Honesty

Author's Notes: This Yoshimo Studios spin off takes place after chapters 6 and 12 of Imasuky Lomae's long running Pokemon yuri fic, "After Hours."

Barbara hesitated, her arm halfway towards the door to the of the Battle Pike.

She still worked there, usually doing janitorial duties, ever since she resigned from her position as Lucy's right hand, thus giving her more time with Flannery, her lover of 4 weeks. She figured this would be the best way for her to get over her feelings for Lucy, while still maintaining amicable relations with her, and all the others who worked there. There was only one small problem: four weeks later, Barbara was still pining for the Pike Queen deep in her heart.

She thought she pretty much convinced herself to give up when she went on DJ Mary's perverted, yet, highly addictive, radio program, and told the story of her hook up with the Lavaridge Gym Leader. It might have even worked, had Whitney not asked that one, and, upon reflection, inevitable question: “Do you still have feelings for Lucy?”

That had stunned her, but to avoid dead air, Barbara said the first thing that came to her mind: she always would. She then tried to bluff, saying that, at this point, her feelings for Flannery were stronger, and that seemed enough to satisfy Whitney, and the listeners at home, but that answer always haunted Barbara. Sure, the bluff wasn't a complete lie; her feelings for Flannery were very strong, to the point where, even if things did work out between Barbara and Lucy, she couldn't imagine that life without Flannery involved somehow. But, the part about them being stronger than how she felt for Lucy...that was a bit of a stretch. It was more on part of trying to convince herself, and the Pike Queen.

“Maybe,” she had thought, “saying those words would bury things between Lucy and I, forever.” It certainly looked that way before she went on that show; Lucy seemed very understanding when Barbara asked to take on lighter duties, and the promotion of one of the other girls was actually rather painless. The new girl also had a dyed in the wool crush on the Pyramid King, Brandon, so Lucy wouldn't have to worry about her assistant falling head over heels for her. Again. Which was nice.

In spite of all that, though, Barbara still had that uncomfortable feeling whenever she came in for work, taking great efforts to avoid Lucy. That usually only lasted for a few hours each day before some awkward conversation would ensue. Being a few days since her appearance on DJ Mary's show, though, Barbara was convinced things would only get more uncomfortable.

Taking a deep breath, Barbara entered the Battle Pike, taking quick steps to the cleaning closet. “So long as I can get through today without seeing--” she tried to calm herself.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a panicked whimpering, as a young teen and his Quilava made tracks past Barbara, spinning the girl right round. Hot on the boy's trail was Lucy, still in her “battle mode.” She stopped at the door, shaking her raised fist at the trainer she had apparently ground into the dirt. “You'd better run, kid!” she called after him. Giving a triumphant laugh, Lucy shut the entrance to the Pike, shaking her head in amusement. “Haa...good kid. Really lousy trainer.” Her chuckling stopped when she looked up, catching eyes with Barbara.

There was a stunned silence between them. Just a few feet down the hall, one of the worker girls dropped a sewing pin. Barbara's was the first to break eye contact, giving a deadpan, aside glance. “Well, that was quick,” she muttered to herself.

“Barbara,” Lucy called out, breaking the silence between them, “about--”

Barbara immediately turned her back on Lucy, and continued on her way. “Barbara!”

“Cleaning duty!”

Lucy tried to reach out for Barbara, but stopped herself, watching the blonde run off. She looked in her direction, almost dejected, before shaking her head, face steeled in determination.
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Barbara gave a sad sigh, running down the hall before the gym arena, wet cloth in hand, giving the floors a good old temple style cleaning. She was trying to engorge herself in her work. After this, she could get in contact with Flannery, maybe arrange another short vacation, maybe some soothing sex (if the way they did it could be called soothing) to take her mind off the--

A loud war cry interrupted Barbara's work. Looking up at the direction of the “Wa-taaaa!” resulted in Barbara getting a face full of Lucy, the two rolling across the ground and into the arena in a tackle. Upon stopping, Lucy was straddling Barbara, pinning her down. Barbara was not entirely pleased.

“You were WAITING for the right time to do that, weren't you?” she asked, after a second of regaining her composure. “When a tackle would lead us right through the door.”

“Took several passes for me to get the timing right in my head,” Lucy answered with a smirk.

Not finding this amusing, Barbara turned her eyes away from Lucy, her face still pointing forwards. She struggled to get out from under the strong Pike Queen. Lucy dropped her smirk, and squeezed Barbara's shoulder. With a squeak, the blonde looked up at her fantasy girl.

“Barbara, I'm sorry, but I have to know. When you went on DJ Mary's show...” Barbara's eyes widened. This...was pretty much what she knew was coming, but that didn't mean she was ready for it. “What you said at the end...and, well, at the beginning...you really have a crush on me, don't you?”

At this, Barbara shook her head. Lucy's expression turned to confusion, before she made an “Oh” on her lips in realization, nodding her head. “Right, bigger. But, that's what you feel, honestly, right?” Now, Barbara nodded.

“Okay, now, big question...at the very end of the show, when you said your feelings for Flannery were stronger still...is that also true?”

Barbara tried to stare down Lucy, in spite of her position underneath the stronger woman's body. She then broke the look, staring down their bodies, just trying to hide her eyes. She also bit her lower lip, struggling back from say something.

“Okay,” Lucy thought to herself. “Either she's trying not to say Yes and spare my feelings as if mine were the issue here, or she's stopping herself from saying No because...of Flannery? Because of Cynthia? Because of me? What?”

“Barbara, please, you want us to stay in good relations, I want us to stay in good relations, but we can't have that if we have this eating away at us! Have you seen me in the matches? Have you seen yourself while you were on cleaning duty? You've got a loving girlfriend, and yet you look like a total wreck! Barbara, please...”

The blonde right-hand-lady-turned-janitor continued with her refusal to speak, although now she was trying (and failing) to fight back tears. “When you said that you still loved me, even having something permanent with Flannery, did you mean that?”

For another half minute, no words were spoken, only now Barbara choked out a few sobs.

“Barbara!” Lucy barked. “It's only fair to me, to Flannery, to yourself, if you're honest about this! Tell me, please...how--”

“I still love you!” Barbara finally burst out, tears now uninhibited from staiing her cheeks. “Flannery, I do love her. I can't imagine my life without her. It would be bizarre, alien. But you...” She broke for a few seconds to just sob, before continuing. “Oh God, Lucy, without you...without you in it, my life would be empty, even with Flannery! I need you, Lucy! I'll always need you!”

Her voice getting quieter, Barbara continued, turning her head away from her beloved boss. “We can't, though. You have Cynthia, now. I can't...I can't get between you two like that. You really do deserve each other.”

Lucy stared down at Barbara, mouth agape. Her grip on her shoulders loosened, and now Barbara had managed to get her arms free, although she didn't do much with it, what with still being straddled by the Pike Queen. A minute passed, as Lucy (and Barbara herself) processed what she just said.

Lucy then smiled a tender smile, and lightly pushed at Barbara's cheek with a closed hand. “Spaz...” she cooed.

Barbara turned her head, and stared straight at Lucy, infuriated. “Spaz!? Spaz!? I'm in love with a woman who already has someone else in her life and all you can say to me is that I'm--”

“You know what? You're right. I've been very insensitive this past month.” Lucy adjusted her seat, still straddling Barbara, and continued. “I should've known how you'd take my going on DJ Mary's show and talking about my night with Cynthia...without telling you first. Jeez, and we shared everything up until that point.”

Barbara's anger completely vanished, instead replaced by confusion and embarrassment. She had a feeling she knew where this was going.

“Barbara, I want you to understand, but you were not my greatest right hand back when you had that position. You handled all the business activities well, but you were hotheaded, and you weren't the best trainer after me. You were in the top ten, sure, but not the top five. You know why I made you my right hand, then?”

“Lucy...”

Putting a hand on Barbara's forehead, Lucy's smile shined brighter. “Because of that bond we shared, one stronger than even the most friendly of sisters. Because...” Lucy choked out an emotional laugh. “I love you too, Barbara. I always did. I just...I just wish we could've shared that sooner.”

Barbara's face felt like it was on fire. In fact, everything from the gut and up felt like it was burning u—everything from the knees and up felt like it was burning up, now that she considered the woman she loved, and who loved her back, was sitting on her waist. “And Cynthia and the...” She squinted her eyes at this, trying to convey Lucy's strong affinity for all things squinty-eyed.

Lucy sighed a content sigh, and put a hand to her head. “Ah, well, the eye thing, that's more of a fetish than something ideal to a lover. Heck, Cynthia was the best I've ever had, and she's got eyes as open as your's.”

Barbara's lips turned to an embarrassed smile, and nodded.

“And Cynthia herself...oh, Barbara, I wish you could've met her the way I did. I honestly wanted to be your first. Please believe me on that--”

(“Yeah, you wouldn't have been my first even if the Cynthia and Flannery thing never happened.”)

“What?”

“What?”

Lucy shook her head. “Anyway, Cynthia...well, that woman asks for sex, you can't say no. Besides, if you heard me explain on Mary's show, you'd recall that Cynthia isn't a one woman kind of girl. So...there's no reason her lover has to be, either, right? I know, I know, it's a pathetic defence, but, really, it is like that.”

“No, no...I believe you there,” Barbara nodded. “I uh...probably would've done the same.” She blushed intently, and added, “I kinda wish I met her, too.”

Lucy giggled, and pressed a finger to Barbara's nose. “She would've loved you. She actually called me after your show on DJ Mary's. She was actually pretty torn about it, saying she blamed herself, calling herself a home wrecker...after she calmed down, we chatted a bit, and she mentioned your's was one of her favourite stories once you two started making out in the hot springs.”

“Oh, stop. ...I should call her, let her know I don't bare any ill will or anything...” Barbara felt a finger to her lips, and looked up to Lucy, whose smile took a seductive turn.

“That can wait. Right now...about our anguished declarations of love...you seem pretty savvy, Barbara; what comes next?”

Barbara grinned. “If I have a say in it...”
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With a thud, the door to Lucy's room flew open, and the two girls quickly strode in. Not removing her lips from her lover's, Lucy dropped Barbara on her bed, pressing down on her, breast to breast, knee to knee, crotch to crotch.

Barbara wrestled her mouth away, squealing in delight to the sensations Lucy inspired in her. Lucy gave a fake “Oooh” in mock disappointment that the kiss was broken, and instead started to play with the button fly on Barbara's shorts. “You know, all things considered, maybe looking back to your time with Flannery for inspiration might be the best option here.”

Barbara smirked, and leaned back. “So, what, you're going to stuff my panties in my mouth? Go for it, I wore a pair today that have a delicious flavor when wet.”

“No, no, what I meant was...” Lucy then stepped off the bed, and removed her shirt and her bra, and wriggled her pants off her waist. As her pants slid down and hit the floor, leaving Lucy to stand tall wearing only her long gloves, her long heels, and her panties. so to did Barbara's jaw. “First, the shorts,” Lucy ordered. They were gone before she could blink. “...?”

“That's pretty much the first thing Flannery says whenever we have our love making sessions,” Barbara explained.

Lucy's lips curled to a grin. “I like it. Now then, the shirt...but leave your jacket on.”

Barbara blinked in confusion, but then began work on the task given to her. After a bit of struggling, she finally lifted her shirt off her body, and adjusted the jacket back in alignment with herself. Lucy cooed, and leaned forward, stroking Barbara's sides. “Makes you think back on the robes, hmm, Barbara?”

Barbara breathed in sharply, and nodded, eyes closed tight. She then felt finger tips push against her lips, forcing her mouth open. “Now, take my gloves off. Without your hands.” Barbara looked up at Lucy, but then put on her own seductive airs, licking at the gloved hand, fellating each finger, before finally biting down on the index, middle, and ring fingers all together. After tugging a bit, she finally got the tips of the arm length glove in her mouth, and pulled it off her beloved's hand.

She only got a few more licks and kisses in to Lucy's exposed hand, before the other one, still gloved, suddenly clamped against her mouth. “Mmmnnn!”

“Now this one.” Lucy unclenched, and moved her fingers to mimic what her other hand did before. Barbara began the process anew, repeating her sensual sucking, licking, and biting, before slowly tugging this glove off. She deposited it into Lucy's waiting hand, still keeping her arms to her sides.

Once Lucy was holding both her gloves in her hand, she inched forward, leading Barbara to press her back against the head of the bed. Without a word, Lucy leaned in, and gave Barbara another open mouthed kiss. Familiar with this, Barbara lifted her arms up, and held them together. This allowed Lucy to reach up, and use her long gloves as a makeshift binder, pinning the two wrists together.

Lucy then put one hand on Barbara's shoulder, the other under her chin, as she broke the kiss, and smiled at her tied up lover. Barbara smiled back at Lucy, and pitifully inched forward, trying to kiss her again. Lucy giggled, and shook her head, running the hand under Barbara's chin down her neck, and across her breasts.

Barbara let out a gasp, which was Lucy's cue. She then swept her hand back and forth between Barbara's breasts, before settling on one, and tweaking its nipple quite roughly. Barbara only got out a half second scream, before Lucy clamped her lips over her's again. Moaning and crying out into her lover's mouth, Barbara squirmed as Lucy continued to roughly play with her breasts, tweaking and pinching her nipples, squeezing and teasing the round beauties.

Finally, Lucy moved her hand down even further, snaking towards the blonde's panties. Barbara squealed once more into Lucy's mouth, as her hand went underneath the fabric, her fingers finding their way to her twitching and hard clit.

Lucy removed herself from the kiss, and looked at Barbara's face as she began to play with her clit and her labia. Barbara groaned and moaned, thrashing her head from side to side, eyes clamped shut. To make things complete, Lucy moved her head to Barbara's breasts, and began kissing the sore mounds. After coating each tit with a fine layer of saliva, and letting each nipple know she loved them both equally, Barbara's thrashing body finally bucked Lucy's head off her chest, her pussy lips and muscles clamping down on Lucy's fingers. Barbara mewled deeply as she came, her hips twitching throughout her orgasm.

When she finally came down, Lucy helped Barbara rest against the mattress, bringing her arms down to behind her back, where blood started to flow to them easily again. She looked down, as she saw Lucy pry her wet panties off of her lover, and bring it to her nose. She took a deep waft of it, and even licked at it. “Wow. It is a delicious pair.”

Barbara smirked with pride, before opening her mouth, ready to have the pair shoved in. Surprisingly, Lucy carefully folded it up and put it on the bedside dresser, before pulling down her own panties. Feeling them all over, Lucy nodded, and crawled up along Barbara's side, deliberately dragging her pussy along Barbara's leg. She could feel that Lucy was fairly soaked down there.

“I just want to let you know how wet you make me,” she taunted, before pinching at Barbara's cheeks. Now she shoved a pair of wadded up panties into Barbara's mouth, only her own instead of the blonde's, which was a first for her.

Smiling at the mmphs and hrrmphs and hnnnnhs that escaped from behind the gag, Lucy then lowered herself down her lover, dragging her tongue the whole way, shaking her body lightly by grabbing her jacket and pulling each end side to side, before she reached Barbara's still quivering muff. With gusto, she plunged her tongue deep into the glistening mound.

Barbara's eyes snapped wide open, a scream of surprise and elation escaping from her gagged mouth, as Lucy carefully and lovingly glided her tongue this way and that, touching all around the inside of Barbara's pussy. Twitching her legs, trying to release some pent up arousal, Barbara settled on just stretching out and arching her back whenever a jolt of pleasure hit her hard.

So when Lucy pulled out mid arch, Barbara groaned in disappointment behind her gag, confused about why Lucy had stopped. The Pike Queen put on a seductive face, and stroked her chin with her hand.

“Now, how best to claim you as my own?” she asked. She stroked Barbara's mound again, and even reached behind her, and traced around her asshole. “I assume Flannery already made you cum from doing you here and here, with her tongue, her hands, her own pussy, and all manner of toys.”

Barbara nodded, and Lucy's smile turned to a grin. “But I'll bet she never did this...” With that, she lifted one of Barbara's legs, and slowly placed herself so that her mound was docked against Barbara's. With a push, Barbara let out a mewl of delight, and Lucy gave a groan of arousal as well.

Lucy began to hump and grind against Barbara, groaning as she tried to get everything in position. Barbara had already twisted herself into a position where her clit was touching against Lucy's, so that was one problem down. Now, Lucy had snaked her hands into the centre point of the two. Carefully, she used one hand to fold back the lips of her pussy, while using her other hand to do the same to Barbara. Everything ready, all she could do was hope she could keep this up until they both...

Fortunately, that wouldn't be much longer. From Barbara's pre-aroused state from Lucy eating her out, to the built up arousal Lucy gained fucking Barbara, the two were on the verge of release shortly after they began scissoring. Throwing back her head, Lucy let out a deep groan from the back of her throat, as she struggled to keep her hands and fingers in place.

Barbara, meanwhile, continued to thrash and spasm on the bed, unable to properly aid her release with her hands or her legs, leaving only her continued grinding against Lucy to be her release. As she orgasmed, she could feel warmer than she ever felt inside, as fluids mixed, and even entered where pussy walls would've dammed them.

After a near minute of spectacular orgasms, Lucy finally pulled herself out from their position, and crawled back up Barbara, whose chest was heaving from the absolutely euphoric time. She undid the gloves binding her wrists, and tossed aside the panty gag. “So, how did I taste?”

“Pretty much like I imagined you would,” Barbara answered. She nuzzled herself against Lucy's breasts. “I could...I could feel your juices enter me during that.”

“The same thing happened to me. Now you've got a bit of me inside you, and...” Lucy brushed Barbara's cheek. “I've got a bit of you.”

Barbara stared up at Lucy, tears welled up in her eyes, grinning like a schoolgirl. She had to say something, anything, but nothing seemed to encompass what she was feeling right now. I love you certainly wasn't going to cut it. She was shouting that on their way to the bedroom. Maybe that line she heard in that foreign flick one of the girls bought a few months ago, the one with the romantic two girl friendship...

“Onee-sama...” she breathed out.

Lucy smiled ear to ear. “Did you see that movie, too? God, I loved it!”

“Onee-sama...”

Lucy's smile shrunk to a smaller, more loving size. There really wasn't much you could add to that, so she settled for the simpler response. She kissed Barbara once again, hands in her hair and on her back. Barbara returned in kind.
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“...After that, we both took a quick nap, and I went to call Cynthia, talk about the whole mess.” Barbara scratched her cheek and her blush, which was dispelling after the raunchy story, came back in full force. “We uh...after we were assured there wasn't even a hatchet to bury between us, we kinda, um, engaged in a bit of phone sex. And by a bit, I mean that added an extra twenty minutes to the ca--th...that's not important.”

A giggle came up from the circle of girls around Barbara. “So, after that, Ms Lucy rehired you as her right hand?” one of them asked.

Barbara nodded. “Yes. The other girl she had taking care of my duties while we had that month of awkwardness was given permission to change Frontiers. She's working for Brandon, now, and she wished us happiness before she left.” She batted a few bangs aside. “We didn't need to be told that.”

A gasp went up from the circle, as one of the girls fainted, her eyes spinning behind her glasses, drool escaping from her agape mouth, and her sketch book fallen to the ground. “What just happened?” Barbara asked, running to the girl's side, and lifting her shoulders.

“Oh, she shipped you and the boss ever since you became her right hand lady. She even shipped the two of you after the boss went on the air with DJ Mary,” one of the girls explained.

“She actually predicted this is how it would all turn out after your show,” another added. “She must've gone into a happy shock when her OTP went canon.”

“Can you really call this canon?” Barbara muttered under her breath.

“So, had did Flannery take this?”

Barbara snapped back to attention. “Pardon?”

“Flannery. How'd she take to you hooking up with the boss?”
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“Wait, what?” Barbara asked, flabbergasted.

“You heard me clearly, honey,” Flannery repeated in a hurried tone. “I'm catching the next flight over, and I'm going to get horizontal on the both of you!”

“I'm, uh...I'm glad you're taking this so well, darling.”

“Hey, which gag do you prefer, the pink plastic one, or the red rubber one?”

“Well, I think I look better in the pink.”

“And you do.”

“But maybe you should bring both. I can only imagine how hot onee-sama would be, gagged, and you, yourself, wear the red one like a comfortable sock.”

“Aww, you're sweet. And the vibrating buds. Three of them should be enough, right?”

Barbara's cheeks grew surprisingly hot. “I uh...sure?”

“Alright! Listen, honey, I gotta pack. I'll see you both real soon? Okay, love you lots, Barb.”
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“She's very supportive.”