Pretty Lights

It was a beautiful day in Alola.  You know those ones where the sun isn’t too hot, but the air is warm and the breeze is blowing?  Where the clouds are just that right shape of puffy, and the spraying of seafoam could be smelled from anywhere in the islands?

It was one of THOSE days, and it just so happened to be the favorite kind of day for a single little miss named Wicke.  Not to say she was little, oh no, little is the OPPOSITE of she.  Wicke was volumptuous, curvy and sweet, with a perfect hourglass figure to make all the men forget the time of day with just a passing glance, her booming bosom always seeming to draw the eyes of men, and those legs, smooth, silky, and oh-so alluring for anyone stuck behind her on the sidewalk.

What a strut she had as well, her ample hips swung left to right as her high-heeled white boots click-clacked on the pavement.  Her clothing was chosen in what looked like an attempt at chastity, but in reality just served to accentuate her powerful, feminine form from all angles.  Sweaters are pretty hot after all.  One might take a look at her and think “Hoo boy, I bet she brings all the boys to the yard!”  They would be right, she does, especially considering a certain rapidly expanding collection of her image happening as of now, but, alas, there is one problem with such a bombshell.


She’s absolutely innocent.


No, she’s not the type to go out and tease the boys on the playground, or to strut beside the construction zone in hopes of causing an accident, or to fantasize about some of the more… icky things, like lesbianism (*shudder*).  No, she’s totally straight.  Totally attracted to men only, and has an unfortunately low sex drive.  Fortunately for her viewers at home, we’ve got something that’ll knock your socks off and get your rocks off.


Wicke walked into the Foundation entrance hall with her heels clicking teasingly, bright-eyed and cheery, unlike the menagerie of tired-eyed coworkers who could only envy her enthusiasm for her work.  She said “Hello there!” to one of the newer grunts with a cheery lilt in her voice, obviously excited about how her day was going to go, oblivious to the stares of the men (and some of the women) glued to her backside like flypaper.  She had her day all planned out, first she would get some of her research out of the way after finding out that she was on the verge of a breakthrough with the new Zygarde cells, then she would excuse herself to use the powder room to actually powder her nose, not to… Dispose of refuse, and then she would head back to the lab to see if there was anything left and then she would head back to Lusamine’s office to check for any extra work Lusa may have for her, then she would lead the tour for those kids coming in the afternoon, then she-

“Oof!”  Her reverie was cut short by a sudden collision with another person.  She was so focused on her work that she hadn’t even been aware of her surroundings!  Ooh, Wicke, you have to be more careful…  Remember we talked about not getting caught up in your work so much?  “O-oh I’m so s-sorry!”  Wicke tried her best to make peace with the situation, bowing quickly up and down (after all she found that people seemed to be quite accepting of her mistakes if she bowed in apology, it seemed to work for her a lot), muttering apologies as she did so, but in her haste to apologize she actually forgot the most important thing.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m doing just fine, thank you for asking.”  The man’s rough voice emanated from beyond the inside of her eyelids, after all she had immediately closed her eyes after the accident.  The man cracked his neck like a badass and shook himself out just a bit as Wicke looked on in shock, obviously not knowing how to respond to this.  After a few seconds, Wicke finally got herself in gear and cleared her throat to speak.

“I’m so terribly sorry, mister, I wasn’t watching where I was going!  You said you were okay, didn’t you?”  She eyed him with an expression of concern, like a shoemaker’s apprentice looking up after he had accidentally hammered his master’s hand with one of his tools.  Thankfully this master seemed to have a forgiving side to him, waving his hand in front of her face as if to wave away her worry.

“Listen, it’s completely fine.  You heard what I said, I’m doing alright.  Don’t worry about it, just keep doing whatever you were doing before I got here, and just forget about me, alright?”  The nice man started trotting off in the same direction Wicke had come from, but she wasn’t about to accept that yet.

“Wait, Mister!”  Her hand made its way to the man’s shoulder, stopping him in his tracks, and she felt him tense up.  “Look, I’m sorry about all that, it just doesn’t feel right for me to let a stranger be hurt by me, and it’s… well it’s technically against the law of the Foundation to assault someone, so, if you want to file a complaint against me, make sure you know my name is Wicke.”  Her face fell as she told him this, she just KNEW that she had to get reprimanded for such a breach in conduct.  What she didn’t notice, however, was the man’s shoulder relaxing as she talked, but once again stiffen as she finished.

“Hold on a minute,” piped up the gravelly voice again.  Wicke looked back up at the man with sad eyes.  “Did you just say your name was Wicke?”  She sniffled a bit, but nodded.  She just knew it, her career was over.  Oh she just KNEW something like this would come someday!  Why did she have to be so clumsy?  Now her career is- “Oh thank Dialga,” said the man again.  He wrested her hand off of his shoulder and spun around with a smile on his face, “I was actually on my way to find you!”

Wicke’s thoughts stalled for a moment.  A split second ago her career was on the line, but now her assaultee was thanking her?  “Um, w-why were you looking for me?”  Wicke asked the man, totally unsure of what his motivations were.

The man sighed and bent down to eye level with Wicke, about a four-inch difference, and clasped her on the shoulders.  “Look, Wicke, you’re not in trouble, your career is fine.  I’m just a new member of the Foundation who got regulated to the new “Training” sector, and you were one of the first on the list for the procedure.”  The man wiped her eyes, now no longer actively crying, but the tears that had built up were now just streaming out.  After a few seconds of consolation and a hug, Wicke was released from the man’s grasp.

A minute later or so, both of them were walking in the same direction Wicke was travelling to in the first place, and she was laughing jovially.  She learned this nice young man was named Guzma, which she just found to be the bee’s knees for one reason or another.  If you saw them walking you would easily notice Guzma’s general distaste for his name being scoffed at, but Wicke’s eyes were closed in a fit of giggles.  A few minutes later, the laughter had finally subsided into casual conversation.  Guzma was quite knowledgeable about the building already, which impressed Wicke, but a certain question popped into her head, after she realized she had forgotten it in her stress.  She suddenly cleared her voice and regained her composure, some of her lost professionalism returning to her tone.

“Excuse me, Mr. Guzma, but I haven’t heard of this new Training sector, what is it?”

He noticed the switch in her voice too, so he followed suit, clearing his throat and trying to do away with the normal gruffness in his voice.  This was when he had to be careful.  “Well, Miss. Wicke, your superior, Mr. Faba, was accepting applications for a new sector he was going to open up in order to improve efficiency.  There’s apparently a workflow issue when it comes to training new members of the Aether Foundation so he asked for some extra help in doing so.”  Wicke nodded as he was speaking.  As much as she may have appeared a dunce in that earlier squabble, she’s really just quite flighty, as she’s highly knowledgeable about the inner workings of how the foundation was run.  She should’ve noticed that issue with their training policies, it always mucked up someone’s schedule for a few days.  It’s a good thing Faba took initiative, this was a quite elegant solution.

“Oh, okay, that sounds very useful.  I was thinking it had to do with Pokemon Trainers at first!”  She chuckled daintily, but her professional tone never faltered.  “But if I may ask again,” She turned to Guzma with a quizzical expression on her face, “how come you were looking for me first?”

Guzma grinned, “Well since you’re the assistant branch chief, he told me over holo caster to come show you the training videos he had developed in Kanto for new members of the Foundation to see if they meet your standards.  He thought they were quite good, but since you’re the one working with the lower ranked members most of the time, Faba said your word on these would be a bit more important than his.”

Wicke blushed, it wasn’t very often she was complimented by a superior other than Lusamine from time to time, even indirectly.  Guzma’s flattery worked like a charm.  “Oh, that’s so sweet of him!  I’m more than happy to help, my research can be put on hold for now.”

Guzma grinned with a slightly more sinister gleam in his eye, but Wicke thankfully rounded a corner before she could notice.  “Oh he said you would be.”  ‘Especially after the videos I’ll show you over the next couple days…  I can’t believe this is working so well!’  Guzma thought to himself.  Obviously he thought it to himself though, he’s not an idiot as to spout out his plans.  He loved to think he was better than cartoon villains like that.

“Oh, he knows me so well!”  She whispered.  ‘It’s nice to finally be recognized for something I do well, instead of just seeing me as the klutz I can be sometimes.’  In reality no one thought of Wicke as a klutz at all, and if they did it was only after making a depraved Lopunny comparison in their sickly-wired minds.  “So,” she began again, turning her gaze back to the trailing Guzma, “Where should we start watching the videos?”  She asked him.

His eyes turned upward in a thoughtful pose, genuinely wondering where she wouldn’t be disturbed.  “Well, Faba told me that you shouldn’t show the videos to anyone until you’ve approved the whole set, so is there a place you can watch the first one where you won’t get bothered?”  There’s got to be one somewhere in this place, she should know WAY more nooks and crannies than he would.

Her eyes turned upward in a similarly thoughtful pose, patting her lip with her index finger to complete the look.  After a few seconds, she shrugged.  “I mean, my main office is off limits,” she jabbed a thumb behind her at the darker tunnel down the way with far fewer grunts than the already low number of grunts out in the open.  Guzma leaned around her to take a look, noting the decently low number of visitors it appeared to have.

“Uh, yeah, I guess that would work, Miss. Wicke.  Do you have any other questions before I tell you what Faba said about these videos?”  Wicke shook her head daintily.  “Alright, now let’s go over to your office.”

Wicke led the black and white-haired young man down the darker hall, into a smaller one lines with pink lights on the ceiling.  Guzma looked around and whispered, “There’s no one else around here, correct?”

“No, not that I can see.”

“Okay good.  Now, let me get this out here…”  Guzma reached into one of the pockets of the white uniform he stole and pulled out a flash drive.  “Okay, so Faba told me that the best way to learn from this set of videos is to watch one a day, and then watch, listen to, or read any supplementary material in between the daily videos.  There’re about 5 or 6 main ones in all and a few sections of audio tracks and videos to watch as well.  Apparently,” Guzma shrugged at this part, “you’re encouraged to watch or listen to the supplementary material as much as possible between the main videos, I don’t know quite how in depth he’s talking here, but hey, I was just instructed to start handing these out if you approve of the program by the end of the week.  Sound good?”

It sounded quite complex to Wicke, personally she’d cut it down to just the 5 videos, but Faba’s been at this for longer than she, he probably knows best about this.  Hopefully she could talk to him directly after his trip to Kanto to research that ‘dimensional anomaly’ near Cinnabar about this personally instead of just getting his orders indirectly.  But, hey, she was a trusting person, and Guzma had shown himself to be quite knowledgeable in the Foundation, Faba must have picked him.  “Alright, I think I can do that.  Should I record my findings after each video?”

The very slight beard on Guzma’s chin was scratched in thought, “He did say that, you’re right.  Once you’re done with each main video, I’ll be around and you relay the info to me so I can relay it to Mr. Faba, think you can handle this, Miss Wicke?”

“Of course I can, Guzma!”  She tousled his hair in response, a pretty funny sight to see, now Guzma’s hair was gray!  She giggled at his deadpan expression and plucked the flash drive from his hand, stuffing it in the first pocket of her uniform.  “Did he talk about anything else?”

“Not that I can think of at the moment.  I’ll be waiting outside for you to finish the first one today since we’re already here, I’ll tell you where to find me next time after you relay the info.  Is that understood?”

“Clear as crystal, captain.”  Saluting, she entered the passcode to her private office, turned the keylight green and slipped inside.  She typed in the key on the pad inside to lock the door again with her inside.  The door whirred, beginning to slide shut again.  She smiled as the outside light gradually narrowed on her face, waving back at Guzma before the door clamped shut again.  The light on the keypads blinked red once again, and Wicke turned around towards her computer.
Guzma groaned.  FINALLY that was over with, he didn’t expect this whole ordeal to last for too long, he thought she would be on board immediately. He sighed in relief, it was nice to finally be able to bend into that comfortable slouch again.  Man, he hadn’t stood up straight for that long since Trainer’s school.  Whatever the case, he puffed out some air and slid down the wall into a sitting position, a great smile gradually growing on his face.  He had done it, Plumeria’s plan to intercept Faba’s emails with her Dedenne’s whiskers had worked like a charm, and now he only had to wait a little longer before Wicke would come out changed, his little movie star Blinky would make sure of that.  His head tilted down towards his wrist, a skull-shaped watch concealed under the glove he wore.

“Fantastic, now I just gotta stay out of sight until she finishes the video, then I can head back home.”  He set his watch for a half-hour and settled up against the wall.  It wouldn’t be too long now.


Wicke hummed slightly as she inserted the flashdrive into her computer, starting it up with a quick flick of the panel.  She was still amazed at how fast these things had become in her lifetime, they used to be these bulky boxes used only to store Pokemon, but now that innovator Bill in Kanto had done so much more with it.  Now it could be used for video, music, communication if you had no holo caster, and all sorts of wonderful functions.  She almost forgot her duties the day she unboxed it for the first time.  That same familiar jingle chirped clearly to her ears as the screen lit up a bright blue.  A little Metagross logo in the corner came into view just as the icons on the screen blinked into existence once again.

“Alrighty then, let’s see here…”  her fingers flew over the keyboard, cueing up the video file viewer in a flash.  It opened a little slower than her other programs, but it was a bit older, after all.  The new Pokestar Media Player was a bit more expensive than she would’ve liked, and it’s not like she was a huge movie buff anyway.  “Okay there, that’s up, and now..” She daintily picked out the flashdrive contents, noting that the only file inside was a zipped folder.  Odd, Faba usually didn’t zip his files since he wasn’t super good with these new computers.  Wicke clasped her hands, maybe he finally learned how to work them!  As she started the extraction, all she could think about was how relieved she was that Faba wouldn’t need to call her up to his computer every time he had to send an email any more.  She didn’t notice that the files had finished until it automatically started playing.

“Oh, well that’s handy.”  She remarked.  She closed down the file explorer and fullscreened the video, hearing a tinny tone to the music; was this how it’s supposed to sound?  She got her answer immediately when the white text flashed on screen.

“Wicke,” it read, “This is Faba.  I’m sorry about the sound here, but something got a little messed up while editing this video, I recommend you wear headphones to listen to this one, all the others ended up just fine.  That way it’ll sound as intended, so pause it until you get some.  We can re-edit this one when I return from Kanto, have a good time!”  Now that was strange.  She tried to turn up the sound on her speakers but it still sounded tinny and distant.  Wicke frowned at this issue, but shrugged it off as she stood up to grab the earbuds from her desk.  The crappy black ones that were issued to people throughout the foundation wouldn’t fit over her head, what with her hair sticking out as it was, so Wicke always resorted to using these smaller in-ear monitors instead.  She liked how they blocked out any outside noise like earplugs.  The gray nub of the IEMs pressed into her ear, filling her head with silence.  Satisfied with their position, she smiled and plugged them into the box on her desk, playing the video just for a moment and-

“AAGH!”  Wicke cried out in pain, the volume was still all the way up!  Frantically pausing the video she ripped the earbuds out with a popping noise.  Arceus almighty it was like an Exploud decided to set up shop next door.  With her ears slightly ringing, and a dull headache settling in from the noise, she scowled and actively lowered the volume as much as she could.  After setting it near zero, she played the video again, slowly ramping up the music to an agreeable level.  It seemed this video was about a half hour long, so she wanted to be comfortable while watching.  She sunk herself back into her computer chair.   Once she was settled in, she huffed, finally ready to watch the darn thing.  Wicke reached over and clicked the video.

After a few seconds of that soft music being played over the black screen with Faba’s message, it faded out, making way for a soft swelling tone of sounds, this must be the intro sequence.  A cute graphic of an Inkay floating around a logo cut in, the muffled “Kays” of the Pokemon caused Wicke to smile.  She liked Inkays, she thought they were adorable, it was just too bad they evolved into such menacing creatures, otherwise she might have considered raising one.  The logo flashed in time with Inkay’s lights as well, synced with the music.  She thought that was just smart.  After what seemed like a few seconds, the intro faded away, cutting to a video of Faba in the middle of the main hall of the Aether Foundation building.

“Hello, new trainee!”  the Faba onscreen waved to Wicke, prompting her to wave back, smiling.  “I’m sure you’re quite excited to grab a seat at the table of the Aether Foundation.  After all, you probably wouldn’t be here if not for that.”  Faba chuckled.  Wicke noticed that there was a slight flicker to the video, however, as if it was filmed on tape.  She thought about why that was until it clicked, “Faba was basing the video off of old video tapes of training videos.  That realization made her giggle.  “Oh good old Faba, still a fan of the grainy look, aren’t you?”

“Now, today we’re going to be talking about one of the most important aspects of the Foundation, the aspect of courtesy-“ Wicke was enjoying this more static-y, oldschool style of video, it’s like she was using an old Teachy TV.  She blinked each time the video cut slightly, looking like Faba was shown twice for a split second on screen, a subtle jagged line of black static bolting around and dividing her attention for a moment, before returning to normal.  A common element of old film.  She smiled when it formed back into a single person.  “-offering a hand to visitors as well as staff is just common decency.  Eye contact is important, make sure to pay attention to whatever they have to say and-“  Another burst of static divided the screen, causing Wicke to blink again as it did so.  “Remember, eye contact is incredibly important, try not to blink so much.  Maybe that’s not a huge problem for you but I know some people who blink a whole lot when they talk to me, and it feels downright disrespectful.  So, in any case-“  Another burst cut the video in half again, saturating the screen with a small sprinkle of static.  Wicke tried not to blink like Faba was saying but something about the bursts felt hard on the eyes.  She removed her glasses for a moment and rubbed her eyes.  He had returned to the screen again in a new location when she put them back on.  Oh crap, looks like she forgot to pay attention.

“-like what I was saying, help your visitors by sucking the confusion from their visit right out of their day by being polite and-“ Static blared again for a split second, Wicke didn’t blink this time.  Good for her.  “-offering your hand to visitors.”  Wicke smiled, the editing trip-ups were actually a little enjoyable.  She found joy trying to keep her eyes open while the bursts kicked in, it was like a little challenge.  But she had to focus on his words instead of the effects to make it work, and so far, it was.  “Now, the next section is for you to watch this clip on how a normal workday would look like.  Now pay attention, and don’t blink!”  He pointed towards the camera sternly, Wicke giggled.  She wouldn’t.

The screen blacked out for a brief moment, showing a few people in the white uniform of grunt members, a man and a woman.  Both of them looked young, they were attractive too.  He looked young, with sweeping dark hair and a broad set of shoulders.  She was young as well, slightly curvier than the average girl but nothing to drop dead at.  Her lips were stained pink and she wore some thick rimmed glasses, similar to Wicke’s, but she didn’t register that detail aside from the thought ‘she has glasses’.  They looked to be talking about something, but Wicke couldn’t hear what they were saying, they were too quiet.  Suddenly the bottom of the screen burst in static, forcing the couple’s image up as a second image forced its way from the bottom.  It was a bit odd, that last bit of static looked like a slightly different color than the usual faire with these cuts, but Wicke didn’t catch exactly what was off as the video continued to play, wresting her attention from the static cut.  The couple were speaking loudly now.  “Why do you think that woman left, Courtney?” asked the man.

“I don’t know, but it may have been about how she didn’t want to bend over and-“ Another static burst filled the screen, something once again off about the bottom of the screen, but it was less noticeable now.  Wicke thought she saw something through the static, like a different scene getting patched through, but it was too hard to make out.  Courtney reverted back to the clear image, “I mean, that’s what we were trained for, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, I’m surprised she was so opposed to it…”  Wicke wondered what she had declined.  If she were the woman they were talking about she would’ve accepted immediately.  “Well, there’s no need to get hung up about it, Courtney.  After all, we should always be grateful no matter what and-“ Static again.  Now the bottom looked normal.  Wicke smiled after that.  “-pay attention to the needs of visitors.  I guess she just didn’t want that now.”

“Oh well, Danny.”  The girl giggled, Wicke kept staring.  “Now, let’s go back to the lab and-“ The next static burst reflected in Wicke’s wide, green eyes for about a second.  The bottom section looked normal again, but the normal section now looked a different color.  The whole video returned to normal but that different shade stayed true to the rest of the screen.  She wondered why that was.  “-don’t you think that’s what we should do, Danny?”

“Oh absolutely, courtesy is-” Flash again.  This time the static fazed her less, she’d gotten used to it, even if it lasted for a little longer than before.  She took in the gradually changing video, not realizing she’d begun to focus more on watching those murky effects and the new scene gradually phasing in with each burst of static.  It was like a bad tape had been recorded with two scenes at the same time.  She bit her lip unconsciously as she observed the ‘normal day’ of these coworkers before the static-covered scenes made way for the originals again.  “-far more useful towards others than with yourself.  You can be courteous to yourself but it’s much more-“ Flash.  The screen kept shifting, like another video made of water had been overlaid on top of Danny and Courtney.  Wicke stopped trying to actively focus on either layer now, the bottom layer was more interesting anyway since it looked just like that other scene that seemed to be getting patched through the static.  The top layer just seemed like some odd lighting effects.   Wicke watched with full attention on the images in the bottom layer as they played out for about five seconds this time before returning to the original scene, her large glasses reflecting the image of Courtney taking Danny’s thick cock all the way into her mouth before it cut back to the talking scene.

This went on for a while, Wicke really enjoyed the second scene play out in gradually longer and clearer intervals, watching Courtney bending over and politely asking Danny to take her, the bursts of static timing themselves with Danny’s thrusts.  A small string of drool seeped out from her partially open lips, running down to her chin and dripping onto her sweater.  Her panties had also begun to soak through, a small stream of unfelt arousal running out in a steady but minimal flow.  The light effects from the Inkay in the top layer of the video slowly fading in throughout the whole thing.  Wicke continued watching with wide eyes, the images of Courtney getting rammed reflecting off of her glassy green pools as she took in the video mindlessly.  She sat there, enraptured, for fifteen minutes or so as the Inkay light footage gradually overtook the rest of the video, whiting out the rest of her thoughts.  The moans and smacks from the original video faded out with the same speed as the video’s visuals did as well, replaced with a rising deep thrumming in her ears.  After a few minutes of waiting here, Wicke began to hear whispers forming from the fog in her mind, all speaking at once and at different speeds.

“You enjoy watching Inkay’s lights, you find them relaxing.  You will forget this videos contents, but you will remember enjoying it thoroughly.  You will watch the supplementary video before you go to bed to train your dreams.  Guzma is always trustworthy.  You will watch the second video tomorrow to train yourself.  You will always use headphones to train yourself. These videos always feel very short.  You will never pay attention to the length of any video, audio, or reading you are linked from here.  You enjoy watching Inkay’s lights…”

The whispers repeated in quick fashion, mixed around and blending together as though they spun through her head like a storm.   They continued to fill up her head in this fashion, acting as if the words were a steady supply of helium in a party balloon.  “You enjoy watching Inkay’s lights…”  She felt dizzy, sinking deeper into the chair for support and locking her eyes in the center of the swirling lights so she wouldn’t somehow fall over.  “You will forget this video’s contents…”  her eyes beginning to roll up as the aural onslaught continued, filling her head up to the breaking point, how much more could she take?  “Guzma is always trustworthy…”  Wicke let out a groan, her head beginning to hurt, the whispers increasing in volume and number substantially, filling her up, and up, and up, and…

“WAKE UP.”

The balloon popped and the helium escaped.

Wicke opened her eyes, blinking hard.  Goodness she had a headache…  She pressed her hand to her temple, wincing as she applied some pressure to the area.  Man, why didn’t she nip this thing in the bud earlier?  It was like a hangover, if only she-

“So, I hope this has been a wonderful training session for you!”  Wicke jolted and blinked again, focusing back on the screen on her desk.  Faba’s image was standing there, holding up his hand in farewell.  Oh…  Oh, right, the training video.  She forgot about it for a moment there.  “After all, if it hasn’t, I’m not so sure you’re going to like the next few days!”  His image erupted in a fit of guffaws, it was a real knee-slapper, that one.  “Now, take care of yourself for tomorrow!  Farewell, new members, and welcome to the Aether Foundation.”

The screen flickered and paused, cuing up the option to replay or exit the video.  Wicke still wasn’t quite all there yet, her head hurt, and she hadn’t remembered to take notes while watching.  Whatever the case, what she remembered, she liked, so she smiled and wrested herself out of her comfy chair to click out of the Smeargle Movie Maker/Player.  That was a very good start to these videos!  “If the rest are as enjoyable as that one was, I’ll have to tell Faba to give HIMSELF a raise!”  She giggled, opening her drawer for a bottle of painkillers, and popped a few in her mouth before following up with a swig from a nearby water bottle.  That should help out that pressure in her head.  Now, it was time to go do work.  Thankfully that video hadn’t taken up much of her day, so she could still go out to do her research, talk to Lusamine, tour with thos- “Eek!”  Her thoughts were interrupted when she unlocked the door to her office and was greeted by a scowling face up towards her own.  She took an involuntary step back before realizing it was just that young man from before.  She sighed and grinned sheepishly once Guzma started talking again.

“Well dang, that took a little longer than I thought.  The video was only a half hour, what took you so long?”  Wicke’s face contorted into a puzzled one, it had been a half hour?  It only felt like ten minutes or so.

“Oh, that’s very odd, Mr. Guzma.  But, I did have a few issues getting it to work at the beginning and I needed a small breather after it had finished, so…  I guess that was the extra time?”  She shrugged obliviously, causing him to shrug in kind after a re-evaluation of her image.  He sighed as he spoke.

“Well, alright then.  Guess that’s about it.  How did you like the video, Miss Wicke? Did it meet all your standards?”

“Oh yes, yes!”  She nodded enthusiastically, her bushel of hair bouncing back and forth like a tree’s crown of leaves in a storm.  “I thought it was more than enjoyable for everyone who watches it.”

Guzma’s face lightened up at the news, “Oh that’s great!  I’ll inform Mr. Faba straight away.  Now, tomorrow, I want you to find me on the top floor of the building in the morning, Mr. Faba said that was to become the Training sector since there’s nothing really up there as of now.  That way you can tell me when you intend to start watching the video so I can come down with you to your office.  Understood?"

Wicke smiled widely and nodded approvingly.  That plan made perfect sense to her, she didn't know why she didn't suggest it before he did, it was so obvious.  “Okie-dokie, I’ll meet up with you early in the morning and have you wait outside my room for me to finish.  Have a nice day, Mr. Guzma, thank you so much for your courtesy!”  She waved and walked back towards the rest of the facility, away from her office.  Guzma waved back with a similar expression on his face, which morphed back into a sneer as he watched her swinging hips bounce and shake from afar.  He held his watch up to his face and pressed two buttons at once.

“Note, replace her supplementary video for tonight with the ‘Courtesy Definition’ video, I don’t think she learned what courtesy means from Video 1 even if she was given multiple examples.  Make sure the next version of Video 1 covers courtesy and how to show it more heavily, we need their members to get it all from the start.”  He unclicked his fingers from the buttons, stopping the transmission.  Plumeria was listening on the other end, sending an affirmative beep from to his watch to signify she had gotten the transmission.

Guzma grinned, the plan was going well, that Wicke woman had forgotten all about what the video had contained, meaning those tricks he learned from that red guy with the Malamar while he was vacationing in Kalos actually worked, and he couldn’t be any more excited.  She didn’t know it, but he was going to be having a lot of fun with her over the next few weeks.

All Wicke knew was that somehow her panties had gotten a bit wet at some point, and she'd have to change at some point.  How embarrassing!



TUNE IN TOMORROW FOR THE NEXT EXCITING INSTALLMENT OF "WHEN CAN I FAP STOP FUCKING STRINGING IT OUT ALREADY AND JUST MAKE HER FUCK A LITTLE BOY ALREADY JESUS CHRIST"