Pokemon Ecchi Adventures, Part 6

The sand under the beach blanket shifted as Cecelia stretched across its surface before curling up into a sleepy ball. The parasol above provided a cone of shade, and the breeze blowing across the water was cool and pleasant across Cecelia's sweaty skin. She was wearing a t-shirt with a gangar on the front and a pair of pink bikini bottoms that were riding up slightly into her cheeks. Her long, stubbly legs were pulled up to her slender chest. Her pokéballs were shrunken and attached to a strap running around her wrist. She hadn't had time to shave in weeks, and she didn't really care, just like she didn't care about the background noise from the beach goers all around her. The kids yards away with their pet marill making sandcastles and shouting at their parents. The volleyball team higher up the dunes whooping with every hit. Feet crunching across the sand as people walked up and down the beach with their families and loved ones. The wingull calling as they glided on the air. A parasailer was soaring high above the beach, pulled by a tiny boat out in the bay. But it was all background noise under the bubble of her umbrella.

Cecelia and Mari had been backpacking down the long highway running up the bay that led north. The sun had been baking them as they trudged through the blinding light. To their right was the glistening sand and water, tantalizing them. Cecelia eventually suggested that they take a break on the beach and Mari begrudgingly agreed. She had wanted to put more distance between them and Castello City in case Team Rocket would try to steal the tablet, but even the athletic gym leader of the Safari Zone was melting in the sun.

"You look like a cat," Mari laughed.

Cecelia raised her head. Her eyes bugged out. Mari, perfect Mari, was standing over her and every curve of her swimsuit clad body was accentuated from her worm’s eye view below her. Cecelia swallowed hard and her eyes darted around, trying not to stare. Mari, obvious turned around, presenting her round butt and tight swimsuit-clad pussy, which descended, settling down right in front of Cecelia's face. Her eyes worked in slow motion, capturing every subtle squish of buttflesh against the beach blanket, every stretch and tug of the one-piece swimsuit against her the soft cheeks.

Coughing, Cecelia jerked up to a sitting position. Her hand went to her nose. It wasn't bleeding. She had been getting better at controlling herself around Mari, now that they had been traveling for a couple of days, but her nipples were still prodding at her t-shirt, and she felt very flushed.

Mari pulled a bottle of water from her backpack, which was sitting next to Cecelia's. Cecelia's eyes followed her every movement. Her fingers and arms and shoulders.

"I've seen the way you look at me."

Mari said.

Cecelia took a sharp inhale through her nose.

"What?"

Mari turned to Cecelia, leaning over her, trapping Cecelia with her arm propping her up against the blanket. Her face, the curved corners of her dark eyes, her soft lips, her adorable bushy eyebrows. Cecelia seemed to shrink under the shorter woman and her approaching face.

"I want to love every inch of you," Mari said.

Mari's lips greeted Cecelia's as Mari pulled her body on top of hers.

"MmMM!" Cecelia gasped in shock, for an instant, but her mouth hungrily locked against Mari's, tasting her while breathing deep, taking in the sweaty sweet smell of Mari's hair, her barely clothed body pressing against her, her boobs pressing against Cecelia's through her shirt, Mari's legs interlocking with her own, her thigh parting Cecelia's legs and pressing against her crotch. Cecelia spasmed at the sudden contact. Mari pulled her lips away from her and pressed her face and against Cecelia's, running her soft cheek against Cecelia’s, her nose nuzzling Cecelia's blazing ears, her mouth finding Cecelia's neck and kissing, licking, moving down. Cecelia's hands ran down Mari's back, her taut muscular back while her legs hugged Mari's, her hands finding Mari's buttcheeks, grasping their softness. She squirmed, greeting Mari's body with her own, her boobs against Mari's boobs, her wet electric crotch gently grinding against Mari's thigh. Mari's hands ran across Cecelia's ribcage, her belly, her hips, her lips reached Cecelia's collarbone and Cecelia moaned, Mari shifted on top of her, Cecelia grasping at her boobs, Mari's left hand slipping into Cecelia's bikini bottoms, fingers gliding across and into her wet folds, Cecelia moaning, eyes watering, tugging the stretchy swimsuit off Mari with clawed hands running across her sweating body-

"Cecelia! Cecelia!"

A splash of water hit Cecelia right in the face. She looked around, eyes unfocused. Her face was bright red, and steam was rising out of her ears like twin teakettles. Mari was sitting in front of her, water bottle in hand and concern on her face.

"Are you okay?! You spaced out for a second! I thought you were getting heat stroke."

Cecelia coughed. A cloud of horny steam sputtered out of her bright red, humiliated face.

"i'm fine..." she croaked. She tried to shift her legs, closing them together to hide the dripping slickness of her pussy clinging and seeping through her bottoms. She grabbed her backpack and held it in front of her chest.

Mari seemed unconvinced. She grabbed Cecelia's wrist and tugged her out of the protective umbrella. Cecelia, gangly knees knocked together, stood awkwardly on the sand. She hugged her backpack. She was feeling very vulnerable and needed to desperately be alone, but Mari pulled her toward the water.

"Come on, you need to cool off!"

Words caught in her throat, Cecelia stumbled after her. She tried to avoid eye contact with all the other beachgoers, especially as she felt her own juices run down the inside of her thigh. Instead, she turned her eyes to the sky where she noticed the paraglider for the first time. A woman was sitting in the paraglider seat tied to the parachute. She was wearing a floral print bikini - white with pink lotuses. Her boobs were gigantic, and she had absurd twin tails curled into drills. A spinarak was sitting in her lap. Before Cecelia could react a long tendril of spider web shot out from the spinarak and stuck to her backpack clasped to her chest.

"NOO!" Cecelia shouted. Her hands grasped around the backpack shoulder strap as it was pulled away. The backpack contained not only all her belongings, but also the secret tablet Team Rocket had been trying so hard to get their hands on!

Annabelle squeezed her spinarak in her hands. Her face was decorated with a vicious grin, and she yanked on the creature, trying to pull the backpack out of Cecelia's grip while the boat on the bay started to take off to the open water, tugging the paraglide away from the beach.

Mari immediately understood what was happening and hopped up, grabbing the other shoulder strap of the backpack and pulling it back toward the ground with her full flexing weight in a desperate tug-of-war. But the backpack wasn't in the best condition. It was stitched and sewn together after being ripped apart by Sawsbuck in the forest.

The seams strained for a second under the weight of the two girls before popping and the two shoulder straps ripped clean off. Cecelia and Mari fell to the sand ass-first while the backpack went flying up into Annabelle's hands.

"EAT MY ASS, LOSERS!" Annabelle yelled from the paraglider, which was quickly growing smaller as it was pulled out to sea.

Cecelia scrambled to her feet, running after Annabelle on the sand.

"WE CAN'T LET HER GET AWAY!" Mari shouted, taking off after her.

From the paraglider, Annabelle was digging through the backpack and tossing Cecelia's belongings over the side. Cecelia's panties and bras fluttered down onto the surprised and shocked beachgoers.

Several very explicit and dogeared manga volumes thumped down onto the sand from her backpack. Cecelia scooped up what she could in her mad dash. Her stomach squirmed with impotent embarrassment and rage. Her eyes watered. The beachgoers that were overcoming the shock of underwear raining down on them were busy snickering at Cecelia's panicked humiliation.

Above, Annabelle finally pulled the case containing the tablet from the backpack. She was grinning so hard it looked like her face was going to break. She tossed the rest of the backpack over her shoulder where it fell onto the sand, and she clutched the case. She tapped on her earpiece.

"I've got it, full steam ahead!"

In the boat, Team Rocket member Timothy tapped on his own earpiece. "Roger that!" The skinny, barely 5'5" team rocket member pressed the throttle of the speedboat to maximum. He was wearing a bright red speedo with a black R across his crotch. Suntan lotion was smeared under his eyes in two fat rectangles.

The boat took off, bouncing across the water at full speed.

Annabelle gave the shrinking form of Cecelia the middle finger as she was pulled away. Cecelia ground her teeth together. She had scooped up her useless backpack in her hands. She threw a pokéball from her wrist.

"MURKROW!"

Murkrow appeared and took off like a rocket at Annabelle, but Annabelle's earpiece glowed and sparked. Just as Murkrow was within range, an electric form emerged from the earpiece, taking the shape of a grinning Rotom.

"Rotom, use thunderbolt!" the voice of Timothy said through the earpiece. Electricity sparked from the ghost pokémon to Murkrow, and the bird pokémon plummeted to the ground, instantly KO'd.

"Murkrow!" Cecelia cried. She returned the falling Murkrow to her pokéball. She could hear Annabelle cackling from the paraglider.

“OH-HOHOHOHOHO!”

"Cecelia, we need to stop that boat!" Mari was already on the water, squatting on her wailmer Bruno Jr. The whale pokémon took off in pursuit, cutting across the waves with Mari riding him like a surfboard.

"Right!" Cecelia said. She ran up and grabbed a boogey board from a slack jawed surfer boy.

"Hey!" he shouted, but Cecelia ignored him. She threw a pokéball, making poliwhirl materialize in the surf. Taking a rope from her backpack, Cecelia looped it around poliwhirl and tied it to the boogey board.

"After that boat!" she commanded. Poliwhirl warbled in reply and took off across the water; Cecelia clung belly first to the boogey as she was pulled along.

In the boat, Timothy pressed a button on an automatic engine connected to the paraglider. It whirled and slowly started to pull in the long rope connecting Annabelle to the boat. Then, he ran to the console and picked up a Team Rocket pokéball in his hand.

"All right, Abra," he said to the ball. "Almost time for us to get out of he-EERR!" the boat suddenly shuddered and creaked and veered off course. The pokéball fell out of his hands and rolled away across the floor.

Timothy righted himself and looked over the side. Mari and Bruno had caught up to the boat and Bruno was summoning swirling whirlpools across the water, making the motorboat bounce and twist as it sped across the surface. Mari glared at the Team Rocket Member with fiery determination.

"r-Rotom!" Timothy said, summoning Rotom from his earpiece. Cackling, the electric pokemon started shooting bolts of electricity at Mari and Bruno. The two were able to dodge nearly every lightning bolt before Bruno was hit in the face and careened off into the distance.

Timothy sighed and leaned against the edge of the boat as the whirlpools dissipated and the water started to smooth. Turning, he saw that Annabelle was almost reeled in, but a new figure was approaching, cutting through the water with powerful strokes and pulling a frizzy haired woman behind it. The woman was holding a purplish glob over her head, arching her arm back against the waves.

"GO, GOOMY!" she shouted.

The slimy snail dragon soared through the air and stuck to Timothy's face with a snotty splat.

"MMNNRRRR!!!" he screamed, trying to pull it off and flailing around. He squirmed and twisted and fell over the side, but the front edge of his speedo caught on the tow hitch of the back of the boat. His speedo stretched out in front of him as his heels dug into the bouncing waves. His hands grabbed at his crotch, and he screamed into Goomy as he was towed behind boat while standing upright in a ballbusting front wedgie!

"NNRRRRRRHH!!!" he howled. The elastic material and the speed of his boat crushed his sensitive orbs in a vice that sent screaming, sickening, crushing pain through his entire body.

Poliwhirl and Cecelia were gaining. She looked at the screaming, Team Rocket member and winced. Reaching out with her pokéball, she returned Goomy, which gave Timothy the opportunity to scream, in a now high-pitched voice:

"ROTOM! STOP THE BOAT!"

Rotom darted into the boat's electric controls. The controls sparked and the speed went from full speed to zero instantly. The sudden stopping jerk caused Timothy's speedo to stretch and snap and the now naked man was flung backwards into the air by the momentum. His stubby dick and crushed balls flopping around, he soared backward to the beach.

Annabelle, still on the paraglider but rapidly approaching the boat, watched him fly past her with disgust on her face.

"Stupid bastard."

"WWOAAH-AAAHHHH!!!" Timothy screamed. Her flew over the beachgoers before crashlanding in  the volleyball court with a sandy explosion.

The volleyball girls coughed, and when the dust settled, Timothy was revealed buried face first in the sand. His skinny naked ass and legs stuck up into the air. His upside-down dick and balls were pointed right at them. He kicked his legs helplessly and his junk flopped around.

"EEWWWW!!"

"FUCKING PERVERT!"

"GET HIS BALLS!" the girls screamed. Clawed hands pulled his legs apart and stamping, angry feet crushed his balls into the sand while Timothy spasmed with each crushing pain and his muffled screams echoed through the ground.

Annabelle, meanwhile, was only about eight feet above the boat. Looking at Cecelia approaching the stopped boat, she grit her teeth and leaped from the paraglider. She fell with an ungraceful thud onto the boat.

"OWW!" she grunted. Securing her bikini top around her still jostling boobs, then hunched over to search for Abra's pokeball so she could teleport away.

Cecelia saw her leap onto the boat, and she knew that Annabelle could escape any second.

"Poliwhirl! You need to go faster, please!"

Straining, panting, poliwhirl pushed against the water's surface, picking up one final burst of speed. As it took off, though, Cecelia felt the water tugging at her bikini bottoms. She felt the fabric pulled down and her ass and pussy freed against the water. The bottoms clung around her thighs for a second before all sensation of them against her skin was gone. Face becoming flushed, she turned around and saw the pink floating remains of her bottoms on the water, becoming smaller and smaller, but there was no turning back now. The boat was only a few feet away, eight feet, seven feet, six feet, four feet.

One hand covering her pussy, Cecelia crawled onto the boat and flopped over the side onto the deck. Her bare, jiggling ass smacked against the deck. Poliwhirl, exhausted, floated belly-up in the water.

"Well look who we have here," Annabelle said. "It looks like you forgot something."

Cecelia tried to cover her butt with her hand. Completely soaked and blushing, she pulled herself to her feet while covering her crotch and ass. Her knees knocked together defensively. Barely seven feet separated her from Annabelle.

"Give me back the tablet!"

Annabelle held the tablet case under her arm.

"I don't fucking think so. Do you know what I went through to get this stupid thing?"

Cecelia nodded. "Yeah, I saw the photos with the tentacruel and the uh..." her voice trailed off as the image of Annabelle, topless, writhing, and double penetrated by tentacles filled her brain. She felt her heart race and her eyes dart around Annabelle's tall, busty, imposing form.

Annabelle recognized the dazed expression on Cecelia's face, and her lip curled. "You sick little bitch! You made a mistake coming out here to face me!"

But Cecelia, in checking out Annabelle, noticed the Team Rocket pokéball roll across the bobbing deck of the ship, resting right between Annabelle's legs. Without thinking she dove for it, arms reaching out, grasping it in her hands, and her head, accidentally, colliding with Annabelle's pussy.

"OUGHHH!!" Her clit was crushed against Cecelia's skull in a lip-parting, pelvis-shaking headbutt, and she doubled over trying to grab at her crotch, falling on top of Cecelia in the process.

"Give me that ball!" she gasped in a squawking voice.

Cecelia extend her arms, keeping the ball away from the fuming woman scrambling on top of her, clawing at her arms, sliding across her body, smothering her with her boobs. One of Annabelle's hand was still gripping the case, while the other was reaching for the ball. Cecelia's unshaven, pussy was wet, aching, as the two of them wrestled against each over in a mad mass of fumbling, slapping, writhing bodies.

"MMmmMMM!!" Cecelia moaned, high in her throat, hungrily huffing at the boobs suffocating her.

"You disgusting fucking pervert," Annabelle grunting, crawling over Cecelia, her hand finally reaching across and grabbing at Cecelia's fingers, trying to pry them from the ball, and Cecelia's grip, overcome by bliss was starting to loosen.

Annabelle wrenched the ball out of Cecelia's hand and held it over her head. She stood over Cecelia, so over taken by victory that she was able to ignore, the prone, wriggling Cecelia between her legs with cartoon hearts in her eyes. Annabelle’s thumb went to open the pokéball when there was a sudden grip on the seat of her bikini bottoms.

Annabelle turned to see a floating spritzee grab the waistband of her panties in its little beak before wrenching them up over her head in an atomic wedgie.

"YEEEOOWWWW!!" Annabelle howled. Her bottoms stretched into a thong, slicing up against her crack with a sudden burning electric pain. Her bottoms were pulled down in the front tightening around her still sore clit. The pain was so sudden, so violating, that the ball fell from her hand.

Cecelia, awakened from her boob-induced daze by the howl of pain, suddenly realized Annabelle's vulnerable position: legs spread above her. Summoning all her strength, Cecelia's leg swung up and crushed Annabelle's pussy with her shin.

"AAAiiEEE-EEKK!" The tablet case fell from her hand, and Annabelle flopped over onto her back, unconscious and foaming at the mouth.

Cecelia stood up. Over the side of the boat, Mari and Bruno Jr. were swimming in the water. Cecelia waved to them.

“Thanks for the save!”

Mari covered her face, giggling.

Cecelia looked down, realizing that her wave had tugged her t-shirt up over her waist and her belly and bare pussy were completely exposed. Biting her lip, she yanked the shirt down in the front with both hands, but that still made the t-shirt tighten around her boobs and leave nothing of their shape and her erect nipples to the imagination.

"Don't be so embarrassed!" Mari laughed. "We're all girls here."

She tossed a balled-up piece of fabric onto the boat.

"Here! I found them about to float out to sea!"

Cecelia unraveled the pink ball until it took the shape of her bikini bottoms again. Her face was beaming with relief, she ducked down to tug them back onto her legs.

***

The police were leading a handcuffed Annabelle and Timothy into the police cars. A crowd had gathered, not only because it was an arrest of two dreaded Team Rocket Members, but because of the state they were both in. They were both barely conscious. Timothy was still naked, and his balls were red-purple and swollen. Cum dribbled out of his dick, squashed out of his tortured balls by athletic volleyball girl feet. Annabelle was still doubled over, bound in her atomic wedgie.

"So, I guess you'll be heading back to Castello City now that Team Rocket's caught?" Cecelia asked. She and Mari were watching the show with ice cream cones in their hands. Cecelia was frowning despite the ice cream.

Mari shrugged. "I don't know. It's been forever since I've been out on the road. And this is all so much more exciting then feeding the fish at the aquarium."

Cecelia perked up. "Really?"

Mari licked her ice cream. "Of course! So, I think I'll stick around for a little bit longer. Besides, someone needs to keep an eye on you, between your allergies and your heat stroke and your wardrobe malfunctions...."

Cecelia turned bright red. The ice cream steamed and melted in her hand from her embarrassment, but she was smiling.