he turned back to Andrew, “Do you have any weapons we should know about?”
Andrew nodded. “Since I do not want to get in any trouble, yes. I have a pokégirl and a gu-“ He stopped. “Well, I had a gun. Looks like it’s missing.” He looked around in confusion. “Good thing I didn’t lose that before I broke out, huh.”
Braxton cracked a smile. “I doubt you would have made it out if you had. Sit tight, we’ll be moving out soon.”
Braxton stood and walked to the entrance for the underground bunker. Next to him, the Officer Jenny motioned at Andrew. “This way, sir.” She said, leading him towards a mobile command post guarded by two Amachamps. Stopping, she motioned inside. “As you are not under arrest, I can’t handcuff you to a chair and let you stew. However, I will consider running or anything negative as obstructing justice and manipulation of a witness, namely you, and will arrest you if you try anything. Please go inside and have a seat.”
Andrew rolled his eyes. “Two things; one, I was being tortured in there, so right now you are my saviors; why would I run? Second, if I am not under arrest, can you remove these?” He asked, and, turning, dangled the handcuffs he still had on in the Officer Jenny’s face. Stone faced, she unlocked them.
“Much obliged. Oh, and getting this out of the way right now, I am not a registered tamer, but am claiming my pokégirl until the point that I can take my Tamer’s test, on the grounds that I saved her life, we are bonded, and that you do not require a Tamer’s license to own a pokégirl as long as you go to take the test as soon as possible after acquiring said pokégirl.”
The Officer Jenny cocked her head. “You know the law. That makes things easier. But please, have a seat. I am needed to document evidence.” She said, and turned to walk to where Braxton had disappeared. Andrew nodded, walked inside the Command Post and took a seat.
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<05:00, PLC outpost>
Andrew woke up as the Officer Jenny shook his shoulder. “We’re here.” She said tersely. Apparently what she had seen in the underground holding area had shaken her slightly. Andrew couldn’t blame her. If he hadn’t already trained himself to sleep dreamlessly before he was abducted, he doubted he would be able to sleep from the nightmares.
Sighing, he stretched and began loosening his shoulders. During the ride he had sat in the position he had learned was best for long, cramped rides, but even when he had been in the military he had left transports sore. He figured being able to walk straight after the ride would keep anyone from shoving him around.
He hoped.
The MCP slowed before coming to a stop. Slowly, the rear hatch opened, and the Officer Jenny stood, motioning Andrew to do the same. She walked out and pointed at a building nearby. “Agent Braxton is waiting for you inside.” She said before turning back to the MCP.
Andrew glanced back as she hopped back in before the MCP moved out of sight, probably to park somewhere. As soon as it did, he started walking towards the building the Jenny had pointed out. As he got close, he could see a pokégirl sitting behind a counter in front of what looked like a reception area. As soon as he entered, however, he knew she wasn’t just a simple receptionist. She was a GunValkyrie, so he simply made a right turn and sat down, waiting for her to either call him somewhere or let him stew. Seeing him sit down, the GunValkyrie shrugged and returned to reading. Andrew settled in for a long wait.
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<07:30, PLC Outpost>
Andrew shifted slightly and cracked open an eyelid as the GunValkyrie straightened up. A few seconds later, an inner door opened and Braxton emerged. He motioned wearily at Andrew.
“Has he fallen asleep? Again?” He asked the GunValkyrie.
She shrugged. “He hasn’t moved for two hours, so yes, I believe so. Want me to wake him up? I wouldn’t even shoot him, just graze his ear or something.”
Braxton sighed, but shook his head. “No, I’ll go slap him awake or something. You know you’re not supposed to give yourself away.”
Braxton walked over to Andrew and pushed his arm forward as if to shake Andrew awake. Andrew shot his eyes open and instead grabbed Braxton’s arm, shaking hands. “You will find me a very hard man to surprise, Braxton.” He said, glancing over to the alert GunValkyrie. “Don’t worry. If I’d wanted to hurt him, you’d have already shot me in retaliation.”
Braxton looked pensive. “You hear well too, don’t you?” He asked.
Andrew nodded. “But I already knew. So you want to debrief me? As I am not an agent of yours, I owe you nothing. I could just keep quiet.”
Braxton shook his head. “Nice try, but no one knows you are here. According to all records, you don’t exist. Your face and DNA are new to any record the PLC can access. Which is any record on the planet. Which means that you either have genetically altered yourself, or aren’t from around here. I’m leaning towards the latter.” He peered closer at Andrew. “We had suspicions on that cell. Are you able to prove them correct?”
Andrew looked away. “I may be. The question you need to ask is will I. Or if I do, if my answers or attitude towards your questions are what you want.”
Braxton leaned back. “They can be. Come back here.” He said, walking towards the door he emerged from. “I need to question you in private.”
Andrew stood and followed. After the door had closed behind them, the GunValkyrie triggered a microphone.
“He’s here. Braxton just took him back for interrogation.”
A muffled voice responded, and the GunValkyrie nodded. “The tracer is ready, though we won’t need it unless he stays in the wilds for long periods of time, which he may-” She was cut off by the voice again. “Yes, sir. I will make sure it is implanted in his pokedex.”
Andrew ???
Age: ????
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Harem:
Hauteclere – Slicer, Level 11
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WARNING: CORRUPT DATA FILE