Pokemon Ecchi Adventures, Part 8 [Scat Version]

“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-“

“Betram!” 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 suddenly released from Cecelia’s startled ass.

SSPPRRttCRRrcSSppttLL

Farting, burning, gurgling diarrhea shit fell out of her asshole, filling her panties and the seat of her pants with sticky, slimy warmth. The seat of her pants sank with a new, horrible weight. Cecelia bit her lip in dismay, standing in her own rancid filth. The hot spicy stench was overwhelming, extending from her ass like nuclear radiation. Poliwhirl pinched its nose close in disgust.

Cecelia recalled Poliwhirl back to its pokéballs. Very carefully, she took off her belt and then looped it over her shoulder and across her chest like a bandolier.

She unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped her fly. The pouring rain was making the fat load of shit in her pants run down her legs, carried by the running water. Cecelia slowly lowered her pants and panties. She pulled the waistbands away from her butt, letting slopping steaming shit fall out in the muddy water. At that moment, though, her guts twisted, and her asshole burst open, firing a shotgun blast of shitty chunks.

BBLLRRPPTT

“fuucckkk!” Cecelia gasped. She grabbed her stomach and doubled over. The cold rain splattered against her bare ass. She was involuntarily clenching her hole, but that didn’t stop a long stream of hot diarrhea shit to pour out her ass like it was a faucet. If anything, it just concentrated the shit into a high-pressure stream. She lifted her shirt away from her waist, bunching it up and holding it in her teeth. Her jaws clamped around the wet fabric as she whimpered. With her shirt pulled up, she was flashing her belly all the way to her gray bra, which was slowly turning black from the water.

SSSPprrlttCCHHssPRRRCCH

Her ass gurgled, sputtered, fleshy noises like the backfiring of a car. Her asshole stretched and gaped open as each sound made solid chunks of shit fly out of her rectum and splash against the rising water.

Cecelia hunkered down into a squat. Her stomach felt like it was seizing up. Despite the pouring rain, her ass felt like it was on fire. Her knees and shins were weak, like.

“whhhyyyy….” she whimpered.

A hard, rocky, and segmented turd crawled out of her ass, twisting as it escaped her depths. Each segment in its lumpy surface seemed to pull and just into her butt and against her asshole in new and different directions, but each centimeter causing dry, prickling pain.

The rocky shit dangling down like a tail, Cecelia lifted one foot and tugged a boot off. Her bare foot splashed down into the quagmire of mud and shit pooling around her ankles. She squinted to see through the water running down her face and clinging to her eyelashes. She tugged her wet, shit filled jeans off that leg, pulled her shoe back on and then did the same with the other leg.

She flung her ruined pants and panties over her shoulder and then threw them into the darkness. At the same time, the long hard turd final fell out of her as she pushed with a pained, guttural moan.

“urggghkk…”

It fell into the water where it made a loud splash like a boulder had hit the surface.

Shitty, muddy water exploded up at the now bottomless Cecelia, painting her ass and pussy and thighs with grimy, foul smelling muck.

***

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,” Betram said.

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

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

Betram 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!” Betram shouted.

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

Grumbling, Betram 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?” Betram 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. Betram 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.

Betram 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 Betram 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. Betram, 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?” Betram 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?” Betram 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!!”

To be continued…