I had no idea where she had come from... at first, anyway.  It took me about five minutes to remember that I had actually written about the events that had cascaded into this.

	My reaction?

	Initially, my libido spoke volumes.  Then, reality sank in.

	- Author of Pokegirl Fanfiction

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	Fallout - Chapter 1
	Crimson League Side Story
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	Disclaimer: Nothing is false, but I don't want to get sued.  Names, locations and situations have been changed to protect the innocent-er, the pervert-er, everyone in the story.

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	The room still smelled of ozone and energy crackled dangerously for a few seconds after the portal shut.  The clerk looked up from his computer, behind which he lunged when the portal opened and began flaring angrily with electricity.
	Glancing up, the online author/clerk could only stare as a figure laid slumped against a now totally ruined copier.  Gasping as he made out a female shape, he leapt over the counter and was by her side in seconds.
	His brain was filled with what few medical facts were still retained from his high school First Aid course.  She was still breathing, which meant her airways were clear.  She wasn't fully conscious, but her groaning proved that she wasn't totally unconscious either.
	He started by looking her over for possible burns or cuts, double-checking by stroking her skin.  None were visible, but he couldn't be certain until he checked her back.
	He gently but firmly pressed his finger around her arms and legs.  Nothing felt broken, but he didn't dare move her in case she had broken ribs or a damaged spine.  Her arms and legs didn't look dislocated, so if her back was fine, she could probably get up.
	The copier was covered.  The insurance salesman would be surprised when they actually did call in that 'Act of God' claim.  Glancing back to the girl, he watched as her tail twitched as her eyes began opening.
	Benjamin blinked.  A tail.  Cat ears.  Blue eyes.  Short red hair.  Reddish-orange fur with black stripes on her forearms, hands, thighs, shins, feet and tail.  Other than the fur on her arms, head and legs, she was bareass naked.
	What in the-?
	It's said that when a bird is born, the first thing it sees is what it imprints on.  For better or worse, the bird has formulated that the mother bird is the first thing it will always see, even if it's actually the father bird or even a cat.
	Some people have similar imprinting habits, especially after a traumatic experience.
	That was the only explanation Benjamin had for why the tiger(?) girl glomped him and began rubbing against the heavyset author.
	Let it never be said that correct conclusions cannot be reached quickly.  Benjamin had spent hours beating off to the secret fantasy of having a sexy girl glomping onto him, even if said girl was not entirely human.  Benjamin had also been spending a lot of time writing about a particular universe involving catgirls who would resemble the girl glomping him.
	Conclusion: She was either from the Pokegirl Universe or something very close to it.
	Benjamin's face became very red quickly as the girl was all but humping him though his clothing.
	"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!  Wait a minute!" Benjamin protested, managing to separate himself from her enough that his arm and leg were regaining circulation.
	The tiger girl seemed a bit scared, but Benjamin calmed her fears of rejection, "Uh, no offense, but could we at least get to know each other first?  Maybe get you some clothing?"
	Benjamin glanced at the doorway, thanking the gods that it was a Saturday and a very quiet one.  He was all alone, in terms of staff, today.  However, if anyone walked in and found him standing over a naked tiger girl... he instantly thought of Akane Tendo from Ranma 1/2 and repressed a shudder.
	"Uh, listen, why don't we go into the back?" Benjamin inquired, hoping he had some of his spare clothing hanging in back.  He couldn't remember if he'd taken the last shirt home to clean off a stain made by lunch or not.
	"Tigress." The girl agreed, confirming Benjamin's earlier conclusion that she was, indeed, a pokegirl.
	Naturally, the tigress thought he was simply being kinky.  She was vastly disappointed.

	Benjamin's mind was racing.  A Tigress, a tamer-fucking tigress.  He was lucky no one had come in, because when he'd pulled her into the back, she'd refused to stay there, sneaking up and surprising him.  He'd finally resorted to pulling out a bunch of hentai pictures he'd printed out and leaving her in the bathroom to masturbate.
	The store closed quickly and he had called his manager, who was going to come down and check the damage before calling an insurance agent.  Benjamin managed to tell the manager that he had other things to do, so would be leaving immediately.
	It was a good thing he'd left when he had.  The manager didn't live more than fifteen minutes away.  The tigress was now clad in a pair of shorts with her tail sticking out of a leg hole and a white t-shirt as they drove back to his house.  He'd named her Katt,(1) as that was his favorite name for tiger-esque female characters.
	He wasn't sure what to do with her.  Well, actually, certain thoughts were in his head, but he wasn't sure of what to do with her beyond sex.  She wasn't a legal citizen of his world.  Hell, by his world, she was a monster.
	His brain paused.  If they found out.  He could just say she had a habit of wearing an outfit her departed father left her.  All he had to say was that she was from San Francisco, the weirdo capital of the world.  Okay, maybe it was a bit harsh to call the city by that title, but too many people attributed strangeness to that city.  It was a real world Nerima District.
	A problem was going to be the tail.  Unless she wore skirts, it would be impossible to find clothing that wouldn't pinch or chafe.  He'd have to find someone who could loan him one long enough to go out and buy some for her.  That meant spending money on more clothes.
	Suddenly, Katt's stomach growled.  Benjamin glanced at her stomach and sighed.  He had to feed her regularly too.  No pokeball to send her into.
	Not only that, but he had to get her a false ID.  He had NO clue where to get that sort of thing.  He pulled into a Mondo King.(2)  Their service varied, the food was average to lousy, but it was dirt cheap.
	"I need six Mondo Burgers!" Benjamin yelled into the vaguely crown-shaped speaker.
	Benjamin truly hoped the voice that responded wasn't-, "Is that for here or to go?"
	Nope, moron at the bat.
	"To go." Benjamin responded, hoping he got the right order this time.  It was better to humor the morons than to argue with them.
	"That'll be a dollar and... sixty-heheheh-nine cents.  Please pull-heheheh-around." the moron said, snickering at the innuendo.
	Benjamin rolled his eyes and sighed before driving around the corner.  He had a few minutes before they would have his order, so he fished for the exact change.  Which he didn't have.  That meant the order taker handed back Benjamin's change, he'd likely say something stupid or lewd or-
	"DUDE!  How'd a fat ass like you get such a hot chick?  And why aren't you two doing it?  Damn, I'd be fucking her in an instant!"
	-both.  How delightful.  Not only that, but the order taker wasn't extending the food bag or the change.
	"We finished an hour ago and we're out for food." Benjamin replied in a droll tone.
	With that said, the order taker handed the bag and the change to Benjamin.  The order taker watched them leave in total awe.
	"Shit, that dude must be awesome fucker to get a girl like her.  Probably gets her to cream just by feeling her tits." the order taker said into his microphone.
	The school bus of nuns who were about to order didn't take his comments too well.

	Benjamin let out a combination sigh and growl.  He didn't mind 'talking with the homies' on occassion, if only to catch the latest 'jive talk', but the last thing he wanted was to listen to those sorts of comments.
	He wasn't even home yet and he was already geting frustrated with the situation.  Katt wasn't offended in the least.  In fact, she liked the praise she'd gotten from the homely freak who'd given her new master their food.  Besides, the food wasn't bad.  She'd quickly learned that the wrappers were only to keep the food warm, not to be eaten.
	Once her tummy was full, the tigress was feeling a bit randy.  Besides, her master needed to relax.  She leaned over and unzipped his pants.  Benjamin yelped a bit in surprise as she took out his semi-hard manhood.  She gave it a few licks to stimulate it to it maximum hardness.  Once she was satisfied with it's size, she engulfed it with her mouth.
	Tales of getting blowjobs in a car had left Benjamin understanding about the excitement involved.  However, Benjamin had also heard a lot of horror stories and wasn't about to let such a thing like slamming into a tree or getting into a massive car accident occur.  It took longer for Benjamin to get off as a result, but he felt it was very well worth it.
	He pulled up to his apartment building and sighed in relief as he managed to park without breaking anything.  Katt finally lifted her head from his lap, leaving him to put his schlong back into his pants and carefully zip up.
	"Okay, Katt, listen up.  I'm renting an apartment with a girl, but she and I are just friends, okay?  She's not competition.  But she might not react well because pokegirls don't exist in this world." Benjamin explained.
	The tigress blinked and cocked her head to one side.
	"......" Benjamin responded.  He wasn't sure if she wasn't understanding his statement, she didn't understand why pokegirls didn't exist or if she didn't understand past 'competition'.  Without the capacity to communicate properly, he was left wondering.
	"Anyway, it's probably best if we pass you off as someone who's still learning the language.  I'll do my best to teach you too." Benjamin told her.
	Katt nodded.  Benjamin hopped Katherine didn't ask too many questions.  She paid for everything, after all.  Benjamin turned to leave when Katt mewled.
	Glancing at the Tigress, Benjamin blushed red as he saw her spread her legs and purr enticingly.  Benjamin's mind raced, but he came to one conclusion: she was choosing him as her master.  That meant he had to accept or refuse.
	And he could never refuse a lady.

	Katherine sighed.  Being a data processor stunk, but being a manager was more annoying.  It was as if the higher one's rank in the company, the less intelligence one actually had.  She could feel her brain dying from answering moronic questions day in and day out.
	And the consultants, by the kamis, could they be any more inane?  Everyone spouted that 'outside the box' mentality when the company actually only prospered when everyone was 'in the box'.
	What she needed was to find a way to return to being a lowly data processor without losing her pay.  At least then, she used her brain more than twice a day without a migraine developing.
	She wondered if Benjamin wanted to go out for a movie.  The guy probably wasn't going to be doing much.  If he wasn't online or typing, he was chatting with his friends or watching TV.  Nothing he couldn't put off.
	She opened the door.  He wasn't on the couch.  Strange.  She checked the kitchen.  No one there.  Then, she heard the shower.  Probably had a messy package come in.  It happened from time to time, people brought in the craziest things.
	The last time he'd needed a shower, a lady had brought in a bunch of flour, unwrapped, then tripped and dropped it right in front of him.  The resulting cloud forced them to turn off all the electronics for three days while fans were brought in.  It'd taken him three long showers to get all the flour out.
	Still, she could be helpful and choose some clothes for him to wear.  She entered his room and headed for his closest, not noticing the lump on his bed.  At least not until the lump moaned.
	Katherine's thoughts went like so: Person in shower + person in bed - one roommate = ???!!!
	Katherine spun to see the lump's head and torso pop out from underneath the covers.  It was a girl and from the fact that the girl was minus clothing down to her breasts.
	Katherine's new train of thought went like so: Naked girl in Benjamin's bed + person in shower - one r-NAKED GIRL IN BENJAMIN'S BED?!?!
	Katherine stared at the girl for a few seconds.  She didn't want to jump to any conclusions.  Perhaps the girl had gotten soaked by a muddy puddle or something and Benjamin had offered to clean her clothes.  After all, Benjamin was a perfect gentleman.
	She walked to the bathroom door and knocked.  As the water stopped and she heard someone step out, she inquired, "Hey, Ben, what's up with the naked chick in your bed?"
	Silence.  Or near silence.  She heard him hurrying to dress for a minute before he opened the door with a massive blush on his fact, "I can explain..."
	Katt walked out of Benjamin's bedroom and toward the bathroom, brushing her naked body against Benjamin's dressed form and purring loudly as she entered the bathroom.
	Katherine STARED.  No, she redefined STARED.
	"You got lucky?" Katherine inquired.
	"It's a long story, but it's actually kind of a short one."(3) Benjamin began.

	"So, she's from a fictional universe that you and a bunch of horny guys write about.  She's basically a sex slave and now she's attached to you because you're her 'tamer'." Katherine repeated.
	"Well, I'd put it a different way, but basically yes." Benjamin said, frowing a bit, "The important thing is that I'm not going to let some freaky scientists get their grubby mitts on her, so I need to find someone who can make up a fake ID and background for her.  We can say she's from San Francisco or something."
	Katherine arched an eyebrow, "What about the prehensile tail?"
	"I'm still working on that lie..." Benjamin answered, wincing.
	Katherine sighed.  Benjamin was a decent storyteller when he needed to be and considering that she KNEW the girl wasn't human, the likelyhood of his story being true was much higher.  Besides, she was damn sure he hadn't visited the Island of Doctor Monroe or anything, so the only other immediate answer was the one he'd presented.
	"Just one thing..." Katherine began.
	"What's that?" Benjamin inquired.
	"Can you PLEASE get her to stop making those cutesy eyes at you?" Katherine inquired.

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	End Chapter 1.

	(1) - If you know who Katt is, give yourself a cookie and go play BOF2 again, you bastard.  You probably forgot everything about her. 
	(2) - Any resembalance to an actual business is not intend.  Also, if you know where I pulled the word 'Mondo Burger' from, go get a cookie.  You deserve it.
	(3) - Kudos to those who know where this quote came from.  ^_^  Go, Wolfwood!

	The Proposal
	The dimensional energy that Washu wipes from the characters in the Crosstime Adventures creates a massive dimensional vibration, essentially copying people from the pokegirl world and leaving them in our world.
	The people in closest contact with said universe (i.e. the authors of Pokegirls and the readers of Pokegirls) are the placement points upon which various pokegirls will appear around.