Pokebelly Brawl: Shelly vs Oakley

Another mini-fic in the pokemon girls throwing down for belly-busting brawl. With Jessie and Shelly caught by Annie and Okaley (love those names), they end up as their sadistic playthings in another showdown.

Shelly woke up with her body aching all over. She remembered the beating she and Jessie had taken from Annie and Oakley, so it was no surprise to her. She was bound at the wrists and laying helplessly near a campfire.

The Aqua admin heard a faint and husky grunt from behind her, rolling over to see Jessie crumbling to the ground. Her belly was marked with fresh bruises as she flopped limply onto the grass. Their captors stood over her, clenching their fingers after their latest beatdown.

“What can I say? These losers have such punchable bodies,” Annie chuckled. She planted a boot on Jessie's chest, and with a meaningful glare, the redhead started to kiss it submissively.

"It certainly seems to work wonders on taming these idiots," Oakley agreed. The two higher up Rockets turned to face Shelly with their predatory gaze.

"And it looks like our next target woke up just in time," Oakley purred as they moved in on the dark-skinned underling. "Ready for your... reeducation?"

“Hey! You can’t do this to me!” Shelly objected as she struggled with her bonds.

“Oh but I’ve been dying to find out just how much it takes to break you,” Oakley chimed. The silvery blue-haired outlaw grabbed Shelly by her trapped wrists and dragged her to her feet. Before she could start with more of her punishment, Shelly took her only chance.

“Then why don’t you face me in a real fight?!” she demanded. Annie and Oakley paused at the offer, so she ran with it.

“If you still think you’re so tough, how about a little rematch? Me against you to find out who has the tougher tummy?” Shelly had outlasted Jessie in their last showdown, even if she’d been beaten into submission after that. At least this way she’d have a chance rather than being punched silly as their prisoner.

“She’s right,” Oakley mused, a grin crossing her face. “This does sound like fun. Have it your way.”

She glanced at Annie who shrugged and untied Shelly’s wrists.

“You’re so cruel, Oakley,” Annie chided. “Giving her a sense of hope like this.”

“You know how much I like my fun and games,” the blue-haired girl laughed. “So the rules are we trade blows one at a time. You have ten seconds to strike back or else the other person gets to go again. This goes on until one of us surrenders.”

Shelly glared over at Annie. “And how do I know you two won’t cheat?”

“You don’t,” the blonde replied casually. “But you’ll be in no worse shape than when you were going to be our tied-up punching bag.”

Shelly begrudgingly agreed that this was her best bet. She might be able to earn her freedom or at least make a break for it if she came out on top.

“Fine. Then you won’t mind if I go first!”

Shelly shot a sudden hook into Oakley’s stomach, hoping to catch her off guard before she could tighten up her abs. It connected with a fleshy slap, but the short-haired Rocket merely grunted. She barely budged from Shelly’s sucker punch, making her heart sink into despair.

“Was that all? Let me show you how it’s done,” Oakley hissed. She threw all her weight into a hook of her own, smashing it hard into Shelly’s belly. She gagged as her feet left the ground and spit flew from her lips, the painful blow echoing through her previous aches and injuries. Shelly dropped to her knees, clutching her stomach and coughing heavily.

“Oh come on. You’re not done after one hit, are you? Because I’m certainly not,” Oakley gloated. Shelly grit her teeth and rose to her knees before sending another early punch into the Rocket’s belly. She was ready this time, tensed up so that the Aqua girl’s knuckles barely pushed past the skin.

“My turn~!” Oakley chimed as soon as Shelly’s fist parted with her skin. She grabbed Shelly by the shoulders and pulled her closer as she drove a knee into her navel. The long-haired thug gasped as it buried itself deep into her stomach, digging into her skin before she fell back to her knees.

“Looks like you shouldn’t bother standing up in the first place!” Annie jeered from the sidelines. “Ready to give up?”

Shelly clearly wasn’t, but it didn’t make much of a difference. She threw all she had into her punches, but she was clearly outclassed by Oakley. Shelly’s breathless and dizzy punches were nothing compared to the heavier and harder shots coming from the dominant Rocket. It wasn’t long before she took a hard hook to the kidneys, crumbling to the ground and coughing up more sticky saliva.

“Come on now. We’re not done yet,” Oakley chimed in her callously calm tone. Shelly tried to drag herself back up, but her stomach ached to do anything more than lay there. She barely had an arm under her when Annie’s voice cut in.

“That’s ten seconds,” she warned just before Oakley’s foot buried itself in Shelly’s guts. She huffed and flopped onto her back, panting for air as she drooled over herself. The heaving of her stomach alone made her abs ache, leaving her even weaker than before. She gave a loud and shrill cry as the next ten seconds flew by for her and Oakley stomped on her stomach, grinding her heel into the tenderized muscles.

“I could get used to this,” Oakley teased. “She looks so cute when she’s suffering, doesn’t she?”

“I was more partial to the traitor,” Annie said with a shrug. “But to each their own.”

“Stop! I give!” Shelly gasped as she pulled on Oakley’s foot, unable to budge the boot from her belly. “Get… nngh… off…”

Oakley did as she asked, just to slam a kick into her ribs. Shelly huffed as she rolled over to her side.

“You don’t give the orders around here, remember?” Oakley reminded her, eying the tanned criminal with an impish smile. “I knew I’d enjoy breaking you down, Aqua bitch. And it’s still only just begun…”​​​​​​​