Patron Reward: Pokegirls Belly Beatdown

A sequel from some previous rewards where the gals of pokemon battle in various bellypunching showdowns. After being captured by Team Aqua's officer Shelly, Gardenia finds herself in her headquarters and at her mercy.

Gardenia slowly came to, waking up in a brightly lit room. She flinched away from the strong spotlights shining into her face, obscuring most of the room. She still recognized the smug chuckle of her latest opponent.

“So you’re finally awake,” Shelly gloated as she stepped into view. Her lean figure cut a striking silhouette in front of the spotlights, especially with her wide, long hair making her look like a Fearow’s looming shadow.

“I hope you enjoyed your little nap, because that’s the most of a break you’re going to get for a long time. I have a lot of questions for you, my little punching bag?”

Gardenia tried to make a break for it, only to realize she’d been tied up. Her hands were bound over her head, leaving her without the ability to lower her arms let alone run. She was left the dignity of her shirt and shorts, but her bruised and aching belly was still exposed. Her slightly suspended position left her feet barely touching the ground, so it left the overworked muscles stretched tight.

“What do you want from me?! I’m no use to you! Let me go!”

“Oh, but who better to tell me the secrets of the Sinnoh Region?” Shelly asked snidely. “We certainly can’t take on the Elite Four until we get our hands on some truly legendary pokemon, but a weak gym leader like you makes for an easy enough target. And I’m sure they told you all sorts of convenient things about the area. Where to find the best pokemon and the best ways to get around the countryside without drawing too much attention...”

Gardenia tensed up, sweating from the overbearing spotlights. “They don’t! Honest! Let me go before you get in real trouble!”

“You can’t fool me, you little sneak. You just need a little more convincing.”

Shelly approached her menacingly, cracking her knuckles as she stepped into reach of her prisoner. Gardenia immediately started to squirm and panic, but she couldn’t even get good enough footing to stand properly. The dark-skinned pokemon thief had creamed Gardenia earlier, and that was when she still had her hands free. Gardenia was feeling plenty intimidated before she threw a single punch.

It left Gardenia tensed up when Shelly slammed a punch into her aching stomach. The redhead grunted as the hard blow knocked her bound body back against the wall. She was still sore from her previous beating so all the pain came coursing through her once again. The bound gym leader gagged and coughed as Shelly grinned at her sadistic handiwork.

“Lots more where that came from. I still owe you a few more punches for payback after our last disagreement.”

“You broke into my gym! OOF!” 

Gardenia gave another husky grunt as Shelly swiftly punished her backtalk with more of the same.

“The mouth on you! You’d think being such a weak fighter and trainer would get you to wisen up a little! How can someone so pathetic still be so noisy?”

Gardenia coughed miserably as her body struggled to breathe with the pain in her stomach. Shelly still wasn’t finished softening her up, grabbing her by the hair and ramming a knee into her belly. Gardenia’s cheeks puffed up before retching another miserable breath.

“Don’t worry. I know how fragile you can be,” Shelly taunted as she brushed back some of her lengthy hair. “I can’t go knocking your scrawny ass out again. Otherwise how am I going to get my answers?”

The Team Aqua official cupped Gardenia’s chin and tilted it up to make her captive face her. “Now tell me where they’re keeping the supplies for gym leaders and the elites. Your wages, your pokeballs, your potions...”

“I’m not telling you all that!” Gardenia blurted, almost choking on her pain.

“So you need a little more softening up. Is that it?” Shelly purred. Gardenia’s eyes went wide and she shook her head wildly. Her captor ignored her silent plea and threw a high kick, arcing it right into Gardenia’s chest. The orange-haired trainer gasped as the wind was knocked back out of her, getting Gardenia to slump weakly from her bonds as she was knocked into another coughing fit.

“Come on, it couldn’t have hurt that bad. It’s not like you have any tits for me to hit anyway,” the poke-thief laughed. She threw a swift slap across Gardenia’s face, sending her head snapping to one side. “Now start talking before I actually start getting angry.”

“I… I don’t know,” Gardenia bluffed out of panicked pride. Shelly hit her with a fresh backhand to knock her head the other way.

“Now you can’t even stick to the same lie,” Shelly pointed out. “I’ll just have to treat you like a trashy roll of toothpaste; If I squeeze and smack you around enough, I’ll get what I want out of you eventually. It’s not like you’re going anywhere!”

Shelly pounded a few more gut-wrenching blows into Gardenia’s midsection. Her eyes and mouth hung wider with each punch that wreaked havoc on her stomach. Her feet kept leaving the ground as the Team Aqua admin hit her at full force, having no need to protect herself or fear any retribution from the bound gym leader. With her eyes watering, the orange-haired trainer managed to suck down enough air to shout out an answer.

“Okay! Okay, stop!” Gardenia pleaded. “I’ll tell you where they are!”

“There’s a good girl,” Shelly purred. “I knew you’d come to see things my way.”

The dark-skinned girl cracked her knuckles ominously. “But just to make sure you’re really on the level…”

“Nononono!” Gardenia rambled before Shelly lashed out with her fist. She stopped it short of her stomach, getting her to miss the timing on her clenched and aching muscles. Shelly shifted her weight to ram a knee up into Gardenia’s pussy instead, lifting her up once more like a human pinata. 

Gardenia was a wheezing, sobbing mess from the fresh pain she was suffering through. She tried to double over but her bound hands kept her from fully curling up. Shelly grabbed her by the hair and forced her to look back up at her.

“You were saying?” the brunette thug asked casually. 

“There’s a pokemon center on Route 6,” Gardenia panted. “They provide me with all the trainer supplies and badges I need.”

“Hmm, counterfeit badges. Not the worst idea,” Shelly mused. She let go of Gardenia’s hair to let her slump back against the wall. 

“What else have you got?”

“I don’t know…” Gardenia groaned miserably. She just wanted a moment to lay down and recover, or at least catch her breath within her bonds.

“Then let’s get you to think a little faster.” 

Shelly reached somewhere into Gardenia’s blindspot, just for her hand to lash out at her again. This time Shely had a metal baton that she smacked into the side of Gardenia’s abdomen. She yelped and twisted to the opposite direction, just for Shelly to switch her grip and ram the dense head of her weapon into the gym leader’s gut. It pushed in deep as Gardenia wretched and spat out a messy mouthful of saliva at her tormentor’s feet.

“So how about now? Any more juicy details coming to mind with a little extra motivation?” Shelly chimed. She brought the baton up to Gardenia’s chin and gently tilted her head back up from the floor.

“There’s a lake out to the north,” she gasped out. “That’s where the trainers say they all find the best water pokemon!”

“Ooh, interesting,” Shelly replied. She turned away to note it down, and it gave Gardenia a sick sort of relief. Giving her information did seem to be the only way to get her to stop hitting her. And maybe if she could last long enough to escape, she could destroy her notes on the way out of the hidden lair.

“And… and there’s a place where the local herbalists gather herbs for super potions. That might be-”

Gardenia gasped sharply as she was interrupted by another swing of the baton. It spanked across her belly before Shelly turned to face her again, grabbing her by the stomach and squeezing her tender abs between her claws. Shelly squealed and squirmed, kicking her feet as she fruitlessly tried to escape the abdominal claw from her captor.

“You think I want to hear where the local grannies grow their tomatoes like any local kid could tell me,” Shelly snapped. “I want real information! So stop stalling and give me the real Pokemon league insider news” 

“I’m sorry!” Gardenia screamed. “I’m so sorry! I’m trying! Pleaaaase let go!”

She squealed louder as Shelly ran her claws along her stomach, abusing the aching and overworked muscles. Tears ran down Gardenia’s face as Shelly smirked cruelly at her own handiwork. For no reason beyond her own amusement, she snuck in another uppercut into Gardenia’s stomach. She let out a miserable gagging noise as the fist dug up under her ribs and ground her knuckles deep around her insides. She held up the baton in her other hand, using it to pin Gardenia’s neck against the wall behind her. It wasn’t enough to choke her out, but it made breathing more difficult as she drove in another belly blow.

“Oh I almost forgot! You need air to tell me what I want to hear!” Shelly laughed mockingly, driving in another blow. “Better give me a good reason to let you.”

“Please… I don’t… breathe… help…” Gardenia babbled and drooled pathetically.

“I see I’ll need to bring out the real torture to get you talking. I’m sure there’s got to be something in the team’s manual about this. Maybe something on water torture… we ARE Team Aqua after all…”

Shelly started to turn back to her notes before there was a crash somewhere beyond the lights. Gardenia couldn’t see a thing but Shelly clearly noticed it.

“What was that?” Shelly asked, looking over her shoulder. She scowled at Gardenia suspiciously, but she was clearly in no position to escape or have caused the noise. She sneered at the bound trainer confidently.

“Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back,” she said mockingly. She patted Gardenia roughly on the cheek, giving her one more sharp slap for good measure before she went to investigate the ruckus.

“Stupid little… this info had better be good,” a woman’s voice muttered from somewhere in the back room. Shelly likely wouldn’t have heard it without the earlier noise drawing her attention. She peered back into the back room of her safehouse, seeing some entirely new woman poking through her things.

She was tall and leggy, wearing a short gray skirt and top. She had fair skin and long, dark red hair that was stylized into a long swoosh of a pattern. When she turned around to look around the room, she had a large red R emblazoned on her uniform to mark her as a member of Team Rocket. Jessie’s made-up features frowned at the room around her.

“This was supposed to be a secret storehouse. How can they expect me to get anything useful out of  a bunch of junk like this?”

“Excuse me!” Shelly demanded as she threw the door open. Jessie looked up at her with surprise that quickly turned to anger.

“Can I help you find something? Because last I checked, this is Team Aqua turf, not Team Rocket!”

“Aqua?” Jessie demanded with a look of distaste. “The morons who try to flood the world but can’t because Team Magma keeps spanking your asses? I almost thought I was in danger for a minute there.”

“What?! You’re the idiots who keep ‘blasting off’ like a bunch of losers! So why don’t you blast on out of here before I blow you up myself!?”

Jessie fumed at the insult and was the first to lash out. Shelly suddenly grunted as Jessie’s gloved fist buried itself into her tanned belly. She had rested up from her showdown with Gardenia and was back to near her peak condition, but the suckerpunch still caught her off guard. The tanned trainer clutched her stomach as she went staggering back.

“Why don’t you get lost, you washed up Aqua punk?” Jessie threatened as she pounded a fist into her palm. “Before I show you some real Rocket-powered punches.”

Shelly grit her teeth and threw a wild punch of her own at Jessie’s face. The redhead Rocket goon sidestepped around it, but the Team Aqua fanatic snuck a swift right hook into the side of her belly. Jessie huffed as the wind was knocked out of her lungs, sending her leaning hard to one side.

“I knew you Team Rocket skanks were all talk. For all those catch phrases, you can’t fight for shit,” Shelly snapped.

“I’ll show you a proper battle, you washed up wannabes!” Jessie snapped back. She threw a punch for Shelly’s face but the tanned girl dodged and caught her by the wrist. She shoved Jessie into the wall behind her, making the redhead grunt as her big breasts collided with the hard surface. Jessie tried to push herself away but Shelly pressed her body against her back, pinning her against the wall.

“Going so soon?” Shelly chimed in her ear before she drove a hook into the side of Jessie’s stomach. The redhead grunted hard as Shelly kept her pinned in place, blasting her abs from either side with harsh blows. It kept Jessie gasping and shouting as she wobbled from side to side beneath the Aqua admin’s pinning position.

“Stop! Ow! You cheating little wretch!” Jessie complained noisily. She kicked and thrashed to try and escape but she was fighting blind and in a poor position to do so.

Shelly just scoffed and grabbed her by her lengthy hair, pulling back and driving her face into the wall to knock her silly. Jessie’s eyes crossed as she crumbled to the floor of the hideout, head spinning from the brain-rattling blow.

“Am I supposed to be impressed?” Shelly taunted as she stood over the dazed Team Rocket thief. Jessie was clutching her head as she rolled onto her back, just to huff as Shelly stomped her heel down on her stomach. She nearly folded in half from the forceful stomp to her tender belly, spraying a small geyser of spit into the air above her. Shelly just smirked down at her as she ground her heel dominantly into her belly.

“Stop! You’re crushing me!” Jessie gagged as she pushed at Shelly’s heel. It didn’t budge the angry Aqua agent, only exhausting herself enough to make the redhead flop back to the floor and writhe in pain.

“That’s the idea, you idiot! Just as Team Aqua will cleanse the world in water, Team Rocket will be crushed under our bootheel!”

“You stupid water-worshiping idiots!” Jessie seethed through the agony pushing down on her stomach. Shelly finally stepped off her, allowing Jessie to pull herself up to all fours. She tried to crawl away and regroup but the brunette beauty just swung a kick under her body and into her guts. It lifted her a few inches off the floor before she flopped back to the floor while she was left holding her belly.

“I always knew your crew was pathetic, but I expected more than this,” Shelly scoffed. “Resorting to thieving from other organizations and losing every fight you start sounds exactly like Team Rocket’s M.O.”

She grabbed Jessie by the hair, forcing her to rise to her knees. She steadied the redhead by her long locks and suddenly twisted, driving her knee into Jessie’s voluptuous chest. She grunted as her body bucked from the pain, letting her chest bounce around until her underboob was starting to hang out from under her top. Jessie was looking woozy with pain when Shelly returned to her favorite target, drilling her knee upward into Jess’ belly. The Rocket thug gagged noisily as more saliva splashed over her chest and her opponent’s leg, nearly collapsing over the offending limb.

“You came right on time, bitch. I’ve been meaning to take out the trash anyway,” Shelly gloated as she shoved Jessie into some of the crates of supplies. She stumbled clumsily into them, slumping against them with her arms draped over a few of the larger boxes.

“Alright! I’m sorry!” Jessie blurted out in a hurry. She waved her hands pleadingly in a desperate attempt to ward Shelly off.

“I didn’t take anything! I’ll go!”

“Oh but you just got here,” Shelly smirked. “I’ve already got a guest waiting in the other room. You can join her. Then we can get even more entertainment going.”

Jessie gulped as she recalled the shouting and smacking noises she had heard during her initial entry.

“That… that’s really not necessary,” she laughed nervously. “I’ll just be seeing myself out! Looks like Team-”

Jessie didn’t get her full phrase out as she went darting towards the window she’d snuck in through. Shelly easily intercepted her and slammed a punch into her stomach, cutting off her retreat in an instant. Jessie gave another breathless gasp as she doubled over, just for Shelly to throw her bodily into a nearby crate. Jessie gagged again as she ran right into a corner, the hard edge driving right into her tenderized tummy.

Shelly grabbed and turned Jessie around, forcing the groaning redhead to face her. Jessie desperately punched the blue-haired woman in the stomach, but it was too little too late. While it got her to flinch, Shelly threw a quick jab into Jessie’s belly that crippled her on the spot. Jessie moaned and held her belly, just for Shelly to shove her hands away.

“I’ll show you what it means to cross Team Aqua! Face the endless tide of punches from the might of an Aqua Admin!”

Shelly unleashed a speedy barrage of punches, driving her knuckles as fast and hard as she could into Jessie’s stomach. The redhead shuddered with every blow, too devastated to even put up a pretense of a defense. Shelly quickly colored her stomach with bruises as she went all out with her undisturbed pounding, savoring Jessie’s twitches and cries as she was powerless to stop her.

Shelly had worked up a sweat from the effort she poured into her assault, but Jessie was far worse off. She was sweating through her clothes, her hair and face a mess as she was left drooling and crying from the painful beating.

“Stop! I mean it! I can’t take it!” Jessie barely managed to groan. Any thoughts of maintaining her dignity were long gone in her pained state. “Team Aqua is the better team name! Water is great! Just please stop! Spare me!”  

“You lost that opportunity as soon as you broke into our facility. Now I’ll have to take care of you to make sure you don’t go spilling our glorious leader’s secrets.”

“What secrets!?” Jessie whined. “You live in a shack in the woods! I’d be too embarrassed for you to tell anyone.”

Shelly scowled angrily and drove another knee into her gut. Jessie gave one last gagging sound before she crumbled to the ground, her eyes widening before they shut sluggishly. She was knocked out cold, leaving the tanner woman triumphant.

“I suppose that’ll show you who runs the Sinnoh region,” Shelly gloated, brushing some of her sweaty hair away from her face. Even after winning the fight, she was starting to wear herself out from wailing on both of her victims so eagerly. That reminded her…

Shelly turned to check back on her prisoner, just to feel a heavy impact on her stomach. The Team Aqua admin gagged as a surprised spit take shot through her lips, bending over in instant agony.

Gardenia was standing right behind her. As soon as she’d turned around, the redheaded gym leader hit her with a spare length of pipe. Shelly might have come out on top of her struggle with Jessie, but she wasn’t expecting the escaped gym leader’s sneak attack. The devastating blow took the fight right out of her.

“Remind me to thank her for the distraction!” Gardenia hissed as she rammed the tip of the pipe into Shelly’s stomach. Her kidnapper wheezed sharply as she fell to her knees, clutching her stomach in shock and agony.

“N-no! How did you…? Stop! Wait! I… I didn’t mean it?”

Gardenia rolled her eyes disdainfully as she raised the plastic pipe over her head. Shelly could only flinch in fear as she hugged her gut.

“Thanks. That means a lot,” the gym leader snorted before cracking her improvised weapon over Shelly’s head. The Aqua admin’s eyes rolled briefly before she collapsed to the floor, knocked out cold and flopped out on top of Jessie.

It wasn’t a dignified victory for any of them, but Gardenia didn’t care. She was just massively relieved to be free from her imminent torture. She threw the pipe aside, grabbing her things and running back out the door. She was glad to have taken down her captor thanks to Jessie’s distraction, but she wasn’t about to press her luck against a whole gang of thugs. She ran for the nearest road and the closest city with an Officer Jenny, even if both of the villainesses would be long gone by the time they arrived.