My Pokémon Life as an Eldritch Abomination 3.5

       Interlude: Crazy Hot

Her eyes moved quickly across the screen as she looked for anything interesting in today’s reports. Nothing. The same as every day.

Lusamine eventually looked away with a sigh, nails tapping lightly against the wood. It hardly surprised her that they were still no closer to locating UB-06 Doppelgänger, its capabilities perfectly suited to not being found; it was the stall everywhere else that was less than welcome.

Her rebellious children had only seen fit to add to her troubles, though at least Gladion had the temperance not to abscond with the centerpiece of their research into Ultra Space.

A frown took her lips as she broke a nail, though she swiftly put it out of mind.

Could they not see the urgency? That they did not have the luxury of time? With their father returned to them, the Aether Foundation would be able to continue with its noble work with a renewed zeal, not this half life.

She flicked her messages away as she stood. Assistant Branch Manager Wicke might have kept implying she had made no progress, but perhaps it was time she took matters into her own hands again.

Though first she signed her approval for Faba’s plan. While she doubted UB-06 Doppelgänger would be such easy prey for UB-02 Beauty, there was still some merit to the plan.

Her heels clicked against the polished floor until she stood outside the unassuming lab. The door quickly fled from her path as she stalked inside.

“President Lusamine,” Wicke quickly greeted her, nails biting nervously into her palms. “I sent my report last night.”

“I had just finished reading it,” she cooly replied. “All these months and we still have nothing to show for it?”

“Not nothing. We have discovered that—”

“Nothing that is of any importance.” Lusamine’s eyes bore down into her subordinate’s, the woman’s cow breasts heaving with every stuttered breath. “We were already aware that Ultra Beasts have broken all the maxims of Pokémon reproduction. I had hoped UB-06 Doppelgänger would prove different, accounting for its unmistakable reproductive instincts.”

“We have not been able to test every Egg Group considering our… limited supply,” Wicke started with red cheeks, “but none of those we tested showed any activity when introduced to the… material.”

Lusamine circled around, looming over her from behind. “Then how would you explain those instincts, Assistant Branch Chief?”

She felt a tremor from the stockier woman as she touched her shoulders, smoothing out the white shawl that partly covered her pink sweater.

“I think it is as you first assumed. Exceptional mimicry and nothing more.”

“For what purpose? Why indulge us if it sought only to deceive us?”

“He m-might have been toying with us for his amusement?” There was a faint treble to her words.

“You don’t believe that yourself, Assistant Branch Chief.”

A quiet fell over the lab, at least until Lusamine unclasped the shawl, drawing a whimper as she pushed her fingers into the thick sweater, feeling the doughy flesh underneath it.

“Why, I suspect it might have even wanted to impress us as potential mates. It was hardly in the interests of deception for it to show off its strength and ability so eagerly.”

“You might be r-right,” The shorter woman squeaked out as a pair of hands pushed themselves under her sweater. “Could he have been telling the truth?”

“It was trying to put us more at ease, trying to seem more sympathetic. And it seems to have worked wonders,” Lusamine husked into her ear. “Something tells me you wouldn’t have protested overmuch if I told you to lie back and spread your legs for UB-06 Doppelgänger.”

“P-President… I…”

“Shhh…” she hushed as she pinched and pulled at nipples like mountain peaks. It was a wonder the Assistant Branch Chief had no children herself. “I have been following your reports very closely. You suspected the gametes themselves were capable of changing, just like UB-06 Doppelgänger.”

“It is possible,” Wicke breathed out.

“Then is it not also possible that the gametes it released were not to reproduce with other Pokémon but with us two?”

“I had the same t-thought… the similarities are remarkable, but the implications…”

“Groundbreaking, yes. More than even the Aether Foundation’s research into Ultra Space.”

“I was thinking deeply unethical…”

Lusamine sighed at the dull words. “You disappoint me, Assistant Branch Chief. We stand on the cusp of the greatest discovery since the Poké Ball.”

Wicke put a stop to Lusamine’s wandering hands, turning her head to try and meet her eyes.” “What are you saying? We would be lucky to even find a volunteer.”

“We have two potential volunteers in this very room. We’re also the most likely to be successful, for was UB-06 Doppelgänger not fixated on us? You could secure your name in history, Assistant Branch Chief.”

For a moment she wondered if she had been successful, a thoughtful, almost ambitious expression taking her. But then her subordinate shook her head and pulled away.

“We cannot undertake such action unilaterally. Even if we are successful…”

They already disapproved of her work, just as they had disapproved of Mohn’s work. Thinking of her husband again tore at her heart unpleasantly.

“Can’t we? Alola does not even have a Pokémon League, busybodies that they are.”

“That does not make it right,” Wicke argued, her jaw set..

“Then it can't be helped. I will again have to dirty my own hands.” Lusamine returned a serene smile at the disbelieving look sent her way. “Retrieve the sample, Assistant Branch Chief.”

“President, the risks, most of all to your—”

“I am not the first to take such a risk. Proceed.”

Her insides squirmed at the very thought, but she quickly marshaled her resolve. She could imagine it now, a child that could open the way to Ultra Space for all of them.

Wicke returned with a nervous frown, a small container that was unpleasant to look upon with it being black as any material she had ever seen, even artificial.

She could still see uncertainty behind her Assistant Branch Chief’s glasses, but not rebellion. Lusamine unclipped her skirt dismissively as she seated a chair not unlike a throne. “Administer it.”

Some red on her cheeks, Wicke lowered herself to her knees, her shawl still abandoned and her sweater rumpled.

It had been long enough that even this much was enough to get Lusamine’s heart thumping louder. Or perhaps that was the momentousness of the moment.

Her nails pulled at the cornflower yellow curls above her weeping sex playfully as she waited for her subordinate to get on with it. “I’m not as much a delicate flower as I seem. Use your fingers.”

Her hands pausing on an implement, Wicke’s cheeks reddened further. “Yes, Madam President.”

Lusamine leaned back with a satisfied smile as nervous hands touched her slender thighs, staring down at her subordinate imperiously. The cloying musk she knew was UB-06 Doppelgänger’s assailed her senses when the container was opened. That it was still just as potent months down the line was certainly impressive.

Most would say a Pokémon suited so perfectly for infiltrating their society was a frightening prospect, but they lacked vision. A Pokémon was still a Pokémon. It could be learned from. Tamed. Used to all their benefit.

A groan eagerly left her lips as two fingers entered her, bringing some of UB-06 Doppelgänger with them.

“Deeper,” she husked. “Be thorough.”

Her nails tickled Wicke’s cheek as she continued. Loyalty was a fine wine.

There was a nagging at the back of her thoughts that Mohn would disapprove of what she was doing, but she was well practiced at ignoring it. Lusamine would happily hear him out once he was returned to them, but until then…

Mmph. Her head was feeling hot, and the more of UB-06 Doppelgänger that her subordinate placed inside her, the more she felt its movements, circling closer to her womb. Her intuition hadn’t failed her.

“Quicker.”

The Assistant Branch Chief obliged her, a satisfying schlick, schlick, schlick filling the air, UB-06 Doppelgänger’s musk mixing with her own, and even something of the woman beneath her.

Her nails bit into the armrests of her makeshift throne as her climax struck her strongly, her legs trapping the nervous fingers inside her as she gave a low moan. Delightful.

Her eyes closed as she struggled to remain seated. When she dared to open them again, Wicke had fallen back on her rear, staring at her hand slick with womanly essence but otherwise unblemished. All of UB-06 Doppelgänger had chosen to stay with her.

And she could feel it. Her insides squirmed in an altogether different way as her womb was conquered.

The squirming slowly ebbed as she stood on unsteady heels. A smile stretched across her lips as she looked at her belly.

“It has taken to me like a fish to water.” The satisfaction cut through her voice as Wicke stared up at her with her glasses slightly askew.

While Lusamine would still see to it that her daughter and the Cosmog she had stolen away with were returned to her in a timely manner, she now possessed an alternative in her belly. Who would have dared to go as far as she has?

She laughed, high and loud.

AN: Surprise. Lusamine has been a busy, busy bee.

AN2: You can also thank the frog for the commission. It's rare I have the free time to take them, but this one just fit right into things.