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This particular side story is all about misdirection. I hope it's agreeable.
It was supposed to go between the prologue and the first chapter.
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Sidestory 0: Crime and Punishment
Alessia woke up to the sound of the alarm clock, and quickly enough her eyes opened groggily and her arm reached to the clock and turned it off.
Her muscles began carrying her to the edge of the bed but a hand took hold of her waist. She detested the contact but knew she could do nothing to stop it, just as she could do nothing to stop her body from relaxing, moving back, moulding itself with the male in her bed, and her lips finding his for a quick kiss.
"Morning" – the male said, with a relaxed smile.
"Morning" – her lips spoke, while her face took a similar expression. – "Anything on schedule for today?"
"I'm afraid so, ma'am: seven thirty to eight with my wife, till eight fifteen to take a shower, till eight forty-five to be ready and then off to open the store. How's yours?"
"Well, seven thirty to eight with my husband, till eight fifteen to take a shower, till eight forty-five to be out and then to open the store." – Her face developed a grin, as her hand slowly stroked his chest, all against her will. – "By the way, good gent, would you happen to know where is my husband? I usually find him with me in bed, but I can't seem to find him this morning."
"I don't know, ma'am, I really need to go and find my wife"—at this point her lips briefly found his, silencing him. – "Then again, I believe it is my duty to help such a nice lady in need."
"Thank you, good gent," – her lips said, while her body climbed completely on his, her arms opened to hug his scrawny chest and her legs opened around his waist. She felt through her panties how the male was becoming aroused, and felt completely repulsed by it. She felt even worse so as she felt her body's shiver on eagerness and her hips make an extra sway to feel his prick again. – "The same way you help me, I would like to help you find your wife."
"I would be thankful for that, ma'am." – the male said, as he rolled to be on top and pressed down. Her body took the chance to firmly cross her legs behind him, and after being securely attached, encouraged him with a quick peck.
The thin male slowly made the ratter toilsome move of launching up they combined hundred kilograms and ending up on his knees and hands, and after a second to catch back his breath, put one of his hands around her and started to crawl around the king-sized mattress.
Slowly, the male conducted her around the bed two or three times before his supporting arm tired up and he made an 'accidental slip' that made them tumble and get tangled on the sheets.
Her mouth was giggling like crazy while her body grinded on the male on their 'efforts' to get untangled. Not soon enough the giggles died away and Alessia's mouth could articulate again. Her muscles rolled the tangled bodies to be on top before speaking, though.
"I might be wrong, but I don't thing our quarries are hiding on the bed."
He flipped them again, not incidentally with one of his hands ending between her panty and her butt.
"That thought crossed my mind as well, my fair maiden. Perhaps we should continue our quest around the room."
Her muscles flipped their bodies back.
"Perhaps we could," – her mouth said, throatily. – "Although we might as well call off the search and hope my man doesn't get jealous: you were, after all, so courageous…"
She snorted in contempt at the words said by her own mouth. Meanwhile, a chuckle came out his mouth before he flipped them again and answered to the words and ignored the snort that not even her own body could hear.
"I'm flattered by your kind words, ma'am, but I insist we continue. I believe they could be at the shower stall."
Her body made no movement to flip again, instead caressing lovingly his back.
"Your bravery knows no bounds. We will go, as soon as we are presentable for the environment."
"I find that agreeable, fair lady." – He said, as he flipped her up again and helped her to pull off the sports bra her body had worn to bed.
Predictably enough, they had gotten naked, rolled down onto the floor with him taking the hit, her body had pressed down on him, he had attached to her body, her body had made the effort to actually stand up and carry him into the bathroom and the shower stall, the male had adjusted the shower, her body had lowered itself and the male on the floor, their legs switched positions, and her body began to bounce on the male's lap. She wanted to scream, ravage him, run away, but her body only moaned in appreciation, whispered encouraging words into his ear, pulled his head on her bosom and tried to make him go deeper.
An eternity later, her body and the male shared an orgasm and Alessia's misery was complete: if she had to be tamed by a male she would ratter swallow his vile seed than risk pregnancy. She had already once given birth to his spawn, another filthy male, and was definitely not looking forward to ever repeating the experience. However, her body – no, her host—seriously wanted to have another. and she could do nothing to prevent it.
Truth be told, she would have preferred a level 5 reprogramming to this torture. Twenty-five years ago, when the attack came on Liberation City, she was a seventeen years old cadet to the Spy corps of the Female Army and eager to receive an assignment. The Kunoichis like her were ordered to escape and attack the attackers from the inside, and thanks to some very crafty use of her Fading and Shadow Teleportation she managed to escape the besieged city, but she could not avoid becoming seriously injured. Her first instinct had been to find refuge, and with the most natural shelter for a Kunoichi being inside somebody, she found a wounded Ice Sidekick from the male army and Blended into her body. The Sidekick was eventually found and carried back to the male settlement. Alessia felt so relieved when her current host was being entered into a hospital, but became eventually terrified when she saw the screening: every person coming inside first had to have a male-army Kunoichi enter him or her, which happened to be the only known way to detect Kunoichis at the moment.
Nearly helpless and so weak that she could barely stay invisible, she Separated from her current host and went stumbling down the streets. She eventually found an adult male with a four-year old girl and a male-spawn about the same age. Not having a better choice, she crashed into the girl and rested.
The next day, the girl and the male-spawn were prepared for kindergarten. Alessia was awake but weak, so she watched the morning routine with little interest until her eyes popped off: at the entrance of the school the kits where being screened by another Kunoichi! The girl she was Blended with happened to be wearing lots of metallic trinkets, so Alessia wouldn't be able to Separate and stay invisible; in desperation, she reached deeper into her powers and tried to Blend so well as to be undetectable even to her own kin. After a few minutes of concentration, something seemed to go 'click' on her mind, and when her host's turn came up, the other Kunoichi couldn't detect her.
She felt elated all day, and feeling safe, decided she would remain inside the girl until she was better.
Over two weeks' time, she stopped feeling pain from her wounds and began having a deeper penetration inside the sensory organs of the girl: unlike with her training exercises, she gradually lost all sensation of her own body, stopped being able to hear the girl's thoughts and began feeling through the senses of the girl better than if it was her own body. After her fifteenth day she thought that she should be better and, having grown fond of the girl, decided to give a parting gift of gratitude to the girl: at night, before parting, she would dispose of that annoying male-spawn that looked so much like her and shared her room.
Using her instincts as a guide, she tried to Separate herself from the girl.
She failed.
She kept trying, seeking every angle.
Se kept failing.
Alessia tried to teleport out.
She failed, repeatedly.
Alessia screamed in terror.
The girl snored.
In desperation, she even tried to Transform and carve her way out the girl.
The girl was absolutely undisturbed, as the only thing foreign to her own body to appear in her were gasses.
Seeking a new angle, Alessia tried to gain some control on the girl's body and move as much as an eyelid or a toe.
The girl's body never moved under her control.
Alessia cried herself to sleep.
The girl was already asleep, and Alessia's ruckus hadn't roused her at all.
Alessia spent every waking moment for several years trying to exit the girl, hoping not only to be free, but also to go and seek her comrades. Her struggles eased considerably after the girls' eleventh birthday, though: the girl's school made a field trip to the agricultural domes that sustained the colony and she saw who were the caretakers: Milktits and Pedgies, with the occasional Minotaur, Duodd or Milk Maid thrown into the mix; nearly all of them being faces she could remember being Psi-dykes and shock troops. When the school group made its way to the offices, her horror was complete: nearly the entire Spy Corps were there turned into all shades of Mouse Pokegirls and working computers, filling accounting sheets, moving files around the cubicle labyrinth. When she saw a Bimbo pass by wearing the face of Commander Lambda, her Spymaster, she collapsed, and for months was catatonic.
The girl was never affected by her struggles for freedom in the first place, so didn't feel any different on Alessia's sudden mellowing.
And in twenty-five years, the girl had grown, crossed Threshold and turned into Ingenue, broken a few hearts before getting engaged to a male Elf with the Blood Curse of Frailty, moved to the Edo League with the male, got married, found a Leaf Stone among their wedding presents and turned into a Plant Sidekick on their wedding night, opened a commercial greenhouse along with her husband, got knocked up after a few years, delivered a filthy male six months ago, and never ever had known of her, Alessia.
In all of those twenty-five years, the only control that Alessia had managed on her host's body was being able to make her eyes move when the host was distracted, something that her host could negate her just by concentrating again.
And now, she was nothing beyond a lesbian ghost trapped inside the senses of a decidedly heterosexual lady that, even after two years of betrothal, a half-decade of marriage and a difficult pregnancy, had never gone longer than three days without shagging her boy toy.
Alessia was in Hell.
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HOUSEWARMING WAR (THE-): Historical event happening between the years 312 and 317 AS. Reportedly, on the first of January, 312 a large file appeared mysteriously on the desk of Cologne, the Chairperson of the Joketsuzoku Preserve. The file was topped by a letter supposedly from Sukebe himself and contained extensive intelligence data on a city hidden below the Antarctic ice shells, largely populated by Psi-dykes and well gone into a military build-up powerful enough to overcome any contemporary army. Chairperson Cologne immediately brought the file to the attention of the Indigo League council, and through secure channels, the file was copied and sent to all other Leagues and Preserves.
Most information on how the war was exactly fought remains classified, but it is known that the efforts starting on 313 AS toward the creation of Ice City and the Ice Maiden reserve on the Antarctic were largely a public cover-up toward the establishment of an attack base; such allegation is largely based on the fact that the officially registered population of the settlement seemed to have been drawn by a tamer specialized on hunting psychics: Ices, Darks and Metals on even proportions, and any pokegirl outside of those types had at least a level two bond with its master and was not either Magic or Ghost.
Once again, the only reason why the year 317 AS has been set as a finishing year for the war is because, according to the colony's official records, hardly any births happened before that year, yet that year and the following two experienced a veritable baby boom.
The name 'Housewarming War' refers to the fact that this war warmed up the Parity Laws, while previously Mao's Rebellion had derailed them.
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