Cynthias Audit Pt 03

All characters over 18 years of age. This story takes place many years after any of the characters' first appearances.

No pokemon sex, only human

Finale!

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Chapter 9

Cynthia's core tightened and loosened as she attempted to maintain her posture. From sight alone one would not be able to tell, but the white, windowless room was constantly moving in a rhythmic back-and-forth. The champion, back in her more traditional black slacks and long jacket, looked over to her left. Two women garbed in white jumpsuits stood in front of the door, six poké balls lining each of their hips. She then looked again straight ahead to a white couch, where Dean and Sammy sat, their eyes locked on the champion. The 19-year-old boy looked with tearful, pleading eyes to Cynthia, as if begging for an end to the current situation. The already sensitive young man seemed nauseated by the literal and figurative upheaval of the past few hours.

Sammy, Dean's mother, had her sights fixed on Cynthia as well, but in a glare more than anything. Her eyes seemed to say "How could you let this happen?" A question the champion was wondering herself, her thoughts distracted by Sammy's countenance--even more beautiful when angry. Cynthia had been making such strides in rekindling what was lost with her former flame, although this unprecedented situation seemed to be dashing all her hopes. The slight, rhythmic creaking of the room was the only sound to break up the otherwise deafening silence. They all sat for many more minutes as the champion remembered how they had got where they are:

It was just a few hours after sunrise and all three inhabitants of the Undella villa had started their days. Cynthia and Sammy had both instinctively marched up to Dean's "nursery" to dote on the recovering young man and see to his potty training. The humbling experience of the night before had tamped down any rebelliousness in the boy, and he disrobed his lower half of its pamper without issue.

"Mommy, Cici, can you stand behind me?" Dean said in a soft, submissive voice standing just behind his commode. Despite his sheepish posture and blushed cheeks, his tiny penis still poked proudly out of his groin. The two women did not even try to hide their gaze, marveling again at the miniature nature of his "manhood" with knowing smiles. The women found something almost beautiful in the non-threatening little appendage before them. His narrow pink button coming to a point at the almost invisible urethra, like the nose of a tiny shrew poking through the ground. "You know I can't go if someone is watching me..."

"Oh sweetie, don't be embarrassed. Is it because we're making you sit to tinkle?" Sammy asked in an innocent tone. "Everyone in this house sits to piddle so we don't make a mess. You're no different than us. Right, Cici?" Cynthia's eyes darted between Dean's tiny spout and his mother's lower half a few times as she searched for the words to respond. Sammy was only trying to be supportive, but her words could really be seen to imply Dean was not all that different from a girl. Dean's blonde surrogate scrambled to find something to say to assuage his fears.

"Y-yes! Of course! There's nothing wrong with boys sitting to do their business! Once you put your bottom down, we won't be able to see anyways! Your splash guard covers up your winky and stops those puddles you make." Cynthia saw Dean's face starting to twist into a frown. She had tried to think of something to make him feel better, but affirmations with a micropenis were hard to come by.

"No matter what you still have the biggest peepee in this house!" Cynthia found herself exclaiming, with just the slightest hint of desperation in her voice. Dean's cheeks blushed at the last statement, his mouth now hanging slightly open. With an eyebrow raised he spoke up.

"I'm the only boy-er um, man here..." He said in a soft, but incredulous way. His hands slowly folded over his crotch, as if covering up now would change anything. It was obvious to the champion she had only drawn more attention to Dean's embarrassment.

"My little caterpie, just sit your bumbum down on and go pee pee. Cici and I can stand behind you while you do your business." Sammy chimed in again in her motherly tone. She flashed a knowing smile at Cynthia, as if to lessen her guilt for embarrassing her son more. The two women moved behind the young man as he sat on the pink, plastic basin. He moved his fingers into his ears and hummed a little song to try and tune-out the two women.

Just as Dean's dainty hiss came to Cynthia's ears, a familiar feeling touched her cheek--Sammy's warm, soft lips! The champion stood stupefied for a split-second, as if trying to absorb the contact with every nerve available. Cynthia turned to see Sammy staring back at her with an admiring face, her green eyes intoxicating to behold. The blonde woman was only able to muster a goofy smile for a moment or two before speaking.

"What was that for?" Cynthia whispered through a smirk.

"You get credit for the attempt. I can see how hard you're trying...It means a lot." Sammy said, in a slow whisper. Cynthia tried to utter a response, but the overwhelming feeling of warmth throughout her body made thought very difficult. Sammy pulled her in for second kiss, this one now on the lips. The two women instinctively opened their mouths slightly, the tips of their tongues teasing one another. Cynthia's nipples hardened and a feeling of warm desire began emanating from her pants, but she still managed to pull away for a second.

"What if he turns..." The champion said, glancing over to Dean.

"Just a little more--we have time. He's got a normal bladder, but it's all going through a veeery widdle exit" Sammy whispered with a smirk before pulling Cynthia in for another kiss. The chestnut-haired beauty folded her arms up over Cynthia's slender back; her partner reciprocated with two hands cupped on her ample buttocks. With their bodies pushed together, the two resembled puzzle pieces that had just found their match. Had the boy relieving himself been less focused on his task, he probably would have felt the heat emanating off his two guardians.

Despite the precariousness of their privacy, it was not Dean that interrupted the embrace. Rather, a big bang emanated from down the stairs, cause the two women to separate from one another. Dean was blissfully unaware as he continued to block out the rest of the world, but Sammy and Cynthia shot out the door and down the stairs without a word. As the two entered the main floor they were immediately met with six men and women all clad in white jumpsuits. Two of them blocked the door as the rest stood in the kitchen and living room. A red-haired woman spoke to the two stupefied inhabitants.

"Champion Cynthia, our leader will be so happy we finally found you!" She said in an authoritative but cordial tone. "I am Nia."

"And who is your leader, Nia?" Cynthia said in cold, repulsed tone she had not used since her first meeting with Dean.

"Why the Aether Foundation president, Madame Lusamine. The two of you have met before, yes?" Nia asked rhetorically, obviously already knowing the answer. "She has instructed us to help you pack. We have been trying to reach you for some time. Lusamine has requested your presence at our headquarters in the Alolan sea: Aether Paradise."

"Well, I'm far too busy with my research." Cynthia said dismissively. The memory of the letter she reached from fellow Champion Lance came back to her mind. "This must be whatever hair-brained scheme of Lusamine's that he is trying to stop." Cynthia thought to herself.

"We must insist." Nia responded in her same strong, but diplomatic way of speaking. As the white-clad woman spoke, she and other Aether members released a series of pokémon from their balls. While an intimidating display, they were all quite common.

"Ha! You're trying to challenge a champion?! Let them have it with your Garchomp, honey!" Sammy said with bravado and pride for her rekindled flame. Sadly, the feeling would not last.

"I don't have any pokémon..." Cynthia muttered as she looked at the floor. Realization and shame washed over her as she remembered her ill-advised decision from days ago. She was so intent on removing any evidence that it was her pokémon that injured Dean, that she had removed all of hers to be held at the Pokémon Center. Cynthia was so focused on making a good impression with Sammy, thoughts of her own protection were entirely secondary.

"What!?" Sammy exclaimed.

"I-I don't have my team with me, they're in a storage box." Cynthia said sheepishly. She could not bear to look at the women she adored so much. Tears began to form in both women's eyes.

"Ladies, there's no reason to cry! Lusamine merely wants your assistance. You're getting a free vacation to the warm seas of Alola! It's only getting colder here..." Nia said with a smile, the dictatorial tone now completely gone. "Think of this as white-glove service, we'll get you all packed!"

"Well, I can't go. I have a life in Castelia City and my--" Sammy started to say in a hurried voice. Her panic was obvious.

"Oh, YOU must come TOO. This project is quite confidential. We also wouldn't want you reporting to any authorities our unorthodox way of extending the invitation..." Nia responded, now a bit impatient.

"M-my son is..." Sammy stuttered, shaking slightly. Her body began to betray her as a small spurt of urine leaked out into her dark blue jeans. Not enough to be seen, but certainly enough to be felt by her.

"Oh, yes..." Nia said surveying the room and seeing evidence of the third resident. "I suppose he must come too. How old is..." Sammy now started to whimper as she lost all control of her bladder. The soft sound of trickling caught the attention of all gathered, despite the tense situation playing out. A small puddle began to form below the weeping woman. Cynthia felt an intense pang of guilt as she looked on what had become of her former lover. It was Cynthia's own stupid decisions that had led to this series of events, with Sammy now suffering again from the same family wetting problem as her son. Just a few minutes ago the two women were in bliss, but now all hope seemed lost. A wash of adrenaline flooded the champion's brain as she attempted to regain control of the situation and her dreams of companionship.

"Alright! That's it!" Cynthia said in her strongest, most biting voice. "I have no choice to go with you, but you will afford us our dignity and respect. You will follow my instructions to the "T," or your president will hear about it." After that the champion snarled out commands for all the Aether staff to begin packing her belongings and research. Sammy quickly retreated to clean herself up and get Dean ready. In a matter of two hours and quick car ride, the three found themselves where they are now: The Aether Foundation's luxury ocean liner.

It was obvious that her attempt to salvage the situation was unsuccessful in Sammy's eyes. The freckled woman still glared at the champion with contempt, no doubt attributing the situation to Cynthia's poor planning. The described tension and churning of the ship gnawed at the three "hostages" for many more minutes before the silence was broken.

"There is my elusive Champion! I'm so glad you were able to make it!" A tall, lean woman declared as she entered the room. Cynthia, knew this to be Lusamine, billionaire and president of the mysterious Aether Foundation. "You are a very hard woman to track down!"

"How did you find me, Lusamine?" Cynthia said in a deadpan voice, forgoing any pleasantries. The imprisoned woman slowly raised her head and gaze to meet her captor, although all she could muster was an annoyed facial expression. Lusamine paused before responding, somewhat taken aback at the champion's lack of decorum.

"Well, IF the Aether Foundation had a back-door connection to the Pokémon Center's global mainframe, your login at the Undella Town Pokémon Center WOULD have set off a flag on our data-combing program. Of course, that's IF we had such an illegal breach of their security, which we don't." Lusamine explained in a sing-song voice to her three captive guests. Cynthia rolled her eyes at the Aether president's attempt to be coy. Lusamine turned her head to Dean as she went on. "We didn't realize you had a son, though."

"That was an error--" Cynthia began before being interrupted.

"He's MY son, and I demand you drop us at the nearest port." Sammy ordered, her first time speaking in hours. Their captor turned her gaze to Sammy now and began to size her up visually. Another long pause took place, before Dean's mother started speaking again, her tone now more desperate. "Dean here is still recovering from a bout of 'spectral fatigue' and the ocean seas are too rough for him to recuperate. Please let me get him home..."

"Ahh, that makes more sense. I did read about his health from the Pokemon Center data...but he doesn't seem to be a 'preschooler' as the report mentioned." Lusamine said slowly, no longer making any charade about her breach of the Center servers. Dean was a little confused by her "preschooler" comment but was too distracted by seasickness to muster a response. His two mommies omitted the automated clinic's assessment of his genitals to try and protect his feelings. "My little 'green Dean,' how old are you?" Lusamine asked sweetly.

"N-n-nineteen, Maam." Dean choked out, actually looking a shade of green as Lusamine had said. Her eyes narrowed at the response. She snapped her head to Cynthia with a grave look on her face.

"He'll have to stay in the brig cells below, I do not allow men on the ship when my daughter is aboard. She's far too immature and we're without her tutor now..." Lusamine said in a more serious tone than before. "I wish I could release you, but I need total secrecy about this project."

"What?! You'll put my sick son in a prison?" Sammy now said with tears in her eyes. Cynthia sprang to her feet frantically, alarming the guards in the room, but not Lusamine herself. She took the Aether president aside and began to speak with her in a low whisper.

"He's not a really a ma--well a lot of people would say that he's more of a b-boy--er that is..." Cynthia began to whisper to Lusamine, trying to find the right words to keep Dean from being incarcerated. "Look, you read his file, right?"

"Uh-huh." Lusamine said softly. Her eyebrows arched quizzically.

"The system thought he was a 'preschooler' class, even though he's far too tall for that, right? Do you remember the other diagnosis on his assessment?" Cynthia said, trying to be as vague as possible in case Dean could hear her. Their captor pulled out her phone and began to scroll, no doubt still in possession of the stolen Pokémon Center data. The champion watched as Lusamine scrolled past and then back to the section with the header "MICROPENIS." Lusamine's brow furrowed as she read and re-read the anomalous measurements that Dean had between his legs.

"As far as your daughter's purity and safety is concerned, Dean basically IS a preschooler. I've seen IT firsthand; IT could not DO anything. I promise! He still wets the bed..." The champion said in a desperate whisper. Lusamine's mouth curved into a devilish smile, something Cynthia had not expected. Lusamine paused before turning to address the mother and son on the couch; her small, perky breasts moving ever so slightly.

"After speaking with Cynthia, I have decided to amend my decision. I have a daughter the same age as you that's going to university in a matter of months. I think you two would get a along swimmingly. Her name is Lillie." Lusamine began in a very diplomatic voice. "She has had almost no exposure to men so I think spending time with you would help her a lot. She's going to need to learn more about males if she wants to be a success in her studies--they are a fact of life. You seem like a very cute and safe boy. You'll be like brother and sister." The Aether president finished, her eyes trying to probe between Dean's legs.

Cynthia's POV

What's she up to? This seems like a complete 180 from throwing him in a cell. Is it really like she's saying? She wants Dean to be training-wheels for her daughter to be more comfortable around men? His little peepee is harmless, but this is very strange. Lusamine did just KIDNAP us, so her motives and methods are highly suspect. I love that boy; I can't just give him up to this crazy lady.

Narrative:

Before Cynthia could speak up to protect Dean from becoming a test subject, his mother raised her hand and began to speak.

"I heard you had lost your tutor. I used to be an assistant-teacher. I can help." Sammy said in a hurried voice. Her mother's reflexes kicked in as she sought to insert herself between Dean and whatever strange plan was instore for him. Socializing, was better than imprisoning, but it was obvious Lusamine could not be trusted, especially with her "little" boy.

"I'm so happy to hear that! I'll give you a list of duties and strict itinerary tomorrow!" Lusamine now said enthusiastically. "My little Lillie is nineteen-years-old as well, but she's very--er 'spoiled' shall we say. I'm sure she'll like you both! I don't mean to seem like a task master, but I need her program to be followed exactly--or we'll have to discuss lodgings in the cell again." Their captor said this last sentence with a wild look in her eye, and no one doubted the sincerity of the threat.

Lusamine walked out of the room and the female Aether staff beckoned the weary captives to follow them. The three were provided with a very large cabin by ship standards, with a separate connected room for Dean and all the "nursery" equipment that was packed and loaded by the Aether henchman. No doubt Lusamine's lackies were puzzled by the items that were loaded for Cynthia's party, but they spoke nothing of it. The three prepared for an early sleep, none were hungry from the churning of the waves. Cynthia and Sammy did share a queen-sized bed, but a valley of cold sheets lay between them. Cynthia knew that would not have been the case had their reunion not been interrupted.

Chapter 10

"GOOD MORNING, GRAND AETHER! LET US HAVE A PRODUCTIVE DAY AT SEA! REPORT TO YOUR STATIONS IN ONE HOUR!" Lusamine's voice crackled into every cabin via the ship-wide P.A. system. If Sammy or Cynthia had any doubt that the Aether president was deranged, a thunderous 5am announcement put those doubts to rest. The two women let out a groan as the reality of their floating prison flooded back in to their minds. They writhed about a bit in their sheets before attempting anything. Sammy rose first, sitting on the edge of the bed for a minute or two, her large breasts hanging unsupported under the thin white nightie provided to her. She pulled up the bottom of the gown and placed her hand on her pantie-less vulva and then the sheets behind her--Dry, but she felt an urgency she had not noticed until that moment.

She rose and threw off the gown and moved toward the cabin's bathroom. She had one hand out to catch herself on the wall, the other dug between her legs to stop a deluge. As Sammy staggered her way there amid the rocking of the ship, Her breasts and bottom jiggled wildly with every uncoordinated movement.

Cynthia's eyes only peaked over the covers now, marveling at Sammy's beauty and the vulnerability of her situation. Again, she began to feel a tickle between her thighs at the display, and caution seemed secondary to her. She rose quickly and followed the chestnut-haired woman to the lavatory, a familiar hissing sound emanating from behind the threshold. Cynthia moved far more gracefully than her beloved, her tear-drop breasts dancing rhythmically with her steps beneath the thin nightie.