Interlude: Rachel Brown

My name is Rachel Brown; I am the child of Jessica Brown, the current head of the Brown household, until such time as she finds a sufficiently pure husband to marry. My family has a lineage of purity stretching back generations, and one we endeavor to improve; this world has been made so rotten due to the overt willingness of humans to intermix their lineages with Pokegirls, producing an ever-present threat of threshholding in young ladies such as myself. If my great-grandfather hadn't had a child with a Pokegirl woman, perhaps today, I wouldn't be in my current situation...

I was pregnant. I had been late for two weeks by that point, and Samuel had been working his absolute hardest to knock me up, with the aid of my Pokegirl, Pet, and best friend, Joan, who was a succubus who kept using fertility magic to make extra sure I got knocked up. With how much cum had been fired into my pussy, it was pretty much impossible that it was just an odd cycle.

Samuel. Did I like him? As a man, he was fairly acceptable in broad strokes - decently fit, good face, well-off, nice enough. He had two key problems, the first of which was that he was quite impure in terms of his Pokegirl admixture, and the second of which was that he had this tendency to enjoy sexually bullying me.

Don't misunderstand - I certainly understood the impulse to sexual sadism. I had vented it on Joan more than my fair share. And his form of bullying typically took the form of trying to make me come my brains out and forcing me to admit this or that - how good he was, how thankful I was to have his children, really whatever inane thing popped into his head. If we were married, I would have filed it away as an amusing peccadillo and indulged him; but we weren't married. I was attempting to protect myself from the possibility of becoming some brothel Pokegirl, by building up in Sam a general sense of gratitude that he would repay by keeping me. (And hopefully Joan, as well; but if he didn't take her, well, I don't see how both of us drowning would be any better than one of us doing so.)

Most likely, I would threshhold into my great grandmother's breed, an Ingenue; technically, I might be able to disguise this, other than the problem that I would suddenly begin orgasming from everything rather than requiring Sam to put any work in at all. (He tended to rely on Joan to actually help him make me come.) But given Sam's behavior with me, it wouldn't be long before I achieved an unfortunate orgasm evolution and became a Damsel. At that point, I wouldn't be much better than Andrea, who had the misfortune to threshhold into a Bimbo. I'd be a bit smarter, obviously, but even worse in terms of mindlessly obeying any order. Damsels obeyed literally anyone; I could talk Andrea into fighting people or ignoring them. He wouldn't even have to argue me into humiliating and debasing myself, I'd just do it on command.

No, if I threshholded as an Ingenue, I would collect the Heavy Metal and Thunder Stone that I had hidden in a rented locker at the local train station; then I would (hopefully) become Sam's Pet Battle Angel, alongside Joan. She seemed to have become quite smitten with him at some point, and I could only hope the feeling was mutual; I had spent quite a bit of my personal money, buying her that Dusk Stone. It would be a shame if it went to waste because Sam couldn't properly appreciate her.

The reason I'm writing this, rather than Sam, is simple: what happened on this day affected me, not Sam. I had left Joan with him, so when the whole affair went down, he was probably getting a blowjob while watching a porno or some equally juvenille way of getting his rocks off with an incredibly beautiful, sexy, and vivacious woman.

I was on my way back to my home, from the little loveshack that Sam used to avoid his mother's disapproval of Infernals (I hoped that he would continue to use it, after adopting Joan as his Pokegirl; but I really had no ability to ensure he would act one way or the other on that count), when I felt a boxy, hard object press against my back, a female voice speaking quietly from behind me. "Take a left at the next crosswalk, and don't make a scene."

"If you're planning to ransom me," I said, keeping my voice steady as I kept my normal pace, "then you should know that my mother has a standard policy not to pay. You can turn around and walk away now, and I won't report this to the police." That was a lie, obviously; I'd see this bitch hung for trying to kidnap me.

"Ah... well, we'll just find out if she sticks to it in a crisis," the woman said, with a certain perkiness to her voice I recognized after a few seconds. Julia. We'd played together back when we were little, but drifted apart when we were... 8? 9? Her mother had threshholded, and she'd pretty much completely avoided me in the aftermath, other than to give the occasional sharp glare. I hadn't paid it much mind - we hadn't been close.

My mind was running a mile a minute, and my hands were at my sides as I spoke. If she kidnapped me, I was dead; if indeed she even really intended that. She sounded playful, like this was all a game to her, and I wasn't going to risk my life on that. If I took that left turn, in short order, I'd be isolated and vulnerable - she could do anything to me, and no one would be able to stop her. At the moment, there were enough people around that somebody might hear the gunshot and do something, so she'd hesitate. So, I spoke up. "I'm pregnant," I said, hand slowly inching towards my waistband.

"Oh? That's so lucky for you, you must be so proud!" She said it with dripping enthusiasm. "Goshujinsama hasn't knocked me up yet, and I don't think he's ever going to," she added.

I angled the Pokeball with a subtle movement of my wrist and hit the button on it, so that Andrea was ejected out between me and Julia. Julia let out a sharp noise of surprise, but fortunately she didn't take the shot at that moment - giving me the space to speak up. "Andrea, take her gun, don't let her shoot me," I ordered, my voice sharp, as I started to just run, taking a turn as quickly as possible to break off line of sight.

I spared a glance over my shoulder before rounding the corner, and got to see Andrea struggling with Julia, who was apparently wearing a sexy cowgirl cosplay - had she threshholded as a CalamityJane? But they focused their venom on criminals, and I couldn't imagine what crime I'd committed to earn her ire, but I couldn't focus on that, just running as fast as my feet could take me, adrenaline overpowering my own relative lack of being in shape. As my stomach churned and I puked up my guts about three minutes into that desperate flight, I made a mental note to practice jogging in the future, but I managed to get back to the little love nest that Sam was using and rapidly open the doorway. "Joan! I need you, now! Stop sucking Sam's cock or-" and the door was whipped open, a naked Joan standing there, cum staining her tits and chin and whatever else. Her wings beat as she saw my condition, sweat coating my skin and a bit of puke on my clothes.

"What happened?" Joan asked, and her question was answered as Julia rounded the corner, gun in low ready. "Her?"

"Yes," I said, and the bitch had scarcely a moment of fear crossing her face before eye-searing inky black nothingness wreathed Joan and rushed forward like a crashing wave, leaving a stinging in the eyes as it passed, like some black inversion of the feeling one has from staring at the sun, leaving bright white and deep purple splotches on my vision where it passed. When my vision finally resumed its previous appearance, I was given the satisfaction of seeing Julia's skeleton, completely flensed of skin and meat alike.

It was only then that Sam stumbled his way out of the house, pulling on his pants as he looked over the scene. "What happened?"

"Do you know a Julia Jacoby?"

He swallowed at that, his expression visibly paling. "Yeah. She was, uhh, trying to get a spot as my Pet. I actually had her preregistered and everything."

I snorted. "Perhaps you should have told her that, then; it seems like she was trying to get rid of the competition."

"Makes sense," Joan chimed in, reminding me of her presence. "After all, you're like a zillion times hotter and cooler than her, so she'd know you and me are gonna take up two of Sam's slots."

"I... guess that could be it," Sam agreed, clearly not fully satisfied with the explanation. To be honest, I wasn't either, but the problem was dealt with.

"I don't feel safe at the moment, and-"

"Rachel!" Andrea called out, making me feel some relief that she was still alive. Yes, I'd been willing to sacrifice her to live - obviously. There were dozens of perfectly good moral justifications, and further, that was what anyone in my situation would do. If she had died, I would have felt sorry, obviously, but I would never have regretted it. "I'm sorry, I think I lost her!" Her head than pivoted to the corpse in question. "Oh wow, look at this skeleton! It's got cool bleached white bones! Where'd you get it?"

"That's Julia," Joan said, with a smirk. Andrea just looked at her uncomprehendingly. "She's the one you were chasing."

"Ohhh. Wow. Um. She lost a lot of weight!"

I grabbed her Pokeball and collected her. I wasn't in any mood to deal with her inane stupidity, and she could probably use a calming nap anyway. I know I could. "As I was saying, I don't really feel safe leaving Joan alone with you. I hope you understand."

"Oh, totally," Sam said quickly - perhaps a little too quickly? "Uh. You want to come inside? Take a shower? This is actually Julia's house, though I guess she isn't using it any more."

I took a glance down at my clothes, and definitely felt the urge to take a shower. Julia was a good bit bigger around the chest than me, but I could steal some of her clothes if I had to. "Thank you, Sam. I would, indeed," I said, stepping inside. "That doesn't mean sex in the showers, to be clear." Perhaps setting that sort of boundary would be too far? "I mean, if you must-"

He let out a small laugh. "No, I got it," he agreed. He could be considerate, sometimes. I quickly stripped and showered - there was something vaguely satisfying about picking through Julia's clothes afterwards. Like looting the corpse of a slain enemy. I wound up passing out in a too-large shirt and a pair of panties on Julia's own bed, ultimately; the rush had passed and the exhaustion of running much further than I had in quite some time had set in.

I was woken up an hour or two later by the noise of mattress springs from the other side of the house; a sleepy stumbling over to the bedroom revealed, of course, that it was Joan getting fucked stupid into the bed, her eyes rolling around in her head as she got treated the way she not-so-secretly wanted.

I admired the show for a minute or two, before Sam ultimately noticed me and immediately shifted his focus, pulling out of Joan. "Hey, Rachel," he said. "When I'm upset, sex helps. Want me to fuck you while Joan licks your clit?"

I gave him a look. My gaze flicked over to Joan, who looked perfectly happy on her hands and knees, her cheek pressed into the pillow as a bit of saliva dribbled out of her mouth. "How about, Joan eats me out, and you fuck Joan? There's no better pussy eater than Joan," I said, with some confidence; not a single one of my would-be Pets could even close to approach her, and Andrea had only gotten maybe fifty percent better at pussy-eating after threshholding.

"Sure, Rachel," Sam said, reaching for Joan's horn and tugging her up by it, freeing up a place for me to sit. "You heard the lady," he said, shoving Joan's face right into my cunt, and in short order I was on an express train to blissful ecstasy, my best friend eating me out in between coming her brains out on Sam's cock.