Wicke X Fennel

The past year had been rough on Fennel. The plug had been pulled on her dream world research, something about a "lack of server interest" or some jumbo, so she had taken up work at Junipers' place full-time. What should have been a great opportunity to learn from the best had quickly broken down, when she learned Juniper was far more interested in the biology of her trainers than anything Pokemon related. After two months of cleaning up Juniper's mess (sometimes literally), she was "liberated for personal research opportunities" when one of Juniper's little proteges took up a more permanent position as Juniper's "attendant". Following this, she took up a lab assistant position at Sycamore's lab in Kalos.
Unfortunately, Fennel had no better luck there, as even with the mystery of Mega Evolution literally staring them in the face, Sycamore was preoccupied with the sweet things he brought home from the assortment of cafes nightly. Also unfortunately, the walls of Professor Sycamore's were thin, to allow the large equipment that was rarely used to fit. Between Sycamore and his nightly finds, and his two assistants, there was hardly a night she didn't get woken up by sounds. As much as it bothered her, she couldn't help but feel a little jealous. I mean, what did they have that she didn't? She took looks at herself in the mirror, she knew she was hot, at least hotter than some of those hussies the professor brought home. With no small amount of shame, she had occasionally pleasured herself in her room, in rhythm to the sounds from her walls, just so that she wouldn't be the only person in that building not having a good time. Once she tried to go pick up someone from the Cafe herself, but was unable to reason out how the professor was so popular with roller-skating aficionados.
Fennel's sleep schedule caught up with her before too long, and she left the job for an easy one, out in the Alola region. Sun, sand, and a number-crunching job so easy they could probably get a Mankey to do it. Fennel needed to unwind for a while.

The trip had been a bit rough. By raw chance she had been seated next to the restroom on a flight with no fewer than six sets of people committed to the Sky-High club, and she had buried herself in some reading, while absentmindedly massaging herself. She spent the night in a decent hotel, and had a night reminiscent of Sycamore's lab.
The next day, she arrived at her workplace, familiar fatigue clinging to her as usual. It was a fairly nice place, pretty clean. She had yet to see her employer, a Doctor Wicke, and was being shown around by a fellow coworker. She settled in to her job, but the combination of boring paperwork and her own restless night meant that she quickly zoned out. She snapped back in as she felt someone grabbed her chin, and lifted her head.
"Well, well, someone looks like they had a rough night"
Fennel gazed into the spectacled eyes of a woman. A full-figured woman with blue hair, a tacky glasses, and a rather... interesting top that put her tits on display. Fennel briefly thought of her own chest, before refocusing on the situation at hand. "Uh... yeah, I'm sorry. Jet lag, you know."
"Jet lag, huh?" The woman's eyes looked straight into hers. "If you say so." She turned Fennel's face, which made her suddenly aware of the hold the woman had on her. "A cute thing like you might have just been up to no good, though" she said with a smile.
"E-excushe me?" Fennel spat out of her smooshed cheek.
"Oh, forgive me. I have a tendency to just speak my mind! Anyways, I'm Doctor Wicke. Good to meet you, Miss Fennel!"
Fennel's eyes widened, and she straightened out. "I apologize, Doctor. It won't happen again, ma'am."
Wicke's eyes narrowed slightly. "Oh, well someone as polite as you might just be telling the truth, then. It's quite all-right."

Wicke stepped closer to Fennel. "So, how do you like it here? Not just here, but Alola in general."
Fennel turned to the window. "It's really beautiful. I'm looking forward to working here!"
Fennel recoiled slightly as something warm and squishy pressed into her back. "Not as much as I am" Wicke said in a seductive tone. It took Fennel a solid two seconds to process what had just happened. In that time, the warmth and pressure intensified as the doctor pressed more into her. She started to stammer as she turned, but was silenced by a shush from Doctor Wicke. As she did, she pressed her finger into Fennel's lips, where she picked up a familiar, faintly tangy aroma.
Fennel's eyes widened, and her past year rushed back to her. All those nights alone, now this bitch was going to fuck with her? Something in Fennel's mind thunked into place. The same part of her that made her masturbate in the night to the sounds from Sycamore's room, the same part of her that occasionally sniffed the abandoned underwear of Juniper's little toys was now determined that not another day would go by before Fennel finally got some. She wasn't leaving this office unsatisfied. She didn't even like women, especially this tacky bitch, but this was happening right fucking now.
Fennel rushed into Wicke, the woman's eyes widening in shock as she toppled to the ground. She had barely gotten her bearings before Fennel had removed her panties, and was lowering herself onto Wicke's face. Wicke tried to squirm away, but was too late, and Fennel's dripping cunt smashed into her face.
Wicke had teased a number of assistants over the years. Most young men, but also the occasional young women. In that time she had learned a bit about what desperate people look like. But when Wicke grabbed Fennel's thighs, and slid her down in preparation to hurl her off, the look on the poor scientist's face made her stop in her tracks.

Even the most deprived and desperate of Wicke's previous toys had not looked like this. The mixture of anger, sadness, and joy on her face spoke of a young woman who had been on the verge of a breakdown for months. Wicke peered down at the inflamed, tight mounds weeping onto her face, with the cute, loosely maintained patch of pubic hair as an adornment, and briefly wondered if she was the first other person to touch it.
With renewed purpose in her eyes, Wicke set in on the poor, neglected pussy. She did not touch the clit, she would save that for later. Waves of pleasure washed over Fennel's face, too caught up in the moment to realize that her victim was being cooperative. As Fennel came to orgasm, Wicke pushed her onto her back. Fennel's eyes widened in shock as the tables were turned, and started to stutter, but was greeted with another shushing, and another finger at her lips. Wicke undressed them, and held Fennel close. "It's okay, hon. Just let yourself go."

Fennel squeezed her eyes closed, and felt the warm, soft body of Doctor Wicke against hers. She felt the squishy breasts morph around her shoulders, felt the hot and moist pussy against her leg. She grunted as she felt Doctor Wicke's hands, surprisingly strong, squeeze her breasts. She leaned back against her desk, and accepted the kiss. Fennel had never tasted herself before, and was briefly surprised by it. However, she quickly relaxed and just accepted it. She bristled with anticipation as the hands which massaged her breasts moved to pry her thighs apart, and gasped as the Doctor got to work. Her previous experience was instantly overshadowed, as Wicke got in deep with her finger, tracing out various creases and folds. She trembled as the doctor kissed her inner thigh, and nibbled her outer lips. This in turn was overshadowed when Doctor Wicke suddenly and without warning darted to her center. Fennel grabbed for her own breast with one hand, and one of Wicke's bountiful mounds with the other, and kneaded in rhythm to the Doctor's work, or at least attempted to. Fennel started to moan, but then clipped it off in embarrassment. She got the teeniest of nips on the clit and a glare to start her back up again. Not like that was necessary. As Fennel neared her second climax, there was little she could do to hold back even if she wanted to.
Doctor Wicke crawled up to Fennel's face for another sloppy kiss, before cradling the exhausted girl in her arms. She gently stroked Fennel's hair, and held her close. Fennel buried her face in Wicke's chest, and was still massaging one of them. A few minutes passed, and Fennel looked up at Doctor Wicke. "I-I... wanna try you if that's okay."

Wicke squeezed her tight and laughed. "See, I knew you were a polite girl. Fine, here, flip around." A few moments of purposeful spooning later, and Fennel was resting on top of Wicke's warm body, and staring down at her eager cunt. "Whenever you're ready, go for it!" she heard from the vicinity of her own pussy. She barely had time to react before Wicke started in again. Fennel buried herself in Doctor Wicke's folds, she didn't really know what she was doing here. She was overwhelmed by smells and tastes, not to mention her own pleasure, so she clumsily dove in. She tried to come up with a good pattern, but found herself far too distracted to really focus, and continued blindly lapping at it. In a flash she remembered the clit, and was rewarded with a brief pause in Wicke's own efforts and a quick moan. Fennel briefly lost her focus as she came again, and Wicke did not stop. It was nearly a minute before she was able to resume. Wicke had slowed down on her end, and seemed to be holding back for something. Fennel continued to dutifully lap at the Doctor's clit, and probe her folds with her fingers. A few seconds later, Wicke called out "Hold on, and just keep going, no matter what!" Fennel puzzled at this as the warm pillow she was on began to heave. As Fennel realized Wicke was nearing climax, she felt a sudden suction on her clit and her vision narrowed. She started to lightly moan, when she felt something at her rear entrance. She tried to protest, but simply moaned more loudly. As she came, Wicke's finger made its grand entrance, and the combination of the orgasm, the suction, and the something wrong at her butt made everything go dark for a moment. When she came to an instant later, Doctor Wicke had pulled her up to a seated position. After another kiss, she smiled. "I think you've done enough for today. I'll show you the showers so you can get cleaned up and go home."
The two bathed together, though only light teasing was featured. Doctor Wicke had the company van take Fennel to her hotel room that night.. She'd get proper housing by the end of the week.
That night, the neighbors were at it again. Fennel slept like a rock, though.