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Thread: A stick, some balls, and a glove.

N...No sir! I just thought, well you said anything and I... she trailed off. Fuck! this sucks... how am I supposed to tell my parents this? She looked at him and blushed. Yes coach. she said and nodded. I should have kept my mouth closed... why the hell did I think that'd work?! she asked herself.
Thread: A stick, some balls, and a glove.

Ten laps go. He told her before turning his attention back to the rest of the team. Alright you know what you all have to do so do it. Being that Lisette hit my pitch in a home run she only has to run laps. Remember major league standards. You have one hour anyone else will have to pick this up again next class with me pitching!
Thread: A stick, some balls, and a glove.

Lisette nodded and started to run laps around the field. She couldn't believe she blurted that out like that. She should have known he'd have no interest. He was not only a teacher, but her coach... every feeling he had for her was probably professional. She kept running, her hair blowing in the wind as she ran. She had to call her mom and let her know she'd be late. Maybe I could just say it was tutoring... she thought.
Thread: A stick, some balls, and a glove.

He discreetly watched as she ran laps making sure nobody noticed his eyes landing on her ass or her chest every so often as she ran. He imagined her kneeling before him in her uniform unbuttoning the top of her uniform showing him how she didn't wear a bra just for him. Then from there she would straddle him in the chair of his office he had been sitting in. Her lips kissing him as she took his hand sliding it into the uniform pants to feel the warmth between her legs. He quickly snapped out of it to check the progress of the team.
Thread: A stick, some balls, and a glove.

She noticed him looking at her and saw something in his eyes that wasn't quite as professional as she thought it'd be. She smiled a little not sure what he was thinking but his eyes seemed extremely inviting. Stop it Lis... he already gave you a detention for being a dumbass. she thought and kept running, her breasts bouncing slightly.
Thread: A stick, some balls, and a glove.

The day went by and practice was over for the girls softball team. Jeff had gone home as did everyone else and now Keith he decided not to wait in his office office being she was taking too long and for what ever reason his office was on the other side of the campus. He was waiting for Lisette to show up from changing in the girls locker room. He hadn't been on the diamond long before he had picked up a bat and started swinging at fast balls for major league standings. The sound of wood being hit against the dead animal skin could be heard as the impact came sending the ball flying through the air at rapid speeds.
Thread: Fifty-Three More Things To Do In Zero-Gravity

A cloud of air billowed out around the side of the ship, rushing out of the fist-sized hole in the hull just above the oxygen reservoir. A friendly message popped up on the holographic screen, warning that there was a potential malfunction of the oxygen systems, and that life support would be disabled in two minutes. The pilot of the ship cursed lightly, scrambling around in her seat and tearing the portable oxygen tank from its place in the wall of the cockpit. 'Warning Main and secondary thrusters offline,' chimed the computer's sterile, vaguely female voice. No thrusters meant no moving. It didn't matter that the battle was won if she couldn't live to tell the tale. There was one chance, though. She climbed out of her seat and ran back into the engine room. She still had her retro-rockets, and even if they were slow they could still get her somewhere. After a few minutes of makeshift electrical wiring and reprogramming, she climbed back to the cockpit, flopping down into the chair and speaking through the mask that provided her oxygen. Set me on a course for the nearest space station. How long will it take? 'Ten hours,' the computer responded. And how much oxygen do we have left? 'Ten hours' worth in the auxiliary tanks.' She could make it, but it would be close. Ten and a half hours later, the sleek red-and-black speeder ship was sluggishly approaching the small station, with its pilot tiredly slumped back in her chair. She had to take deep breaths to keep herself moving. Without life support, and with the retro-rockets on for so long, the cabin was growing uncomfortably warm. With a snort, her head lifted up and she opened up a communications channel. This's...ugh...Captain Zelett requh--requesting permission to dock, she said through her dry tongue and panting breaths. She was dying for a breath of cool, rich air, even if it was recycled space station stuff.
Thread: Fifty-Three More Things To Do In Zero-Gravity

The approach radar went off five minutes before the message to request docking came in. It was typical. The radar was meant to give a warning on slower days. Most days were slow on this station though. It was a small refueling point for Aarcas, a fuel company. Basically, the operators had to live up there for a month, then got a month off before starting the cycle all over again. It was a stupid system, but few complained. It was needed. Though the scheduling could have been worked better. Maybe if they just built a larger platform out in this place they could have a mini-city and people could work normal 9-5 sort of hours. Isabella Remmington was the dock operator and head of repairs on the station. That didn't mean she was some sort of uber-fixer, it just meant she was competent enough to deal with the average breakdown. Larger or more problematic breakdowns needed a call-in. This is Aarcas VII, you are clear for landing, over. Her voice was silky smooth with just the tiniest edge of electronics in it. She was a cyborg, so she interfaced with electronics regularly. Kept her from using a microphone, allowed her to diagnose computer failures, and all sorts of other nifty things.
Thread: Fifty-Three More Things To Do In Zero-Gravity

Captain Zelett switched the controls to manual, then reached into the screen to manipulate the virtual controls for the ship. If it tried to land itself with the retro-rockets, it would have likely blown a hole in the floor of the hangar. Not as if the tired, increasingly dizzy pilot could do a whole lot better. With a jerky, rough, and slow motion, she nosed the ship into the hangar and brought it to a rest on the floor, leaving only a few scorch marks. Once the airlock was closed and the room was re-pressurized, the hatch on the plane's underbelly burst open and she came out, gripping the railing and taking deep, thankful breaths of air. Now, she had to find someone to fix her ship before it fell apart.
Thread: Fifty-Three More Things To Do In Zero-Gravity

Isabella got out of the control center when the ship practically wrecked into the docking zone. As she rushed, she was pissed because the person hadn't set up a distress call. They just asked permission to dock. Still, when she rushed out, she took the woman's arm and put it over her shoulders, keeping her propped up. Geeze... What the hell happened out there?
Thread: Fifty-Three More Things To Do In Zero-Gravity

Zellett chuckled softly as the cyborg rushed out to help her down. She didn't want to seem like she needed the help. Despite her cool demeanor, the emergency run to the space station had drained her. Ran into some mercenaries that didn't like me very much. Something about an old job I'd done. Before I can even ready my weapons they start shooting at me. They did a real number on my ship, but I got the last laugh. I'm here, after all, she said with a wink, sitting down against the wall. Think you can fix up my ship?
Thread: Fifty-Three More Things To Do In Zero-Gravity

I think we need you fixed before I do anything with that ship of yours... She growled lightly as her artificial muscles kept the pressure on her body even and near effortless as she pulled the woman along with her towards the infirmary. You look like you're not hurt. Probably oxygen deprivation, depressurization, or a temperature leak... Which means you got here just in time no matter which is the case.
Thread: Fifty-Three More Things To Do In Zero-Gravity

I don't have a case of the sniffles, and you're not my mother. She was still taking deep breaths, trying to cool herself down after sitting in the hot cabin for so long. She was already feeling more awake after having had time to breathe fresh air. She was more concerned about her ship than about herself. Don't worry about me. I want to know how soon my ship will be ready to fly again.
Thread: Fifty-Three More Things To Do In Zero-Gravity

I just want to make sure you're okay first. Doesn't do to have a ship with no pilot. I'll assess it while you get some rest. When they got to the infirmary, nobody was there. The nurse had to be called over. She'd be over in maybe a maybe half a day though. They didn't even station people to take care of medical needs. Everyone just got basic first aid. Now lay down and get some rest.
Thread: Fifty-Three More Things To Do In Zero-Gravity

I'm telling you, I don't need any rest, she said obstinately, refusing to lie down on the bed in the infirmary. Instead, she sat down, giving her a firm look. She looked ready to stand up as soon as she turned her back. If you're so worried, I'll sit here, but you come back and tell me as soon as you figure out how long it'll be before my ship flies again.
Thread: Fifty-Three More Things To Do In Zero-Gravity

A day or two at least. Get your rest. She turned her back. You used auxillary boosters to get here. There's likely electrical damage. Which means I have to dig around in the ship until I find the problem wiring. You've got time.
Thread: Fifty-Three More Things To Do In Zero-Gravity

Wonderful. I was looking forward for some vacation time after this, she said, her voice tinged with sarcasm. It wouldn't have been so bad if this wasn't some tiny space station in the middle of nowhere. She had been out in the middle of nowhere to begin with though she didn't have much choice. Then tell me when the life support starts working again.
Thread: Fifty-Three More Things To Do In Zero-Gravity

That'll be the last thing I fix. She walked out, sighing as she realized that the pilot was as stubborn as any of the other pilots. Always wanting to get back in space to fly around and wreck themselves again. She'd thought a female pilot would be more sensible.
Thread: Fifty-Three More Things To Do In Zero-Gravity

Zellett gave a soft sigh, feeling her body slowly giving up. She slumped down onto the mattress, falling asleep just as soon as her head pressed against the soft, plush fabric. She slept soundly in that position, arms stretched out along the bed, laying cross-wise on the bed with her feet still on the floor, her mouth hanging open just a little.
Thread: Fifty-Three More Things To Do In Zero-Gravity

Isabella went to the craft and started interfacing with the main computer. It was a miracle the woman made it there at all. More than just life support and engines had gotten friend out. So much so that they would be needing to call in parts. So the ship was left in a dismantled mess as the woman took down the parts that were needed.
Thread: Fifty-Three More Things To Do In Zero-Gravity

Somewhere around nine hours later, Zellett woke up, immediately thirsty. After wetting her dry mouth, she left the infirmary and followed the path that she had taken with Isabella to get there. She found her way back to the hangar where her ship was, slipping inside to see what the diagnosis was. Just how much of my ship is still working? she asked out loud, looking at the assorted parts strewn out on the ground.
Thread: Fifty-Three More Things To Do In Zero-Gravity

There are still weapon systems. That's about it. She waited in her control center. Parts won't even be here for a week. You got time to relax. Isabella had her eyes closed, a cord plugged into the back of her right ear. Life support, thrust control, right side directional thrusters, are all fried beyond repair without the new parts. And your cargo hold also has a leak.
Thread: Fifty-Three More Things To Do In Zero-Gravity

Well, fuck, she grumbled, looking up at her ship as if it was to blame for no longer working. The most optimistic thing she could think was that at least her ship would be in full working order...after at least a week of sitting around and doing nothing. So does anything happen here, or am I really out in the middle of nowhere?
Thread: Fifty-Three More Things To Do In Zero-Gravity

Nowhere... She yawned lightly, bobbing her head lightly. Music was streaming right into her head. Being a cyborg definitely had it's perks. No annoying guys hit on her because of her obvious changes. She got to operate computers at the speed of electronic information. And she didn't have to work out.
Thread: Fifty-Three More Things To Do In Zero-Gravity

Of course, ship gets stranded on the station that has nothing to do. So what do you do for fun? Or are you the 'work all day' sort? she asked, leaning against the side of her ship while she talked to her. She wasn't hard to look at, but it wasn't common to see someone with such prominently synthetic components. Most wanted to keep them hidden.
Thread: Fifty-Three More Things To Do In Zero-Gravity

Work? Heck no... She grinned as she was plugged into the computer system. I get to stay connected to everything and everyone. I take advantage of my unlimited access to the galactic net system. Leaning back a little more, she sighed and got a bit more comfortable.
Thread: Fifty-Three More Things To Do In Zero-Gravity

Zellet scoffed lightly, shaking her head. Not everyone's got a metal brain like you. Organic people like me can't just pop into the net. She folded her arms, looking down at Isabella. You'd better be working really hard on fixing my ship if you can take the time to get comfortable like that.
Thread: Fifty-Three More Things To Do In Zero-Gravity

Can't fix nothin' without parts, girly. She simply yawned and relaxed a little more. Look, you're stuck on this station till the parts come in, then I'm still gonna need a day or two to get everything installed. Then there's testing and double checking before we let you into the cockpit again.
Thread: Fifty-Three More Things To Do In Zero-Gravity

So what am I supposed to do for two days? Just sit on my ass in front of my plane and polish my gun? She put her face in her hands and gave a protracted groan. Okay, sorry. Do you at least have a computer connected to the net somewhere I could use? I have some messages to send to a few of my clients. Like asking why the hell she ran into a whole fleet of mercenary ships on a simple delivery mission.
Thread: A New Gift (Jamie and Felitha)

Fel yawned loudly as bright light struck her eyes for the first time in a while, a long tongue stretching out between her small fangs. She blinked her eyes sleepily as she looked around, taking in her environment seriously for the first time in several days. She was housed right now in what could only really be connected to a pet cage. It was large enough for her to lay out in and even stretch a little bit, but the only light came from small slits in the door. Fel hadn't really minded, being quite used to this kind of thing by now. She had been born on a pokegirl farm, raised to eventually be sold or given to a human tamer for whatever purposes they wanted a pokegirl for. Of course she wasn't a very strong battle type, at least not yet, and her abilities to perform any sort of labor were minimal. Mainly she had been raised as a companion, or as a battler for a tamer willing to take some time with her. That was how she found herself here. She had caught snatches of conversation, apparently about her being bought finally as a companion to some young girl. Whether it was true or a lie the pokegirl didn't know, but it probably didn't matter too much. Fel stepped out of her cage and now that she was standing fully in the sunlight it was easy to see her. She was an Eva type of pokegirl. Fel was short, only just over five feet tall and very petite. She was covered in very fine light brown fur, almost so thing that it seemed like a second skin, but many times softer. Dark brown hair graced her head and grew long down almost to the small of her back. she had warm hazel eyes that happily stared out from behind her long bangs. A large ring of thick white fur went around her neck. She hadn't made many concessions to human fashion except for very short tan shorts and a light blue tee shirt that strained to keep her firm breasts under control. All and all she looked very delicate, something of course that hid the above normal strength of a pokegirl. Is this home? Fel asked, looking over the area around her.
Thread: A New Gift (Jamie and Felitha)

Despite the youthful exuberance that often went hand in hand with teenaged girls, Jennifer had woefully found herself to be in stark contrast to this she had been a frail, sickly girl for her entire life, and was rarely even let outside. This had led to her staying inside, perhaps reading, perhaps watching television, for the past several years... The very same years that her friends had spent on the road. And to somewhat make up for this, at 17, her parents had given her her very own pokegirl, of the type that Jenni absolutely loved. Currently, she was curled up on her bed with a red book in hand, a small smile on her face as she slowly flipped to the next page,, waiting for her newest companion to wake up. After a few years with none of her friends being in town on any sort of consistent basis, it was nice to have someone she could talk to, someone she could actually get close to. Her frailty showed in Jennifer's young form she was thin, her flesh pale and soft. Her hair was a soft brown color that descended to the tops of her shoulders, which curled faintly and framed her naturally pretty face, and green, intelligent eyes. She was garbed in an overlarge green sweater, which did a lot to hide her generous bust, and a pair of black sweatpants two sized too large, even hiding her shapely legs and wide hips. Everything about her was to downplay her natural beauty, though it was only that much more obvious in the way she hid it. As her brown-furred companion got out of her cage, Jenni smiled softly to herself and slipped her bookmark into her book. It is... It's nice to meet you, Fel, she said with a small smile. Her parents had told her the pokegirl's name, as this was the first time they'd personally met.
Thread: A New Gift (Jamie and Felitha)

THe Eva type pokegirl tilted her head to the side as she looked at the person who was supposed to be her new master. It was a bit different than she had suspected. First she had expected a male, the men tending more towards ownership of the undoubtably beautiful pokegirls. A femlae wasn't too strange, but it also wasn't the norm. Fel had partially expected someone a bit uglier. Usually those who bought the pokegirls instead of catching them had some reason for that and looks were at the top of that list of reasons. This girl was pretty in a delicate way, though she seemed to try to downplay that. It is good to meet you as well mistress. Fel bowed her head, taking on the normal subservant nature that the farm owners made sure to train the pokegirls in. After all who wanted a pokegirl who was going to fight you about every order. Fel's eyes looked aroudn the room, taking in the different pieces that wrote a story about this girls life. Bedrooms were always interesting. If you were observant enough they could tell you quite a lot about a person. This girl might be an interesting companion. I'm sorry to say that I don't know your name.
Thread: A New Gift (Jamie and Felitha)

Jenni's cheeks turned just a bit pink at that. Um... You don't need to call me mistress, she said softly, her arms folding casually in her lap as she leaned over a bit. And my name's Jennifer.... Everyone calls me Jenni, though, she said, offering her new companion a slight smile. In all honesty, she'd never asked for a pokegirl... Her parents had bought Fel for her, though they weren't quite aware what pokegirls were used for... Otherwise, like everything else, Jenni would have been sheltered from them. Her room wasn't exactly like most girls' it contained her simple bed, tucked away in the corner, as well as book cases that ringed the entirety of the room, containing everything from children's books, to college-level texts, all of which she'd more or less mastered by now. She was an extremely knowledgable girl. She slowly pressed her socked feet against the ground, standing up so that she could look to her pokegirl straight in the eye... or, well, not. She was a woefully short girl, at 411. Um... would you like to sit down? she asked meekly, gesturing to her bed.
Thread: A New Gift (Jamie and Felitha)

Okay Jenni. Fel suddenly grinned at her new owner, losing the more submissive look to her face. In truth she hadn't been really good at it even when she was being trained. She had no problem doing things that people told her to do, but she tended to be a bit too happy go lucky to stick with it for too long. The short pokegirl stepped forward and hugged the even smaller girl, pressing the human's face against her large fur collar. I woudl love to sit. Fel let go of her new master and walked over to the bed. The Eva type lay across the small bed, twisting so that she lay on the bed like a cat snuggling into a warm spot. She lay her chin on her crossed arms and looked Jenni up and down. So do you have anything you want to know Jenni? You seem a little nervous.
Thread: A New Gift (Jamie and Felitha)

Jenni smiled softly when her face was pulled into the fur of her new pokegirl... She was so soft, and she couldn't help but nuzzle her face into the fur for a moment, before Fel pulled away and curled up on the bed like a cat... Though she was humanoid, she was kinda cute, Jenni caught herself thinking with a blush. She moved up farther onto the bed, crossing her legs beneath her, hands coming to lay on her knees. Um... I've seen a lot of people with pokegirls... What do they normally do with them? she asked, cocking her head to the side. I mean... I know about regular pokemon... but I've never really read anything about pokegirls, she admitted with a faint pink tinging her pale cheeks. It was largely because text on pokegirls often ended up on sticky pages, perhaps in an adult store. Jenni was painfully naive.
Thread: A New Gift (Jamie and Felitha)

Fel caught the slight blush and she coudl take a guess as to what caused it. After all she had seen where Jeeni's eyes were when she started to blush. The pokegirl didn't mind in the least. She had spent plenty of years at the farm and if a pokegirl wasn't going to go feral she had to have her needs taken care of every now and then. Humans would tame them and then they couldn't be sold so it was left up to the other pokegirls. Well some of the same things as pokemon. Their are some types of pokegirls that are trained for battle and some are trained to be companions just like I was. We look after people and act as friends. Some are even raised to be workers, using their greater strength to do the jobs of many humans. Some are bought for less noble reasons.... Fel looked at her master wondering where to go now. Of course their was always the masters who used their pokegirls like a harem, getting them only for their sexual pleasure. Jenni didn't seem to know that and maybe Fel should tell her. Or maybe not it was hard to tell.
Thread: A New Gift (Jamie and Felitha)

Jenni was, unfortunately, a very sheltered girl. So when Fel brought up less noble purposes for pokegirls, Jenni drew a blank. Er... Less noble reasons? Like, what do you mean by that? Could you show me? she asked, honestly curious. She'd never really had affection for anyone, physical or otherwise, and whilst the male form held no interest for her, she wasn't aware of it even being possible between two women. Especially a girl and a pokegirl. Sorry for the delayshort post!