Pokemon Ecchi Adventures Part 7

A fire breathing monster hungry for ass stalks the swamp! Meanwhile, Annabelle breaks the first rule of showering in prison...

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.