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"Where? Where am I?" This wasn't home, nor was it a Pokémon Center or the Pokémon League. She was in a bed, covered in a thin blanket and sheet. Dawn looked around, and saw Cynthia reclining in comfy-looking chair, absently reading a book.

"Cynthia? What's going on here?" She was about to rub the sleep from her eyes when she realized something strange.

"Huh? My arms!" When she had attempted to bring up her right hand, her left hand was pulled down and to the left. The opposite happened when she tried her left hand: her right hand was pulled down and to the right by the wrist.

"Oh, good to see you're finally awake. Sorry for the odd arrangements: when I took your Pokémon to the Center to get patched up, you started thrashing like a child possessed. Must be related to that link you have with them. Here, let me untie you." She snapped the book shut and stood, placing the black-bound volume on a pile of folded…

"Um, are those my clothes there? Then what am I—"

"They were really sweaty after fighting the Elite Four and me. I just had them cleaned." The Champion was making the short walk to the bed into quite an affair, taking her own good time to swing her hips as she moved. When she arrived at last, Cynthia took hold of the bed covers in both hands and threw them back in a huge, dramatic show.

Dawn's arms were bound at the wrist as she had suspected, but now she could see her feet were tied at the ankles in the same manner: a single rope looped under the bedframe and tied at both ends. This wasn't the most shocking revelation however.

"Oh my, did I forget to give you something else to wear in the meantime? Silly me." She sat on the bed near Dawn's right foot and started taking in the sights, admittedly not for the first time, but now she had the filtered midday sunlight coming in through the windows to aid in laying all things bare.

Struggling proved futile for Dawn: she couldn't move her arms or legs to provide even a single modicum of decency. She was totally at Cynthia's mercy, and the Champion was taking full advantage of that.

"Oh, stop acting like you don't love the attention, Dawn. When I got your panties off you, I could tell there was something more than sweat coming from between your legs. They were completely soaked, you naughty little girl." Her voice wasn't normal; her words were drawn out and breathy.

"It's not like that! I just, I just really… uh, liked the fight?" Why couldn't she come up with a convincing lie when she needed to more than ever? This was shameful. Cynthia had been like a big sister all through her journey, gently guiding her to become stronger, to keep pushing forward.

"Lying doesn't become you Dawn. I got attached to the sweet, innocent idealist in you, so I want you to be honest with me, alright?" Now it sounded like the normal Cynthia speaking again: a concerned big sister. But the sudden change back made Dawn wonder what was on the Champion's mind.

"Sorry, you're right. I won't lie to you again."

"Good, because I have a question to ask. Dawn, do you like me?"

"What? I… of course I like you. You're really strong and you've helped me—"

"No, Dawn, I'm asking if you like me. Because I. Like. You." The seductive voice was back again.

Cynthia began to absently rub her captive's thigh up and down without ever breaking eye contact. Her yellow eyes dug deep into Dawn, demanding an answer.

But what was that answer? Cynthia had been a guardian angel for so long that it was hard at first to see her as a woman, a woman who seemed to want more than a little sister or mentee. Dawn thought she had been fighting the Elite Four so she could become the Champion, but what if she really wanted to see Cynthia? To show her how strong she had become (not enough, apparently) or perhaps because she wanted to say something to her role model, but couldn't find the words?

But she had the words she needed, and all she had to do was say them.

"I… I… I do." It came out more a squeak than a statement.

"What was that? You need to speak up."

"I do. I… I like you."

A smile. A light, warm, and knowing smile. It cemented Cynthia's status as the most beautiful woman Dawn had ever seen.

"I'm glad to hear you say that, Dawn. Now, how about we get started?"

"Wait, weren't you going to untie me? And what do you mean, 'get started'?"

There was a kittenish look on Cynthia's face as she now straddled the captive girl.
"Actually, I think I rather prefer you this way, and to answer your second question—"

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