Pokemon Ecchi Adventures, Part 5

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!”