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“This is telepathic thought”
Chapter 15
<07:30, Wilds>
Andrew stirred as the first rays of light danced across his face. Groaning, he rolled over and sneezed as his nose encountered Grace’s fur. She also stirred, groaning with him as they both discovered bruises that had occurred over the night. Andrew winced and sat up when Claire poked her head into the tent.
“Andrew, we’re all set to go out here. Everything’s been taken down except the tent.” She appraised him carefully. “Are you ready to move?”
He nodded and grabbed his pants, poking Grace as he did so. “Hey, Grace, let’s go. Unless you want me running without a guard.”
Grace moaned. “You were soo rough last night.” She glared at him. “How the hell are you stronger than me in bed?”
He grinned at her. “You like it, don’t you?” She blushed and shrugged. “Then why complain?”
Grace snorted and tried to sit up before falling backwards. “OW. I complain because now I’ve got shit in my fur.” She picked at the hardened globs. “And I can barely move.”
Andrew sighed. “I forgot about that. Alright, Claire, overwatch as usual, Lyn is on the ground with me. Grace, you get to rest until we get to Coventry. Then I’m switching you out with Claire for the trip to… wherever the heck Jean is.” He got up. “ALRIGHT! Let’s go!”
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<13:00, Outside Coventry>
Andrew jogged past the fields that marked the start of Coventry and waved at Claire above him. She spiraled down and landed next to him in step. “Lyn got tired?”
Andrew nodded and patted his belt. Lyn had done her best to stay with him, but the sustained higher pace had eventually worn her down. He chuckled as they approached the center of the town and the pokegirl center there. Standing out front were two tall women and a man, with the women obviously being pokegirls, evidenced by the ‘capes’ of feathers they each had wrapped around themselves. The man was watching the crowds, and Andrew guessed they were waiting for him. He glanced at Claire, shrugged, and made his way to the doors. As he neared the trio the man glanced down at a ‘dex and walked forward, meeting Andrew as he was reaching the entrance.
“Andrew?” Andrew nodded and continued to the center. “You’re late.”
Andrew shrugged and pushed open the doors, leaving the two pokegirls outside while he, Claire, and the man went in. “Sorry. I woke up a bit late this morning.” He made his way to the counter and smiled at the Rapha on duty. “Hello, can I please get healing and cleaning cycles on my three ‘girls?” He asked, simultaneously recalling Claire and handing his belt over. The Rapha nodded and he turned to the PLC agent. “Look, I was in the call. I know that right now Jean’s got a QRF all over him, and that Braxton won’t even show up for another day or so. Why the rush?”
The man chuckled. “You’re right, there isn’t a huge rush. I’m Sam, by the way.” He said, and extended his hand. “The two ladies outside are Jeanne and Zenia.”
Andrew took the proffered hand. “Andrew, as you already know. You’ve seen Claire, and I have no doubt my file filled you in on the others. If not, Lyn’s my Witch and Grace is my Mini-Top.” He turned back to the Rapha as she got his attention, taking his belt back. He thanked her and started back outside, Sam following. “Give me just a moment and I’ll be ready to go.” He stepped outside and triggered the release on Grace and Lyn’s balls. “Lyn, look around, this is Coventry. We’ll be back here in a few days.” He waited for her to nod and recalled her, turning to Grace. “Grace, this is Sam, and these two,” He motioned at the nearly-identical girls with a twinkle in his eye, “Have yet to introduce themselves.”
Sam humphed but nodded at the one on the left, who inclined her head. “Jeanne.” She glanced to her companion. “Zenia” The second Mikila stated, raising her wing in greeting.
Andrew nodded. “Sisters?”
Zenia shrugged. “Litter-mates is what we were called at the ranch.” Her eyes narrowed slightly and she started to say something, but stopped at Sam’s glance. She sighed. “Sir.”
Andrew watched her for a moment before shrugging. “So, we leaving now?”
Sam shook his head. “We would get yelled at for taking off from inside the city. We’ve got to leave the city proper first.” He explained as they made their out of town. Reaching the fields, Sam nodded to the Mikilas, who shifted into their flight forms, Andrew stepping back as each grew. “You’re going to have to put up your Mini-Top, only one passenger each.”
Andrew shrugged and recalled Grace. “So, uh, talons? Back?” He appraised the two Mikila apprehensively. In their flight forms, they ceased to be humanoid at all, instead appearing as Roc from old mythology.
Zenia made a shrieking sound which Andrew took for a laugh. “Noh talon. Ack.” She glared at him. “Ack” Rolling her eyes, she looked pointedly at Sam, who chuckled.
“Kind of hard to talk with a beak. You’ll be on her back, since the airflow would rip you apart if you were exposed to it. Speaking of which, put these on.” He said, tossing Andrew a pair of gloves. “You’re already pretty bundled up, and it’ll get cold up there, so you’ll need those to protect your hands.” He winked. “Don’t want to be losing your grip a couple kilometers up, now would you?” Andrew shuddered and shook his head. “Didn’t think so. Go ahead and hop on Zenia when you’re ready to go. We do have a lot of ground to cover.”
Andrew nodded and walked over to where Zenia now knelt on the ground. She lowered one wing expectantly and he grabbed the joint as best he could, rolling onto her back. She laughed again as he scrambled, trying to get ahold of her shoulders as her shaking body threatened to shake him off. Finally grabbing around her neck, he nodded to Sam on the ground. Sam nodded back, and hopped onto Jeanne with an ease that made Andrew’s scramble look all the worse. With that, the two Mikila took off south, riders clinging to them.
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<09:00, Noir League>
Andrew twitched and sat up as he smelled KATTLE cooking. He cautiously poked his head out of tent and was greeted with the sight of Sam holding a skillet over the camp stove. He noticed Andrew and grinned. “KATTLE steak and Chickenlittle eggs. Have some.” He said, fishing a piece of steak and an egg out of the skillet, slapping them together on a roll and tossing it to Andrew, who caught it as it began to fall apart in midair.
Andrew shook his head. “Are you always that careless?”
Sam laughed and made himself a roll, setting the skillet back onto the stove. “Hey, you’ve gotta keep your wits about you around here. Possibly losing out on breakfast oughta get you awake in a hurry, eh?” He smirked as Andrew nodded. “There you go! We’ve got a ways to go yet, and it’s all over water this time, so scarf that down and get dressed. Jeanne and Zenia are already airborne, stretching their wings.” Andrew complied and they were airborne again shortly.
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<13:00, Southern Jade Islands>
Andrew groaned and shifted slightly on Zenia’s back. They had been flying for nearly three days now, and he was getting tired of clinging to her for dear life. Sam had said they were close that morning, so he hoped they would be landing soon. As he was thinking that, he felt them slowing down, and saw Jeanne taking the lead slightly. Lifting his head, he looked around. The Jade Islands were fragmented islands, each varying in size, with the largest being about as big as Ireland. It was that island that he guessed they were flying over now, since he couldn’t see the ocean nearby. As he scanned the area, he noticed a small tent ahead, with figures milling about it. Two of them detached from the main blob and raced towards them at an intercept course. As they got closer, Andrew identified them as a Shinryu in her battle form and a Neo Iczel. The Shinryu covered them while the Neo came within hailing range. “You are now entering restricted airspace. Turn back, or we will not hesitate to shoot you down.”
Sam snorted and poked his head up. “Oh, come off it Nyx. You know it’s me.”
Nyx glared at him. “Identify yourself or be shot down.”
Sam sighed. “Agent Samuel reporting back from transport mission, requests to see Colonel Braxton at his earliest convenience.”
The Neo motioned at the Shinryu, who started to return to the ground. “Braxton is organizing the strike team right now. The QRF is on-scene and holding.” She glanced at Andrew. “And who’s this?”
Sam motioned Jeanne and Zenia down towards the tent. “The cargo. Need to know.”
Nyx grumbled, but let them pass. They winged down to a cleared area, Sam and Andrew sliding to the ground. Once they had, Jeanne and Zenia transformed back into their humanoid forms. “Are we done, sir?” Zenia asked.
Sam nodded as he led Andrew towards a guarded gate that had been invisible from the air. “Yea, thank you both. See you around.” He called after the two Mikila.
Andrew followed him through the gate, chuckling as a large complex appeared in front of them. “Some sort of aerial cloaking field?”
Sam laughed. “It’s just a magical projection of what the ground looked like before the facility was put in place. It’s a portable complex as well. Most of the buildings are transported in pieces, and each bundle can be digitized for easier transport.” He made his way towards what looked to be the main entrance. “Come on, Braxton ought to be in here.” He pulled the door open and they entered a security checkpoint, but continued towards a small door off to the side, which Sam stopped at. “Here we go. I’m not allowed in there; and, of course, I have no idea why you are.” He shrugged. “Be seeing you, Andrew.” He said and promptly turned around, exiting the building.
Andrew paused at his sudden departure, but pulled the door open anyways to be greeted by a familiar face. “Ashlon. It’s been a while.”
The Splice blinked and nodded before motioning him down the hallway behind her. “Braxton is waiting for you down the hallway. The response team is geared and awaiting you for departure.” She appraised him. “You’re different from when we first met. Your aura has lightened.” Her face creased into a slight smile. “Before it was red, and angry. Now it is orange, and calm.” Her smile widened. “I see your harem has made quite an impact on you.”
Andrew chuckled. “I got rid of some of the emotions that were rampaging through my psyche that night. A healthy change.” His eyes narrowed and Ashlon took a step back in alarm as his Aura flared a deep black. “But there are some very, VERY important things I need to discuss with Braxton.” He paused and spat his next few words through gritted teeth. “I am being hunted.”
She nodded mutely as he pushed past her. Never had she seen such a powerful aura from a human. And it was nowhere near the power she had sensed in him the first time they had met. She turned and watched him push through the doors at the end of the hallway, watching him through as many lenses as she could. The being that she beheld then was not human – it was distinctly alien, a mass of shadow, and light, writhing around the humanoid form in the center. It scared her, in that moment. And she wondered what kind of thing Sanctuary had unleashed upon them.
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Braxton stood from his seat as Andrew entered the room. “Ah, there you are. I was beginning to wonder if you had gotten lost.” He said with a smile. “We’re all set to go. The helipad is just outside.”
Andrew stopped him as he made his way out. “Do you have anyone watching me?”
Braxton frowned. “No, nobody that I’m aware of.”
Andrew chuckled. “My equipment nobody, or nobody nobody?”
Braxton grinned. “Nobody nobody. You sent away our only envoy.” He looked around uneasily. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that. My boss wants her in your harem.”
Andrew sighed. “No. And I will kill her if she shows up in my bedroom uninvited.” He shrugged. “I’m not going to let you place an assassin THAT close to me.”
They both laughed uneasily. “So, why do you ask?” Braxton inquired.
Andrew shook his head. “No reason. But if someone is watching me, do I have your permission to treat them as hostile?” Braxton nodded. “Good. Now then, let’s get out of here.” Andrew said, the two of them making their way outside.
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<06:00, Dark Continent>
Andrew squinted against the wind and rising sun. “How much further until landfall?” He yelled at the pilot, who gave a garbled response that was translated by Grace beside him.
“He said we’ll be over land shortly. You just can’t see because of the sun.” She shouted back at him. Andrew nodded and sat back, surveying the group of helicopters that surrounded them. Each had human or pokegirl gunners, and all were weighed down with equipment and personnel. As he watched, a few split off downwards, probably to set up a perimeter along the shoreline. Closing his eyes, he waited for them to make it to their destination.
<08:00, Dark Continent>
A whistle sounded over the coms and the rotors of the copter, the angle of the seat changing to bank right. This subtle change was enough to wake Andrew from his cat nap. The copter had reached a city that looked run down and dead or it would have if it wasn’t for the slow moving creatures on the streets.
“That is a lot of Zombabes down there.” remarked someone over the coms
“Most kills gets drinks on me on return” A gruffer voice with a chuckle stated which got some chuckles
“You are so going to regret that, Sir” a cheery voice called out, “Moving along Main avenue. Over”
Andrew realized they were following a street that seemed to curve in parallel to the obvious stadium that was the heart of the city. The city looked like it was built as a ring city, great for defense, but it had it’s important buildings spread out.
“Passing City hall. No contacts. Over”
“Residential district, No contacts. Over”
“Contact. Lightning off P.C. Rendezvous at P.C. Over”
“Copy that. Rendezvous at P.C. Over and Out” Andrew heard his pilot say as the copter shifted again, Flying over a number of different kinds of buildings in a beeline to the Pokecenter.
“Contact is on the roof, Building is secure. Delta, Gamma, set down on the lower wings, Beta follow to the top.” Braxton’s voice came over the coms barking orders. Three sets of voices chimed in acknowledgements and Andrew’s copter flew expertly to land nose to nose with Braxton’s chopper on the main roof of the Pokecenter.
Andrew joined Braxton as the man was brushing off one of the QRF pokegirl’s report to address Jean Koovi who was holding a red shirt and a white shirt with rods fed through both sleeves in makeshift flags. Braxton seemed about ready to throw a punch at the guy, but the young man was standing his ground. A Peekabu Pokekit was behind Jean with something in her hands.
“-been here for long, but I know what I saw. It-”
“No, you don’t get it kid, Pokegirls, especially Zombabes, don’t mutate or change their behavior when they are feral. It is impossible for a Zombabe to show emotion.” Braxton was spitting at the kid and reached forward to grab him by his plain shirt. Andrew could see a muscle working in Jean’s face as Braxton’s fist closed and pull his shift forward.
“You, will let go of me right now Mr. Braxton” Jean eyes were locked on Braxton’s and the girl behind Jean stepped away from him. All of the pokegirls took a small step back from the pair. Braxton noticed the movement and released Jean’s shirt as he turned to face Andrew.
“Andrew, check out what this punk is talking about. I have to see to reports.” Braxton moved away and toward the doors to the stairs, listening to the QRF girl that walked beside him. Andrew watched him go before turning back to see the hardness in Jean’s face was gone. He was kneeling, ruffling the hair of the pokekit with a genuine smile on his face.
“What a bizarre guy” Andrew thought before walking up to the man and offering a hand. “Mr. Koovi, I’m Andrew. The hell was that about?”
“Andrew? From the video call, right. I didn’t catch your name when last we spoke,” Jean gripped Andrew’s wrist, laying his own in Andrew’s hand, “Least someone doesn’t have a stick up his ass. One of the zombabes has been acting weird. She doesn’t show any sign of decay, but she has been standing outside the center and stares at the ball for a while before running away. I swear I saw her cry, but she doesn’t stick around.”
Andrew nodded. “I’ll check it out.” He said over his shoulder as he sought out someone to form a patrol with him.
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Working off of what Jean had said, Andrew and his escorts made their way towards City Hall, pausing every few feet to sweep the houses and burn any bodies they found inside. Andrew was hoping they could find this rogue Zombabe, discover she was just some dark type that had looked scary to Jean, save her or eliminate her, and get back to the relative safety of the pokecenter. He hated even being there. The one thing that was always depicted as a sure death was zombies – just because they were in another dimension didn’t make that any less true.
The group rounded a corner and paused, their destination ahead. The Firecat and Blazicunt that had been confidently clearing their path earlier grew visibly nervous at the sight of it. Large, probably with a basement, multiple floors, and multiple entrances meant it was not somewhere you wanted to be in for long. Andrew gave a nervous chuckle and glanced at the two tamers. “Well? In we go?”
The Firecat’s tamer nodded wordlessly and pushed through the open main doors, jumping back as a flamethrower from the Blazicunt incinerated a group of Zombabes that had been waiting inside. Andrew followed her cautiously. “Do you hear that?” He asked in a hushed tone. Barely audible was a Zombabe moan unlike anything they had heard so far. Instead of creepy and soulless, this one sounded almost… Sad? They made their way towards it, clearing out a few more rooms. As they got closer they found a closed door. Wordlessly, the Blazicunt attempted to open it, found it blocked, and promptly kicked it down. As the shattered remains of the door clattered along the floor, the wail died and a scratching sound could be heard from the newly opened dark room.
The Firecat hissed. “There’s something there, all right, but it looks nothing like a normal Zombabe. It almost looks like there are shadows emanating from its eyes and mouth, and it’s not rushing us. It’s just… waiting.” She formed a small napalm charge in her palm, stopping when a more frantic wail emanated from the room. “I’m just going to put this on the ceiling…” She called softly, flinging the ball of flame upwards, where it stuck, illuminating the room in front of them. Sitting in a corner, just as the Firecat had described, was a Zombabe. Andrew could see the dark aura she had talked about.
“Ok, we found it. It’s definitely a Zombabe; the decomposition on the body testifies to that. What now?” He asked. At the sound of his voice, the Zombabe whirled around and began lurching towards them. “HEY! Hey, hey hey! Why is it moving when I speak? Stop!” He cried frantically as the figure moved faster. “Stop or I’ll shoot!”
The figure didn’t slow, now moving at a run that a Zombabe shouldn’t be able to, and Andrew took action. Pulling out his sidearm, he fired a round, blowing a hole through the torso. When that didn’t slow it, the two Pokegirls behind him burned it with a dual flamethrower. As they did, the figure screamed, a high, piercing note, and black vapor erupted from it, streaking straight towards Andrew. He had time to utter a single profanity before the vapor surrounded him, and the world faded to black.
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<Time: Unimportant. Location? Location? What is location? What is real? What is place? When an immovable object meets an unstoppable force, which will win? 42.”
Andrew groaned. The void he floated in now was unlike the mental construct he knew. It was more akin to what he had felt in the S-Goth prison. And as usual, it was confused.
“If blueberries are blue, but skinned they’re green, how are they mashed purple? That tasted purple. Join or die. I don’t die, I regenerate. Regenerating candle. Relight candles…” His inner monotone droned on. Andrew assessed himself. Surprisingly, he had clothes and a form this time, and even though the constant mumble of his subconscious was annoying, he could easily tone it out. But why was he here?
“H… Hello?” A voice called out. Turning, Andrew saw a softly glowing orb. “hello?” the voice called again, and the orb pulsed in time.
“Hello.” Andrew projected. “Who… What are you?”
The orb began flashing rapidly. “Who’s there?? I can’t see anything, it’s all so dark! Please, make it stop!” The voice cried, and Andrew could hear it begin to panic.
“Hold on, I’ll take us somewhere safe!” He projected hurriedly, and attempted to recover his construct. His droning inner voice eventually subsided as the familiar plains and doors reappeared around him. Sighing with relief, Andrew turned himself back to the orb, which had become a still-glowing female figure. He guessed it was the Zombabe before her body had begun to fall apart. “Can you hear me?” He asked.
The girl looked around wildly. “I still can’t see! Why are you doing this to me?” She sobbed, turning towards him. As she did, Andrew noticed her eyes, still black, and realized.
Looking around, he found a door he wanted and reached out to the girl. “I’m about to take your hand. Is that alright? I think you’re blind.” He said calmly. He waited patiently as she recoiled slightly before slowly nodding her assent, shakily stretching out her arm. He grasped it firmly and pulled her through the threshold into what appeared to be a waiting room, and sat down in a chair. “Can you see… Anything, now?” He asked, his voice echoing around the construct that gave them form.
The girl slowly opened her eyes and gasped. “Yes! I can see!” She turned to him and recoiled slightly. “You-!”
Andrew sighed and patted the chair next to him. “I apologize for what was done outside. I hope it didn’t cause you much pain.”
She sat down and stared at him. “I… I don’t remember anything. But I remember you, and there was fire…” She trailed off and watched him fearfully.
Andrew nodded. “My friends thought you were attacking me. So, they acted.” He sighed again. “You’re a Groaning, aren’t you?”
The girl blinked. “What? A… what?”
“A pokegirl. A ghost-type pokegirl who possesses bodies in order to take physical form.” He cocked his head. “You say you have no memory? Amnesia?”
The Groaning shook her head. “No, just… Nothing recently. I remember up until about a month ago, and then… nothing.” She sulked. “And I’m not a Groaning, I’m a Haunting.”
Andrew chuckled. “The fact that you’re here proves otherwise. Your host body had been turned into a Zombabe, and we were forced to destroy it. When we did, you came flying out and, I’m guessing, possessed me.” He frowned. “You can’t remember anything for almost a month? I’m guessing that the Zombabe poison corrupted you in some way, maybe causing amnesia and the other… Symptoms we saw you exhibit.” He scratched his cheek. “Do you have a name?”
The Groaning watched him for a few seconds. “Sarah. Will you… Help me?”
Andrew blinked. “Help you?”
Sarah nodded. “I need a new host, if what you say is true. If I also have been… Changed… for a month, well…” She looked at him sheepishly.
Andrew grinned. “You want to try it like you would have as a Ghostly? In here, anything can be real.” He said, gesturing grandly around him. “This is more than a dream, or a normal dreamscape.” He explained, shifting the scenery from office, to field, to underwater. “This is my mind, how I see it – which means I have a very fine control of it all.” He laughed at the look on Sarah’s face. “Oh, I know that’s what you were getting at. But if I tame you, you have to come with me.” He smiled slightly. “It will be dangerous, and who knows? We might die.” He guffawed at his own joke. “Well, I might. You obviously won’t!”
As Sarah stuttered, protesting, Andrew looked around carefully. “I wonder if time is passing normally for us here…”
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“What the hell was that?!” The Blazicunt’s fist was wreathed in flames as she cocked it back, ready to burn Andrew’s head with a firestrike should he attack them.
“How the hell am I suppose to know? I’ve never seen an attack like that.” Grace shouted back, checking Andrew’s vitals. “We’ve got to get him back to the center!” She hoisted his limp body into a fireman’s carry and started running for the door. “Hurry!”
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Drip… Drip… SPLAT
Drip… Drip… SPLAT
Andrew pulled some more drips of the glowing red liquid out of the dispenser next to them, took careful aim at the target downrange, and… SPLAT.
“Bull’s-eye.” He whispered. He reached under the counter in front of him and withdrew a bow and arrow, the arrow seemingly made of the same liquid, when Sarah walked through the portal behind him. He took careful aim at the target again. “Have you thought about it?”
After their talk earlier, Sarah had asked some time alone to think about his offer. Of course, ‘alone’ was pretty impossible to achieve when they were both in his mind, so Andrew had come to his mental range in order to work of some of his rage, and hopefully take his mind of off her. As Andrew couldn’t seem to wake up and he had no idea how much time passed while he was in his mind, Sarah showing up again could have taken a second, or an hour – neither of them knew.
“I… I’m no stranger to death.” She said softly, flinching slightly as another arrow thumped into the center of the archery target before dissolving into a red mist. “I mean… I’m a… Groaning, now.” She laughed softly. “But, have you… considered…” She stalled.
Andrew grunted. “Have I considered that I may be dead? That your possession killed me?” She nodded. “Considered and rejected. The afterlife looks nothing like my mental construct. In addition, I am not God. If I was dead, I would not be able to control the afterlife. At all.” He drew another arrow. “But I am worried that I can’t wake up. You possessing me definitely screwed something up.” Another arrow whistled downrange. “I hope you’ve considered the options that I may have to take to fix that.”
Sarah shuddered. “I saw what you can do.”
Andrew turned. “You what?”
She gazed at him. “I saw what you can do. I took a look at your memories.”
Andrew stared at her. “You… You shouldn’t have done that. Don’t wander around in here. I can’t guarantee your safety.” His face set. “You saw my memories, you know what I can do, so we’re left with two options. I tame you, here, and you come with me, or I boot you out of my head, possibly incapacitating you in the process.” He gave her a savage grin. “We both know who would win that fight.”
Sarah nodded and gasped as the scenery shifted again, forming a moderately sized bedroom and king sized bed. She walked to it cautiously. “I…” She turned to look at Andrew, stepping back in surprise. His image had changed completely. He was taller, leaner… Not to mention completely nude. She felt her body shiver slightly. He seemed… better.
Andrew grinned. “It’s my mind, after all. I can do what I want.” He strode forward and grasped at Sarah’s form. “Speaking of which, you’re still incorporeal for some reason.” He poked his finger through her arm. “What… What were you, before you died?”
She traced a pattern on his chest before answering. “You’ll appreciate our irony, I think… I was a Selkie.”
Andrew started laughing. “Oh, how fate works. Or, well…” He paused. “Never mind. Call it fate, leave it at that.” He stroked her shimmering form, and wherever his hands went, skin and shining fur appeared. “You said you were a Selkie, so I will restore that to you, here.” He murmured, his hands continuing their path. Sarah gasped as they traced her chest, giving form to her B-cup breasts and nipples, which promptly grew erect as Andrew continued down her navel. Humming softly, he swirled around her stomach, teasing her slightly as he avoided her crotch in order to give form her legs next, which she promptly threw open, nearly falling backwards as he caressed her ass. Winking at her, he wiggled his fingers and plunged them deep into her cunt, eliciting a gasp which he stifled by taking Sarah into a deep, passionate kiss, the two of them falling backwards onto the bed. Breaking contact, he grinned and held up his hand, now dripping. “That was fast.” He teased, and gestured upwards. “What do you see?”
Sarah panted quietly, but looked where he motioned. “Is that… a mirror?” She asked, “I see you and… someone… Is that me?” She gasped at the image above her. “That’s… That was… me…” She whispered, tears in her eyes.
Andrew smiled gently as she turned to him and began to sob. “Well geez, I seem to have this effect on pokegirls.” He said with a laugh. “I start with a taming, end with a good cry.” He poked her gently. “Actually, we haven’t even tamed yet.”
Sarah opened her tear-streaked eyes. “Why are you so kind?” She hiccupped. “I’m a pokegirl. You’re supposed to hate me.” She burrowed her face into his chest. “I’m a ghost, for goodness’ sake.”
Andrew stroked her hair. “Why am I nice? Maybe I was brought up right.” He looked at her in confusion. “But you should know all these answers; you looked at my memories, didn’t you?”
She pushed away and looked at him. “I couldn’t get very far. Only a few weeks.” She sniffed. “Something stopped me from going further.”
Andrew nodded. “A good thing. There are moments in my life that I will never intentionally share.” He rolled over and grabbed her arms, pinning her to the bed. “And now that we’ve had our cry,” He said, slowly rubbing his face against her chest, “I think it’s time to have our fun.” He said with a grin, and resumed what he had recently abandoned. Sarah shrieked in pleasure as his hand returned to her pussy, and his lips to hers. He explored her vagina for a few seconds with his hand before pulling back. “I dare say it’s the real deal!” He exclaimed, chuckling when Sarah glared at him and ground her crotch against his leg. Obliging, he used his hands again to continue to tease her, alternating one to her breasts as she squeaked.
“Stop teasing me~!” She panted, and grabbed at his dick, trying to pull it to her glistening honeypot. Andrew laughed at the look on her face and pretended to accidentally overshoot, planting a bulls-eye in her protesting mouth. He rolled off her as she gagged. “You JERK!” She cried, smacking his side as he laughed, but paused when he stopped to pick at her skin, peeling away a thin, glowing layer. “What are you doing?” She inquired, wrapping her legs around his hips and pushing her quivering pussy towards him. “You tease me and then stop? Finish the job.” She nearly growled, teasing her own nipples with her free hand, the waves of pleasure threatening to drown her.
Andrew stopped what he was doing and regarded the snatch in front of his face. “Well, if you insist…” He thought, and picked Sarah up by her waist, earning a surprised ‘meep!’ from her. He waited for her to place her hands on his shoulders before slowly lowering her onto his throbbing manhood, earning him another low moan from the now panting Selkie-Groaning. He repeated the motions a few times, gradually increasing the pace until she started bouncing with him, continuing until he felt his own orgasm building up. He increased their pace, and as he felt himself get pushed over the edge a painful bright light emanated from Sarah’s form that blinded him. Crying out in simultaneous pleasure and pain, he heard Sarah’s resulting scream as he faded into darkness once more.
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<14:00, Un Nouvel Espoir Pokecenter>
Andrew bolted upright with a gasp. He was back in the pokecenter in the infested city. Before he could do more than blink a Nightnurse pushed him down again. “Hey, he’s awake. Someone get his Mini-Top before she shoots somebody!” She yelled, looking back at him. “Andrew, stay calm, stay down. You’ve been unconscious for a day and a half. I need to make sure you haven’t sustained damage.” She explained, moving to cut his clothes off.
He grabbed her wrist. “There is no reason to be cutting away at things when I could have only sustained mental injuries.” He looked up as Grace burst through the door. “Ah, there you are. How have I been?”
Grace dove on him, tears streaming down her face. “I didn’t think you were going to wake up I’ve been trying to keep myself occupied but you can only shoot so many things before you remember what you’re trying to forget and I was worried and you actually treated me with kindness and I was sure that you were gone and I didn’t want to lose you and…” She babbled.
Andrew smiled and patted her awkwardly. “Grace, I’m fine. Really. I’ve just been wandering around in my mind for a bit.” He glared pointedly at the Nightnurse. “After much contemplation, it’s fine, and so is my physical body.”
She humphed and got up to leave the room. “No surgery, can’t dissect the Zombabes, nobody needs me here. Mark my words, I’m going to slice someone eventually!” She yelled, disappearing to the main area. Andrew hugged Grace.
“I’m glad to be back.” He stated simply. “And I’m ready to get out of this godforsaken place. There’s gotta be somebody around here who can teleport us back to Coventry.”
Grace wiped her eyes and nodded. “Braxton brought enough psychics to scan the whole city for survivors, one of them must have been to Coventry at some point.” She chuckled. “You should have seen Jean, he was all worried and apologizing to me. I’m just glad you’re fine.”
Andrew grimaced. “Speaking of Jean, I don’t want to see him before I leave. He has my number, so he can contact me whenever he wants to meet up, or with questions – But I’m leaving, and no one is going to stall me.” He pushed himself onto his feet. “Let’s go, Grace.”
Andrew Ranger
Age: 27
Licenses:
Tamer: Y
Master Tamer: N
Researcher: N
Watcher: N
Breeder: N
Badges:
Active Harem:
Hauteclere – Valkyrie, Level 19 (Alpha)
Grace – Mini-Top, Level 26
Lyn – Witch, Level 10
Adria – Groaning, Level 15