And then alarms blared, more red lights flashing on and off, illuminating the room, showing mostly open space, but all sorts of machinery, computer consoles covered nearly the entirety of the walls while island tables filled most of the center, all sorts of equipment and medical instruments covering them.
However, at the end of the long hallway, the long expanse of machines and equipment, the lights were green as they bathed two large tubes set on slants against a series of machines...
There was suddenly a hiss as pressurized air was being let out quickly from either tube, then the top parts of said tubes slowly slid upwards, the length stopping a few inches short of hitting the connection of the ceiling and back-wall. Revealed in these tubes were a man in his mid-thirties in a dusty suit and ratty old lab-coat, and the other a Dog-girl whom had fur done up similarly to a Tigress, and wearing little more than underwear and collar.
Opening his eyes slowly, the man took time to sit up, wincing at the noise blaring. He raised his hands and clapped loudly...
And all the lights and sirens went off, leaving the man and dog-girl in complete darkness for a moment before the regular florescent lighting turned on.
“Computer!” The man shouted. “What is the standard date?”
“Current Terrain date goes by 486 AS... Though most humans and Pokés go by 44 PE.”
The lab-coated individual grunted. “It’s fourteen years to early. Why the wake-up call, Hal?”
“Nnn... Master?” The female asked. “Do you have to be so loud? Some of us are trying to get our sleep...”
“That’s what I’m, saying, my cute little Growlie. We were in cryostasis for just eighty-six years, Linda...”
The Growlie rolled her eyes. “Oh, ONLY eighty-six years? God forbid someone interrupts you one-hundred-year sleep, Jim...” She grumbled sarcastically.
‘Jim’ stared at his Growlie. “Just for that, I’m going to make sure to take the time to give you a spanking before I have to go back into stasis.”
“Oh?” Linda asked curiously, tail starting to wag. “You mean it!?”
The man known as Jim smirked a little. “Maybe...” He then called out, “HAL! What is the reason for this disturbance to my slumber?”
“Master Sukebe,” The Computer Spoke up. “Scanners have caught onto the energy readings of a special disturbance, a wormhole. My programming was set up centuries back in case of such an occurrence.”
“Wait!” The man revealed to be Sukebe shouted as he sat up straight. “You mean after all this time there was finally a time and space?”
“Affirmative.”
Sukebe got up from the bed-padding of his cryostasis tube and walked further into the bed. “Do you have a fixed reading on the coordinates?”
“Affirmative.”
Pouting, Linda cross her arms over her breasts. Damn it, she hated when her master got his thoughts off of her and onto his research. It made him less horny in her opinion, and she knew her master wasn’t happy unless he was horny! Why, his very hormones were the reason the world was in such the glorious state it was now!
Nodding his head, Sukebe shouted the orders of, “Hal! Send coordinates of location of the anomaly to the GPS of my Armored Field Research Vehicle.”
“Affirmative.”
“Wait!” The Growlie shouted. She then practically jumped off the padding of the inside of her cryostasis tube and padded over to her owner. “We’re actually heading outside?”
Grinning, Sukebe told his PokéGirl, “It HAS been awhile since I last set foot out of this lab, no hasn’t it?”
Grinning widely, Linda jumped up and down, causing her breasts to bounce all over the place. “YAY! We’re going on a field-trip, we’re going on a field-trip, we’re going-”
“Nowhere if you don’t behave!” Sukebe shouted.
Linda was silent for a moment. “...Well, can I bounce around like this some more?”
“As much as I like it...” Sukebe admitted. “We need to get going!”
Linda scratched her chin. “Can we stop by a park and let me run around? It’s been so long!”
“No.”
“Can I sing the Tamer’s Theme Song?”
“NO!”
Pouting, Linda asked. “Can I at least put my head out the window and let my tongue flap on the breeze as you drive?”
Blinking his eyes, Sukebe had to consider that. “Hmm...”
(------)
“Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!” Linda practically barked, wind whipping past her face, tongue hanging out as they went through a mostly open field.
The perverted mad scientist just rolled his eyes at the PokéGirl’s antics. Amazing what a little genetic modifications could do to a person. Linda used to be the very fucking bitch that had ruined his career and now look at her! Happy as could be and willing to serve him in every way possible.
Looking down at the small computer screen on the dashboard. They were getting closer. Only another two-hundred feet? They should be getting a visual any mom-
“MASTER!” Linda shouted. “I see something!”
“What is it?” Sukebe asked.
Narrowing her eyes for better vision, the Growlie was then surprised to see, “A KID! Master, it’s a human child!”
“A what!?” Sukebe shouted, rather surprised.
Nodding her head, Linda brought her head back inside the RV. “Master, pull to the side, you don’t want to run him over! Poor little guy’s unconscious!”
“What?” Sukebe shouted.
*KER-THUNK*!
“MASTER!!!” Linda screamed. “You ran the poor kid over!!!”
“I what!?” Sukebe asked, not realizing they’d come up to the kid so quickly.
*KER-THUNK*!
“YOU GOT HIM WITH THE BACK END! PULL OVER!!!”
And with that, the armored RV pulled over with a screech of the brakes. The passenger door opened quickly, the Growlie getting out and rushing over to the poor little boy. She gently wrapped her arms over the naked little boy’s broken body. “Oh, don’t die! Please don’t die!” She whimpered softly, licking her face.
The driver’s door opening, Sukebe got out slowly. “Geeze, Linda... I’m sorry.” And he was. This was the only thing in the field and MIGHT have been the source of the abnormality.
“Masterrr!” Linda whined. “Can you do something for him? Anything?”
Looking the boy over, Sukebe winced. Okay, so he had broken arms and... Oh poor kid, his dick was so small. Sukebe couldn’t leave this poor boy alone injured, naked, alone, and left to the Mercy of Feral PokéGirls... “Linda. Get him in the back. I have some splints and we can hook an IV to him. We’ll do more back at my lab.
Nodding her head firmly, the Fire-type PokéGirl answered, “Right away, master!” With the boy safely scooped up in her arms, she was making her way to the back of the RV...
(------)
“Master?” Linda asked slowly. “What’s wrong?”
The hentai scientist-mage, straightened up in the chair he was sitting at by one of the consoles. “What is it, Linda?”
“Will the boy pull through?” She asked nervously, a small whimper tingeing her voice.
Nodding his head, the creator of all PokéGirls answered, “He’ll be fine. I left him in the med-wing now. Just give him time to heal and he’ll wake up eventually.”
“Then why aren’t you watching over the poor kid?” Linda asked, feeling a little miffed that her master would leave the boy to scanners and machines to watch over him rather than a caring living person.
“Because,” Sukebe said in a tired tone, not particularly feeling like getting into an argument with Linda, “There was something I found out about that boy that I need to look into.”
Raising a curious eyebrow, Linda asked her master, “What is it?”
Giving his PokéGirl a look that said he didn’t want to talk about it, Sukebe told his former nemesis-turned-Alpha PokéGirl, “If you’re so worried about the boy, then go to the Med Bay and check on him yourself. I’m busy, you know!”
Pouting, Linda huffed at her master’s antics and turned away. “Fine! I will!” And with that the Growlie was stomping off.
Sukebe let out a sigh as his slutty little Growlie went storming off to get to the little boy. He felt a little bad, but how was he to tell her this was a PURE-Blood Human!
Yes, Pure-Blood. No PokéGenetics in him whatsoever. And in the way the world was now, it would mean everything. “BECAUSE of his pure-blood, he’s just as sexy to any hetero or bi PokéGirls and gay PokéBoys as any one of their own race is to them...” Sukebe considered
Hey, Sukebe wasn’t stupid. He kept his scanners going and he’d seen how things were changing the last time he’d been out. He knew some deep shit was going down and now that he’d been up for a bit, got his info, and could study what had happened...
“The ‘Pure-Bloods’ of this Era lost because they weren’t of pure human blood at all. They all had remnants of my Bloody Flu... They all have ONE PokéGirl Ancestor in there somewhere...” Sukebe surmised. And that meant that because their blood wasn’t pure, the PokéGirls were attracted to the PokéGenes that were in a Human Carrier... And, well, what’s in a human isn’t as attractive as that in a full PokéBoy’s.
BUT a truly pure human... “Why, that’s another catch altogether!” Sukebe chuckled to himself. It was all simple mathematics and physiology involved. He understood that a PokéGirl or Boy will ONLY sense the Human Genetics... And bow down before its superior coding and testosterone and pheromones!
Hey, it was the very reason Sukebe himself could tame and control Legendaries! He was their creator and pure human! He COULD force his will upon them!
“Pokés will look at this boy and feel the sensation of knowing he is their superior, their ‘master’... He must have come from that wormhole my computers sensed, it’s the only rational explaination.
But still, now that the kid was here, what to do with the little lucky bastard?
“Well...” Sukebe slowly muttered... “Someone has to make sure the kid grows up right. After all, someone like this child of precious, unique quality would be highly sought after once he’s known... And there’s no way a kid could defend himself.”
So what was left to do?
Hmm... Better get this started on the right foot... Perhaps he could give the boy a lesson or two...
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