Pokémon Ecchi Adventures, Part 2 [Alternate Ending]

PING PONG

Cecelia stepped into the card shop. It was a small building. It looked like a renovated pawn shop. She could smell the new carpet very clearly. A shelf of comic books and manga and cards ran along one wall, posters and collectables lined the other: signed jerseys, framed and mounted trading cards, signed pokéballs of all colors and designs.

Cecelia’s eyes were drawn to the pokéballs for only split second before being yanked to the man at the far end of the table across the room. He was an overweight young man in a Hawaiian shirt. He sat slumped down in his seat, one hand holding a dogeared and stained manga volume with an illustration of a woman with enormous boobs on the cover, a manga that Cecelia very much recognized and knew the contents of. His other hand was furious yanking at something under the table, at least it was until the PING PONG of the door registered in his ears.

“Ricky?” Cecelia asked. Her face twisted into a grimace. Her expression was a bittersweet mixture of equal parts disgust, secondhand embarrassment, and reluctant arousal.

“Cecelia?! Oh shit!”

The manga volume flopped out of Ricky’s hand. He bent down and slid further into his chair, both hands reaching under to make himself presentable. He almost fell off the chair and doubled over forward onto the table, frantically fumbling with his genitals.

ZIIPP

“OHHHGGHH!” Ricky’s eyes bugged out, his face twitched, and he groaned in pain. Zipping up his fly, apparently, had gone horribly wrong.

“Oh shit oh shit oh shit…” he whimpered.

Cecelia watched from the doorway, unblinking eyes squinting in disgust at the pathetic man wriggling half under the table, huffing with exertion, face red and eyes watering, his stupid trapped dick no doubt screaming in pain. Ricky had been a regular at the local pokémon tournaments for years. Cecelia had known him since middle school. He was always annoying and pathetically awkward, and to make matters worse his family was incredibly rich, and Ricky took every opportunity to flaunt it with his shining, top-of-the-line pokéballs. He usually fought with his faithful Trubbish, which was partnered with whatever shiny pokémon his parents decided to gift him that week. He placed fairly well almost every time he competed, making it to at least the top eight, but Cecelia had never lost to him, and she certainly wasn’t going to lose today, she thought.

“OHH! OHHkay!” Ricky shuddered and gasped with relief. He leaned back in his chair, very slowly zipped up his pants under the table, and then stood up with a lopsided, nervous grin on his face.

“Do you great all your customers like this?” Cecelia asked. She didn’t move from the doorway.

“What? No! It’s just quiet in the mornings, sometimes. It gets busier later in the day, though. I have lots of customers! All the time!”

Cecelia made a purpose of looking around the empty store, turning her head.

“Uh-huh. So how did you get a gym?”

Her voice was pointed on the word “you,” and Ricky grabbed at his heart like he’d been stabbed. His face fell like a sad puppy.

“What do you mean!? I’m a good trainer!! Just because I’m not the best like-like-”

Cecelia was already nodding, expecting Ricky’s stammering voice to settle on her name.

“-like-like Jasmine! That doesn’t mean I’m not bad!”

Cecelia’s face twitched at that name. She drew her pokéball like a gunslinger, and it grew in her hand as she pressed the button.

“So are we going to fight in here or-“

The vibe was lost on Ricky and his face lit up. “OH! Let me show you the field!”

***

Behind the card shop was an empty lot. Nearly every surface was overrun with tall, yellowing grass except for a lopsided rectangle painted in the center. Near the back fence were steel bleachers for a nonexistent audience.

“What do you think!?”

Cecelia frowned. “It’s fine. What rules do you use?”

“Two on two! Are you ready!?”

Ricky pulled a pokéball out of the pocket of his shorts. He took a position at one end of the field. Cecelia already had her ball ready. Ricky was grinning.

“Just like old times!”

Cecelia couldn’t help but smile, a hint of sadism in her twisting lips, but still mainly excitement.

Two pokéballs flashed open. Cecelia sent out her Murkrow, the bird pokémon screaming immediately as it was free in the open air. The glowing shape from Ricky’s pokéball, though, was not the small form of his trubbish, but the towering form of a much larger pokémon completely made of garbage, a garbadour. The garbadour moaned its battle cry.

“He’s bigger than you remember, huh!?” Ricky shouted across the lot.

Cecelia swallowed.

“Murkrow use drill peck!”

Murkrow corkscrewed forward, air spiraled around its body, and it shot forward like a missile. The garbadour was too slow to move and took the direct hit. Chunks of the trash that made up its body fell off while Murkrow drilled into it, but the monster itself didn’t topple over.

“Metal claw!!” Ricky commanded.

Garbadour shoved its gut forward, knocking Murkrow away and then the metal shards of trash in its arms glowed before lashing out, the arms stretching across the field like tendrils.

Murkrow barely dodged the metal tipped arms of trash. Cecelia watched, her eyes focusing on the arms with Murkrow’s eyes. As the trash monster swung its arms around, faster and faster, trash falling of its body, it was subtly, slowly, moving forward. Step by step it was advancing, closing the distance and leaving nowhere for Murkrow to evade.

WHACK

A stray metal claw hit Murkrow in the face, spiraling them back, almost knocking them out of the air and the arena. They stabilized and flapped in place at the very edge of the rectangle with the claws slowly moving forward, glinting with new intensity with each swipe.

“Murkrow!” Cecelia shouted. “Use drill peck and follow my lead!”

Murkrow dove forward.

“LEFT!”

Murkrow flew to the left, barely dodging an arm, only for a second to come from the side and knock Murkrow to the ground, unconscious.

Cecelia clenched her jaw and returned Murkrow to its pokéball. At the other end of the field, Ricky was grinning proudly at his garbadour, but he wasn’t saying anything, which somehow made it worse. He was exuding pure, focused confidence in his strategy, in his pokémon. He didn’t have to gloat.

Cecelia called out Poliwhirl. The frog pokémon smacked its boxing glove hands together as it took shape. She took a deep breath.

“Poliwhirl, use body slam!”

Garbadour readied its arms, but Poliwhirl was already in the air above it. Garbadour tried to knock Poliwhirl out of the air with its claws, but Poliwhirl spun at the last second, evading them, and slamming its full weight down into the trash monster with an enormous slam.

Poliwhirl bounced out of the impact, and Garbadour was stunned, twitching, unable to move.

“NOoO!” Ricky gasped.

Cecelia didn’t flinch. “Bubblebeam!”

A stream of bubbles shot from the spiral on Poliwhirl’s chest and collided against Garbadour like a flurry of machine gun bullets. Garbadour shook with each impact and then collapsed face-first onto the ground.

Rickey returned Garbadour to its pokéball. He was pacing around his side of the field.

“LUCKY!” he yelled, his voice cracking.

Cecelia grinned, Poliwhirl threw its fist to the sky in victory, and Ricky tossed out his second pokémon.

The flash of the pokéball was accompanied by a glittering shine. It was a Drowzee, but not yellow and brown, instead a tacky, glowing pink color.

“Your parents buy you that one?” Cecelia taunted.

“No! I got it in a trade! I sold a signed pair of Bonnie Roma’s panties for it!”

Cecelia arched an eyebrow, impressed but doubtful. “The pop star?”

“Yeah!!”

“Used?”

Ricky turned bright red. He didn’t know if Cecelia meant used by Bonnie or if she meant that he used them to jerk off. Meanwhile, Poliwhirl was bouncing on its feet like a boxer ready for its command despite the trainers bickering, but Drowzee however was absently scratching at its butt with one hand.

“uhH- Drowzee, use double team!”

Drowzee looked over its shoulder at Ricky with complete and utter disdain. It yawned.

“Poliwhirl, use double slap!”

Poliwhirl rushed forward, but Drowzee split once and then twice and then too many times to count until a dozen Drowzees stood around the field.

“t-That’s right, Drowzee! Good job!”

The Drowzees, however, completely ignored Ricky and Poliwhirl and started to… dance?

Cecelia and Poliwhirl watched, confused. It wasn’t an attack, was it? They weren’t targeting Poliwhirl at all. Cecelia watched the subtle movements. One of them has to be the real one… There has to be some sort of tell…

Ca-CLINK

Cecelia looked down. Her belt had become unbuckled. Her pants and panties were glowing with psychic energy and were escaping her hips.

“RICKY! You fucking perv!” Cecelia screamed. She gripped her pants with clawed, desperate hands. Her face was growing bright red with embarrassment and the strain of fighting against the psychic pull.

“It’s not me!!” Ricky wailed. “Drowzee, stop!”

The dozen Drowzee danced the macarena in defiance.

“Urrggg!” Cecelia grit her teeth. She was sweating. The pants were descending; her knees were buckling together. They slipped down, past her waist. The top half of her buttcheeks ballooned over the top of her waistband from behind and more and more of her crotch was exposed to the world. Ricky clamped his hands over his own crotch, trying to cover his erection, but just drawing more attention to it. The Drowzee grinned in amusement.

Poliwhirl looked around the field and back at Cecelia. Each of her struggling noises pulled him away from the field like a cry for help. He couldn’t focus between how upset she was and the horde of dancing Drowzee.

Suddenly a stray Drowzee leapt forward and attacked Poliwhirl with a headbutt, knocking him to the ground.

“Poliwhirl!” Cecelia shouted. Pulled away from her pants, she looked across the field, trying to focus on the Drowzee that attacked, the real one, but it was lost in the crowd. But, in that instant, her pants slipped to her mid-thigh and her panties were yanked past her crotch.

“NooOO!” she shrieked. Her hand clamped down on her pussy at the last second. From behind, her wide hips and round buttcheeks were completely exposed. She could feel the wind on them. She clenched them in a desperate, animal instinct to protect her naked ass. With her other hand she futilely tried to pull her clothes back up, but the psychic pull was too strong.

Poliwhirl stood up, but instead of looking at the field, its sympathetic, sad eyes turned to the blushing, wriggling, bent over, panicked form of its trainer. Cecelia looked at her pokémon.

“Poliwhirl can’t focus because he’s too busy worrying about me,” she realized. The air tickled her asscrack, despite her clenching.

On the field, the Drowzee danced, and Ricky’s knees were knocked together. It looked like his pants were about to explode.

A burning flame filled Cecelia’s brain. She wasn’t going to lose. Not to this piece of shit and a pokémon he can’t even control.

She stood up, and she let go.

Her pants and panties fell to the ground with a thump. Her hands were on her hips. She stood tall, eyes blazing. Her ass was no longer clenched. Her hips, the shaven triangle of her crotch and her pink pussy lips were exposed, shining in the sun. Every inch of her slender legs was bare, standing tall and pale.

Ricky’s nose bled. He stared, transfixed. His mind and body about to break. The Drowzee stared too, drooling, their dancing stopped, but Poliwhirl, sensing his trainer’s determination, her will and control, took a fighting stance.

“Poliwhirl, jump and use bubblebeam!” Cecelia commanded.

Poliwhirl bounced forward and fired his bubblebeam straight into the ground, jettisoning him up into the sky, thirty, then forty feet into the air.

“Body slam!”

Poliwhirl fell like a meteor and hit the center of the field with an enormous earthquake. The entire lot shook with the shockwave and the ground rippled and cracked. Ricky fell on his ass. The duplicate, illusory Drowzee shuddered and shook from the impact, and they vanished, leaving only the original standing alone and uneasy on its feet.

Poliwhirl rose from the crater, smoke wreathing its body.

The Drowzee seemed to shrink, cowering in fear. Poliwhirl stepped towards it, slowly. Drowzee shook violently, quaking with each thunderous step Poliwhirl took towards it.

Poliwhirl smacked its gloves together, a thunderclap, and the Drowzee’s eyes crossed.

It fainted from pure fear and passed out with a thump, foaming at the mouth.

Ricky stood up and started to search his pockets. The raging hardon in his pants was sticking straight forward.

“Uh, well I’m sorry about that, Cecelia, but I guess you earned the card badge… if I can just find it…”

He was unaware of Cecelia pulling her pants back up and powerwalking towards him.

“Oh! Here it is!” he said, holding up a small badge shaped like an ace of hearts but cast in porcelain.

With two swift movements, a one-two punch, Cecelia swiped the badge out of her hand and swung her boot right into Ricky’s balls, lifting him off the air with a mighty CRUNCCH.

“OUGGHHH!” Ricky screamed. He fell over on his back and rocked back and forth, grabbing at his poor nuts.

Cecelia stood over him. “LEARN TO CONTROL YOUR POKEMON!”

Ricky covered his face with his arms and closed his eyes. “OKAY! Okay! I’ll be sure to- AAAIEEEEEEE”

Cecelia had grabbed his legs, parting them, and was driving her heel down against his nuts, grinding them into the ground, jackhammering the orbs and sack, sounds like crunching walnuts echoing across the field and into the sky.

“CECELI-AAHHH!! STOPP! YOU’RE GOING TO BREAK THEM! OHHH! OUGGHHHEEEEEEIIIIIIIII”

Cecelia leaned forward, her full weight on his nuts.

SPRRRTCCHH

Every bit of cum in Ricky’s body was forced out of his nuts by Cecelia’s weight. The juices exploded out of his dick and painted the front of his pants. His eyes rolled back from the lancing, aching, brutal pain torturing and violating his nuts, the electric pain through his entire nervous system, the sudden thunderous burst of his entire precious juices forced out of him, and then he passed out.

Cecelia wiped the sweat from her forehead. She turned to Poliwhirl, held up the badge, and beamed.

“We did it, Poliwhirl! Our first badge!”

Poliwhirl hopped into the air and warbled happily while Cecelia struck a pose with the card badge, making a victory sign.