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                The sun rose over the grassy fields and acres of corn. The warm glow seeped through Cecelia’s window and down onto her naked butt. She was only wearing a t-shirt and was sleeping on her face, her ass pointed to the sky. He peachy cheeks and wide hips glowed in the light. The thin, pink, delicate folds of her pussy glistened under her asshole. Lanky and tall, she hugged her pillow with her slender arms and sighed blissfully at the sun gently toasting her softest most private parts.

                Outside the window, the pokémon in Cecelia's large backyard started to wake up. Pachirisu skittered out of their holes high in the trees and bounded up the tree branches. Goomy crawled their gummy purple bodies over dew-covered flowers and weeds. Starly flew overhead through the crisp morning air.

                Cecelia and her mother lived just outside of Bristol Town, only a couple of miles from the main road that ran through the town’s square and stretched out into the rest of the Valspar region.

                And then the alarm clock rang.

                The beeping alarm clock on Cecelia's bedside table sounded like a screaming siren, but she didn't move. Instead, she scratched absently at her butt with her left hand. One of the three pokéballs next to the alarm clock, however, rattled with frustration before bursting open with a flash of light.

                Cecelia's Poliwag stood on the bed next to her head and frowned at her with disappointment. It smacked the alarm clock with its tail, shutting it off. Then, it waddled over to the foot of the bed, to Cecelia's pert, upturned butt.

                Poliwag swung its paddle-like tail back, taking aim...

                SMACCKK

                "EEE!"

                Cecelia jumped to her feet, grabbing at her throbbing ass, and in the process, bumping her head on the low ceiling with a thud.

                "UGGHHH!" she groaned, her eyes watering. She crumpled to a little ball on the bed, left hand on her butt, right hand on her head, shuddering with pain, her buttcheeks glowing bright red, but very much awake.

***

                Dressed in her sweater and jeans, Cecelia slowly, painfully, lowered her butt down at the kitchen table. She winced sharply.

                “Oh! Good to see you’re up! Wouldn’t want to miss the big day!~” Cecelia’s mother said in a sing song voice while she set the eggs and pancakes down on the table. Chugging down orange juice, Cecelia nodded.

                Cecelia’s mom sat down at the table with a glowing smile. She was so petite that she was barely able to see over the table’s edge. She watched Cecelia chop her pancakes up with a fork and knife and destroy them with syrup. Her smile turned sad.

                “It feels like it was just yesterday… You were running around the fields with the bug pokémon you caught in our backyard, surprising trainers, starting fights. My little bug catcher girl…”

                Cecelia frowned with embarrassment. She looked up from the pancakes for just a second.

                “That was, like, 11 years ago, mom.”

                Her mother nodded. “I know, I know… You’re nineteen now…”

                They sat in silence. On the floor, a Goomy slowly crawled towards Cecelia’s leg. It bumped against her, headbutting her gently but demandingly.

                She bent, down, picked it up, and set it on the table. The Goomy opened its mouth, stretching it as wide as possible. Cecelia picked up a wedge of pancakes with her fork and fed it to the little snail dragon.

                “You spoil that thing…” her mother said.

                Goomy opened its mouth for another serving. Its tiny eyes were glazed over in pancake bliss.

                “It’s okay. It’s just a baby,” Cecelia said.

                Her mom got up and started moving dishes into the sink. Then, with her back towards her, she said, “Cecelia? Are you sure you want to do this?”

                Cecelia frowned. Goomy stared at her, its mouth still open. Its eyebrows knitted together with impatience.

                “I do well at the local tournaments,” Cecelia said. “I’m the best in this town. Easily, the best in this town. I think it’s time to see how I’d do if I actually competed in the Valspar Pokémon League.”

                Cecelia’s mom said something, softly, that Cecelia couldn’t hear. She shoved another pancake wedge into Goomy’s mouth, and while it was chewing, she pulled a pokéball out of her pocket and returned the tiny snail into it.

                Cecelia walked over to her mom and hugged her from behind.

                “Mom, it’s going to be okay- this is like one of the few things that I know I’m good at.”

                Her mom smiled.

                “You’ve grown up so much!”

                She pointed to Cecelia’s slender chest. “Now, if you can only do some more growing around here!”

                Cecelia sighed. “I don’t think they’re going to grow anymore, mom…”

***

                Cecelia walked down main street. The fall breeze shook her tangled, frizzy, shoulder length hair. The street was lined with fast food restaurants and small businesses. It was still early, so only a few cars sped down the street’s six lanes. Down a small side street was the Pokémon Lab.

                The small, rectangular building it looked more like a clinic or a dentist’s office than a laboratory; it was the only one in town.

                The parking lot was empty. Smiling with excitement, Cecelia ran up to the front door.

                She yanked on it. It didn’t move. Was she early?

                She peered inside through the windows. The lobby was pitch black. She looked at the sign. The lab should have been open an hour ago.

                With glowing confusion and concern, Cecelia yanked at the door again. The door opened slightly and in between the door and the doorframe was some kind of gray sticky substance. Like putty or calking.

                Cecelia pushed, stretching, and tugging the webs apart, opening the door just wide enough so she could slip inside.

                Her footsteps echoed across the linoleum floor.

                “Professor Burgandy! It’s Cecelia! I’m here to register for the Pokémon League!”

                There was no answer from the darkness. Cecelia pulled out her phone and turned on the light.

                She gasped. The ceiling and walls of the lobby were coated with globby spiderwebs that extended down the hall into the rest of the building.

                Heart beating, she crept forward. Something skittered in the darkness. She whirled, but nothing was there.

                Down the hall, the globs of spiderwebs dripped onto the floor. Cecelia stepped around the dripping goo. Nervousness growing, Cecelia reached for the pokéballs strapped to her belt. Her hand was interrupted by a muffled yelp.

                “MpphMMnn!”

                Cecelia shone her phone upward and gasped. Hanging from the ceiling, was a lab assistant. She was struggling against the spiderwebs and moaning with pain. Her hands and legs were bound, and she was suspending from the ceiling by a long, thick strand of string attached to her panties. The purple cottony material was shoved up her buttcrack in a slicing wedgie. Her skirt had ridden up and her large pale buttcheeks shown like a miniature moon in the darkness of the hallway.

                Cecelia swallowed, transfixed by the wiggling butt. She was so mesmerized that she almost didn’t see the large spider, a spinarak, climb out of the webbing on the woman’s back and onto her buttcheeks.

                Her eyes darted backward as, suddenly, the sounds of multiple spinarak crawling across the ceiling and walls behind her became louder and louder.

                Cecelia leapt forward toward the woman, barely dodging a spinarak descending from its spider strand like a missile from the ceiling, aiming for the waistband of her jeans.

                It instead grabbed at the cuff of her pantleg and with surprising strength lifted Cecelia up toward the ceiling.

                “HEY!” Cecelia shouted. She struggled upside down to reach for her pokéballs. Her pants shifted, tugged upward by her weight, pulling them halfway off her hips, exposing her pink panties, and pulling her pokéballs farther away from her grasping hands.

                A third spinarak descended from the ceiling, looming toward her.

                Meanwhile, the spinarak on the suspended lab assistant chomped its little pincer fangs into the squishy flesh of her wedgied ass.

                “MMPHHHNNG!” she squealed, a shrill high-pitched scream as her buttcheeks jiggled in terror.

                Upside down, Cecelia took a deep, horny, shameful breath. “Holy shit that’s hot,” she thought before returning to reaching for her pokéballs.

                Her pants slipped further and further. Her face was turning red with the excursion of her upside down, straining crunches, bending her body up against gravity and her own weight, stretching her fingertips before finally, her middle finger just barely tapped the button on the second ball.

                The pokéball opened with a flash and the light that escaped from it changed shape, becoming a Murkrow.

                “MKRROWW!” it screeched, flapping in mid-air.

                The spinarak hissed in fear and started to skitter away. The one holding Cecelia’s pants dropped her, making her fall to the floor onto her ass.

                Cecelia grabbed her butt in pain.

                “Murkrow! Get them!”

                The crow pokémon flew forward with startling speed, it pecked the second and then then the third spinarak out of the air and they landed onto the floor with thuds, unconscious.

                Cecelia rose to her feet, adjusting her pants.

                “Use gust!” she shouted.

                Murkrow flapped its wings, sending waves of powerful wind into the small hallway. The spinarak on the lab assistant’s butt grabbed onto the cheeks with its pincers against the gale force winds but flew off with a small “SKREeee!” of panic and smacked against the wall. The lab assistant bobbed in the wind in a horrific bouncing wedgie digging deeper and deeper into her ass and crotch. The spiderweb strands holding her up became thinner and strained.

                “MMNGnNNN!” she screamed through her gag.

                Cecelia rushed forward. “I’ve got you!”

                The lab assistant, a chubbier woman, collapsed onto Cecelia with a thud that shook the building.

                Cecelia was crushed under her weight with the lab assistant’s ass over her face. The jiggling cheeks filled her whole vision; Cecelia turned bright tomato red, and a line of blood dribbled out of her nose toward her drooling lip.

                The lab assistant seemed to be unaware of her compromising position and Cecelia’s horny stare. She ripped the spiderweb off her mouth and gasped.

                “She has the professor!”

                Cecelia craned her neck, trying to see around the lab assistant ass to speak to her face, but failing.

                “Who has the professor?”

***

                Team Rocket member Annabelle stamped her heel against the floor. She was over six feet tall in her heels. Her long legs slender were wrapped in a tight miniskirt. Her enormous, almost ridiculous boobs were bound together in a black tube top adorned with red “R”. Her long blond hair was twisted into enormous drill pigtails that hung down on either side of her head, so long they almost reached her waist. She stood over Professor Burgandy, whose hands were bound and was sitting on the floor.

                They were in the main research lab, a large room about the size of an auditorium. Equipment and machines buzzed against the walls. A sleeping abra sat in an office chair in front of one of the machines. On the far wall were shelves that normally housed the spare Pokémon of the trainers of Bristol town, but they were completely empty.

                “What did you do to the pokémon?” the professor asked. His voice wavered. He was young for a professor, barely thirty. He was tanned with a short buzzcut. His face was unkempt and stubbly. His lab coat had been confiscated and he was wearing button-down shirt and slacks.

                Annabelle sneered. “Don’t you worry about that. Where’s the tablet?”

                “t-The tablet?”

                Annabelle stepped forward. Her stiletto landed dangerously close to the Professor’s crotch.

                “Don’t play dumb. You’re very bad at it. The tablet they found Suiboku City. I know they sent it here.”

                The professor pursed both his lips together, saying nothing.

                Annabelle smiled.

                “Not going to talk? Fine. I’m the spider queen of Team Rocket! I have ways of making men talk.”

                “Number 3!” she shouted.

                A spinarak dove from the ceiling. Before the professor could react, it grabbed the waistband of briefs and yanked two feet into the air.

                “YeeEE-OWWww!” The Professor yelped. His knees flailed in the air, struggling against the wedgie-ing jaws of the spider pokémon.

                “Ready to talk?” Annabelle said. She paced around the room.

                “n-Never!” the Professor gasped. But his voice was becoming higher-pitched and strained by the slicing pressure riding up his ass and his own briefs tightening around crotch.

                Annabelle picked up the sleeping abra and pet it.

                “You just have to hand it over and we’ll teleport right out of here, but if you don’t want to…. Number 3! Bounce him!”
                The spinarak bounced on its spider strand, yanking Professor Burgandy up and down with vicious intensity. His eyes crossed and his knees knocked together, his testicles squeezed with each tug while the red cotton scrapped against his clenching, frightened buttcheeks.

                “eeEEeeee…” he whimpered through clenched teeth, but he said nothing.

                Annabelle put the abra down.
                “Still not talking?”
                The professor shook his head. His face was turning a greenish shade.

                Annabelle hooked her hands on the professor’s slacks. He had only a half second to process before she pulled them down to his ankles. The professor’s tanned skinny legs wiggled in the air. His red briefs were slicing into his pert buttcheeks and were so tight around his large swollen dick and balls that nothing about their shape was left to the imagination.

                “w-Wait…” The Professor gasped.

                Annabelle leaned forward and lifted her boobs up and together, cupping them in the tube top from below. She pressed the sea of soft cleavage up and onto his dick, massaging the fabric-coated member.

                “You wanna talk now?”

                “no-OHhOHHH!” The Professor moaned, eyes rolling back, humiliated and aroused against his will.

                From a nearby air vent Cecelia and her poliwag watched through the slats. Cecelia was bright red. A handkerchief was pressed to her bleeding nose, and she was panting horny steam out of her mouth.

                “Maybe- maybe we should give her a minute?” Cecelia said.

                Poliwag glared up at her disapprovingly.

                Cecelia sighed and kicked the air vent open. The metal covering clanged to the floor and Poliwag bounced out to the rescue. Cecelia crawled out after it. Annabelle pulled her boobs away from the professor’s wedgied cock.

                “Number 3! Attack!” she shouted.

                The spinarak dropped Professor Burgandy and leapt at Cecelia, hissing as it flew through the air.

                Poor Professor Burgandy landed spread-legged right on his balls, let out a tremendous “OugGhh” of pain with his eyes bulging, and collapsed onto his side, unconscious.

                Cecelia glared at the leaping spider but didn’t flinch. Poliwag jumped up into the air in front of Cecelia and smacked the little spider pokémon out of the air with one powerful strike of its tail. Number 3 fell to the floor unconscious.

                Annabelle looked at the situation, at Cecelia, at her defeated spinarak, at the poliwag slapping its tail angrily against the ground…

                She turned and ran in the opposite direction like a streak of lightning toward the sleeping abra.

                “SORRY!” Cecelia shouted. She jumped forward and stepped on the back of Number 3, squishing it under her ankle boot. The spinarak squealed in shock and pain but vomited a stream of spiderweb that splattered against Annabelle’s ankles, binding them together.

                “WHOOaaH!” Annabelle yelped as she crashed to the ground.

                Annabelle struggled against the floor. Her miniskirt rode up, exposing her thong clad, delicious buttcheeks.

                “ABRA!” she shouted, but the little psychic pokémon was snoring in the chair.

                Cecelia stood over the team rocket member, hands on her hips.

                “What’s going on here!?”

                “the pokémon…” Professor Burgandy gasped. He tried to sit up, clutching at his balls. “She took the pokémon…” He fell forward onto his face with a thud.

                “They’re Team Rocket’s pokémon, now!” Annabelle shouted from the floor. “ABRA! WAKE UP! YOU STUPID THING!”

                Abra snored.

                Bristling with rage, Poliwag swung his tail like a paddle against Annabelle’s ass.

                “OW!”

                Cecelia wobbled on her feet, trying to ignore the almost electric arousal and spreading throughout her body and the dripping dampness between her legs. She stared at the swelling buttcheeks of the gorgeous defeated woman at her feet.

                “POLIWAG USE DOUBLE SLAP!” she commanded.

                Poliwag swung his tail over and over. The asscheeks swell and shook and clapped against each other, and Anabelle bit her lip. Her face turned red, and she broke out in a sweat under the merciless spanking tail of justice.

                SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

                “h-Ha! You call that spanking!” she said, struggling. “You’ll never get those pokémon back!”

                “The pokémon?” Cecelia asked. She slowly came to her senses. “That’s right...! …the pokémon… Poliwag! Double slap harder!”

                “P-LEEE!” Poliwag shouted. Its tail moved faster and faster. It was a blur of motion, a dozen tails slapping and assaulting Annabelle’s butt. Annabelle whimpered, barely holding on, but Poliwag was sweating, losing stamina.

                “You can do it Poliwag!” Cecelia shouted.

                Poliwag’s eyes glowed. It slapped faster and faster. The glow spread throughout its body, covering it, and then the body began to change, growing larger, the tail disappearing, but replaced by boxing glove shaped hands.

                Cecelia beamed with joy and pride.

                “Poli-WHIRL?!”

                The newly evolved frog-like pokémon slammed its boxing glove hands together.

                “PLLRRRLL!” it gurgled.

                Annabelle turned pale. Her legs shook. “Oh noooo…”

                WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM

                Poliwhirl’s hands slapped with new strength, powerful, brutal swings that made Annabelle’s whole body shudder. A thousand hands seemed to swing through the air, each one dealing horrific, thunderous ass pain. Her buttcheeks, sore from before, stung and burned and wailed in agony.

                “AAAIIIEEEEEEE!!!” she screamed,, losing all control.

                WHAM WHAM WHAM

                “FINE! FINE! YOU WIN! NUMBER 5! NUMBER 5!”

                Poliwhirl stopped as an unseen fifth spinarak descended from the ceiling. It held a big sack of pokéballs in its mouth. Cecelia picked up the sack and held it in her arms. Annabelle, meanwhile, was a trembling wreck on the ground. She grabbed at her red swollen ass in despair.

                On the chair, the abra finally stirred and woke up. The psychic pokémon stretched, yawned, and it, Annabelle, and her spinarak disappeared, teleported away.

                Cecelia set the bulging sack of pokéballs on the ground. She knelt down near the professor.

                “Are you okay…?”

                Professor Burgandy’s voice was muffled because his face was smushed against the floor.

                “I’m fine, just give me a minute…”

***

                Professor Burgandy sat at his desk. His legs were spread open, and an icepack was sitting on the crotch of his slacks. He typed Cecelia’s information into his pc. He pressed a button, and a card exited the slot. He handed it to Cecelia, who was bouncing with excitement.

                “Your registration card. This card allows you to participate in gym battles and earn badges. There are ten gyms in the Valspar region, but you only need eight badges to qualify for the Valspar Pokémon League tournament. Additionally, you can get special Battle Badges for competing in approved monthly tournaments. There is no limit to the badges you can earn, and gaining more badges guarantees you a better seed at the tournament. Winning the tournament makes you the champion of the region.”

                The professor spoke in a practiced, almost monotone voice. Cecelia nodded along, she knew all of this, but she was too excited to interrupt his flow.

                “Catching or raising every pokémon native to the Valspar region also qualifies you for the title of Pokémon Master. Pokémon caught in the Castello City Safari Zone don’t count because they aren’t from here originally. I think the number of native pokémon is 280 now? The found a few new pokémon recently at the archeological dig in the desert, and it pushed the number up.”

                Cecelia nodded. “That’s fine. I’m not looking to catch everything. I’m here to compete.”

                Professor Burgandy continued, “When you do have six pokémon on your person, new catches are transported here where we’ll look after them for you. You can also adopt a pokémon from the lab as part of your registration. We have bulbasaur, torchic, and popplio to choose from.”

                “I think I’m good,” Cecelia said. “I already have my starter.”

                She reached out, touching her belt and the first of the three balls.

                The Professor leaned back in his chair. He adjusted the icepack.

                “So where will you be going next?”

                “Well, most of the gyms are north, so I’ll be going in that direction. I guess Castillo City will be my first badge.”

                “What about the gym in town?”

                “We don’t have a gym in town?” Cecelia said, puzzled.

                Professor Burgandy pulled open a map on his desk. “We most certainly do. They give out the Card Badge. It’s just a few blocks from here. It only opened last month, but it’s completely verified.”

                A big smile spread across Cecelia’s face, and she ran for the door.

                “Thanks so much professor!”

                “Cecelia.”

                The professor’s voice was grave. Cecelia paused at the doorway.

                “What is it?”

                The professor opened a secret compartment in his desk drawer and pulled out a small, thin case, about two inches thick, six inches wide, and seven inches tall. He moved toward Cecelia, bow legged, wobbly, but dead serious.

                “I want to thank you again for helping me with that woman, and I want you to take this.”

                Cecelia turned the case in her hand. “What is it?”

                “Inside is a tablet that was found in ancient ruins to the south. A very important tablet. It was delivered to me with the hope that I could decipher it, but I hit a brick wall. That’s why Team Rocket attached the lab. Word about the tablet got out somehow, and it’s no longer safe for it to be here. It would be terrible if the tablet fell into the wrong hands. If you’re heading north, I want you to deliver it to an old friend of mine. He lives in Eclipse City, so it won’t be out of your way….”

                Cecelia put the case in her bag. She could feel the case’s weight, the strange importance it carried, a somehow dangerous omen. It made her smile with excitement.

                “You can count on me, Professor!”

                “Thank you so much, Cecelia. I know it may not seem that important but-“

                She was already gone, running at full speed out of the laboratory building and down the street, hungry for her first badge.

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                PING PONG

                Cecelia stepped into the card shop. It was a small building. It looked like a renovated pawn shop. She could smell the new carpet very clearly. A shelf of comic books and manga and cards ran along one wall, posters and collectables lined the other: signed jerseys, framed and mounted trading cards, signed pokéballs of all colors and designs.

                Cecelia’s eyes were drawn to the pokéballs for only split second before being yanked to the man at the far end of the table across the room. He was an overweight young man in a Hawaiian shirt. He sat slumped down in his seat, one hand holding a dogeared and stained manga volume with an illustration of a woman with enormous boobs on the cover, a manga that Cecelia very much recognized and knew the contents of. His other hand was furious yanking at something under the table, at least it was until the PING PONG of the door registered in his ears.

                “Ricky?” Cecelia asked. Her face twisted into a grimace. Her expression was a bittersweet mixture of equal parts disgust, secondhand embarrassment, and reluctant arousal.

                “Cecelia?! Oh shit!”

                The manga volume flopped out of Ricky’s hand. He bent down and slid further into his chair, both hands reaching under to make himself presentable. He almost fell off the chair and doubled over forward onto the table, frantically fumbling with his genitals.

                ZIIPP

                “OHHHGGHH!” Ricky’s eyes bugged out, his face twitched, and he groaned in pain. Zipping up his fly, apparently, had gone horribly wrong.

                “Oh shit oh shit oh shit…” he whimpered.

                Cecelia watched from the doorway, unblinking eyes squinting in disgust at the pathetic man wriggling half under the table, huffing with exertion, face red and eyes watering, his stupid trapped dick no doubt screaming in pain. Ricky had been a regular at the local pokémon tournaments for years. Cecelia had known him since middle school. He was always annoying and pathetically awkward, and to make matters worse his family was incredibly rich, and Ricky took every opportunity to flaunt it with his shining, top-of-the-line pokéballs. He usually fought with his faithful Trubbish, which was partnered with whatever shiny pokémon his parents decided to gift him that week. He placed fairly well almost every time he competed, making it to at least the top eight, but Cecelia had never lost to him, and she certainly wasn’t going to lose today, she thought.

                “OHH! OHHkay!” Ricky shuddered and gasped with relief. He leaned back in his chair, very slowly zipped up his pants under the table, and then stood up with a lopsided, nervous grin on his face.

                “Do you great all your customers like this?” Cecelia asked. She didn’t move from the doorway.

                “What? No! It’s just quiet in the mornings, sometimes. It gets busier later in the day, though. I have lots of customers! All the time!”

                Cecelia made a purpose of looking around the empty store, turning her head.

                “Uh-huh. So how did you get a gym?”

                Her voice was pointed on the word “you,” and Ricky grabbed at his heart like he’d been stabbed. His face fell like a sad puppy.

                “What do you mean!? I’m a good trainer!! Just because I’m not the best like-like-”

                Cecelia was already nodding, expecting Ricky’s stammering voice to settle on her name.

                “-like-like Jasmine! That doesn’t mean I’m not bad!”

                Cecelia’s face twitched at that name. She drew her pokéball like a gunslinger, and it grew in her hand as she pressed the button.

                “So are we going to fight in here or-“

                The vibe was lost on Ricky and his face lit up. “OH! Let me show you the field!”

***

                Behind the card shop was an empty lot. Nearly every surface was overrun with tall, yellowing grass except for a lopsided rectangle painted in the center. Near the back fence were steel bleachers for a nonexistent audience.

                “What do you think!?”

                Cecelia frowned. “It’s fine. What rules do you use?”

                “Two on two! Are you ready!?”

                Ricky pulled a pokéball out of the pocket of his shorts. He took a position at one end of the field. Cecelia already had her ball ready. Ricky was grinning.

                “Just like old times!”

                Cecelia couldn’t help but smile, a hint of sadism in her twisting lips, but still mainly excitement.

                Two pokéballs flashed open. Cecelia sent out her Murkrow, the bird pokémon screaming immediately as it was free in the open air. The glowing shape from Ricky’s pokéball, though, was not the small form of his trubbish, but the towering form of a much larger pokémon completely made of garbage, a garbadour. The garbadour moaned its battle cry.

                “He’s bigger than you remember, huh!?” Ricky shouted across the lot.

                Cecelia swallowed.

                “Murkrow use drill peck!”

                Murkrow corkscrewed forward, air spiraled around its body, and it shot forward like a missile. The garbadour was too slow to move and took the direct hit. Chunks of the trash that made up its body fell off while Murkrow drilled into it, but the monster itself didn’t topple over.

                “Metal claw!!” Ricky commanded.

                Garbadour shoved its gut forward, knocking Murkrow away and then the metal shards of trash in its arms glowed before lashing out, the arms stretching across the field like tendrils.

                Murkrow barely dodged the metal tipped arms of trash. Cecelia watched, her eyes focusing on the arms with Murkrow’s eyes. As the trash monster swung its arms around, faster and faster, trash falling of its body, it was subtly, slowly, moving forward. Step by step it was advancing, closing the distance and leaving nowhere for Murkrow to evade.

                WHACK

                A stray metal claw hit Murkrow in the face, spiraling them back, almost knocking them out of the air and the arena. They stabilized and flapped in place at the very edge of the rectangle with the claws slowly moving forward, glinting with new intensity with each swipe.

                “Murkrow!” Cecelia shouted. “Use drill peck and follow my lead!”

                Murkrow dove forward.

                “LEFT!”

                Murkrow flew to the left, barely dodging an arm, only for a second to come from the side and knock Murkrow to the ground, unconscious.

                Cecelia clenched her jaw and returned Murkrow to its pokéball. At the other end of the field, Ricky was grinning proudly at his garbadour, but he wasn’t saying anything, which somehow made it worse. He was exuding pure, focused confidence in his strategy, in his pokémon. He didn’t have to gloat.

                Cecelia called out Poliwhirl. The frog pokémon smacked its boxing glove hands together as it took shape. She took a deep breath.

                “Poliwhirl, use body slam!”

                Garbadour readied its arms, but Poliwhirl was already in the air above it. Garbadour tried to knock Poliwhirl out of the air with its claws, but Poliwhirl spun at the last second, evading them, and slamming its full weight down into the trash monster with an enormous slam.

                Poliwhirl bounced out of the impact, and Garbadour was stunned, twitching, unable to move.

                “NOoO!” Ricky gasped.

                Cecelia didn’t flinch. “Bubblebeam!”

                A stream of bubbles shot from the spiral on Poliwhirl’s chest and collided against Garbadour like a flurry of machine gun bullets. Garbadour shook with each impact and then collapsed face-first onto the ground.

                Rickey returned Garbadour to its pokéball. He was pacing around his side of the field.

                “LUCKY!” he yelled, his voice cracking.

                Cecelia grinned, Poliwhirl threw its fist to the sky in victory, and Ricky tossed out his second pokémon.

                The flash of the pokéball was accompanied by a glittering shine. It was a Drowzee, but not yellow and brown, instead a tacky, glowing pink color.

                “Your parents buy you that one?” Cecelia taunted.

                “No! I got it in a trade! I sold a signed pair of Bonnie Roma’s panties for it!”

                Cecelia arched an eyebrow, impressed but doubtful. “The pop star?”

                “Yeah!!”

                “Used?”

                Ricky turned bright red. He didn’t know if Cecelia meant used by Bonnie or if she meant that he used them to jerk off. Meanwhile, Poliwhirl was bouncing on its feet like a boxer ready for its command despite the trainers bickering, but Drowzee however was absently scratching at its butt with one hand.

                “uhH- Drowzee, use double team!”

                Drowzee looked over its shoulder at Ricky with complete and utter disdain. It yawned.

                “Poliwhirl, use double slap!”

                Poliwhirl rushed forward, but Drowzee split once and then twice and then too many times to count until a dozen Drowzees stood around the field.

                “t-That’s right, Drowzee! Good job!”

                The Drowzees, however, completely ignored Ricky and Poliwhirl and started to… dance?

                Cecelia and Poliwhirl watched, confused. It wasn’t an attack, was it? They weren’t targeting Poliwhirl at all. Cecelia watched the subtle movements. One of them has to be the real one… There has to be some sort of tell…

                Ca-CLINK

                Cecelia looked down. Her belt had become unbuckled. Her pants and panties were glowing with psychic energy and were escaping her hips.

                “RICKY! You fucking perv!” Cecelia screamed. She gripped her pants with clawed, desperate hands. Her face was growing bright red with embarrassment and the strain of fighting against the psychic pull.

                “It’s not me!!” Ricky wailed. “Drowzee, stop!”

                The dozen Drowzee danced the macarena in defiance.

                “Urrggg!” Cecelia grit her teeth. She was sweating. The pants were descending; her knees were buckling together. They slipped down, past her waist. The top half of her buttcheeks ballooned over the top of her waistband from behind and more and more of her crotch was exposed to the world. Ricky clamped his hands over his own crotch, trying to cover his erection, but just drawing more attention to it. The Drowzee grinned in amusement.

                Poliwhirl looked around the field and back at Cecelia. Each of her struggling noises pulled him away from the field like a cry for help. He couldn’t focus between how upset she was and the horde of dancing Drowzee.

                Suddenly a stray Drowzee leapt forward and attacked Poliwhirl with a headbutt, knocking him to the ground.

                “Poliwhirl!” Cecelia shouted. Pulled away from her pants, she looked across the field, trying to focus on the Drowzee that attacked, the real one, but it was lost in the crowd. But, in that instant, her pants slipped to her mid-thigh and her panties were yanked past her crotch.

                “NooOO!” she shrieked. Her hand clamped down on her pussy at the last second. From behind, her wide hips and round buttcheeks were completely exposed. She could feel the wind on them. She clenched them in a desperate, animal instinct to protect her naked ass. With her other hand she futilely tried to pull her clothes back up, but the psychic pull was too strong.

                Poliwhirl stood up, but instead of looking at the field, its sympathetic, sad eyes turned to the blushing, wriggling, bent over, panicked form of its trainer. Cecelia looked at her pokémon.

                “Poliwhirl can’t focus because he’s too busy worrying about me,” she realized. The air tickled her asscrack, despite her clenching.

                On the field, the Drowzee danced, and Ricky’s knees were knocked together. It looked like his pants were about to explode.

                A burning flame filled Cecelia’s brain. She wasn’t going to lose. Not to this piece of shit and a pokémon he can’t even control.

                She stood up, and she let go.

                Her pants and panties fell to the ground with a thump. Her hands were on her hips. She stood tall, eyes blazing. Her ass was no longer clenched. Her hips, the shaven triangle of her crotch and her pink pussy lips were exposed, shining in the sun. Every inch of her slender legs was bare, standing tall and pale.

                Ricky’s nose bled. He stared, transfixed. His mind and body about to break. The Drowzee stared too, drooling, their dancing stopped, but Poliwhirl, sensing his trainer’s determination, her will and control, took a fighting stance.

                “Poliwhirl, jump and use bubblebeam!” Cecelia commanded.

                Poliwhirl bounced forward and fired his bubblebeam straight into the ground, jettisoning him up into the sky, thirty, then forty feet into the air.

                “Body slam!”

                Poliwhirl fell like a meteor and hit the center of the field with an enormous earthquake. The entire lot shook with the shockwave and the ground rippled and cracked. Ricky fell on his ass. The duplicate, illusory Drowzee shuddered and shook from the impact, and they vanished, leaving only the original standing alone and uneasy on its feet.

                Poliwhirl rose from the crater, smoke wreathing its body.

                The Drowzee seemed to shrink, cowering in fear. Poliwhirl stepped towards it, slowly. Drowzee shook violently, quaking with each thunderous step Poliwhirl took towards it.

                Poliwhirl smacked its gloves together, a thunderclap, and the Drowzee’s eyes crossed.

                It fainted from pure fear and passed out with a thump, foaming at the mouth.

                Ricky stood up and started to search his pockets. The raging hardon in his pants was sticking straight forward.

                “Uh, well I’m sorry about that, Cecelia, but I guess you earned the card badge… if I can just find it…”

                He was unaware of Cecelia pulling her pants back up and powerwalking towards him.

                “Oh! Here it is!” he said, holding up a small badge shaped like an ace of hearts but cast in porcelain.

                With two swift movements, a one-two punch, Cecelia swiped the badge out of her hand and swung her boot right into Ricky’s balls, lifting him off the air with a mighty CRUNCCH.

                “OUGGHHH!” Ricky screamed. He fell over on his back and rocked back and forth, grabbing at his poor nuts.

                Cecelia stood over him. “LEARN TO CONTROL YOUR POKEMON!”

                Ricky covered his face with his arms and closed his eyes. “OKAY! Okay! I’ll be sure to- AAAIEEEEEEE”

                Cecelia had grabbed his legs, parting them, and was driving her heel down against his nuts, grinding them into the ground, jackhammering the orbs and sack, sounds like crunching walnuts echoing across the field and into the sky.

                “CECELI-AAHHH!! STOPP! YOU’RE GOING TO BREAK THEM! OHHH! OUGGHHHEEEEEEIIIIIIIII”

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                The moon was a glowing white diamond over the pine trees. Their branches rustled as Cecelia climbed up the trees before settling on a broad branch Her Poliwhirl sat on a branch above her, and her Murkrow was perched next to her. Her Goomy was sitting in her lap, looking up at the sky with awe. The pine forest extended to the horizon, lit with the reflected light of the moon.

                “Look!” Cecelia pointed, her voice hushed with reverence.

                Dozens of Lunatone floated across the sky, rising up from the forest. They glowed in the night sky like a dozen miniature moons.

***

                Cecelia wriggled inside her sleeping bag. She squinted and squeezed her already closed eyes, fighting back against the sun blazing down through the branches.

                “Urrhhh…” she grumbled.

                Still in her sleeping bag cocoon, she rolled over, planting her face into the grass and her butt in the air. Her campsite was set up on the edge of a small lake behind her: pots and pans, the remains of a campfire, Cecelia’s backpack, and the trio of pokéballs were scattered around.

                The Cecelia worm finally sighed in defeat and sat up. She unzipped herself and stepped out of the sleeping bag.

                Her hair was greasy and dark, a much darker brown compared to its regular copper. Her t-shirt was wrinkled like a Bouffalant had chewed on it, and her striped, pink panties hadn’t been changed for days.

                Cecelia rubbed her eyes with one hand while tentatively sniffing her armpit with the other. The rotten smell was enough to make her eyes bug out, immediately making her fully awake. She coughed and wheezed.

                “Oh God

                Traveling in the forest for the past few weeks had taken its toll on Cecelia’s hygiene.

                She stood up and shivered. The sun was warm, but the air was still struggling to catch up. Dancing in place, she rushed toward the lake. Her t-shirt was pulled over the shoulders and her small boobs sprang free, covered almost instantly by a protective arm across her erect, freezing nipples. Awkwardly hopping on one foot, she pulled her panties off her long, slender legs. Her unshaven pussy, and bouncing butt met the cold air and goosepimples broke out across every inch of her skin. A hand clamped down on her crotch and she ran into lake at full speed.

                SPLLASSH

                “OHH! OH GOD!”

                Cecelia’s back arched. She convulsed in the water, splashing wildly. Her heart raced and her teeth chattered together.

                Steeling herself, she dunked her head under the water and reemerged, completely soaked and shivering.

                “n-nnOtttt… my best idea….” she shivered, hugging herself.

                CA-CLANG

                Cecelia froze in spite of her shivering. She dunked back into the water, hiding her nakedness and turned to the source of the noise, the shore.

                The pokémon was bigger than it should be, almost nine feet tall at its antlers, which were covered with leaves like branches. It was rummaging through the campsite, knocking over pots and tearing open Cecelia’s backpack, knocking food and clothes everywhere. It was an enormous sawsbuck.

                “HEY! YOU GET OUT OF HERE! HEY!!!” Cecelia waved her arms and splashed back to the shore, water pouring off her.

                The deer pokémon ignored her. It sniffed her sleeping bag and then started kicking at it absently.

                Cecelia picked up her panties and hopped back into them. She picked up her shirt and tugged it over her head.

                “YOU GET OUT OF HERE! GO ON!”

                The sawsbuck stepped in front of her as she walked forward. Cecelia’s eyes looked over its shoulder at her pokéballs on the ground. The pokémon loomed over her and glared at her while she stood dripping in her underwear.

                Cecelia swallowed. The sawsbuck snorted.

                Slowly, she stepped to the side. Moving in slow motion, not daring to break eye contact, she picked up a stick off the ground and pointed it at the sawsbuck.

                “g-GO ON! GET OUT OF HERE!”
                WHOOSH

                The sawsbuck vanished, moving like a blur from where it stood. Suddenly it was behind Cecelia, moving so fast like it teleported. Cecelia had just a split moment to realize it was standing behind her, the stick dropping out of her grasp, when the sawsbuck lowered its head. Its antlers hooked into the seat of Cecelia’s striped panties. Cecelia grew pale.

                “wai-AAAIIIIEEEEE!!!”

                The sawsbuck swung its antlers to the sky, yanking Cecelia up by her panties in a brutal slicing wedgie that parted her cheeks instantly and left her suspended from its horns.

                “NO-OOOoooOO!!!” Cecelia wailed. The deer pokémon swung its head around, tugging her from side to side, her panties burning and chaffing her asscrack and the front of her panties were being pulled back, squashing into her mound and then slicing between her lips.

                “St-AAHH-AHHH-AAHHHPPP!!!” Cecelia screamed, eyes watering, grabbing onto her panties, now stretched to a thong between her peachy cheeks.

                The sawsbuck stood up on its hind legs and tossed her into the air. There was a brief moment of relief from the raw slicing pain as Cecelia’s was flung into the air. Her panties lifted off of the antlers, but she began to turn in midair, twisted by the centrifugal force of the toss, flipping around until she was facing the sawsbuck and its antlers were poised to catch her by the front of her panties.

                “OOUUGGGGHHHH!!!!!” Cecelia screamed. Her suspended toes spread apart, her legs flexed and spasmed. Her head and back arched to the sky while her hands grabbed at her poor crotch.

                She dangled in a horrific frontal wedgie. Her panties were so stretched they were barely visible between her pussy lips. The crushing pain across her clit, the fabric scraping against the inside of her lips and against her most private openings was almost too much to bear. The back of her panties tightened against her asscheeks, squeezing them and binding them together.

                “URRkkkK!” she croaked.

                The sawsbuck bounced her, up and down, shuddering pain through her clit and up her pelvis and spine. Her legs flailed around like a doll’s legs. Her eyes rolled back, and foam escaped her mouth with each pussy-breaking yank of her poor panties.

                Then, the sawsbuck tossed its head upward, standing again on its two legs, but Cecelia’s panties were stuck fast, entangled on its horns.

                SSSHHRRRIPPPPP
                “AAAAaaahhhhh!!!!!”
                Cecelia was freed from her panties, but was flung into the trees. Her legs were spread open and her bright, red, rubbed raw pussy was flashing the entire forest. She flew, backwards away from the campsite, her scream growing smaller and smaller in the distance.

***

                Three seedot sat on a branch, peacefully, sleeping in the sun.

                “aaaaaaaaAAAAA….”

                 Suddenly each one opened their eyes as the sound of a high-pitched scream became louder and louder.

                CRASSSHHHH

                Cecelia landed, pussy first onto the branch, her impact making the seedot jump for an instant into the air. Her eyes bugged out. She grabbed at her belly. The seedot stared at the woman who was sweating, crying, and turning bright red with pain. Slowly, she rolled over and fell to the ground with a thud that shook the forest like an earthquake.

                Poor Cecelia faceplanted on the forest floor, her spread open, absolutely destroyed, aching pussy was completely exposed under her pale, skyward pointing ass.

                “ouuhhlll….” she whimpered into the dirt.

***

                Cecelia stumbled forward through the forest. Her hands were gripped around a long branch, which she leaned on like a stick. She was completely bottomless and was dragging her naked legs slowly across the ground. With each step, the aching pain in her pussy seemed to spasm throughout her soul.

                “Ow OW ow OW ow…” she muttered under her breath.

                She paused suddenly. She could hear snorting and snuffling.

                Cecelia knelt down in the brush, the grass tickling the edges of her buttcheeks. She crept forward. Through the leaves, she could see her campsite, absolutely destroyed. Her sleeping bag had been completely gutted, pokémon food and rations decorated the floor like fall leaves. Her clothes were little crumpled balls covered in mud, and in the middle of it wall was the sawsbuck, snorting and shuffling around. Her torn panties were still looped around the sawsbuck’s horns like an absurd crown.

                Cecelia gripped her makeshift crutch with growing rage. Her face tightened. The aching numbness between her legs seemed to lessen from her growing fury. Beyond the sawsbuck were her pokéballs on the edge of the campsite. She just needed some way to get around it. But if she crept around the clearing it would probably hear her. And it would attack her as soon as she showed herself, probably before she could reach for the balls.

                Cecelia’s mind burned. An idea was slowly taking shape. A painful plan, but she was too angry and determined to care. She dropped her crutch into the ground and her legs tensed.

                The sawsbuck raised its head at the sound of the branch hitting the floor. It squinted in suspicion. But it was not ready for Cecelia to leap out of the bush, with a crashing burst of leaves, aiming right for its back?!

                “OUUGGHHPPh!!” Cecelia landed ass and pussy first on the hard muscular back of the deer pokémon. Electric pain shot through her crotch, traveling up her spine. She saw stars in her eyes and her mind screamed in agony, but she reached out and grabbed the sawsbuck by the horns, a white knuckled grip brought on by inhuman pussy pain.

                The sawsbuck bellowed and reared back on its hind legs, trying to knock the insane naked human off its back, but Cecelia held on with her legs and hands; she grabbed the antlers and pulled back, steering the sawsbuck backward as it tried to toss her, closer and closer to the three pokéballs on the far side of the camp.

                Cecelia looked over her shoulder as she wrestled with the sawsbuck, forcing it to stumble backward. She was right over the pokéballs.

                Cecelia let go of the horns and let herself fall backward, hitting the ground ass first. Her hand reached out and curled around a pokéball.

                Cecelia off its back, the sawsbuck snorted and shook, seemingly disgusted that a human was riding it. It turned to the fallen Cecelia with rage in its eyes, but it was met with the flash of a pokéball.

                Goomy appeared in the clearing, staring down the sawsbuck as it charged.

                “Goomy, use dragonbreath!” Cecelia commanded.

                The little snail dragon faltered for a half second, but stretched opened its mouth, releasing a smoky stream of blazing energy.

                The sawsbuck skidded to a stop, wincing as the flames covered its body.

                Cecelia grabbed another ball of the forest floor, calling out Murkrow.

                “Murkrow, use gust!”

                “KKKRRROWWW!”

                Murkrow flapped its wings, making gale-force winds that pushed the sawsbuck back. The sawsbuck dug its hooves into the ground, squinting, and slowly pushing forward under the force of the wind.

                Cecelia opened the third pokéball. She staggered to her feet.

                “Poliwhirl! Body slam!”

                Poliwhirl emerged from its pokéball and leapt forward, crashing into the sawsbuck like a freight train, sending it flying back where it crashed into a tree before collapsing onto the ground, its eyes spinning spirals.

                Cecelia grabbed an empty pokéball out of the remains of her backpack and tossed it. The ball hit sawsbuck on the forehead, turning it into energy, and capturing it inside.

                The ball shook back and forth,

                Once

                Twice

                Three times

                Before it stopped.

                Cecelia sighed and collapsed onto the ground.

                “OwWWwww…”

                Her damaged pussy remembered, she lay on her back with legs spread open, wishing with all her might for an icepack.

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                The growlithe wriggled on the floor. It’s mouth and legs were wrapped up in gooey gray strands of spider silk. It’s trainer, a bank security guard, was similarly bound by his hands and mouth. His legs, though, were spread open, and a certain thief was looking down at the growing bulge between them with a hungry grin on her face.

                “Oooh,” Annabelle purred, looking down at the security guard struggling on the bank floor. It was an old bank, an antique with wooden floors and one single security guard.

                Her long legs in their high pointed boots clacked across the wooden floor. Her enormous boobs in her black tube top – adorned with a bright red R – shook as she approached, and she tossed her ridiculous blond twin tails, shaped like giant drills behind her.

                “MmmnnMMRRNNGG!” The security guard screamed in panic in his gag, the Spider Queen of Team Rocket descending towards him.

                Her spinarak, hanging from the ceiling – some holding big sacks with dollar signs – snickered at him.

                She lowered herself over his form, over his crotch. Her tight miniskirt rode up and her lacey silk panties came into view. She spread her legs over him in a squat, every muscle in her thighs become taut, defined, and pointing to her barely covered pussy. She lowered herself over him, the burly, sweating man, his biceps and triceps straining with panic in the webbing.

                “What do you say, big boy? You think we have time for a little ride?”

                She rubbed her crotch against his and the security guard, sweating shook his head.

                An then her phone rang, vibrating loudly.

                With a sigh and a jiggling clatter, Annabelle stood up and pulled her phone out of a pouch around her belt. She lifted it to her ear, but it slipped out of her hand and fell into her cleavage. Her boobs vibrated violently like possessed Jell-O. Annabelle rummaged through the sea of tits, pulling down her tube top even further, the edges of her areolas poking out.

                The phone finally retrieved, she held it to her ear.

                “WHAT?”
                In a dim hotel, a short, petite man answered her. He was sitting crisscrossed on the hotel bed with an orange laptop on his lap. Large, 80s style glasses sat on his face.

                “You messed up, Annabelle.”

                Annabelle pivoted on her heel, fuming. “THE FUCK YOU WANT, TIMOTHY?”

                On the floor, the security guard started crawling away on his stomach like an inch worm.

                Timothy’s laptop screen ran through equations and programs and screens, but his hands did not touch the keys.

                “Two weeks ago. The job at the Pokémon Lab. You couldn’t find the tablet, so they sent me in, and guess what?”

                “What?”

                Annabelle casually walked over and swung her foot up between the legs of the escaping security officer, slamming it directly into his fat balls with such force that it lifted his ass into the air.

                “MMNNGGOUGGHH…” the security officer groaned; he collapsed onto the ground with his eyes crossed and twitched in the horrific blunt pain to his precious nuts.

                “I hacked Professor Burgandy’s emails. He had the tablet. He just didn’t give it to you. He gave it to a new trainer, Cecelia Ramos, who’s making the delivery to Eclipse City.”

                Annabelle bared her teeth. “That bitch….” she hissed. Her hand went to her ass. She felt phantom pains, remembering in that moment the horrific spanking she received at the hands of Cecelia’s poliwhirl.

                “So we just need to find that girl and steal the tablet.”

                Timothy pushed his glasses up his nose with a smirk. “Oh Annabelle. She’s a trainer heading north to Eclipse City. We don’t need to find her because we’ll already know where she’ll be. Her next badge is at the Castello City Safari Zone. We just need to get there before her.

                Annabelle pulled a pokéball out of her belt, a black pokéball decorated with the trademark R. It opened with a flash and her Abra appeared around her shoulders.

                “I’m on my way.”

                “Take your time,” Timothy said. “I’m already here. Waiting for her.”

                His laptop buzzed and beeped, the beeping forming a sadistic giggling laugh. On the back of the orange laptop a smiling mouth and eyes appeared in the plastic.

***

                The forest clearing was filled with flowers, gorgeous flowers, red and oranges and purples, a warm sea of color. Flabébé and combee floated along the flowers, humming and buzzing. Whismur hopped through the flowers sending petals and leaves rustling.

                Suddenly a stream of energy like a laser sliced through the flower field. Multiple whismur were hit by the beam and fell to the ground, immediately KO’d.

                Cecelia and her goomy stood at the edge of the flower field. It opened its mouth, and another blast of dragon breath shot out like it was a tiny, snail-like Godzilla, felling more pokémon immediately. Cecelia tossed out several pokéballs, catching multiple whismur instantly.

                She bent down, rubbing Goomy on the head.

                “Good boy! Who’s a good strong little boy! Who’s a little weapon of mass destruction! It’s you! It’s you!”

                Goomy gurgled happily under her hand.

***

                The forest was thinning. The immense pines and oaks were giving way to more scattered, younger trees. The hoothoot that Cecelia would see calling down from her in the trees had all disappeared. The dirt path running through the forest was wider and well worn.

                Cecelia hopped in place as she walked down the path. Discomfort was apparent on her face. Her jeans felt tighter, and a deep urge was spreading throughout her crotch: her bladder was bursting.

                She winced. She had gotten so wrapped up with training that she didn’t feel the urge until this instant, but now it was hitting her like a wave, a painful bursting need. She staggered forward to the grass by the side of the path, her hands moving to her waist…

                “HEY! YOU’RE A TRAINER! LET’S BATTLE!”

                Cecelia’s hand immediately went to her sides, but she was still bent over slightly, staggered by the urge to piss. A young boy bounced out of the forest. He was wearing shorts, a t-shirt, and a backward cap. He pulled a pokéball out of his pocket.

                “GET READY TO BATTLE! I WON’T GO EASY ON YOU!”

                Cecelia squinted in pain. The stupid child’s screaming voice seemed to shake her bladder like powerful sonic waves. Her left knee shook violently, barely containing the need to break out in a panicked pee-pee dance.

                "Listen, I’m not feeling ok. Go play in the woods or something.”

                Cecelia waved him away with her hand, casting her eyes to the sweet, sweet bushes just a few feet down the path which she would soon bury her butt in and safely, relea-

                “NO WAY! THERE’S NO RUNNING FROM TRAINER BATTLES! WHAT ARE YOU? A CHICKEN!?”
                Cecelia swallowed. She dug in deep into her soul, finding, somewhere, the resolve to quiet the shouting need to pee. She grabbed Poliwhirl’s pokéball from her belt.

                “Fine. Poliwhirl, use double slap!”

                The kid tossed out his pokéball with a big grin, but Poliwhirl was already charging forward out of its ball. Its boxing gloved hands were raised to attack whatever was going to emerge from the kid’s pokéball.

                CLANG CLANG

                Poliwhirl recoiled, grabbing at his throbbing, swollen boxing glove hand. A forretress sat in front of it. The metal bagworm pokémon was unphased and looked at the wincing poliwhirl with uninterested eyes.

                The kid put his hands on his hips. “YOU’LL NEVER STOP MY INVINCIBLE FORRETRESS!”

                Cecelia stared at him, existential horror creeping across her face. Her eyes were wide, twitching. She clenched her entire body and barely succeeded in not pissing her jeans right there.

                She was realizing what this situation was. She was remembering.

                Ten years ago. In the fields outside of Bristol Town, a new, young trainer was leading his clefairy around by a lease. It was resisting him every step, dragging its feet into the ground. A flash emerged from the tall grass and a young girl leapt in front of them. A nine-year-old Cecelia, covered in dirt and mud, wearing shorts, a t-shirt, a straw hat, and holding a butterfly net over her shoulder.

                The trainer and his clefairy stood completely stunned.

                The dirty little tomboy tossed her pokéball and a silcoon came out.

                The silcoon hardened immediately, tightening its silk coccoon and gaining a metallic finish.

                “YOU’LL NEVER BREAK THROUGH MY SILCOON’S IRON DEFENSES!” nine-year-old Cecelia screamed triumphantly.

                “Noooooo,” adult Cecelia whimpered, wriggling now, shaking, the remembered cringe of childhood and her bursting bladder crushing her soul. Her hands moved in the air in a strange twitchy dance, trying not to grab her crotch and stem the potential tide of urine with her grip. “Is this… Is this karma…?” she asked the sky.

                Poliwhirl, sweating, swung its hands again and again on the metal shell, but it was unphased. The forretress spun on the ground with a metallic whirl, knocking poliwhirl away.

                Down the path, in Cecelia’s coveted bushes, an unseen stranger chuckled. He was crouching, completely hidden in the leaves. He was wearing a grey ninja Gi and a big smile on his face.

                “Ah ha. The unstoppable force meets an immovable object. But no matter, the victor will fall before, I, Marco and my Gliscor. Neither of these filthy northerners can stand up to the strength of a native from the hidden city of Suiboku!”

                Marco huddled in his bush. He had been camped out here for days, attacking any trainer that used the forest path. The ground under his bush was littered with the winnings from his highway robbery. Money, pokéballs, and clothes from his defeated foes. Many a trainer had been left streaking away from his bush, futilely covering their shame and defeat.

                WHAM

                “Poliwhirl!”

                The forretress rammed at poliwhirl, throwing its full weight into him with a powerful heavy slam. Poliwhirl was thrown back into the air by the impact and flopped onto the ground in a cloud of dust.

                “MY FORRESTRESS HAS NO WEAKNESS!” the kid shouted.

                Cecelia hopped on the balls of her feet. The squirming urge told her to release, release the aching urine pushing within her, so much urine that it seemed to be weighing her down like an anchor inside her crotch, between her legs. But when she looked at her poliwhirl, stumbling to its feet, she knew that she couldn’t let this stupid brat have the satisfaction of either winning or watching her piss her pants.

                “POLIWHIRL! Use bubblebeam!”

                A blast of bubbles hit the forretress dead on. The bubbles splashed against the bagworm pokémon’s shell, sending droplets of water in every direction, but it didn’t move.

                “AH!” Cecelia gasped. The sound of gurgling bubbles and splashing water was almost too much for her. Shame forgotten, she clamped both hands over her crotch and began to hop in place.

                “Oh MY GOD, you’re totally going to pee yourself!” the boy shouted, suddenly realizing what was the matter.

                “Poliwhirl keep it up!” Cecelia shouted, ignoring the boy.

                Poliwhirl warbled affirmatively and continued its stream of splashing bubbles against the forretress, who was now squinting, taking damage from the bubblebeam even though it could not move him.

                “Ouhhlll,” Cecelia squirmed, arching her back and whimpering in pure piss panic. Her fingers dug into her mound through her jeans, and she felt herself break into a burning sweat, her body fighting her for control of its basic functions.

                “Forretress use rapid spin! Get out of there!” the kid shouted.

                His forretress spun in place but did not move. It skidded and whirled but couldn’t escape the barrage of bubbles.

                “Forretress?” the kid gasped, confused.

                The bug pokémon spun in place again all while taking more bubbles to the face. As it spun, not dust, but mud splashed around it, stopping it from gaining friction. The bubbles splashing against forretress’s body had turned the dirt path into mud, trapping it in place, slowly chipping away at its health. 

                “Now Poliwhirl! Send it flying!” Cecelia said.

                Poliwhirl charged forward and slammed its body against the forretress. With a muddy SLURP, the forretress was launched into the air, propelled by the charging frog pokémon and a wave of mud. The forretress flew over the trees, disappearing into the distance.

                “FORRETRESS!” the kid shouted, running after his pokemon.

                Cecelia did not care. She ran, a stumbling gait, toward the bushes. Inside, Marc pulled out his pokéball.

                “Aha!” he thought. “In her weakened state there’s no way she can defeat-“

                He had underestimated the speed of Cecelia’s lanky legs. She was already over the bush. Her pants were already around her knees. He was staring at her fuzzy pubic hair, the pale naked expanse of crotch and belly and thighs.

                Marco stared, paralyzed, trembling. He could smell her unwashed stink at this distance, the result of two weeks of backpacking through the forest.

                Then Cecelia turned around. Her wide hips and round ass buried into the leaves of the bush with a soft rustling, beneath it, the flowering lips of her pussy, the bright pinkness, the soft wavy skin, the curves of it leading away from her vagina. Her urethra pointed directly at Marco’s face.

                He stared, dumbfounded, horrified. His mouth opened, stammering words of protest that died in his throat. Opening his mouth was perhaps the worst thing he could have done.

                PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

                “OUUHGGGHHH OHHHHHH FUCCKKKKK~!” Cecelia threw her head back, moaning with orgasmic relief, deep throaty animal moans that were mostly masked by the horrific, waterfall sound of burning piss streaming out of her, splashing down into the bushes, gallons and gallons in an infinite stream.

                PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

                “OOOUHHHHhhhh….” Cecelia moaned, shudders running through her whole body. Urine splashed against the leaves of the bush and her ass and her legs, a violent coursing, powerful spray. Slowly, a large puddle of piss was slowly forming at the base of the bush, leaking out across the grass and dirt.

                The high-pressure geyser of piss slowly stopped. Cecelia, still in her half-squatting state gave her ass an awkward up and down shake, twerking into the bush to try and airdry her pussy as best she could. Then she stood up, buttoned up her pants, wiped the sweat from her face, and walked away, glowing with euphoria, feeling lighter, freer.

                When she had disappeared down the trail, the bush rustled.

                Marco emerged. His grey Gi was stained black with liquid. His hair and faced were drenched with piss. His expression was empty, shellshocked, humiliated. His soul had been crushed. His eyes stared forward, the blank and empty stare of someone with PTSD. Piss Traumatic Stress Disorder. His dick was sticking straight forward through his Gi, a shameful flag of defeat, a marker of the shameful, unspeakable fetishes awakened in his brain during this, his lowest, most pathetic moment, cursing him for the rest of his days.

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                Cecelia panted and wiped the sweat from her face, removing a coat of grime. She climbed up to the top of the hill with her hands on her knees and looked out over the view. She was covered with dirt and sweat. Twigs stuck out of her hair. Her jeans were torn and ripped and smelly. Poliwhirl waddled behind her, similarly exhausted.

                “Finally,” she sighed, a big grin forming across her face.

                The hill looked over a gleaming city on a bay. Castello City. The ocean was the brightest blue and the white sands, even at this distance, were covered with the rainbow dots of tiny beach goers. Across the bay was the Safari Zone, a wildlife preserve and the Castello City Gym, a massive dome structure connected to the city by an arching bridge running across the sparkling water.

                Cecelia tied her hair back in a ponytail. Her face twitched with excitement.

                “First, shower. And then, we’re going to get that next badge.”

***

                Cecelia stepped out of the taxi, her eyes not leaving the sky.

                The Safari Zone was massive, five stories tall and endlessly wide. The glass and concrete was modern, sleek. Colorful flags flowed down from the surface, proudly announcing the many regions that partnered with the Safari Zone, donating their rare and exclusive pokémon.

                Student tour groups with matching t-shirts and families and young couples all crowded through the doors, anxious to get inside. Cecelia hitched her backpack over her shoulder and resisted the urge to run for the entrance.

                She did not notice that she was being watched.

                Leaning in the shadow of one of the concrete pillars, a tall, top-heavy woman with her hair in the shape of drills. Her sundress barely contained her braless boobs and her legs seemed endless under the flowing fabric. She looked over the top edge of her newspaper with a grin before dropping it to the ground.

                Annabelle pulled out her phone and spoke into it. “Target sighted. I’m going in.”

                On the other end of the line in his hotel room, Team Rocket member Timothy chewed on a piece of gum while looking at his laptop. Hardcore hentai played on his screen; squealing anime girls took impossible monster cocks up their pixelated pussies. He pressed the reply button on his headset, but he didn’t look away from the screen or even blink.

                “Yeah, sure whatever.”

                Meanwhile, Cecelia made it to the front of the line. A tiny desk clerk smiled up at her, but she was craning her neck to see over him and inside the Safari Zone.

                “Welcome to the Safari Zone! May I get the purpose of your visit?”

                Cecelia looked down at the balding little man, noticing him for the first time.

                “Oh! I’m here to challenge the gym leader!”

                The desk clerk pulled up a clipboard with a schedule.

                “So, it is gym leaders, plural, here. Many of the Safari Zone staff are qualified to award badges. When did you like to schedule?”

                “I guess whatever’s the soonest?”

                The clerk looked over the chart.

                “The earliest will be with Mari in the aquarium. She does perform today, though, but that should give you enough time for a tour? I’ll just need your trainer ID to set up the appointment.”

                “Ooh, that would work out great!” Cecelia said, handing him her card.

                The clerk typed on his computer. “We’ll get that set up then. It does say here that you only have one badge. Unfortunately, you need four badges to catch pokémon who live in the Safari Zone,” he said, handing her back her badge and a visitor card marked with the letter T. “But there’s always next time.”

                Cecelia struggled to clip the visitor badge to her sweater while putting away her card and moving through the metal detector-looking gate in front of the entrance.

                “Thanks so much!”

                Cecelia struggled through the door, and immediately froze. Her bag fell out of her hand. The doors opened to a giant lobby, and the center of the roof was a transparent aquarium tank. Schools of glowing wishiwashi and other fish pokémon swam across the surface, dispersing in fear as the snaking shadow of a gyarados swam across the roof, casting a massive shadow across Cecelia and the other visitors.

                “Whoa,” Cecelia said, picking up her bag.

                A gift shop sat at the far end of the lobby and in front of it was a large petting zoo where happy children walked in the sand, petting shellder and kabuto and slowpoke and feeding them treats while their parents watched on. Hallways reached out from the lobby, leading deeper into the Safari Zone.

                “Nine o’ clock tour! Will everyone please line up for the Nine o’ clock tour!” A chubby woman in a polo and khakis called out to the lobby. Chattering people picked up their things and excitedly formed a line in front of her, and Cecelia rushed over to join them.

                Outside, Annabelle pushed her way through the line, knocking a popsicle out of the hand of a pimple-faced teenager.

                “HEY!”

                Annabelle ignored him, bulldozing her way through the crowd, tits swinging wildly, threatening to escape her dress.

                “Hello and welcome to the Safari Zone, can I ask the nature of your-“

                Annabelle ignored the clerk and pushed her way through the metal-detector gate to the entrance. Her mind was completely filled with revenge for Cecelia, the memory of her brutal spanking still burning in her mind and ass. But when she passed through the gate, an alarm immediately rang out. The clerk ran out of his booth, trying to push himself between Annabelle and the door, but unsure how to do so because her massive boobs were right in front of his face and hands.

                “o-Only registered trainers can bring pokeballs into the safari zoOoOOHH!”

                A woman possessed, Annabelle grabbed the tiny man in a choke hold, pinning him to her boob with her arm wrapped around her throat. The struggling, flailing, choking, and blushing man lifted by one arm, she pushed her way through the doors.

                “security! s-Security!” the clerk squawked. A pokéball around his waist flashed open and the shape emerged grew and grew before them. A machamp towered over Annabelle. The muscle-bound pokémon cracked the knuckles on all four of its hands. On its head it wore a tiny security guard hat.

                Annabelle gulped

                SLAP

                SLAP

                Annabelle went flying away from the door and over the crowd where she landed face first and boobs first onto the concrete. Her dress flipped up and her ass stuck up in the air. An ass wearing a tiny red thong, and each cheek was decorated with a bright red handprint.

                The crowd broke out into laughter and phone cameras flashed.

                Annabelle, boobs jiggling, quickly righted herself into a sitting position and grabbed protectively at her stinging butt. Her face turned red, furious, and humiliated toward the pointing, laughing crowd.

                “Fine,” she said. “I’ll just find another way in.”

***

                The wind howled in Annabelle’s ears. She tightened her grip on her spinarak.

                She was scaling the outside wall of the Safari Zone while using her spinarak like a tether. A long tendril of gooey spider silk ran from her spinarak to the very top edge of the wall. Dressed in a black jumpsuit and boots, she stepped forward onto the concrete, moving step by step up the sheer surface. The zipper in the front of her jumpsuit strained under the sheer mass of her boobs.

                Annabelle chuckled nervously, her heart racing. “I feel like Gligarman,” she said to herself.

                Annabelle finally pulled herself onto the top of the Safari Zone wall, panting. From the top, she could see down into the Safari Zone itself where a savannah plain of yellow grass, shrubs, and spindly trees stretched out as far as the eye could see. Farigiraf munched on the trees and a group of chansey bounced on top of a rocky outcropping.

                Spinarak under her arm, Annabelle descended the inside wall of the Safari Zone while her spinarak released a long line of silk like a zipline.

                High above the savannah in a small cable car, Cecelia watching a herd of nearly a hundred doduo and dodrio stomp across the plains, kicking up enormous clouds of dust. Her mouth was a big joyous grin. The other people in the tour also had their faces and binoculars and cameras pressed up to the glass, watching and photographing all of the exotic pokémon below them.

                “Look over there!” a little kid pointed. From the dust of the savannah, a half dozen hippowdon emerged from the ground. The sandy dirt around them shifted and warped, creating dancing spiral shapes of earth and grass.

                The tour group gasped with amazement.

                The tour guide stood at the front of the cable car. Her hands were on her hips with obvious pride in their reactions.

                “The Safari Zone is made up of three environments. You’ve already seen a little bit of the aquarium biome, but there’s also the savannah and jungle biome. We go over the savannah biome in cable car because of all three it’s the most dangerous. All of the pokémon down below are incredibly deadly and territorial…”

***

                “Piece of shit Safari Zone,” Annabelle hissed to herself.

                She stomped through the brush and grass. In her left had she held a palm leaf and was fanning herself wildly.

                “So goddamn hot in here.”

                She unzipped the catsuit slightly, sweaty cleavage and pale flesh bouncing out. She glared up at the cable car drifting across the sky, getting smaller and smaller. The sky was cloudy, the sun filtering through them.

                “WHY is it so goddamn hot?!”

                It was then that she heard the snoring.

                Annabelle froze with her foot in the air. Her gut clenched up. Surrounding her in the brush were a dozen sleeping pyroar. Heat radiated off the bodies of the massive bodies of fire lion pokémon. Annabelle’s lips spasmed, trying not to let out a panicked shriek. The pyroar snored and shifted around on the grass.

                Entire body twitching, Annabelle took one step forward, wincing immediately at the soft crunch sound the grass made, a sound that felt it had the intensity of grinding metal.

                A pyroar snorted but rolled over.

                She took another step, and another, and another…

                *BRRRINNG BRRRRINNG BRRRINNNNG*

                Annabelle’s phone exploded with sound. She tried to grab it out of her fanny pack, her arms wrestling and punching the little bag. She threw the phone out of her bag and onto the ground, stomping on it over and over again until it was quiet.

                Then she raised her head, sweat pouring down, looking into the blazing eyes of dozens of angry lions.

                Annabelle smiled sheepishly, “oops.”

                The pyroar’s mouths opened and roaring streaks of flame shot out at Annabelle. She ducked the flamethrowers by hitting the ground face first, but her pert butt was sticking right up in the air, and a burst of flame hit her ass dead center.

                “YEEEOOWWWWWWW!”

                Annabelle took off like a rocket. A flame burned and crackled on her ass, propelling her forward. Waterfall tears ran down her face as she took off across the plain toward a watering hole.

                “YOWYOWYOWYOWYOW!”

                Annabelle leaped over the brush and dove ass first into the water. A hissing explosion of steam flew up from the water’s surface as she made contact, dunking her booty-deep into the water.

                “Ahhhhhh….” she sighed, wiggling her ass in the cool water.

                After sitting in the water a second, Annabelle gingerly lifted her ass out. She craned her neck and stuck out her butt to look at the damage. Her cheeks were bright red and swollen. The seat of her cat suit had been completely burned off and only her singed thong remained.

                “uhhlll…” Annabelle whimpered, prodding at her toasted buns with a finger.

                She was interrupted by an earthshaking rumble that almost knocked her off her feet.

                Annabelle bent over, looking backwards between her legs at the source of the rumbling, a charging rhyhorn aiming its horn right at her bent over butt!

                POINK

                “YEEOOWWWOOWWWOOOOHHHHHH!”

                The horn hit the dead center of Annabelle’s left cheek and sent her flying up into the air, stars flying from her ass like a trail as she grew smaller and smaller, eventually landing in another part of the Safari Zone…

***

                “ow...oww…ow….”

                Annabelle whimpered, teeth clenched, as she swung softly, almost thirty feet from the jungle floor.

                “EXEGGG~!” the exeggutor said happily.

                Annabelle grabbed at her crotch and butt through her suit, eyes watering with torturous pain.     “shut the fuck up…” she hissed.

                Her fall had been stopped by the seat of her panties catching on the middle head of the exeggutor and she dangled in a horrible wedgie. One of the tropical variants, the exeggutor was a towering walking palm tree, shuffling slowly through the jungle environment of the safari zone and making Annabelle painfully bounce with each step. Her thong was slicing up her ass and through her pussy. Chaffing pain burned her roasted ass and unforgiving fabric sending electrical stabbing pain through her sensitive folds. Her panties were stretched to ridiculous lengths, but it seemed to be holding for now.

                The jungle was loud, clamoring. Bird pokémon sang at each other through the canopy of trees. With each step that the exeggutor took, occasional birds would fly out from the trees.

                Annabelle sniffled, her ass was becoming numb, the interior of her parted cheeks rubbed raw by the rising fabric binding them.

                Suddenly she sank farther, her panties stretching even more, her thong going up her crack and front with even more intensity. Her eyes bugged out.

                “EEEeeeE!” she yelped.

                A trumbeak, a woodpecker pokémon, had landed on her head and was stepping along her hair with curiosity.

                “quit it!” Annabelle squeaked, her voice higher from the sharp pain racing through her squashed clit and parted folds.

                The trumbeak ignored her and started pecking at her head like a jackhammer.

                “YOW! Sta-AH! AH! aaAAPP!”

                Annabelle’s voice trembled and broke with each peck right onto the middle of her head which sent her bouncing violently and created jabs of sudden pain throughout her lower regions.

                “sTA-AA-AA-AA-AAA!” she screamed, interrupted each time but a peck right onto her head. Her panties, meanwhile, were growing thinner and more frayed and stressed with each blow until.

                SNAP

                “AAAIIEEEEE!!!!!”

                Her panties snapped apart and she went falling down into the trees, flying downward through the leaves and branches, right into the unsuspecting mouth of a sleeping victreebell dangling from a branch.

                The victreebell gagged, eyes bugging out at the woman who fell face first into its mouth. Annabelle’s naked, swollen, red ass, hung out over the edge of the victreebell’s lips, and her long legs kicked violently in the air.

                Not twenty feet away, a tour bus drove through a dirt road cutting through the forest. Inside the Cecelia and the rest of the tour group looked out at the jungle, looking at hanging slakoth in their binoculars and paras crawling across tree branches while the tour guide talked.

                “The jungle environment her in the Safari Zone is home to some of the most diverse pokémon, plant, bird, and bug pokémon all live in here in the jungle….”

                Cecelia was only half listening, her eyes glued to her binoculars as she panned across the forest. There was an exeggutor walking through the trees and there was a victreebell with a naked squirming butt sticking out of its mouth.

                Cecelia paused. Was that? A butt?

                Blushing, excited, she swung her binoculars back to the victreebell, but that bright red butt was nowhere to be seen.

                Cecelia pouted in disappointment.

                The tour bus drove away and as it disappeared the yellow body of the victreebell twitched and squirmed and shook before a fuming and slime covered Annabelle pulled herself over the lip of its open mouth.

                “TRY TO EAT ME, WILL YOU?! I AM THE SPIDER QUEEN OF TEAM ROCKET!”

                She shouted at the plant pokémon, but her slime covered hands lost their grip and she slipped over the lip of the victreebell; she had only a split second to flail her arms wildly before she went tumbling down to the jungle floor and landing with an earthshaking thud that made even the victreebell wince.

***

                Outfitted in waterproof ponchos, the tour group sat in the stands on the edge of an enormous pool. An Olympic diving board rose out of the water. The crowd was excited, only speaking to each other in hushed tones. Cecelia’s head pivoted around. The tour guide explained something about a show performed by the aquarium staff and their pokémon, but Cecelia had been too busy making funny faces at the fish behind the glass.

                Lights suddenly flickered along the edge of the pool, instinctively drawing the attention of the crowd.

                “AND NOW! FOR YOUR VERY OWN ENTERTAINMENT! a voice called out over the speakers, pausing for dramatic effect.

                “THE ONE AND ONLY BRUNOOO!!”
                The crashing water was deafening. The surface of the pool broke and a wailord rose from the water, its enormous blue body sending waves of water onto the cheering and squealing audience. Cecelia coughed and sputtered and blinked.

                “AND JOINING HIM TODAY! HIS LOVELY HANDLER MARI!!!”

                Spotlights pointed up at the diving board. Cecelia followed her the lights up and was immediately, hopelessly, hypnotized.

                Mari was standing at the top of a diving board. She was wearing a simple, black one-piece swimsuit that matched her short black hair. Her body was small and curvy, the sloping lines of her hips running down her full, athletic thighs and calves. She raised her hands up to greet the crowd, squinting adorably in the light of the spotlights, her smile glowing. She stepped forward off the board feet first, falling like a rock toward the pool. The crowd gasped. Cecelia’s mouth was open, and her brain was sparking with electricity, staring in slow motion at Mari’s gorgeous, beautiful form in freefall, breasts, neck, arms, wrists, the entirety of her compelling Cecelia’s unblinking eyes. Mari’s calm and confident expression betrayed by her slightly bushy eyebrows arced slightly, her face muscles revealing her focus and strength.

                A geyser shot up from Bruno the wailord’s blowhole and Mari landed on the rising spout of water, standing perfectly straight, the embodiment of grace. Suspended on the waterspout, she waved and blew kisses at the cheering, exploding crowd.

                Cecelia swallowed hard. She was huddled in her poncho and holding her quivering knees together. She was now much, much wetter than when Bruno splashed the crowd.

***

                “Mommy! There’s a woman in the fish tank with her butt out!”

                In the halls of the aquarium section of the Safari Zone, a kid pointed at the glass. His mother ignored him.

                “That’s nice, dear.”

                The massive fish tanks that made up the walls and hallways of the aquarium section were a giant, interlocking network, a complete environment for the aquatic pokémon. Inside, Annabelle swam in pilfered scuba gear alongside a school of titourga. She was still wearing her damaged jumpsuit, just now with a pair of scuba flippers and a mask running to a tank on her back, a tank that sat right above the torn seat of her suit where her bright red, naked, spanked, and wedgied butt was completely on display.

                The thinning midday crowds didn’t seem to notice the bare-assed villainess swimming among the pokémon, but some of the pokémon gave surprised glances to her swollen baboon butt.

                Annabelle grumbled in her scubamask.

                Slowing, she settled onto the sandy floor of the aquarium right next to a rocky cave. She unzipped her suit slightly and pulled out a rolled-up map from between her boobs. Annabelle looked down at the map of the Safari Zone while floating underwater, completely unaware of a half dozen gray tentacles creeping out of the cave and right toward her vulnerable behind.

                Annabelle glowered down at the map, tracing her path with her finger. At the same time, a tentacle creeped up until its thick, round tip squished right into Annabelle’s sore left cheek.

                “MMMnnNNG!” Annabelle yelped, her hair standing on end. She flailed in the water, but tentacles were already wrapping themselves around her thighs and ankles. Slimy, thick, tentacles connected to a tentacruel rising up from the cave.

                “MMNNRR!!!” Annabelle growled at the curious creature, but her arms and legs were bound. Her legs especially were spread apart, and a single, probing tentacle was moving toward her tomato-colored ass.

                With a determined wiggle, the tentacle jabbed right into Annabelle’s buttcrack!

                “MRRG!” Annabelle grunted. Her eyes bugged out, her face turned red, and every fiber of her being was focusing on clenching her butt against the invading tentacle pressing against her backdoor.

                The tentacruel squinted with confusion. It wiggled the tentacle embedded in Annabelle’s buttcrack, but her sphincter was like iron. Annoyed, another pair of tentacles reached out and grabbed at Annabelle’s sore, tortured buttcheeks. They pulled the tender squishiness apart, while the tentacle aimed at her anus wiggled stubborn strength.

                Annabelle’s bugged eyes squinted. The pain from her sore cheeks was making her lose focus.

                “RRGGGG..” sweating, she clenched with every remaining ounce of her strength.

                SSSLUNNNKKK

                “MMNNRRRGGGG!”

                Nearly a foot of thick slimy tentacle slorped up Annabelle’s ass, forcing its way up her rectum in spasming, stretching, painful, bulldozing force. Annabelle bucked in the water, shuddering under the sudden hard, violating pain coursing through her poor butt.

                “MMMNNRRRR!!!” she screamed.

                The tentacruel was blushing. The warm, tight folds of Annabelle’s butt were massaging its tentacles in a way it had never experienced.

                Slowly, a new tentacle reached over Annabelle’s shoulder, aiming at her cleavage.

                “MMRRN!?!” Annabelle gasped. She looked down cross-eyed at the tentacle as it disappeared between her boobs, burying itself down the front of her jumpsuit, wriggling against her belly.

                “NNRRRrrRR….” Annabelle seethed with rage. She wiggled against the ticklish tentacle against her belly, but each movement of her hips sent sparking pain through her butt full of tentacle.

                The tentacle reached lower, down her belly, past her waist, reaching a sensitive area, rubbing itself across the folds it found there.

                Annabelle’s face was burning bright red. She squeezed her eyes shut, but the tentacle was finding every sensitive, favorite spot. It curved inward finding a new opening, a looser, more lubricated opening. Annabelle tried to close her legs, but they were bound by tentacles.

                SSLURRRPPP

                “MMNNHHHH!!!”

                Annabelle moaned into her scuba mask. Her eyes rolled back. The tentacle entered her and was wiggling against the very limits of her body. The writhing, warm arm was stretching her and rubbing against every surface of her walls. The tentacle in her pussy rubbed against the tentacle in her ass through her body, each movement between the two sending aching, painful, sparking, gasping, humiliating pleasure through her body, sparking up through her heart and brain.  

                She bit into the suba mask, trying to control her breathing, the involuntary reactions of her body to the double invasion of pain and pleasure dominating her holes, when suddenly.

                “Look! The tentacruel is tickling her!”

                Annabelle looked down. A crowd was starting to form outside the tank. A school tour group was taking photos of her with their disposable cameras while their spindly teacher was staring, completely awestruck with her wobbly knees bumping against each over.

                “MMNNRRMM-NNII!!” Annabelle snarled at the growing crowd, but the tentacles squirmed with new intensity inside her and her eyes rolled back.

                The tentacruel, annoyed by the gasping chattering people outside the tank, pushed Annabelle against the wall, squashing her boobs against the glass. The zipper of Annabelle’s jumpsuit, finally strained and exploded, releasing her giant boobs.

                The crowd all took a step back in shock. Annabelle’s naked boobs squished against aquarium while the squirming tentacles rubbed her up and down the wall while convulsing within her.

                “MMNNRRGG!!” Annabelle clenched her teeth and fumed as her body convulsed and spasmed against her will in front of dozens of horrified aquarium visitors.

***

                “Hello?” Cecelia leaned inside the doorway. “They said I should meet the gym leader here.”

                The floors of the room were concrete, and the center of the floor was taken up by a thirty-foot-long pool. Floating circular discs sat in the water, one at each end of the pool. At the far end of the pool, her feet dangling in the water, was Mari. Mari looked up from her phone. She was still wearing her one-piece swimsuit, but a towel was draped over her shoulders and her hair, her soft dark hair was all messy and feathery. A little purse sat a few feet from her.

                “You’re in the right place! Already to get the match started?”

                “huh?” Cecelia coughed, snapping back to reality. She was imagining, toweling off Mari, running her fingers through her short hair, only the towel between them, holding her close and breathing in deep while her fingers massaged her scalp and she moaned.

                “I-I’m ready,” she sputtered.

                Mari arched an eyebrow at Cecelia and pulled her feet out of the water. She walked over to her purse, walking on the balls of her feet like a ballerina. She pulled out two pokeballs from her bag, and then she stretched, her hands over her head, pushing her chest forward, tensing every muscle so that her body shuddered and shook with subtle vibrations. Her swimsuit stretched around her tensing body, leaving nothing to the imagination. The fabric grew taught around her breasts and rode up between her legs as she arched her body forward, a crease forming as it dug up into her pussy.

                Then she moaned, high in her throat, and Cecelia grabbed at her chest. Her own body was aching with deep, primal, pathetic need. Her knees shook, and blood spurted out of her nose.

                “This is… this is how I die…” Cecelia thought, swaying on her feet.

                Mari stared at the wobbling disaster woman on the other end of the pool, completely oblivious that she was the cause of her reaction.

                “Oh my god, are you okay?”

                Cecelia coughed. She wiped the blood from her nose with her sleeve. “It’s okay! I’m fine! Just allergies! Yeah! Allergies!”

                Mari nodded and smiled, but it was more like a pitying wince. She threw her first pokéball out onto the floating platform. The ball burst open and a floating, pink, birdlike pokémon emerged.

                “The battle is two on two! Choose your first pokémon!”

                Cecelia looked at the floating pink thing. She had never seen it before. It looked like a bird. Or a flower. Her vision was still hazy from post-horny blood loss. “I can’t… I can’t look up what that thing is,” Cecelia thought. “I can’t admit that I don’t know what it is. That would be too embarrassing.” She reached to her belt and threw out a pokéball.

                “MRRRKKOW!” Murkrow shouted, happy to spread its wings.

                Mari looked at the bird pokémon with disapproval and confusion.

                “Murkrow use drill peck!” Cecelia shouted.

                Murkrow took off like a missile toward the pink creature, which barely dodged out of the way. It bobbed down and bounced off the surface off the water on its little pink feet, moving like a floating feather.

                Murkrow opened its wings, breaking in midair and flapping to reposition itself.

                 “Spritzee, use fairy wind!” Mari shouted.

                Cecelia took a half step forward. That thing’s a fairy type! She thought.

                “Murkrow, dodge it!” she said, but Murkrow was still reorienting itself after the missed drill peck. A gust of pink sparkly wind from the spritzee hit it head on.

                Murkrow frantically flapped in the air in pain. With the pool beneath them, falling into the water would mean an instant KO.

                “Spritzee! Use draining kiss!”

                The spritzee bounced on the surface of the water, ricocheting toward Murkrow and glowing with menacing pink energy.

                Murkrow barely dodged out of the way, but the spritzee descended and hit the water at the perfect angle, arcing up and back towards the escaping Murkrow. Its beak collided with Murkrow in a heart shaped explosion and Murkrow fell like a rock, unconscious, onto the surface of the water.

                “Murkrow!” Cecelia gasped. She returned the wet, defeated bird to its pokéball.

                Mari smiled, smug. “You should really learn type advantages if you want to compete in the Pokémon League,” she chuckled.

                Cecelia’s face was turning violent pink, but her brain was sparking. “It’s a water arena. This thing isn’t a water type, but whatever the next pokémon is, it will probably fight in the pool. Poliwhirl would be able to fight in the water, but it wouldn’t give me the type advantage. It might not be strong enough.”

                Her hand reached toward the fourth pokéball around her belt, and she tossed it onto the platform. The shape grew into the large and looming shape of her sawsbuck, the violent sawsbuck that wedgied her in the forest, that she was barely able to catch. Cecelia’s torn panties were still stretched across its branch-like antlers. It looked around at its surroundings, steadying itself on the platform, and then it turned and glared at Cecelia with eyes of pure hate.

                “What’s that around its antlers?” Mari laughed. “Were you using it to do your laundry?”

                Cecelia’s face turned from pink to chili pepper red.

                “Sawsbuck! USE MEGAHORN!” she shouted, trying to drown out Mari’s giggling.

                Sawsbuck just glared at Cecelia over its shoulder.

                “Draining kiss, spritzee” Mari said with a wave of her hand.

                Spritzee bounced over to sawsbuck using the surface of the water, but sawsbuck suddenly swung around with tremendous speed, jumping in the air and kicking the spritzee right in the face with a hoof the size of its body. Spritzee was rocketed through the air like a bullet and smacked against the concrete floor, bouncing twice before hitting the far wall with a crunch.

                Mari gasped.

                “OR JUMP KICK! Yeah! That’s good too!” Cecelia shouted, cheering on her pokémon. Sawsbuck snorted and lay down on the gently swaying floating platform. It curled up and started to sleep.

                “SAWSBUCK! You piece of shit! Wake up!” Cecelia screeched.

                Mari, meanwhile, had her second pokéball in her hand. She was glaring at Cecelia with eyes full of death. Her hand was gripped around her pokéball like a claw.

                “GO! Bruno, Jr.!” the pokéball opened and a wailmer popped out, materializing in the water. But, as immediately as it appeared it disappeared under the surface of the pool.

                Cecelia tried to follow it with her eyes, but it was completely gone. There was only the rippling of water, which began to grow and swirl. Whirlpools were forming across the entire surface of the pool. The floating platforms were drifting in the currents, but Cecelia wasn’t looking at them. She was looking across the pool at Mari, smirking Mari, her hands crossed in front of her.

                “This is your plan,” Cecelia thought. “If you set up whirlpools there’s no telling where the wailmer’s coming from. Any tell of where it’s going to surface is completely camouflaged!”

                “SAWSBUCK! You have to keep moving between platforms! It’s going to attack any moment!” Cecelia shouted.

                The sawsbuck lifted its head and looked at her with sleepy eyes.

                “That’s funny, but there’s no where to run in my whirlpools!” Mari said.

                With a sudden splash, wailmer leapt up of the water just behind sawsbuck. Sawsbuck barely jumped off the platform and onto the second one as the round whale pokémon crashed into the surface of the platform and bounced off it and into the still shifting water.

                The platform crunched under Bruno Jr.’s body, leaving an enormous dent like it had been hit by a wrecking ball.      

                Cecelia swallowed hard. Sawsbuck was on its feet. Both of them were scanning the surface of the water.

                “There has to be some kind of tell,” Cecelia thought. Sweat dripped down her face. One hit and sawsbuck was probably out, and everything she had worked for up to this point. All those weeks she had spent in the forest, all the time she spent dreaming that she could compete, that she could win outside of her hometown, all of that was going to come crashing down if she didn’t find out where the wailmer was going to strike from next.

                SPLASH

                The wailmer leapt out of the water inches from Cecelia’s feet. She jumped back in shock, letting out a horrified screech, completely surprised. But sawsbuck wasn’t. Its horns grew and the leaves glowed and it caught the bouncing wailmer with a pointblank horn leech attack.

                Green energy sparked between the horns and wailmer’s body, and the whale pokémon dropped into the pool, bobbing to the surface an instant later, but knocked out.

                Cecelia was hyperventilating on her knees, still not recovered from the jump scare. She reached out with one hand and returned the sawsbuck to its pokéball.

                “I didn’t see it. It was right under my nose, and I didn’t know.”

                Mari glared wordlessly at Cecelia. She grabbed a badge out of her purse and held it out to her.

                “You have won the Safari badge,” she said through her teeth.

                Cecelia got up to grab the badge, still stunned. It was made of three circles, yellow, green, and blue, each representing a different biome of the Safari Zone.

                Then the door burst open. An aquarium employee ran into the room, completely out of breath. “Are you Cecelia?!”

                Cecelia nodded.

                “Professor Burgandy is on a video call! He says its an emergency!”

                “Professor Burgandy?” Cecelia and Mari said in unison.

***

                Cecelia and Mari huddled in front of the computer in the Safari Zone security offices. Cecelia was trying very hard to breath normally even though Mari was pressing her body so close to hers. A security guard sat on a chair next to them. On the Professor’s screen police officers were walking back and forth across the labs.

                “Cecelia! I’m so glad to hear that you’re all right! And Mari! It’s good to see you again! I’m glad you’re here! This concerns you too!”

                “Why wouldn’t I be all right professor? What’s going on!”

`               “Well, we found that the computers here had been tampered with, first off! Someone had been accessing my personal files about the tablet from Suiboku City.”

                “The tablet my mother found?” Mari asked.

                “You mother?” Cecelia asked.

                “Mari’s mother is an archeologist. She led the team that discovered the tablet,” Professor Burgandy explained. “After an attack on my lab, I entrusted the tablet to Cecelia-“

                “Why would you give it to her?” Mari scoffed.

                “h-hey…” Cecelia said.

                “Cecelia proved herself very competent during the attack,” Professor Burgandy said. “But if these hacking attempts are true, then emails I sent back to the archeological team have been apprehended. Team Rocket probably knows that you have the tablet and may be moving to attack you! You haven’t seen anything out of the ordinary, have you?”

                The security guard coughed and leaned in, so he was in view. “Actually professor, while Mari was performing, this trespasser was caught in the tentacruel tanks.”

                Blushing, the security guard held up a photo to the webcam. It was of Annabelle, her boobs squashed against the glass while being swarmed by tentacles.

                “Oh. Oh my,” Professor Burgandy said. “That’s her. The Team Rocket person who attacked my lab.”

                Cecelia, eyes not leaving the photo, held her sleeve up to her nose to stop her nosebleed.

                “Annabthelle…” she said completely muffled through the fabric.

                Mari’s completely shocked face looked at the photo once and then turned away, refusing to look at it anymore with disapproval painting her features.

                The security guard put the photo away.

                “We were able to get her away from the tentacruel, but she used an abra to teleport away.”

                Professor Burgandy nodded. “I’m sorry to have put you in danger, Cecelia. I think it would be best if you leave the tablet with Mari. She can deliver it, or I can send someone to pick it up later.”

                “Hey!” Cecelia said, wiping her nose one last time, and standing up. “You entrusted me to deliver it, and I’m going to deliver it! It’s my job, and I’m not scared of this bitch from Team Rocket!”

                “But Cecelia…” Professor Burgandy said.

                “Listen to me Professor! They’re going to be after me whether I leave it here or not! If the tablet stays with me, at least they won’t know where I’m going when I leave this city. There’s a ton of different paths and they can’t cover all of them.”

                The professor nodded, thinking. “That is a good point. Castello is the only possible route you could have taken, but there are many highways out of Castello that go throughout the region…”

                Mari stood up. “Then I’m coming too!”

                “What? Why?” Cecelia said. She looked down at Mari, her fiery eyes meeting her own. Her soft face inches away. Her eyes drifted down to Mari’s neck, her chest, before forcibly going back up to her eyes.

                “Because I don’t trust you with it,” Mari said.

                Cecelia sat back in her chair, defeated and deflated. She crossed her arms in front of herself in a pout.

                “That’s a great idea, Mari! Safety in numbers! I’m sure that together you’ll both keep that tablet safe!”

                The professor’s webcam clicked off.

                Mari turned to the pouting Cecelia. “Let me get my things. We’re leaving immediately.”

***

                Cecelia paced around the front of the Safari Zone. Her mind was stormy, swirling between dozens of thoughts. Poliwhirl was pacing behind her, mimicking her slumped forward stork walk. A taxi waited in front of them, and the meter was ticking.

                The front doors of the Safari Zone opened, and Mari stepped out.

                “Okay, I’m ready!”

                She carried a duffel bag over her shoulder and sneakers on her feet, but she was still wearing her one-piece, skintight swimsuit.

                Cecelia looked puzzled. “We’re not in that big of a rush, Mari. You could have changed.”

                Mari walked past her. “What do you mean, change? This is what I normally wear. It’s the most comfortable for me.”

                Mari opened the taxi door and bent over the put her dufflebag inside. Her swimsuit rode up her round buttcheeks, exposing more and more flesh and folding inside her perfect buttcrack.

                Cecelia, who was staring, grabbed at her nose as it began to bleed again.

                Poliwhirl glared up at her before punching her in the knee with its boxing glove hand.

                “OW!” Cecelia hopped up and down while grabbing at her knee, and she met her pokémon’s disapproving glare with a glare of her own.

                “Stop playing around!” Mari shouted from taxi. “We’ve got places to be!”

Chapter Text

The sand under the beach blanket shifted as Cecelia stretched across its surface before curling up into a sleepy ball. The parasol above provided a cone of shade, and the breeze blowing across the water was cool and pleasant across Cecelia's sweaty skin. She was wearing a t-shirt with a gangar on the front and a pair of pink bikini bottoms that were riding up slightly into her cheeks. Her long, stubbly legs were pulled up to her slender chest. Her pokéballs were shrunken and attached to a strap running around her wrist. She hadn't had time to shave in weeks, and she didn't really care, just like she didn't care about the background noise from the beach goers all around her. The kids yards away with their pet marill making sandcastles and shouting at their parents. The volleyball team higher up the dunes whooping with every hit. Feet crunching across the sand as people walked up and down the beach with their families and loved ones. The wingull calling as they glided on the air. A parasailer was soaring high above the beach, pulled by a tiny boat out in the bay. But it was all background noise under the bubble of her umbrella.

                Cecelia and Mari had been backpacking down the long highway running up the bay that led north. The sun had been baking them as they trudged through the blinding light. To their right was the glistening sand and water, tantalizing them. Cecelia eventually suggested that they take a break on the beach and Mari begrudgingly agreed. She had wanted to put more distance between them and Castello City in case Team Rocket would try to steal the tablet, but even the athletic gym leader of the Safari Zone was melting in the sun.

                "You look like a cat," Mari laughed.

                Cecelia raised her head. Her eyes bugged out.  Mari, perfect Mari, was standing over her and every curve of her swimsuit clad body was accentuated from her worm’s eye view below her. Cecelia swallowed hard and her eyes darted around, trying not to stare. Mari, obvious turned around, presenting her round butt and tight swimsuit-clad pussy, which descended, settling down right in front of Cecelia's face. Her eyes worked in slow motion, capturing every subtle squish of buttflesh against the beach blanket, every stretch and tug of the one-piece swimsuit against her the soft cheeks.

                Coughing, Cecelia jerked up to a sitting position. Her hand went to her nose. It wasn't bleeding. She had been getting better at controlling herself around Mari, now that they had been traveling for a couple of days, but her nipples were still prodding at her t-shirt, and she felt very flushed.

                Mari pulled a bottle of water from her backpack, which was sitting next to Cecelia's. Cecelia's eyes followed her every movement. Her fingers and arms and shoulders.

                "I've seen the way you look at me."

                Mari said.

                Cecelia took a sharp inhale through her nose.

                "What?"

                Mari turned to Cecelia, leaning over her, trapping Cecelia with her arm propping her up against the blanket. Her face, the curved corners of her dark eyes, her soft lips, her adorable bushy eyebrows. Cecelia seemed to shrink under the shorter woman and her approaching face.

                "I want to love every inch of you," Mari said.

                Mari's lips greeted Cecelia's as Mari pulled her body on top of hers.

                "MmMM!" Cecelia gasped in shock, for an instant, but her mouth hungrily locked against Mari's, tasting her while breathing deep, taking in the sweaty sweet smell of Mari's hair, her barely clothed body pressing against her, her boobs pressing against Cecelia's through her shirt, Mari's legs interlocking with her own, her thigh parting Cecelia's legs and pressing against her crotch. Cecelia spasmed at the sudden contact. Mari pulled her lips away from her and pressed her face and against Cecelia's, running her soft cheek against Cecelia’s, her nose nuzzling Cecelia's blazing ears, her mouth finding Cecelia's neck and kissing, licking, moving down. Cecelia's hands ran down Mari's back, her taut muscular back while her legs hugged Mari's, her hands finding Mari's buttcheeks, grasping their softness. She squirmed, greeting Mari's body with her own, her boobs against Mari's boobs, her wet electric crotch gently grinding against Mari's thigh. Mari's hands ran across Cecelia's ribcage, her belly, her hips, her lips reached Cecelia's collarbone and Cecelia moaned, Mari shifted on top of her, Cecelia grasping at her boobs, Mari's left hand slipping into Cecelia's bikini bottoms, fingers gliding across and into her wet folds, Cecelia moaning, eyes watering, tugging the stretchy swimsuit off Mari with clawed hands running across her sweating body-

                "Cecelia! Cecelia!"

                A splash of water hit Cecelia right in the face. She looked around, eyes unfocused. Her face was bright red, and steam was rising out of her ears like twin teakettles. Mari was sitting in front of her, water bottle in hand and concern on her face.

                "Are you okay?! You spaced out for a second! I thought you were getting heat stroke."

                Cecelia coughed. A cloud of horny steam sputtered out of her bright red, humiliated face.

                "i'm fine..." she croaked. She tried to shift her legs, closing them together to hide the dripping slickness of her pussy clinging and seeping through her bottoms. She grabbed her backpack and held it in front of her chest.

                Mari seemed unconvinced. She grabbed Cecelia's wrist and tugged her out of the protective umbrella. Cecelia, gangly knees knocked together, stood awkwardly on the sand. She hugged her backpack. She was feeling very vulnerable and needed to desperately be alone, but Mari pulled her toward the water.

                "Come on, you need to cool off!"

                Words caught in her throat, Cecelia stumbled after her. She tried to avoid eye contact with all the other beachgoers, especially as she felt her own juices run down the inside of her thigh. Instead, she turned her eyes to the sky where she noticed the paraglider for the first time. A woman was sitting in the paraglider seat tied to the parachute. She was wearing a floral print bikini - white with pink lotuses. Her boobs were gigantic, and she had absurd twin tails curled into drills. A spinarak was sitting in her lap. Before Cecelia could react a long tendril of spider web shot out from the spinarak and stuck to her backpack clasped to her chest.

                "NOO!" Cecelia shouted. Her hands grasped around the backpack shoulder strap as it was pulled away. The backpack contained not only all her belongings, but also the secret tablet Team Rocket had been trying so hard to get their hands on!

                Annabelle squeezed her spinarak in her hands. Her face was decorated with a vicious grin, and she yanked on the creature, trying to pull the backpack out of Cecelia's grip while the boat on the bay started to take off to the open water, tugging the paraglide away from the beach.

                Mari immediately understood what was happening and hopped up, grabbing the other shoulder strap of the backpack and pulling it back toward the ground with her full flexing weight in a desperate tug-of-war. But the backpack wasn't in the best condition. It was stitched and sewn together after being ripped apart by Sawsbuck in the forest.

                The seams strained for a second under the weight of the two girls before popping and the two shoulder straps ripped clean off. Cecelia and Mari fell to the sand ass-first while the backpack went flying up into Annabelle's hands.

                "EAT MY ASS, LOSERS!" Annabelle yelled from the paraglider, which was quickly growing smaller as it was pulled out to sea.

                Cecelia scrambled to her feet, running after Annabelle on the sand.

                "WE CAN'T LET HER GET AWAY!" Mari shouted, taking off after her.

                From the paraglider, Annabelle was digging through the backpack and tossing Cecelia's belongings over the side. Cecelia's panties and bras fluttered down onto the surprised and shocked beachgoers.

                Several very explicit and dogeared manga volumes thumped down onto the sand from her backpack. Cecelia scooped up what she could in her mad dash. Her stomach squirmed with impotent embarrassment and rage. Her eyes watered. The beachgoers that were overcoming the shock of underwear raining down on them were busy snickering at Cecelia's panicked humiliation.

                Above, Annabelle finally pulled the case containing the tablet from the backpack. She was grinning so hard it looked like her face was going to break. She tossed the rest of the backpack over her shoulder where it fell onto the sand, and she clutched the case. She tapped on her earpiece.

                "I've got it, full steam ahead!"

                In the boat, Team Rocket member Timothy tapped on his own earpiece. "Roger that!" The skinny, barely 5'5" team rocket member pressed the throttle of the speedboat to maximum. He was wearing a bright red speedo with a black R across his crotch. Suntan lotion was smeared under his eyes in two fat rectangles.

                The boat took off, bouncing across the water at full speed.

                Annabelle gave the shrinking form of Cecelia the middle finger as she was pulled away. Cecelia ground her teeth together. She had scooped up her useless backpack in her hands. She threw a pokéball from her wrist.

                "MURKROW!"

                Murkrow appeared and took off like a rocket at Annabelle, but Annabelle's earpiece glowed and sparked. Just as Murkrow was within range, an electric form emerged from the earpiece, taking the shape of a grinning Rotom.

                "Rotom, use thunderbolt!" the voice of Timothy said through the earpiece. Electricity sparked from the ghost pokémon to Murkrow, and the bird pokémon plummeted to the ground, instantly KO'd.

                "Murkrow!" Cecelia cried. She returned the falling Murkrow to her pokéball. She could hear Annabelle cackling from the paraglider.

                “OH-HOHOHOHOHO!”

                "Cecelia, we need to stop that boat!" Mari was already on the water, squatting on her wailmer Bruno Jr. The whale pokémon took off in pursuit, cutting across the waves with Mari riding him like a surfboard.

                "Right!" Cecelia said. She ran up and grabbed a boogey board from a slack jawed surfer boy.

                "Hey!"  he shouted, but Cecelia ignored him. She threw a pokéball, making poliwhirl materialize in the surf. Taking a rope from her backpack, Cecelia looped it around poliwhirl and tied it to the boogey board.

                "After that boat!" she commanded. Poliwhirl warbled in reply and took off across the water; Cecelia clung belly first to the boogey as she was pulled along.

                In the boat, Timothy pressed a button on an automatic engine connected to the paraglider. It whirled and slowly started to pull in the long rope connecting Annabelle to the boat. Then, he ran to the console and picked up a Team Rocket pokéball in his hand.

                "All right, Abra," he said to the ball. "Almost time for us to get out of he-EERR!" the boat suddenly shuddered and creaked and veered off course. The pokéball fell out of his hands and rolled away across the floor.

                Timothy righted himself and looked over the side. Mari and Bruno had caught up to the boat and Bruno was summoning swirling whirlpools across the water, making the motorboat bounce and twist as it sped across the surface. Mari glared at the Team Rocket Member with fiery determination.

                "r-Rotom!" Timothy said, summoning Rotom from his earpiece. Cackling, the electric pokemon started shooting bolts of electricity at Mari and Bruno. The two were able to dodge nearly every lightning bolt before Bruno was hit in the face and careened off into the distance.

                Timothy sighed and leaned against the edge of the boat as the whirlpools dissipated and the water started to smooth. Turning, he saw that Annabelle was almost reeled in, but a new figure was approaching, cutting through the water with powerful strokes and pulling a frizzy haired woman behind it. The woman was holding a purplish glob over her head, arching her arm back against the waves.

                "GO, GOOMY!" she shouted.

                The slimy snail dragon soared through the air and stuck to Timothy's face with a snotty splat.

                "MMNNRRRR!!!" he screamed, trying to pull it off and flailing around. He squirmed and twisted and fell over the side, but the front edge of his speedo caught on the tow hitch of the back of the boat. His speedo stretched out in front of him as his heels dug into the bouncing waves. His hands grabbed at his crotch, and he screamed into Goomy as he was towed behind boat while standing upright in a ballbusting front wedgie!

                "NNRRRRRRHH!!!" he howled. The elastic material and the speed of his boat crushed his sensitive orbs in a vice that sent screaming, sickening, crushing pain through his entire body. 

                Poliwhirl and Cecelia were gaining. She looked at the screaming, Team Rocket member and winced. Reaching out with her pokéball, she returned Goomy, which gave Timothy the opportunity to scream, in a now high-pitched voice:

                "ROTOM! STOP THE BOAT!"

                Rotom darted into the boat's electric controls. The controls sparked and the speed went from full speed to zero instantly. The sudden stopping jerk caused Timothy's speedo to stretch and snap and the now naked man was flung backwards into the air by the momentum. His stubby dick and crushed balls flopping around, he soared backward to the beach.

                Annabelle, still on the paraglider but rapidly approaching the boat, watched him fly past her with disgust on her face.

                "Stupid bastard."

                "WWOAAH-AAAHHHH!!!" Timothy screamed. Her flew over the beachgoers before crashlanding in  the volleyball court with a sandy explosion.

                The volleyball girls coughed, and when the dust settled, Timothy was revealed buried face first in the sand. His skinny naked ass and legs stuck up into the air. His upside-down dick and balls were pointed right at them. He kicked his legs helplessly and his junk flopped around.

                "EEWWWW!!"

                "FUCKING PERVERT!"

                "GET HIS BALLS!" the girls screamed. Clawed hands pulled his legs apart and stamping, angry feet crushed his balls into the sand while Timothy spasmed with each crushing pain and his muffled screams echoed through the ground.

                Annabelle, meanwhile, was only about eight feet above the boat. Looking at Cecelia approaching the stopped boat, she grit her teeth and leaped from the paraglider. She fell with an ungraceful thud onto the boat.

                "OWW!" she grunted. Securing her bikini top around her still jostling boobs, then hunched over to search for Abra's pokeball so she could teleport away.

                Cecelia saw her leap onto the boat, and she knew that Annabelle could escape any second.

                "Poliwhirl! You need to go faster, please!"

                Straining, panting, poliwhirl pushed against the water's surface, picking up one final burst of speed. As it took off, though, Cecelia felt the water tugging at her bikini bottoms. She felt the fabric pulled down and her ass and pussy freed against the water. The bottoms clung around her thighs for a second before all sensation of them against her skin was gone. Face becoming flushed, she turned around and saw the pink floating remains of her bottoms on the water, becoming smaller and smaller, but there was no turning back now. The boat was only a few feet away, eight feet, seven feet, six feet, four feet.

                One hand covering her pussy, Cecelia crawled onto the boat and flopped over the side onto the deck. Her bare, jiggling ass smacked against the deck. Poliwhirl, exhausted, floated belly-up in the water.

                "Well look who we have here," Annabelle said. "It looks like you forgot something."

                Cecelia tried to cover her butt with her hand. Completely soaked and blushing, she pulled herself to her feet while covering her crotch and ass. Her knees knocked together defensively. Barely seven feet separated her from Annabelle.

                "Give me back the tablet!"

                Annabelle held the tablet case under her arm.

                "I don't fucking think so. Do you know what I went through to get this stupid thing?"

                Cecelia nodded. "Yeah, I saw the photos with the tentacruel and the uh..." her voice trailed off as the image of Annabelle, topless, writhing, and double penetrated by tentacles filled her brain. She felt her heart race and her eyes dart around Annabelle's tall, busty, imposing form.

                Annabelle recognized the dazed expression on Cecelia's face, and her lip curled. "You sick little bitch! You made a mistake coming out here to face me!"

                But Cecelia, in checking out Annabelle, noticed the Team Rocket pokéball roll across the bobbing deck of the ship, resting right between Annabelle's legs. Without thinking she dove for it, arms reaching out, grasping it in her hands, and her head, accidentally, colliding with Annabelle's pussy.

                "OUGHHH!!" Her clit was crushed against Cecelia's skull in a lip-parting, pelvis-shaking headbutt, and she doubled over trying to grab at her crotch, falling on top of Cecelia in the process.

                "Give me that ball!" she gasped in a squawking voice.

                Cecelia extend her arms, keeping the ball away from the fuming woman scrambling on top of her, clawing at her arms, sliding across her body, smothering her with her boobs. One of Annabelle's hand was still gripping the case, while the other was reaching for the ball. Cecelia's unshaven, pussy was wet, aching, as the two of them wrestled against each over in a mad mass of fumbling, slapping, writhing bodies.

                "MMmmMMM!!" Cecelia moaned, high in her throat, hungrily huffing at the boobs suffocating her.

                "You disgusting fucking pervert," Annabelle grunting, crawling over Cecelia, her hand finally reaching across and grabbing at Cecelia's fingers, trying to pry them from the ball, and Cecelia's grip, overcome by bliss was starting to loosen.

                Annabelle wrenched the ball out of Cecelia's hand and held it over her head. She stood over Cecelia, so over taken by victory that she was able to ignore, the prone, wriggling Cecelia between her legs with cartoon hearts in her eyes. Annabelle’s thumb went to open the pokéball when there was a sudden grip on the seat of her bikini bottoms.

                Annabelle turned to see a floating spritzee grab the waistband of her panties in its little beak before wrenching them up over her head in an atomic wedgie.

                "YEEEOOWWWW!!" Annabelle howled. Her bottoms stretched into a thong, slicing up against her crack with a sudden burning electric pain. Her bottoms were pulled down in the front tightening around her still sore clit. The pain was so sudden, so violating, that the ball fell from her hand.

                Cecelia, awakened from her boob-induced daze by the howl of pain, suddenly realized Annabelle's vulnerable position: legs spread above her. Summoning all her strength, Cecelia's leg swung up and crushed Annabelle's pussy with her shin.

                "AAAiiEEE-EEKK!" The tablet case fell from her hand, and Annabelle flopped over onto her back, unconscious and foaming at the mouth.

                Cecelia stood up. Over the side of the boat, Mari and Bruno Jr. were swimming in the water. Cecelia waved to them.

                “Thanks for the save!”  

                Mari covered her face, giggling.

                Cecelia looked down, realizing that her wave had tugged her t-shirt up over her waist and her belly and bare pussy were completely exposed. Biting her lip, she yanked the shirt down in the front with both hands, but that still made the t-shirt tighten around her boobs and leave nothing of their shape and her erect nipples to the imagination.

                "Don't be so embarrassed!" Mari laughed. "We're all girls here."

                She tossed a balled-up piece of fabric onto the boat.

                "Here! I found them about to float out to sea!"

                Cecelia unraveled the pink ball until it took the shape of her bikini bottoms again. Her face was beaming with relief, she ducked down to tug them back onto her legs.

***

                The police were leading a handcuffed Annabelle and Timothy into the police cars. A crowd had gathered, not only because it was an arrest of two dreaded Team Rocket Members, but because of the state they were both in. They were both barely conscious. Timothy was still naked, and his balls were red-purple and swollen. Cum dribbled out of his dick, squashed out of his tortured balls by athletic volleyball girl feet. Annabelle was still doubled over, bound in her atomic wedgie.

                "So, I guess you'll be heading back to Castello City now that Team Rocket's caught?" Cecelia asked. She and Mari were watching the show with ice cream cones in their hands. Cecelia was frowning despite the ice cream.

                Mari shrugged. "I don't know. It's been forever since I've been out on the road. And this is all so much more exciting then feeding the fish at the aquarium."

                Cecelia perked up. "Really?"

                Mari licked her ice cream. "Of course! So, I think I'll stick around for a little bit longer. Besides, someone needs to keep an eye on you, between your allergies and your heat stroke and your wardrobe malfunctions...."

                Cecelia turned bright red. The ice cream steamed and melted in her hand from her embarrassment, but she was smiling. 

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                Dusk settled on the swamp. A canoe drifted through the brackish green water. Twisted, ancient trees cast shadows on the water in the gloom. The air was filled with the distance buzz on yanma. Standing in the canoe, a pokémon trainer was unbuttoning her cargo shorts. She looked around the swamp, nervous. Her ducklett was sitting at the front of the canoe, keeping watch.

                With a sigh, the trainer lowered her shorts and sweaty granny panties down to her knees. Bending over, she gently placed her round, tanned ass onto the edge of the canoe. Her cheeks and her pink pussy dangled over the water.

                She took a deep breath and soon the trickling sound of piss hitting the surface of the water filled the still air. The yellow stream was creating ripples as it hit the water, but the ripples suddenly grew larger and larger. A shape was emerging from the water, right under her wide and round suspended asscheeks. It had six glowing red eyes, and its face was like a warped frog face covered in slimy scales and fungus. It rose out of the water, the camper obliviously pissing onto its face, showering it with the urine from her slick folds.

                The trainer’s ducklett could see the emerging shape from the front of the boat and started flapping in the air, quacking wildly.

                “What is it, ducklett?” the trainer said. She stood up, still bent over slightly.

                In that instant, the full nine-foot height of the monster rose from the water with a splash, nearly capsizing the canoe and sending the trainer tumbling face first into the canoe, her naked ass and pussy pointing to the sky. Her cheeks jiggling from the impact, she turned her face to look behind her with complete horror.

                The monster’s mouth was opening, and a fiery inferno of roasting flames shot forward onto the trainer’s presented behind.

                “YEEEOOOWWW!!!”

***

                The highways were a tangled mess of concrete trails suspended over the swampy forest. It was a massive industrial knot of overpasses and underpasses with paths leading out in every possible direction. Every inch of the concrete was covered in honking cars. The air was so thick and toxic it made a hazy fog. Koffing and weezing floated through the murky air like it was their natural habitat, completely at home in the fumes.

                In the middle of traffic, Cecelia and Mari were sitting in the back of a taxi, bored and frustrated. The driver didn’t seem to notice their growing annoyance.

                “Where are you girls heading?” the driver asked with a smile.

                “Los Lobos,” Cecelia said absently. Her face was smushed against the glass, trying to see how far the traffic jam reached.

                “Is the traffic always like this?” Mari asked. Her arms were crossed over herself. She was wearing her preferred outfit, a black one piece swimsuit, and she was fuming with rage.

                "Pretty much," the driver said. "This is one of the main ways to get from the southern part of the region to the north. It's always congested. Although it has been getting worse ever since those swamp monster attacks."
                “Monster attacks?” Cecelia perked up. She pulled her squashed face away from the glass with a POP.

                “You mean pokémon attacks, right?” Mari said.

                "Nah, they don't think it's a pokémon," the taxi driver said. "Here."

                He grabbed a newspaper from the passenger seat and handed it back to them. On the front page was a profile shot of a trainer. She was in the process of being led into an ambulance on a gurney. Her cargo shorts were around her knees, and her large, naked, roasted ass was sticking up in the air. She was clearly whimpering in pain and embarrassment. The headline read "SWAMP MONSTER STRIKES AGAIN, BURNS TRAINER BUTT."

                Cecelia arched an eyebrow. She was starting to vibrate with excitement. Mari rolled her eyes.

                "It's probably just an overgrown feraligatr or something," she said.

                The taxi driver chuckled. "That breathes fire? That doesn't sound like a water pokémon to me."

                "Maybe it's an undiscovered pokémon!" Cecelia said, her eyes still focusing on the photo of the unfortunate woman's ass, but her voice was rising with each word.

                "They don't think it is a pokémon," the driver said. "All pokémon identification equipment doesn't get a reading from it. It’s something else."

                Mari made a scoffing sound, but Cecelia's eyes were huge with wonder.

                "It used to be that travelers would rent a canoe and a guide and go northwest through the swamp,” the driver continued. “But everyone's too scared to now. No one wants to risk-"

                The taxi driver turned around, suddenly realizing that the one of the back doors of his taxi was swinging in the breeze. Cecelia was gone, vanishing back down the highway to wherever she could rent a canoe. Mari also suddenly noticed Cecelia's empty but she could only sigh.

***

                The black cube of Far Reach Prison sat on a small rocky island in the middle of the sea. Lightning crashed in the stormy skies above and surf broke against the slick, sheer cliffs.

                Inside, Annabelle was standing under a shower head, letting the water wash over her naked body. The showers had no stalls or partitions in Far Reach, only rusted shower heads pointing out of the walls. Her blond hair, normally in her twin drills, was wet and straight, hanging in a long, wet waterfall down to the midpoint of her tight, slender ass.

                She bent forward slightly, shrinking her tall frame so that the water washed across her entire  face. Her hand clasped a large bar of soap, a white brick, and she rubbed it across the surface and then the undersides of her enormous boobs.

                “Hey, new bitch!”

                Annabelle turned.

                Three other inmates were standing in the shower room. They were wearing towels, and all of the skin they had exposed was covered in tattoos.

                “What do you want?” Annabelle rolled her eyes.

                The three women moved forward. “You’re Team Rocket, right? My sister had her pokémon stolen by you motherfuckers.”

                Annabelle stepped out of the water and stood in front of the head inmate. She was much taller than her. The inmate’s face was barely level with her tits.

                “Did she?” Annabelle said, sticking her chest out. “That sounds like her problem.”

                The inmate grit her teeth. She stood up on her tiptoes and leaned forward to lift her face over Annabelle’s boobs. Her chin supported by Annabelle’s cleavage, she glared up into her eyes. She was bristling with rage in spite of how stupid she looked trying to intimidate the larger woman.

                “You talk tough, but I think it’s time for you to learn how things work in here.”

                At those words, Annabelle’s arm lashed out, her hand curled into a fist around her soap, ready to use it like a bludgeoning tool. But the other inmates grabbed her hands, pulling them to her sides, yanking her arm out of its arc. The bar of soap thudded to the ground, knocked from her grip. They kicked Annabelle’s legs apart with their feet and spread her open. Annabelle’s eyes darted down to her little naked peachy pussy and then up to the head inmate swinging her leg back.

                “OH Nooo-OUGGHHH!” she yelled.

                WHAMMM

                The inmate’s naked knee slammed into her pussy, crushing her clit and peeling and yanking her lips apart with stinging stretching pain. Annabelle felt the rough skin of the inmate’s knee against her soft inner lips for a split, humiliating second. Her hips and knees shuddered from the impact. Her pussy spasmed with aching pain.

                The inmates let go of her arms and she fell boobs-first into the linoleum, her face twisted in an angry, wincing grimace. Her long legs splayed and bent in every direction. Her skinny ass was pointing upward, her cheeks doing nothing to cover her winking asshole. Her pussy lips were already turning red and inflamed.

                “Hey, looks like she dropped something!” one of the inmates said. She held up the big bar in her hand.

                “We should probably return it!” the head inmate said.

                Annabelle turned her head. “NO! WAiAAAIIEEE!!!”

                SHUNCK

                The head inmate shoved the girthy bar right up Annabelle’s asshole, stretching her poor ring into a painful, burning rectangle around its shape. Half of the bar was shoved up her ass with the one motion. Annabelle’s rectum stung from the soap. She could taste the chemical smell of it through her ass.

                On her knees, the head inmate gripped the protruding bar of soap and twisted it into Annabelle’s ass, inching it deeper into her.

                “OOUHHGGHHH!!” Annabelle howled. Her eyes were crossed, and her mouth was a gasping O shape.

                “Looks like it won’t go any deeper,” one of the inmates observed, leaning in for a better look.

                “We’ll just see about that!” the head inmate said.

                She stood up and lifted her leg, her foot hovering over the bar of soap. And then she brought her foot down, slamming her heel down onto the white brick.

                The bar disappeared completely up Annabelle’s ass with a meaty SSHLLURRKPP!!

                “AAAAIIEEEEAAAaAA!!!”

***

                Annabelle hobbled back to her cell. She was dressed in her black-and-white striped prison jumpsuit. She leaned against the gray walls for support with one hand. With the other she grabbed at her sore ass. As she shuffled down the hall, the snickering voices of the other inmates she passed followed her, and she could only grit her teeth with rage.

                Her hair was still wet and dripping. Shaking her head quickly like a dog and throwing water across the floor, her hair sprung back into drills like two springs.

                A guard turned into the hall and pointed at her.

                “You!” she said. “Your lawyer’s waiting for you! Visiting room 3!”

                Annabelle arched her eyebrows. “My lawyer?”

***

                Timothy was sitting in one of the two chairs in front of the glass. He was wearing a similar prison jumpsuit. He looked up at Annabelle with fear in his eyes.

                On the other side of the glass was a tiny woman, barely five-foot. She was wearing black shiny dress pants that reached all the way to her boobs where they were fastened with a belt buckle. The belt buckle was in the shape of a pointed R. The sleeves of her blouse ended in lacy waves, and she wore a visor across her eyes. It was a solid strip of black matte material, with no visible openings to see throug.

                Annabelle very gingerly and very slowly lowered herself into the chair next to Timothy.

                The visitor snapped her fingers.

                The guards rushed out of the room, leaving just the three of them.

                The visitor picked up the telephone on her side of the glass. Timothy picked up the phone on their side and held it between himself and Annabelle.

                “Hello Chief,” Timothy said.

                “Shut up.”

                “okay,” Timothy said, hanging his head.

                The Chief snarled. “You two really fucked this up, you know that?”

                Annabelle glared back at her. “That lanky bitch just got lucky! Get us out of here and we can get that fucking tablet!”

                “She did not get lucky. You were both defeated and humiliated. Multiple times. Because of your failure we have completely lost track of her. The tablet could be anywhere in the region.”

                Annabelle leaned into the phone. She refused to break eye contact with the Chief’s visor. She was vibrating with rage.

                “That’s why you get us the fuck out of here. We can find that slut! Get you the fucking tablet! Do all of that shit! But we can’t do anything if we’re locked up in this godforsaken-“

                PPHHRRTBBBBB

                A long gurgling fart interrupted Annabelle’s rant. Soap bubbles floated up from her ass. She swallowed and her face turned bright red.

                The Chief chose to ignore this. Timothy looked at Annabelle’s ass with surprise and concern.

                “We, frankly, do not trust either of you. The Council will handle getting the tablet back.”

                Timothy and Annabelle both turned pale.

                “the council?” he asked in a whisper.

                PPHHRRBBTTTTBBB

                Annabelle’s aching ass voiced her own terror while releasing a stream of farting bubbles.

                “Yes. The Council.”

                “Geez, you really want that tablet,” Timothy said.

                The Chief stood up suddenly, almost knocking down her chair.

                “HEY!! WHAT the HELL ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO IN HERE!?” Annabelle shouted.

                PPPHHRRBBBBTT

                Soap bubbles were slowly filling the room on the other side of the glass.

                The Chief smiled. A practiced motion where her small mouth peeled back but the rest of her face didn’t move, and she bared her tiny, doll-like teeth.

                “You both claim you are so competent. Escape. While you are within these walls, you are both no longer members of Team Rocket.”

                She slammed down the phone, turned on her heel, and walked away.

                Timothy and Annabelle sat in a long sullen silence, which was only broken by yet another gurgling PPHHRRRFFTTBBBBBLBBB.

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                “The history runs deep in these swamps… yesss…..”

                The Ferry Woman hissed. Wrapped in a long-hooded robe, only her hands were visible as she stood at the back of the canoe and steered it through the swamps with a long pole. Her braxien sat at the front of the boat. It pointed its flaming branch forward. It was the beginning of sunset, but dark clouds and gnarled trees blotted out the light, making it seem much later.

                “The trees…. They speak to you if you listen… Yesss yess they do.”

                “Really?” Cecelia said. Her eyes were big and wide with wonder. Mari sat next her in the middle of the canoe. She brushed away a curious yanma that was flying right at her face.

                “Are you sure we’re going the right way?” Mari asked.

                “Oh yesss… the currents are in my blood…I can sense them… taste them… experience them with senses for which there are no names….” the Ferry Woman said.

                “Woah,” Cecelia said. Mari rolled her eyes.

                A clodshire slipped off the log and vanished into the murk, startled by the approach.

                “Do you know anything about the swamp monster?”

                Mari leaned toward Cecelia.

                “She doesn’t know anything, she’s fucking crazy…” she hissed, but Cecelia didn’t hear.

                “Yessss…. The swamp monster. There are many legends of a guardian of the swamp… defending it from outsiders. A strange creature… neither man nor pokémon…. Possibly something both…”

                Mari snorted. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

                The swamp opened up into a bay and beyond that was a pier extending to solid ground. The pier was lit with modern florescent lights, but it was small, only meant to hold a few boats. It was empty now except for a tiny one-person helicopter parked in the middle.

                “What’s that?” Cecelia asked.

                “Infernal contraption,” the Ferry Woman hissed. “The snake with legs rides it so he can fly above us, a snake turned vulture yessss…”

                Even Cecelia decided it was best to ignore that one.

                A trail led from the pier and into a forest. On that trail sat a house, an old gray unpainted house that looked abandoned except for the lights in the windows. HUXLEY INN read the creaking sign in front of the building.

                The canoe drifted to the pier.

                “We stop here,” the Ferry Woman said. “A storm approaches and I can carry you no further. It is still a day and a half to get through the ssswamp…”

                Mari and Cecelia climbed out of the canoe and onto the pier.

                “I will return in two daysss…. Then we will venture forth…”

                “Well thank you for taking us this far!” Cecelia waved as the Ferry Woman began to drift away back into the swamp.

                A sudden crash made both Cecelia and Mari jump and turn to the inn. Shouting and barking carried through the air from the building. The door burst open with a crash, and a tall man wearing a three-piece suit ran out the door. He held a briefcase in his hand. His back was broad, and his features were fascinating points and angles, not exactly chiseled but drawing in the eye, making you stare at every edge of his face. His hazel eyes squinted, and his strawberry blond hair fell over his face in soft, perfect waves. A snarling poochyena tugged at his pants leg with its fanged jaws.

                “YOU’RE GOING TO REGRET THIS, YOU HICKS!” The man in the suit shouted at the inn as he ran away from it and toward the pier. “THIS PLACE IS GOING UNDER, AND YOU BOTH KNOW IT! YOU’VE GOT SIX MONTHS AT BEST!”

                An older man and a woman filled the doorway. They were stocky and small and looked like they walked out of a photograph from the 50s. The man was wearing a dress shirt, slacks, and suspenders, and the woman was wearing a loud flowery dress and a knit shawl across her shoulders.

                “I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU ON MY PROPTERY AGAIN!” the man shouted.

                The businessman was tugging on his pants leg, fighting the poochyena. The little wolf pokémon wasn’t budging. It was snarled and dug into the ground with its stubble legs.

                SSHHRRIPPP

                The pants were destroyed. The victorious poochyena took off like a blur back to the house. The man was standing stunned for a minute in his purple speedo underpants. His hairy thighs were bulging with muscles. The crotch of his underpants barely contained the shape of his cock and balls. His weighty junk seemed to tug at the fabric, and the suggestion, the shape of his shaft and cockhead was visible through the thin cotton.

                Mari giggled. The couple at the inn started laughing. Cecelia, though, was transfixed. Her eyes couldn’t pull away from the shape. The fabric that if pulled away would reveal everything. A dribble of blood fell down her nose and her quivering knees tilted together as her panties became very damp.

                “A snake with legs indeed….” Cecelia murmured to herself.

                Fuming, the businessman stomped down the pier.

                “Out of my way,” he seethed. He brushed past Cecelia and she took a deep, pathetic huff, snorting in the oaky scent of his cologne.

                Mari pulled the distracted Cecelia away as the tiny helicopter took off, soaring up into the clouds.

                “THAT’S RIGHT! YOU GET OUT OF HERE, YOU SLIMY SHIT BAG!” the old man shouted, running out to point at it. “YOU COME BACK HERE AND I’LL RIP YOUR NUTS OFF AND SHOVE THEM SO FAR UP YOUR ASS YOU-“

                “Bertram!” the woman shouted. “Don’t you see we have guests!”

                The old man stopped shouting, noticing Mari and Cecelia staring at his deranged outburst with arched, concerned eyebrows.

                He combed his sweaty hair back into to place over his balding head with a nervous chuckle.

                “Well, nice to meet you two. I assume ya’ll will be staying the night? Gumbo?”

***

                Cecelia was shoveling meat and vegetables and stew into her face with alarming speed.

                Mari frowned at her. “You’re going to make yourself sick,” she whispered.

                Cecelia ignored her. She paused to chug water from a giant glass.

                “HOLY shit that’s spicy!” she gasped and then went back to eating from the bowl.

                Mari turned to the couple who were taking their time with their own bowls of gumbo at the other end of the table. “You have to excuse her. We’ve been on the road, and gas station food isn’t as good as a home cooked meal.”

                “And we have to apologize as well,” the woman said. “For that first impression.”

                “We’ve just had it up to here with that boy Jasper,” her husband said. “Martha and I have been running this inn for nearly three decades and he swoops in on his little helicopter every other day to try and get us to sell!”

                “The construction company wants to build one of their highways right through here, add another route for that overpass-underpass-mess east of here,” Martha added.

                “This meat is so good!” Cecelia said, coming up for air “What is it?”

                Martha beamed at the praise.

                “Whooper.”

                Cecelia looked down at her bowl. The color drained from her face. The little chunks of meat floated around in the sauce.

                “wh-wh-wh…” she stammered. Her eyes watered. An image of a smiling, happy, adorable whooper filled a thought bubble over her head.

                “You have to cook them just right to get the poison out, but they’re so easy to catch!” Martha said. “Easier than corphish!”

                Cecelia melted into a depressed slouch and continued to stare at her bowl in shell-shocked horror.

                Mari took a small spoonful from her bowl. She paused, considering the flavor. Then she smiled and took another spoonful.

                “I’m guessing the swamp monster hasn’t been good for business,” Mari said.

                “Oh hell no!” Bertram answered. “Scared away all the tourists! All the trainers! What that prick Jasper said was right. We’ve only got six months before all our savings run dry.”

                “Hmmm…” Mari said, thinking. “That’s very convenient for him.”

                There was a dull tapping on the window behind Cecelia. She turned, slowly, like a zombie, but then all the energy and color flooded back into her face. A shiny yanmega with a sleek gray-blue exoskeleton and ruby eyes was buzzing around on the porch outside the window, occasionally circling around and tapping its face against the glass. Cecelia’s was already pulling her jacket on and making a beeline for the door.

                “Cecelia where are you going?” Mari asked.

                “There’s a shiny out there! I’m going to go catch it!” Cecelia said, her voice carrying out the door.

                “I don’t think that’s a good idea!...” Martha called after her, but her voice was greeted by the sound of the front door slamming shut. The three of them sat anxiously at the table around their bowls of gumbo.

                “…There’s a big storm brewing…” Martha finished.

***

                “This was a bad fucking idea…” Cecelia growled.

                Her ankle boots slorped as she waded through the shin-high gunky, muddy water. Poliwhirl waddled along behind her. The trees were tightly knit here, making it hard to see more than ten feet in front of her. The yanmega was long gone, but Cecelia was too stubborn to go back empty handed. She occasionally lifted her head to the rapidly darkening clouds across the dusky sky. Soon it would be pitch black. Lightning flashed and the textured bellies of the clouds lit up, far away still, but growing closer.

                Half of the trees in this part of the swamp were just bony skeletons. Their leaves had been devoured by wurmple, and now fat and happy silcoon and cascoon, their sleeping evolved forms, covered the leafless branches like giant cottonballs.

                Cecelia leaned against one of the trees. Her fingernails dug at the bark. Her teeth were bared and she was sweating. Her stomach gurgled. Her insides burned, squirmed, tensed. It was then that the clouds decided to open, a light drizzle falling down onto her head as she winced and spasmed.

                “fuckfuckfuckfuck….” Cecelia hissed. The forest was completely practically black now. Her hands struggled with her belt in the near-darkness. Poliwhirl politely turned its head.

                Lightning flashed, illuminating her for an instant, but also illuminating the hulking swamp monster standing in the trees not twenty feet directly behind her. Its frog mouth was wide open. Its six eyes glowed in the white light of the storm.

                Poliwhirl leapt at it instantly sending it crashing to the ground with a body slam.

                Adrenaline pumping through her veins made her forget the urge growing in her guts. “Poliwhirl!” she called out to the clashing shadows.

                Lightning flash. Poliwhirl had the swamp monster knocked down and was swinging at its shape with its boxing glove hands. The monster’s mouth was opening, the inside burned bright red. A burst of flame shot up, hissing in the drizzling rain, knocking a singed poliwhirl away and into the mud.

                Darkness. Cecelia crouched down next to Poliwhirl. Her asscheeks, her stomach clenched up. The squatting motion bringing reminders of her hellish, burning need. She swallowed hard. She and poliwhirl scanned the darkness together. Waiting…

                A sudden red glow, small, like an ember.

                “THERE!” Cecelia pointed. The monster’s position revealed by the glow of its mouth beginning to open, Poliwhirl shot a bubblebeam in the exact direction of the monster, hitting it in the chest, and knocking it down in the muck again.

                Lightning flash. The monsters’ eyes were changing color. No longer red but yellow. Its jaw opened again, its large almost eel like jaw, and a bolt of electricity shot out, barely missing Cecelia and poliwhirl.

                Poliwhirl tried to dodge but tripped and skidded into the mud. The electric bolt still missed, arching over him and striking a tree, lighting the bark on fire. Cecelia stood in the glow of the hissing blaze. The falling rain was already putting the fire out, but in the glow, she could barely make out the monster’s shape as walked toward her. She stood on her wobbly knees, with her stomach cramping and poliwhirl faceplanted in the mud. The fire extinguished into darkness. Her hand went to the pokéballs at her belt, but anyone else she sent out didn’t stand a chance.

                The monster opened its sparking, glowing electric jaw, and Cecelia glared at it. Her curly hair was matted against her face, and she desperately needed to shit her brains out, but she wasn’t going to let herself cower in front of this thing.

                The electric bolt arced out of its mouth, and poliwhirl leapt in front of the beam. The electricity curled around Poliwhirl’s mud-covered body as he rocketed toward the swamp monster.

                “The mud!” Cecelia shouted. The mud was insulating poliwhirl from the electricity! Or at least lessening the damage.

                Poliwhirl crashed into the monster and sent it flying into a tree. The monster hit the tree with the middle of its back and let out a pained, almost human howl.

                “YEOWWW!”

                Darkness

                Lightning flash

                The monster was running away through the woods toward the deeper areas of the swamp, where it submerged and vanished into the murky water.

                Poliwhirl collapsed into a sitting position. Cecelia panted, suddenly realizing that she was holding her breath.

                “FUCK OFF, CREEP!” Cecelia shouted, throwing two middle fingers in the direction of the retreating swamp monster.  

                Explosive thunder boomed overhead, and Cecelia jumped. The thunder was immediately followed by the loud hiss of heavy rain pouring down, but not loud enough that it masked the inhuman sounds released from Cecelia’s startled ass. The seat of her pants sank with a new, horrible weight. She bit her lip in dismay, standing in her own filth in the pouring rain.

***

                The Huxley Inn creaked in the crashing rain and raging wind. Mari and the innkeepers were in the lobby waiting for Cecelia. The yellow Victorian-style lightbulbs flickered and then went out, leaving them in darkness.

                “Generator might be out of gas,” Bertram said.

                Mari crossed her arms and folded up her bare curvy legs in the tacky floral print chair. Her swimsuit squeaked as she fidgeted.

                “Bertram, we need to go out and find her….” Martha said.

                Bertram shook his head. “There’d be no visibility in this rain. Topography is going to be all flooded. Only thing we can do-“

                There was a thumping on the front door.

                Mari jumped out of her chair. She and the innkeepers ran to the door and threw it open, but the tall, poncho-wearing figure was clearly not Cecelia. It pulled its hood back to reveal the soaked face of the previously de-pantsed agent from the construction company, Jasper.

                “YOU!” Bertram shouted.

                The man stepped into the lobby. “Don’t be a prick, Bertram. I had to make an emergency landing because of the storm.”

                Grumbling, Bertram stepped away to let him pass.

                Mari looked out through the door at the white wall of falling rain. Water was pooling on ground, turning everything into a swirling muddy soup.

                “But where’s Cecelia…” Mari asked.

***

                At the back of the inn, Cecelia was struggling with one of the windows with wet dripping fingers. She was drenched, sputtering. Her skinny naked mud-streaked legs were shivering as the water rose. Her jacket was wrapped around her waist like a miniskirt.

                The window popped open. With a grunt, she pushed herself over the sill and tumbled onto the floor of the dark, powerless hallway on the other side. The impact of her falling shook the raised window and made it slam shut back into the sill.

                BAMM

                In the lobby, Jasper, Mari, and the innkeepers turned to look at the direction of the noise.

                “What was that?” Bertram said. Jasper was already pulling a pokéball out of his pocket.

                Cecelia pulled herself off the floor. She grabbed at her pained hips and was surprised when her hand was met with bare, squishy butt flesh. She looked down, seeing the curves of her naked hips and her fuzzy mound between her legs. Her jacket had been caught by the falling window. It was pinned in the sill, half inside and half outside.  

                “shit shit shit shit…” Cecelia hissed. Gripping the jacket with both hands, she pulled, trying to free it.

                “I think it came from over here!” Jasper said.

                Cecelia swallowed hard. She planted her foot against the wall and pulled with her full weight. Her face was growing hot and red. “Come on….”

                The murmuring of the other people in the inn was getting louder.

                Cecelia let go of the jacket in defeat and streaked bottomless down the hall tot eh . Her buttcheeks bounced with each panicked bound across with wood floor.

                She open the door, squinting in the darkness. She was a kitchen. A small table stood in the middle of the room in front of a stove. Cupboards lined the walls.

                The voices were getting louder. The door to the kitchen would open any second.

                Cecelia bent down in a desperation, rummaging through cupboards and cabinets. And apron? There had to be an apron somewhere. Bent over, her wide hips and round cheeks stuck out. Her thighs tapering down to skinny legs. Rainwater ran down the curves of her asscheeks, catching in her thigh gap before descending down in long trails to the floor.

                There was a growling behind her.

                Cecelia turned her head. The poochyena was growling at her bent over moon, snapping at the air.                 “Nice… nice doggy…” Cecelia whispered with a nervous smile.

                Out in the hall, Mari as inspecting Cecelia’s jacket. Bertram shown his flashlight across the wet puddles on the floor, obvious tracks to the kitchen.

                Suddenly a high-pitched scream broke the silence.

                “YAAIEEEEEE!!”
                “Cecelia!” Mari said. The four of them took off in a run toward the kitchen, the source of the sound. The door burst open, and they flooded into the room.

                Bertram pointed his light and illuminated the tight pink star of an asshole, the textured folds of pussy lips around the opening of a vagina, the lips tapering to the fleshy soft mound of a hood and clit, and two pale jiggling buttcheeks, one of them marked with red bitemarks. Cecelia was on her hands and knees on the table, her wounded ass in the air, trying to avoid the snarling poochyena on the floor. Her ass was pointed right at the four of them, and Bertram was unwittingly shining a spotlight across all of her holes. Cecelia turned and looked at the four of them with a blank, horrified, frozen expression.

                Jasper snorted. Bertram, embarrassed, unclicked the flashlight, plunging them into darkness.

                “Cecelia, where are your pants!?” Mari exclaimed.

                Martha covered her mouth to hide her smirk.

                Cecelia slammed her butt down onto the table. She curled her back and tugged on her shirt to hide her ass, which was now squished against the table.

                “i-I fell in the mud!” Cecelia stammered.

                Martha started taking off the shawl around her shoulders. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

***

                “So you really saw the swamp monster?” Mari asked. The five of them were making their way back into the lobby. Jasper was walking in front, moving quickly up the stairs. Everyone else, though, was looking at Cecelia with wide eyes as she recounted her story. Cecelia started talking with her hands, but her left hand shot back down to her waist as she felt the shawl turned makeshift skirt slip downward.

                “It was huge! At least 9 feet tall! We fought it off, but just barely!”

                “Did it look like a pokémon?” Bertram asked.

                “That’s the strangest thing. When poliwhirl hit it, it didn’t sound like a pokémon at all-“

                The front doors of the inn burst open with an accompanying lightning crash.

                “That’s right! Because it’s not a pokémon at all! Or a monster!”

                Three figures stood in the doorway wearing raincoats, one tall, one stocky, and one tiny.

                “What? Who are you?” Bertram asked.

                Three cloaks were discarded with wet thumps. The figures were: a tall, skinny, anxious young man in a t-shirt and bellbottoms, a munchlax sucking on a spiral lollipop, and a stout woman wearing bottle glasses, an orange sweater, and an impossibly short, pleated skirt that flashed every inch of her cocoa-colored thighs in the raging swirling wind of the storm. Lightning crashed again.

                “like zoinks…” the skinny man whimpered.

                The woman pointed her finger to the innkeepers and their guests.

                “My name is Thelma, and we are the Clue Corporation! And one of you!” she declared, her finger moving to each of the four very confused people staring at her.

                “…IS THE SWAMP MONSTER!!”

Chapter Text

                The chattering between the Clue Corporation, Mari, and the inn owners drifted up the stairs.

                Cecelia couldn’t make out what they were saying, and she didn’t care. She shuffled out of her room on the second floor. The backup generator had turned on, but the lights still flickered with each thunder crash. The pouring rain against the roof was a constant, muffled roar.

                Martha’s shawl had been replaced with a pair of light cotton shorts. A towel was slung over Cecelia’s shivering shoulders. She had tried to scrape the mud from her legs, but their long lengths were still stained with brown smears. Her pokéballs had been placed, safe and sound, on the nightstand in her room.

                Exhausted, Cecelia dragged herself through the halls of the inn’s second floor.

                “Where did they say the showers were?” she muttered to herself.

                She opened up what she thought was the right door, squinting in the flickering hall lights. Inside, a few metal benches were bolted to the linoleum floor. A long wall covered in rusty lockers extended three quarters of the way through the length of the room, separating it into a changing area and a shower area with an open “doorway” between the two. Through the opening, Cecelia could glimpse spartan, conical shower heads pointing out of the walls of the shower area. No stalls and barely any lighting.

                With a sigh, she trudged through the doorway, not realizing until she was on the other side the hissing spraying sound of a running shower head.

                “OH!” she gasped. “OH SHIT!”

                A naked Jasper stood under a shower head. Hissing, steaming, warm water enveloped his naked body. He was facing her, a quizzical eyebrow raised. His stubbled lips pressed tight together in an annoyed line. Soapy water cascaded off his perfect form, down his broad chest and across his toned abs. His dick, five inches flaccid, dangled against his relaxed, hanging balls. His legs and arms were swelling, impossible curves of muscle, flexing as he rubbed a bar of soap across his body, gripping the bar in his long, strong, knotted fingers. His entire body seemed to glow with soft blondish body hair, an aura surrounding him like the steam swirling and tickling his silhouette.

                “I think you have the wrong showers,” he said, flatly.

                Cecelia swallowed hard. Her knees knocked together. Warm, twitching need spread through her. Slickness formed, threatening to visually dampen the thin cotton shorts, no panties to protect her.

                “I’m so, so sorry…” she said, but her eyes were drawn downward, staring at Jasper’s crotch, the fascinating shape of his dick and balls. The slight leftward angle of his circumcised cock. She swallowed hard. Jasper’s penis was growing, slowly, bobbing upward, stiffening and swelling under her eyes.

                Jasper grabbed a towel from a hook in the wall. His expression was the same, but a redness was forming around his ears and cheeks. He put the towel stubbornly, daringly around his shoulders and walked toward her, his cock rising, pointing toward her.

                Cecelia practically jumped out of the way of the advancing naked man. There wasn’t much of a height difference between them, but the broadness of his shoulders and Cecelia’s hunched over, nervous body made him seem gigantic.

                “Don’t worry about it. The water is still warm,” he said, walking past her.

                Cecelia’s jaw seized up. Her neck became taut. Her body seized up, trying not to move at all. She summoned all of her will and failed almost instantly.

                Her head whipped around, to watch Jasper leave. Her twitching hands went to her mouth. The muscular shape and volume of his asscheeks combined with the broadness of his body even put Mari’s fantastic ass to shame.

                “Horny bitch,” Jasper muttered, venomous. Not needing to turn around, he could feel her eyes violently drilling into his ass. Cecelia whirled back around and lay flat, gasping against the inside wall of the shower area. Her hand went to her chest, fingertips accidentally rubbing across erect, prodding nipples. Her lips trembled and her eyes watered with shame and humiliation. It had been a very long and embarrassing day.

                She stumbled over to the still running showerhead, and, with all her clothes on, defeatedly stepped into the water. She leaned forward and her forehead CLUNKED against the wall in utter shame. She let the water wash over her red, embarrassed face.

***

                Cecelia, a zombie, walked back to her room, but clean and wearing a pair of comfy pajama pants and a sweater.

                She opened the door and flopped face-first onto the ugly floral comforter. She just lay there, flat against the bed, her face breathing in fabric.

                “You’re going to suffocate like that.”

                Cecelia jumped, recoiling into a little panic ball like a cat.

                Mari was pacing around the room, brushing her hair. Her trademark one-piece swimsuit was replaced with plaid, long-sleeved pajamas.

                “Please don’t tell me I have the wrong room,” Cecelia said. Her eyes turned, checking to see that her pokéballs were still resting on the bedside table.

                “What? No, I got us the one room,” Mari said. “I thought we could save some money this way. We need to ration our funds until Los Lobos. You don’t mind sharing the bed?”

                Mari sat down on the bed, her soft, pajama covered buttcheeks bending the comforter under their weight. She withdrew the hairbrush from her shiny black hair and set it on the bedside table.

                “Oh right,” Cecelia said. “That makes sense.”

                Her exhausted brain swam with stupid, improbable daydreams: her and Mari cuddling under the covers, their bodies folding across and into each other. Tasting Mari’s thighs and lips and waist and arms under the crashing thunderstorm.

                Excited, nervous, Cecelia ducked under the covers.

***

                Cecelia’s bloodshot eyes stared with murderous intent at the ceiling. The covers were gone from her side. Mari gripped all the bedsheets to her chest in a fat dung beetle ball. She curled around it, protectively. Cecelia’s clammy bare feet shivered. Her lips curled with rage. Her pussy had never been drier.

                “cccRRrrRRZZZZXXx…” inhuman, crackling snoring drifted up from the Mari-ball.

                Cecelia’s eyebrow twitched.

                Reaching over, she tugged at the bedsheets, trying to pull them from Mari’s grip.

                Mari rolled over and her arm lashed out from the covers like an Arbok, striking Cecelia right in the throat in a sleeping Karate chop.

                “GAAAKK!”

                Cecelia choked and grabbed her throat, convulsing on the bed like she was possessed by a demon for a few seconds before slowly settling, shuddering and gasping, back to her sleeping position.

                She rolled over onto her side, facing Mari. Mari’s mouth was open, drooling, her lips peeled back as she snored. Nose hair stuck out of her upturned, piggy nostrils. The spicy smell of Whooper gumbo drifted from her mouth into Cecelia’s direction.

                Cecelia frowned. She could feel her crush on Mari rapidly evaporating.

                She reached out and tugged at the sheets again with clawed, rage-filled fingers.

                Instead of an arm lashing out, Mari’s left leg fully extended. The heel slammed right between Cecelia’s legs, crushing her clit under the solid bone of her heel.

                “OUUHH!!” Cecelia gasped, eye’s crossing. The impact sent her tumbling off the bed where she landed flat against the floor with an earth-shaking thud.

                “CrRRRRXXzZZzz…” Mari snored, unaffected.

                Cecelia rose to her knees, face squashed against the hard wood. She gripped her stinging, aching pussy with both hands, spasming and cursing under her breath.

***

                “Good morning girls! How’d you sleep?” Martha greeted them as they entered the kitchen.

                “Like a log!” Mari said, stretching. She wore her one-piece swimsuit again, and her boobs pulled at the rubbery material while she flexed.

                Cecelia, her frizzy hair an unkempt storm cloud and the circles under her eyes so purple they looked bruised, could only grumble.

                Poliwhirl, his head and arms bandaged from the fight last night, waddled behind them.

                Everyone was sitting at the table. Bertram was reading his paper. Jasper was sipping a cup of coffee. Cecelia’s eyes darted to him and then immediately darted away when he lifted his head.   

                And, in the very middle of the table, was the Clue Corporation downing impossibly high stacks of pancakes. The three of them, Thelma, the skinny man, and their munchlax were completely disassembling and shoveling tiny skyscrapers of pancakes into their mouths.

                “Like, wow, these are great pancakes Mrs. M,” the skinny man said, taking a moment to breathe.

                Martha’s face twitched, forcing itself to creak into a smile. “Thank you, Roger,” she said.

                Bertram and Jasper glared at the Clue Corporation, the enemies seemingly united in their suspicion. Mari and Cecelia started to eat their own, more human sized pancake servings while watching the strange trio.

                Jasper sipped on his coffee. “So, Bertram says you think one of us is the swamp monster?”

                Thelma nodded, her cheeks puffed out with pancake. She picked up the pitcher of orange juice, and, to Martha’s horror began to chug the pitcher, gripping it with both hands. Martha’s hand reached out as if to save someone from drowning, and then dramatically pulled back, her trembling fist held tight to her breast.

                “Well, it’s obvious, isn’t it?” Thelma said. “You three are the only one’s out here in the swamp. After cataloging and cross referencing all swamp monster sightings, they all radiate out of this area.”

                Bertram nodded. “So, it’s Jasper. I fucking knew it.”

                “Hey!” Jasper growled. “Watch who you’re accusing, old man!”

                “And why should he?” Martha huffed. “You’re the only one here with the money to build a monster suit. And the only one with motive! Trying to run us out of our inn, build a highway through all our memories…”

                She dabbed the tears from her eyes with her apron, and Bertram nodded his head up and down like a smug sipping bird desk toy.

                Jasper stood up and pointed at her from across the table. “Now listen here! I’ve been trying to give you two a good deal!”

                Thelma, Roger, and Munchlax set their empty plates down on the table and sighed in unison. That is, until Munchlax picked up the plate again and started licking it clean.

                “I wouldn’t say Jasper is the only one here with motive,” Thelma said, slowly. Her words hung over the table with twitching doom.

                All eyes at the table turned to her with such focus that no one paid attention to Munchlax as it swallowed the plate whole and started crunching.

                Thelma leaned forward.

                “Legends say that centuries ago the native people used these swamps as part of their trade routes, and they offered sacrifices for safe passage.”

                “Sacrifices?” Cecelia gasped.

                “Gold sacrifices,” Thelma nodded. “Buried in the darkest corners of the swamp, ancient gold totems of incredible historical, and of course, monetary value.”

                Jasper and Bertram and Martha all looked at each other. All three of their faces were flat, stony.

                “Maybe a traveling construction agent found some gold and wanted to keep it for themselves,” Thelma said. “Or maybe two lovable innkeepers found the gold and want to scare away anyone who would distract them from collecting it…”

                Mari poured herself some more milk. She looked at Thelma’s hunched, dramatic, chubby form with a twisting little frown.

                “And the quote unquote ‘legends’ say this?” she said, making bitchy air quotes with her fingers.

                “Well, by the legends, she means like all the research,” Roger said.

                “Research?” Martha asked.

                “The swamp trade routes have been well documented,” Thelma said. “And gold totems have been found before. Many archeologists have created maps hypothesizing potential totem burial sites.”

                “We spent, like, weeks researching everything at the Cedar Falls library,” Roger said.

                “In fact,” Thelma added smugly. “I have a book upstairs that combines every previous archeologist map. The swamp monster sightings line up with most of them, but not all.”

                She laughed. “There’s probably burial sites in that book that the monster doesn’t even know about.”

                A tense quiet fell over the room, broken only by the sound of Munchlax politely chewing glass plate shards.

                “But like, didn’t you see the monster too?” Roger leaned forward to look at Cecelia.

                Cecelia looked down at Poliwhirl, who seethed with rage. Her own jaw was set with frustration. “We saw it. I don’t know exactly where, though. It was raining pretty hard.”

                “Ooh!” Thelma clapped her hands together. “Could you show us? I need to add that location to my maps!”

                Mari frowned. “Well, we are kind of stranded here until that creepy ferry woman comes back.”

                Cecelia and Poliwhirl clenched their fists with determination. “And that shiny yanmega is still out there somewhere!” Cecelia beamed.

                From across the table Bertram chuckled. “Creepy ferry woman? You mean Gladys? She wouldn’t hurt a fly. She’s been ferrying travelers since I was a little boy. She doesn’t drop by here that often any more, but she’s as sweet as an Alcremie!”
                “Then what are we waiting for!” Thelma said. She grabbed Cecelia’s arm and started pulling her toward the door. Roger, Munchlax, and Mari followed right behind her.

                “We’ll be back at lunch time!” Thelma called to Martha, who had started washing dishes at the sink. Martha grumbled something through gritted teeth.

                Outside, Cecelia started walking into the woods. “So, I think we went in this direction…”

                Thelma and Roger and Munchlax immediately rushed past her and dove into some bushes, vanishing from sight. Cecelia and Mari blinked.

                “Get down!” Thelma hissed. She yanked them into the bushes, disappearing them into the leaves.

                “Hey! What’s going on!” Mari yelled. Cecelia rubbed her head.

                “Shhh!” Roger and Munchlax said. The five of them squatted awkwardly.

                Thelma pulled her sweater away from her body, stretching it, and then reached down her turtleneck and into her boobs. Her hand emerged holding a strange device, a remote control with a small screen. Knobs and buttons and wires stuck out of it in every direction. She sat down on the muddy grass in her miniskirt and furiously began pressing buttons on the device. Her tongue curled around her lips with concentration.

                “I’m seeing if they’ll take the bait!” she whispered.

                “The bait?” Cecelia said.

                “Like, all that stuff about the book? There’s a tracker in it,” Roger said.

                “A tracker?” Cecelia frowned. She was too sleep deprived for this.

                “I think I get it,” Mari said, her eyebrows knitting together. “That’s why you kept going on about the book at breakfast. And why you wanted to get out of the inn as soon as possible. If one of them is the swamp monster, they’d try to steal the book from your room to find the other artifacts. And then you can follow them and catch them.”

                “Bingo!” Thelma said.

                The little device made booping static noises.

                Roger shuffled along the grass to get a better look at the device screen. “Well? Did they take the bait?”

                Thelma’s face turned pale. “It’s not in my room.”

                “What?” Roger said.

                She turned the device towards them. A blinking light shown on the device’s map screen. It was far away, deep in the swamp. Munchlax gasped, covering its mouth with little hands.

                “Did they already stole it?” Cecelia asked.

                “They probably looked through all your shit when you were sleeping last night,” Mari said. “Bursting through the door and announcing you knew who the swamp monster was probably made them a little suspicious.”

                Thelma’s face turned bright red. She gripped the little device in her hands. Her eyes were watery with rage.

                “Like, what’s wrong Thelma? We can still go to the swamp monster hideout,” Roger said. “Whoever the swamp monster is, they must have a base somewhere out there. Jasper would need, like, somewhere to land his helicopter, and the inn couldn’t be a base. It’s way, way too risky.”

                She leaned over to him and muttered something under her breath. Mari and Cecelia looked at each other, confused.

                “What?” Roger asked, holding a hand to his ear.

                Thelma whispered it again.

                He squinted, trying to hear. “What?”

                Thelma fumed. “I SAID I was sleeping naked last night!”

                Mari snorted. Cecelia immediately turned bright red as the image of Thelma’s sleeping, naked vulnerable body filled her mind. Her ass in the air, buttcheeks jiggling while she rolled over onto her back. Her boobs soft, loose, her legs, her thighs open and her pussy on complete display. Her buttcheeks squished against the surface of the bed.

                Thelma rose to her feet, burning with rage. “I’m going to catch that swamp monster! Are you with me!?”

***

                The swamp was flooded and humid from last night’s storm. The air had a steaming, choking dampness to it. The five of them trekked through the fetid heat. Mari, with her swimsuit, was the only one dressed for the roasting temperatures and the knee-high muddy water. Their advancing march made the surskits dancing across the water’s surface skate away in terror. Cecelia and Roger had rolled up their pant legs, but the water still splashed up to their clothed thighs. Thelma, leading the charge, seemed unaffected by the water splashing up and staining her skirt. Munchlax rode on Roger’s shoulders, sleeping.

                “There!” Thelma said, pointing through the trees.

                In a grassy clearing, the marsh gave way to a teetering, rotting southern mansion. The two story building was made of dark gray, faded wood. Overgrown vines and moss clung from it, almost camouflaging it with the rest of the swampy forest.

                “It looks like it’s been abandoned for years,” Cecelia said.

                “That’s what they want you to think!” Thelma replied. She charged up the porch steps with the other four right behind her. Her hand reached out for the doorknob.

                “I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” Mari said.

                Her hand turned the doorknob.

                With a CA-CLUNK the mail slot opened. An arrow immediately shot out, flying between Thelma’s legs and slicing at the hem of her miniskirt. Cecelia, Mari, and Roger all ducked, but the arrow flew past them, missing them. At least, until the arrow hit a tree and bounced off, ricocheting and redirecting itself right toward Roger’s ass.

                POINK!

                “YYEEOOUUU!!”

                Roger howled. He was knocked down onto his face with his ass in the air. The still vibrating arrow stuck out of his right asscheek.

                Mari and Cecelia winced, grabbing at their own butts in sympathy.

                Thelma grimaced through her teeth.

                “Welp,” she said. “Looks like we’ll be dealing with some booby traps…”