The Aether Foundation's Recruitment Program

Sunny approached the large building before him with a mixture of curiosity and hesitation. After all of the incidents he had seen, it was impossible to discount the fact that the Aether Foundation was in some way related to the troubles he had seen. Still, he had nothing solid, and was planning a full-scale infiltration in response to it. He had partially thought it out beforehand with a plan he had seen countless times on TV. Knock out a guard, put on their uniform, and use it to escape detection while you snoop around. Sunny was more worried about the part that usually followed, when the infiltrator gets detected, and has to fight his way out. Sure, he had is Pokemon, but he didn't know what might await him. He nervously tugged at his uniform. He wasn't sure what the patch on the arm meant, and was concerned someone might notice the hem of his pants wasn't quite right. He was overly worried about the assortment of objects in the pouches, some were surely just trinkets, but others looked like things someone might need to know what they were. Still, he had figured out which card was a key, and which one was ID, and he wasn't eager to find out what would happen if the unconscious guard woke up and reported in. Sunny swallowed his apprehensions, and strode towards the front door, as calmly as he could. He received only a slight nod from the guy at the door, and let go a silent sigh of relief that he wasn't someone important enough to have to improvise.

The inside of the building looked a bit like Sunny expected, modern carpeting and abstract sculptures, and lots of white fixtures everywhere. The front desk had a trio of bored looking people, one surrounded by phones, one failing to disguise his game, and the third just spacing out. The girl with the game briefly registered Sunny, before returning to her distraction. Sunny spied an elevator in the back, and walked in. There was a card-swipe on the inside, and a set of buttons more like a dial-pad than the circular ones he was accustomed to. He nervously punched in "36", and was prompted with a flashing cardswipe. He swiped his key and was met with a buzzer. Sunny's blood ran cold, as he wondered if someone at a desk somewhere had just received an alert. He quickly dialed "22", swiped, and was overjoyed when he heard a "ding", and felt his stomach lurch.

The room Sunny walked into seemed like some sort of recreation room, though nobody was currently in it. Actually, it looked abandoned, as there was a mug emitting steam on a nearby table, and an in-progress game of chess. Sunny was about to turn and leave for another floor, when the elevator dinged behind him. His heart skipped a beat as he jerked halfway around, then tried to salvage the maneuver to be a bit more graceful. As the doors opened, he saw a rather unusual-looking woman behind them. She had obnoxiously styled purple hair, some kind of lab-coat-esque thing that parted at her chest to reveal her chest. Her chest looked like a pair of savage beasts looking to escape their prison, almost as intimidating as that Drampa Sunny had to run from once. She wore a pair of stylized glasses that accentuated her face, though Sunny couldn't quite figure out why. Sunny silently questioned the woman's age, but quickly smothered that thought after an instinctive rush of fear.

The woman smiled as she walked in, and looked around before looking disappointed. "Whenever I show up, this place is empty! I even make an announcement that I will be arriving, why does nobody take their break at this time!" She huffed. She looked back at Sunny, who reflexively flinched. "Well, at least you were kind enough to show up! Now, what should we do!" The woman glided up to Sunny, quickly breaking his comfort zone. As her sweater lightly pressed into him, Sunny felt an odd, cold tightness in his pants. Her expression changed from one of devious intent to one of perplexion. "Wait... I don't recognize you..." She shifted back to her previous expression. "Tell me who you are. Right now."

Sunny felt his blood chill. "I-I, uh. Am, uh. Stewart. Yeah, I'm new, I'm not surprised you don't recognize me." he stammered, praying to whoever might listen that his patch wouldn't betray him.
The woman leaned in closer. "I personally initiate all of our new recruits. I'd know you even better if you were new." She said lowly.
"I-I'm here for that! Um, yeah, I heard the announcement that you'd be here, and didn't know where to find you before, so I came here!" Sunny stammered as he backed away from the warmth pressed around his neck.
The woman switched to a much different expression as she took two steps to Sunny's one. "You came here with what key card, exactly? And whose uniform?" Sunny gulped. "Suddenly the woman held a loose smile. "But then again, mistakes happen. Especially for someone as cute as you" Sunny didn't think the woman could have been any closer, but as the warmth at his chest was overshadowed by an even warmer spot up against his belly, he knew he was mistaken. "Something as young and sweet as you wouldn't have even known something was wrong." She placed one hand on his shoulder. "Any mistakes made by someone like you reflect instead on the ones supposed to instruct you properly" Her other hand rested on Sunny's hip. "And this mistake rests squarely on my shoulders. For starters, you haven't even addressed me properly. You are to refer to me as either Ms. Wicke, or Ma'am. Ideally both." She gazed into Sunny's eyes expectantly.
"Y-yes, Ms. Wicke, ma'am." Sunny's eyes widened as the hand that held his shoulders suddenly pulled him into her suffocating pillows, and the other suddenly gripped his butt. His crotch flexed in reaction.
"Good boy" Wicke said eagerly. "Now let this initiation begin."

Sunny barely had time to process as he was shoved into the couch off to the side, his pants were undone, and pulled down to his knees. Miss Wicke gingerly stroked his wiener through his briefs, and looked straight at Sunny's face with a hungry look in her eyes. "Do you know what is about to happen?" She asked mischievously.
Sunny's mind raced. He knew his wiener sometimes got hard when he looked at a pretty girl, and while there was once a class to learn about private parts, his mom had insisted that he didn't need to take it. But this wasn't quite like when he looked at pretty girls. This felt weirder, and made him light-headed. Nobody had ever touched it before, let alone this. "N-no, ma'am. I don't know what's going on at all."
Miss Wicke's smile widened as she grabbed the waist of Sunny's briefs. "My favorite. Make sure you pay attention."  Sunny felt his face grow hot as his wiener sprung out of his briefs. Miss Wicke cooed "oh, just look at it. So cute, I just wanna kiss it!" She did just that as she gently pushed back the forskin, sending a jolt through Sunny's system, then let it return to its previous position. "And that little tuft of hair, very manly. OH, and those little cuties!" She exclaimed as she cradled his balls. It felt so good, but Sunny was scared. His erect wiener started loosing altitude, and he felt his face start to tense up. He was going to cry in front of someone, and a girl no less, which just made it worsen.
Miss Wicke looked up at him, and her expression immediately softened to one of... Sunny couldn't place it. Reassurance? Concern? It looked like one his mom used to make whenever he got hurt or something. "Don't worry, little boy, don't worry!" she exclaimed as she pulled herself up to his face. "I'm not gonna hurt you, just let Miss Wicke take care of you. You got that, little boy?
"Y-yes ma'am" Sunny choked out.
"Very good boy" Miss Wicke said as she gripped his wiener and locked her lips to his. Sunny didn't know how much time had passed, while Miss Wicke's tongue was in his mouth, and his wiener felt super good. It musn't have been very long though, because when Miss Wicke finally pulled away, she looked at her hand and sighed "Over so soon". She gazed at her hand for a few more moments before her expression brightened. "On the upside, this is probably your first!" she exclaimed as she started licking her fingers. Sunny saw some weird clear stuff on her hand before she had licked it clean and wondered what it was. All he knew was that his crotch felt very good, and very tired. Miss Wicke looked at him and smiled. "But I'm not done, yet." She kissed him again, though she tasted a bit saltier than before, before removing her coat and sweatshirt. Sunny's wiener found a reserve of strength and began returning to duty. He had a memory of what his mom's boobs looked like, and realized that these looked slightly different. As opposed to the rather defined red circles with points in his memory, these were much broader, with softer definition, and more... poofy. Rather unexpectedly, however, Miss Wicke then pulled his shirt off. He began to complain, but was shushed and got another salty kiss.
As her final preparation, Sunny's pants and undies were pulled completely off, and thrown to the side. Miss Wicke looked reassuringly into Sunny's eyes, before gazing at his wiener with hunger in her eyes. Before he could even begin to puzzle out what would happen, she dove into his crotch and had taken him into her mouth. The sensation from before was hurled from his memory, as he felt his wiener melting into her warm, damp mouth. She also began fondling his balls, and giggled when she first touched them. As he lost himself in her, he felt his wiener suddenly go cold, and felt his balls taken in by a similar warmth. However, while she did this, his wiener was not tended to. He puzzled over this, as best he could, until he learned the reason for her hand's absence. She let his balls go, and stood up. Sunny's eyes widened as he saw her uncovered bottom half. He had once spied on a girl peeing, but hadn't gotten a good look at what she had down there. Here, he got a good look for as long as he needed, there was a dense, yet well-defined trapezoid of hair before... mounds. Sunny swallowed. He didn't know what those mounds were, but knew that he needed them.
Miss Wick giggled. "You like what you see? Go on, speak up!"
"Y-yes ma'am. I like it. a lot."
Miss Wicke crossed her arms, making her boobs bounce. "That doesn't sound like you like it very much. If you did, you would have remembered to match my highest expectations. Now again. Do you like it, and what would you like to do with it?"
Sunny thought for a moment before remembering. "Y-yes, Miss Wicke, Ma'am. I like it a lot! I... just want to touch it, or something!"
Miss Wicke smiled. "There we go. A good boy indeed." She grabbed his hand, and pressed it inbetween those mounds, where it was hot and damp. Miss Wicke grunted, and looked into Sunny's eyes. "Okay. Your turn for a while." Before Sunny could ask what that meant, Miss Wicke dropped into Sunny, burying his face in those warm, soft breasts. "Keep fiddling with those fingers" Miss Wicke grunted, before grabbing at Sunny's little balls once more. Sunny set to work fondling, doing his best to concentrate as his balls sent pulses of pleasure through him. Sometime's he'd loose concentration but whenever his hand slowed, a sharp squeeze made him spasm and return to his work. He had a hard time breathing at first, with the pudding-like masses of flesh pressing into his face. He found a way by taking one of the velvety nipples into his mouth, and pulling back, freeing his nose. Every so often the grip his mouth had would be lost, and he'd have to find the nipple again before he suffocated. After a few minutes of this, Miss Wicke began rocking back and forth intensely, overwhelming Sunny's defense against the suffocating pillows. Her grip also tightened on his balls, and a mixed wave of pleasure and pain washed over him, and he yelped a bit as his wiener spat out the same stuff Miss Wicke had commented on earlier.
Miss Wicke looked him softly in the eyes, and apologized, before delivering another, slightly less salty kiss. Sunny gazed at the now dripping mounds his hand was still embedded in, and Miss Wicke giggled. "You still want it, don't you?" Sunny nodded. "Well, okay. Here just move... like, THIS "She huffed as she picked the boy up and dropped him flat on his back on the couch. She climbed up over him shortly after. She looked mischievously down at him. "Do you reeeaaaaly want it?"
"Yes, Miss Wicke, ma'am, I really do!"
She crawled forewards until Sunny was looking directly up at those mounds. They were slightly open now, and he could see a vibrant red filling. A faint, tangy aroma wafted out. He giggled slightly as he saw the butt-hole right behind it. Before he could admire the view any more, Miss Wicke dropped on top of him, with a "Very gooood boy." Sunny was immediately overwhelmed. The smell, the taste, it was all so... invigorating. "Start licking, sucking, and doing whatever you can, boy! Pretend you are trying to deeply kiss that girl you like!" Sunny started, and the response was immediate. Miss Wicke suddenly got heavier, jamming his face even deeper into his hole. She began grinding into him, and he quickly learned to time his breath on her backstroke, as that was the only time he got. He looked further up, and saw the beautiful breasts bouncing above him, and grabbed on to them and began massaging them.
As Sunny lapped away, he felt miss Wicke's thighs slowly begin to tighten around his head, and noticed that the already moist hole was now dripping wet. After a few more minutes, her hands went behind his head, and began pulling him deeper into the warm hole. His window for breath got shorter, and his vision began to narrow. Just a few moments later, Miss Wicke suddenly rotated back and shouted "Suck on that right there, be a good boy!" Sunny saw something like a rounded point, and did as he was told. Immediately, Miss Wicke's thighs squeezed together even harder, so much so that Sunny's head began to hurt.
Miss Wicke shouted, and her gash released a flood of liquid. Between the new position and the fluid, Sunny almost drowned on the spot. Miss Wicke lay atop the boy panting, still lightly grinding for about another minute, before sliding down to his belly. She looked him in the eyes, a mixture of fatigue and glee on her face. "Now this one's for you." She slid back, and held herself over the small penis. "You've already been a good enough boy for this one" She said with a giggle before slipping over it.
Sunny gasped as his wiener entered the warm, wet folds of Miss Wicke. As she bounced, he felt the wind getting knocked out of him with every bounce. Between this and his previous state of oxygen deprivation, everything went dark.
He awoke to the familiar, concerned look of Miss Wicke. She had her arms around his head and was stroking it. "I'm so sorry, little boy. I got carried away. Lets take it a little slower, okay?" She looked into his eyes before giving him another kiss. This time she leaned back and lowered Sunny down her body then pulled him in once he was positioned properly; her warm walls again welcoming his wiener. Sonny once again found himself buried in those breasts, now quite damp and sweaty. Miss Wicke hugged Sunny tightly, and pulled him in with every thrust she made. Sonny tried to keep up, but quickly reached his exhaustion point, and just fell into Miss Wicke's warm, welcoming chest. One of Miss Wicke's hands slowly migrated from its position at his back to its old perch at his balls, and again began kneading them. Sonny lost himself in the hug until a familiar sensation began growing in his wiener. He grunted, and Miss Wicke picked up the pace. As Sonny climaxed, Wicke's grip again tightened slightly on his balls, though nowhere near a tightly as before, and Sonny absolutely gave out, panting and gasping into Miss Wicke.
Miss Wicke grabbed his face, and tilted it up. "Welcome to the Aether Foundation" she said with a tired smile. I think that grunt isn't right for you though." Her smile intensified. "How about my assistant?" Sonny weakly nodded before falling asleep in Miss Wicke's arms.