All characters over 18 years of age. Story takes place many years after Diamond and Pearl and Black and White versions, really where the Pokémon timeline is now.
This story starts very slowly, but I swear it does get going. There is no sexual content involving Pokémon monsters, I just used the world as a backdrop.
All characters are original except Cynthia, but this takes place some years after her first appearance.
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Cynthia's Audit
Chapter 1
A dim light crept through the window into the sparsely adorned room, with occasional waves of cool air from the ocean breeze. The matching white linen of the curtains, sheets, and rug all became visible in the growing dawn entering the room. As the soft light continued its march, the white maple dresser and matching nightstand reflected the light with their clean sheen, seemingly providing extra illumination. The room was so clean, one would probably assume it was unoccupied. The only signs of life were slippers, a phone on the nightstand--and of course--the long lean lump under the covers of the bed.
Once the room was completely full of the morning light and the sound of distant wingull could be heard, the amorphous shape began to stir. Soon, a small foot could be seen emerging from the side of the bed, but only briefly before being tucked in again. Then the figure rolled to-and-fro very slowly, finally facing away from the window, long locks of blond hair now visible from the top of the comforter. Again, a limb emerged from the mass of linens--this time a long lean arm grabbing the phone on the nightstand. After bringing the item in close to the head of the jumbled sheets, there was a long pause and then a sigh. Slowly, the blob of covers and pillows gave way to the tall, lean form of a woman sitting on the side of the bed. Her long luxurious hair hanging over the front of her shoulders and the lily-white skin of her flawless back reflecting the morning sun.
This venus that had emerged from the assorted bedding was none other than Cynthia, champion of the Sinnoh region. Arguably the most powerful pokémon master in the world, and easily the most beautiful. No one would be able to doubt that, were they to witness the sight before them. The champion sat with her back slightly arched as she collected herself and shook off some of her somnolence. She pushed her hair over her shoulder so it now draped her back, exposing her perfect tear-drop breasts, sitting proudly on her chest. Even at the age of 39, her body showed no sign of sag or wrinkles, her bosoms still sloping upward to long pointy nipples. As she tied her hair into a ponytail, she looked down past the sizable endowment to her flat stomach--currently curved inward with her posture. Between her long lean legs was a pair of bikini-cut black panties, with just a wisp or two of golden hair poking through the fabric.
Soon the envy of the battling world stood, the wooden floor creaking slightly. Her feet now enveloped by the slippers on the ground, she made her way to the closet across from the bed, her breasts bouncing slightly with the three steps it took to reach her house coat. With a rote sort of muscle memory, Cynthia swung the black robe around her and obscuring her beautiful body from prying eyes. Moving faster than before, she walked down the hall past a few doors to her ground floor bathroom, turning on the lights and closing the door behind her.
Grabbing the bottom of her robe and pulling it into one arm and lowering her panties to mid-thigh with the other, Cynthina lowered down onto the small toilet with a hollow-sounding thud. Her tight, muscular bottom depressed out only slightly as she sat, a testament to her active lifestyle and fanatical exercise. The golden-haired woman took a moment and exhaled, staring at the pastel painting of a staryu on the wall. Soon, she was able to unclench and release, the sound of her powerful stream echoing out of the bowl. She closed her eyes as a warm chill of relief washed over her body, the familiar if somewhat foul smell of her urine wafted up between her legs to her nose. The champion was rather high-strung, so moments relaxation were few and far between. Her intense nature made her the best, but she realized the toll in these times of ease.
After emptying her bladder, Cynthia rose and grabbed a few squares of toilet paper, gently wiping her womanhood--a tight innie vagina with a perfectly symmetrical blond triangle of pubic hair above. Being the perfectionist that she was, the woman always wiped an extra time, despising any leftover drops in her panties. Finished tending to her flawless sex, she donned her panties and washed her hands.
Cynthia made her way now to the rustic kitchen of her current abode, completely clean and spotless. As if like clockwork--because it was--the coffee machine sputtered out a single cup of black coffee into a small grey mug. Now seemingly lighter on her feet, Cynthia almost glided over to the coffee cup and took it in her hand with a sort of common grace, her footsteps barely audible even on the old floor boards. She walked to the windows at the front of the house and gazed out, the morning light still burning through the overcast haze in the sky.
A soft yellow light reflected off the blue ocean waves that came lapping up to the beach. Wingull floated mesmerizingly in the sky, seemingly stationary in the ocean wind. The golden sand of the beach completely abandoned in the morning hours save for the faint outline of a skittering dwebble. Sparse tall grass grew from the dunes before her, and the front corners of other vacation villas could be seen from the periphery of Cythia's view on either side. It was quiet and empty. Such was the charm of the seasonal vacation village of Undella Town, where the Sinnoh champion was taking her research sabbatical in the Unova region. It being well into October, the champion no longer had to contend with star-struck fans or crowds at the few establishments Undella had. Summer was gone and so were the distractions. During these off-seasons, there were barely any businesses even open: a market, a tavern, a bus stop--and the Pokémon Center, of course. Despite all the modern technology of the day, Undella still felt disconnected, a many hours trip to larger cities.
Blissfully admiring her quiet surroundings, Cynthia caught a glimpse of a black dot. It was on the road that eventually turned and separated her villa from the beach. It came slowly growing in appearance, intriguing the woman. A dark human shape began to come into focus as it made its way closer, stopping every so often and then restarting. After minutes that seemed like hours, the figure was now turning to walk the stretch in front of the villas.
"He must be lost..." Cynthia said to herself. The figure walked while constantly observing his surroundings, with a hand over his brow to block the sun. It was a man in a black suit holding a large briefcase. Realizing how close the figure was to her home, Cynthia quickly stepped to the side of the window, hoping to obscure herself while still watching. She did not want to tip off this stranger that her's was the only inhabited villa. The figure continued to walk.
"Don't stop here. Don't stop here." She repeated over and over in a whisper. It felt like time stood still for Cynthia as the man moved in front of her entrance way. Cynthia's prayers were answered and she let out a sigh of relief as she saw him move past her path and onto the next villa. With the adrenaline rush over, she slumped into a chair at the kitchen table facing away from the window. She did not realize how intense that had been, wiping away sweat from under her arms and breasts. Drinking her now only lukewarm coffee, she grabbed some papers from her table and began to read. She did her best to forget the unpleasant scare and jotted notes every so often.
The morning wore on for close to an hour as Cynthia read the disparate journals, newspaper clippings and tracings that were neatly organized on her table. She had amassed an exceedingly large collection of texts and drawings describing the mythical beasts of the region--the reason for her time here. As she put charcoal to paper in an attempt to draw one of the witness reports, a blaring "ding" rang in her ear. Her head shot up with a look of annoyance as she looked for the source of the disruption. After the sound happened again: she realized it was just the "service" reminder on her coffee machine. The champ got up and turned it off and returned to her work. She sat back down at her table and took up the charcoal again. With an exhale she returned to shading the mighty limbs of a legendary creature, but just then a new disruption emerged: a "knock knock" at her door!
Spinning in her chair almost immediately, Cynthia realized her nightmare had come true--the man in the suit was at her villa, offering raps on the door almost continuously. "Oh no. Damn." She whispered to herself as she immediately pulled her body to the floor and crouched on her haunches, hoping to fall out of view of the window. She waited for over a minute, the annoying sound unwavering. The golden-haired woman pondered the best course of action as she stayed below the windowsill.
Cynthia's POV:
