Pokemon Ecchi Adventures, Part 1

The sun rose over the grassy fields and acres of corn. The warm glow seeped through Cecelia’s window and down onto her naked butt. She was only wearing a t-shirt and was sleeping on her face, her ass pointed to the sky. He peachy cheeks and wide hips glowed in the light. The thin, pink, delicate folds of her pussy glistened under her asshole. Lanky and tall, she hugged her pillow with her slender arms and sighed blissfully at the sun gently toasting her softest most private parts.

Outside the window, the pokémon in Cecelia's large backyard started to wake up. Pachirisu skittered out of their holes high in the trees and bounded up the tree branches. Goomy crawled their gummy purple bodies over dew-covered flowers and weeds. Starly flew overhead through the crisp morning air.

Cecelia and her mother lived just outside of Bristol Town, only a couple of miles from the main road that ran through the town’s square and stretched out into the rest of the Valspar region.

And then the alarm clock rang.

The beeping alarm clock on Cecelia's bedside table sounded like a screaming siren, but she didn't move. Instead, she scratched absently at her butt with her left hand. One of the three pokéballs next to the alarm clock, however, rattled with frustration before bursting open with a flash of light.

Cecelia's Poliwag stood on the bed next to her head and frowned at her with disappointment. It smacked the alarm clock with its tail, shutting it off. Then, it waddled over to the foot of the bed, to Cecelia's pert, upturned butt.

Poliwag swung its paddle-like tail back, taking aim...

SMACCKK

"EEE!"

Cecelia jumped to her feet, grabbing at her throbbing ass, and in the process, bumping her head on the low ceiling with a thud.

"UGGHHH!" she groaned, her eyes watering. She crumpled to a little ball on the bed, left hand on her butt, right hand on her head, shuddering with pain, her buttcheeks glowing bright red, but very much awake.

***

Dressed in her sweater and jeans, Cecelia slowly, painfully, lowered her butt down at the kitchen table. She winced sharply.

“Oh! Good to see you’re up! Wouldn’t want to miss the big day!~” Cecelia’s mother said in a sing song voice while she set the eggs and pancakes down on the table. Chugging down orange juice, Cecelia nodded.

Cecelia’s mom sat down at the table with a glowing smile. She was so petite that she was barely able to see over the table’s edge. She watched Cecelia chop her pancakes up with a fork and knife and destroy them with syrup. Her smile turned sad.

“It feels like it was just yesterday… You were running around the fields with the bug pokémon you caught in our backyard, surprising trainers, starting fights. My little bug catcher girl…”

Cecelia frowned with embarrassment. She looked up from the pancakes for just a second.

“That was, like, 11 years ago, mom.”

Her mother nodded. “I know, I know… You’re nineteen now…”

They sat in silence. On the floor, a Goomy slowly crawled towards Cecelia’s leg. It bumped against her, headbutting her gently but demandingly.

She bent, down, picked it up, and set it on the table. The Goomy opened its mouth, stretching it as wide as possible. Cecelia picked up a wedge of pancakes with her fork and fed it to the little snail dragon.

“You spoil that thing…” her mother said.

Goomy opened its mouth for another serving. Its tiny eyes were glazed over in pancake bliss.

“It’s okay. It’s just a baby,” Cecelia said.

Her mom got up and started moving dishes into the sink. Then, with her back towards her, she said, “Cecelia? Are you sure you want to do this?”

Cecelia frowned. Goomy stared at her, its mouth still open. Its eyebrows knitted together with impatience.

“I do well at the local tournaments,” Cecelia said. “I’m the best in this town. Easily, the best in this town. I think it’s time to see how I’d do if I actually competed in the Valspar Pokémon League.”

Cecelia’s mom said something, softly, that Cecelia couldn’t hear. She shoved another pancake wedge into Goomy’s mouth, and while it was chewing, she pulled a pokéball out of her pocket and returned the tiny snail into it.

Cecelia walked over to her mom and hugged her from behind.

“Mom, it’s going to be okay- this is like one of the few things that I know I’m good at.”

Her mom smiled.

“You’ve grown up so much!”

She pointed to Cecelia’s slender chest. “Now, if you can only do some more growing around here!”

Cecelia sighed. “I don’t think they’re going to grow anymore, mom…”

***

Cecelia walked down main street. The fall breeze shook her tangled, frizzy, shoulder length hair. The street was lined with fast food restaurants and small businesses. It was still early, so only a few cars sped down the street’s six lanes. Down a small side street was the Pokémon Lab.

The small, rectangular building it looked more like a clinic or a dentist’s office than a laboratory; it was the only one in town.

The parking lot was empty. Smiling with excitement, Cecelia ran up to the front door.

She yanked on it. It didn’t move. Was she early?

She peered inside through the windows. The lobby was pitch black. She looked at the sign. The lab should have been open an hour ago.

With glowing confusion and concern, Cecelia yanked at the door again. The door opened slightly and in between the door and the doorframe was some kind of gray sticky substance. Like putty or calking.

Cecelia pushed, stretching, and tugging the webs apart, opening the door just wide enough so she could slip inside.

Her footsteps echoed across the linoleum floor.

“Professor Burgandy! It’s Cecelia! I’m here to register for the Pokémon League!”

There was no answer from the darkness. Cecelia pulled out her phone and turned on the light.

She gasped. The ceiling and walls of the lobby were coated with globby spiderwebs that extended down the hall into the rest of the building.

Heart beating, she crept forward. Something skittered in the darkness. She whirled, but nothing was there.

Down the hall, the globs of spiderwebs dripped onto the floor. Cecelia stepped around the dripping goo. Nervousness growing, Cecelia reached for the pokéballs strapped to her belt. Her hand was interrupted by a muffled yelp.

“MpphMMnn!”

Cecelia shone her phone upward and gasped. Hanging from the ceiling, was a lab assistant. She was struggling against the spiderwebs and moaning with pain. Her hands and legs were bound, and she was suspending from the ceiling by a long, thick strand of string attached to her panties. The purple cottony material was shoved up her buttcrack in a slicing wedgie. Her skirt had ridden up and her large pale buttcheeks shown like a miniature moon in the darkness of the hallway.

Cecelia swallowed, transfixed by the wiggling butt. She was so mesmerized that she almost didn’t see the large spider, a spinarak, climb out of the webbing on the woman’s back and onto her buttcheeks.

Her eyes darted backward as, suddenly, the sounds of multiple spinarak crawling across the ceiling and walls behind her became louder and louder.

Cecelia leapt forward toward the woman, barely dodging a spinarak descending from its spider strand like a missile from the ceiling, aiming for the waistband of her jeans.

It instead grabbed at the cuff of her pantleg and with surprising strength lifted Cecelia up toward the ceiling.

“HEY!” Cecelia shouted. She struggled upside down to reach for her pokéballs. Her pants shifted, tugged upward by her weight, pulling them halfway off her hips, exposing her pink panties, and pulling her pokéballs farther away from her grasping hands.

A third spinarak descended from the ceiling, looming toward her.

Meanwhile, the spinarak on the suspended lab assistant chomped its little pincer fangs into the squishy flesh of her wedgied ass.

“MMPHHHNNG!” she squealed, a shrill high-pitched scream as her buttcheeks jiggled in terror.

Upside down, Cecelia took a deep, horny, shameful breath. “Holy shit that’s hot,” she thought before returning to reaching for her pokéballs.

Her pants slipped further and further. Her face was turning red with the excursion of her upside down, straining crunches, bending her body up against gravity and her own weight, stretching her fingertips before finally, her middle finger just barely tapped the button on the second ball.

The pokéball opened with a flash and the light that escaped from it changed shape, becoming a Murkrow.

“MKRROWW!” it screeched, flapping in mid-air.

The spinarak hissed in fear and started to skitter away. The one holding Cecelia’s pants dropped her, making her fall to the floor onto her ass.

Cecelia grabbed her butt in pain.

“Murkrow! Get them!”

The crow pokémon flew forward with startling speed, it pecked the second and then then the third spinarak out of the air and they landed onto the floor with thuds, unconscious.

Cecelia rose to her feet, adjusting her pants.

“Use gust!” she shouted.

Murkrow flapped its wings, sending waves of powerful wind into the small hallway. The spinarak on the lab assistant’s butt grabbed onto the cheeks with its pincers against the gale force winds but flew off with a small “SKREeee!” of panic and smacked against the wall. The lab assistant bobbed in the wind in a horrific bouncing wedgie digging deeper and deeper into her ass and crotch. The spiderweb strands holding her up became thinner and strained.

“MMNGnNNN!” she screamed through her gag.

Cecelia rushed forward. “I’ve got you!”

The lab assistant, a chubbier woman, collapsed onto Cecelia with a thud that shook the building.

Cecelia was crushed under her weight with the lab assistant’s ass over her face. The jiggling cheeks filled her whole vision; Cecelia turned bright tomato red, and a line of blood dribbled out of her nose toward her drooling lip.

The lab assistant seemed to be unaware of her compromising position and Cecelia’s horny stare. She ripped the spiderweb off her mouth and gasped.

“She has the professor!”

Cecelia craned her neck, trying to see around the lab assistant ass to speak to her face, but failing.

“Who has the professor?”

***

Team Rocket member Annabelle stamped her heel against the floor. She was over six feet tall in her heels. Her long legs slender were wrapped in a tight miniskirt. Her enormous, almost ridiculous boobs were bound together in a black tube top adorned with red “R”. Her long blond hair was twisted into enormous drill pigtails that hung down on either side of her head, so long they almost reached her waist. She stood over Professor Burgandy, whose hands were bound and was sitting on the floor.

They were in the main research lab, a large room about the size of an auditorium. Equipment and machines buzzed against the walls. A sleeping abra sat in an office chair in front of one of the machines. On the far wall were shelves that normally housed the spare Pokémon of the trainers of Bristol town, but they were completely empty.

“What did you do to the pokémon?” the professor asked. His voice wavered. He was young for a professor, barely thirty. He was tanned with a short buzzcut. His face was unkempt and stubbly. His lab coat had been confiscated and he was wearing button-down shirt and slacks.

Annabelle sneered. “Don’t you worry about that. Where’s the tablet?”

“t-The tablet?”

Annabelle stepped forward. Her stiletto landed dangerously close to the Professor’s crotch.

“Don’t play dumb. You’re very bad at it. The tablet they found Suiboku City. I know they sent it here.”

The professor pursed both his lips together, saying nothing.

Annabelle smiled.

“Not going to talk? Fine. I’m the spider queen of Team Rocket! I have ways of making men talk.”

“Number 3!” she shouted.

A spinarak dove from the ceiling. Before the professor could react, it grabbed the waistband of briefs and yanked two feet into the air.

“YeeEE-OWWww!” The Professor yelped. His knees flailed in the air, struggling against the wedgie-ing jaws of the spider pokémon.

“Ready to talk?” Annabelle said. She paced around the room.

“n-Never!” the Professor gasped. But his voice was becoming higher-pitched and strained by the slicing pressure riding up his ass and his own briefs tightening around crotch.

Annabelle picked up the sleeping abra and pet it.

“You just have to hand it over and we’ll teleport right out of here, but if you don’t want to…. Number 3! Bounce him!”
 The spinarak bounced on its spider strand, yanking Professor Burgandy up and down with vicious intensity. His eyes crossed and his knees knocked together, his testicles squeezed with each tug while the red cotton scrapped against his clenching, frightened buttcheeks.

“eeEEeeee…” he whimpered through clenched teeth, but he said nothing.

Annabelle put the abra down.
 “Still not talking?”
 The professor shook his head. His face was turning a greenish shade.

Annabelle hooked her hands on the professor’s slacks. He had only a half second to process before she pulled them down to his ankles. The professor’s tanned skinny legs wiggled in the air. His red briefs were slicing into his pert buttcheeks and were so tight around his large swollen dick and balls that nothing about their shape was left to the imagination.

“w-Wait…” The Professor gasped.

Annabelle leaned forward and lifted her boobs up and together, cupping them in the tube top from below. She pressed the sea of soft cleavage up and onto his dick, massaging the fabric-coated member.

“You wanna talk now?”

“no-OHhOHHH!” The Professor moaned, eyes rolling back, humiliated and aroused against his will.

From a nearby air vent Cecelia and her poliwag watched through the slats. Cecelia was bright red. A handkerchief was pressed to her bleeding nose, and she was panting horny steam out of her mouth.

“Maybe- maybe we should give her a minute?” Cecelia said.

Poliwag glared up at her disapprovingly.

Cecelia sighed and kicked the air vent open. The metal covering clanged to the floor and Poliwag bounced out to the rescue. Cecelia crawled out after it. Annabelle pulled her boobs away from the professor’s wedgied cock.

“Number 3! Attack!” she shouted.

The spinarak dropped Professor Burgandy and leapt at Cecelia, hissing as it flew through the air.

Poor Professor Burgandy landed spread-legged right on his balls, let out a tremendous “OugGhh” of pain with his eyes bulging, and collapsed onto his side, unconscious.

Cecelia glared at the leaping spider but didn’t flinch. Poliwag jumped up into the air in front of Cecelia and smacked the little spider pokémon out of the air with one powerful strike of its tail. Number 3 fell to the floor unconscious.

Annabelle looked at the situation, at Cecelia, at her defeated spinarak, at the poliwag slapping its tail angrily against the ground…

She turned and ran in the opposite direction like a streak of lightning toward the sleeping abra.

“SORRY!” Cecelia shouted. She jumped forward and stepped on the back of Number 3, squishing it under her ankle boot. The spinarak squealed in shock and pain but vomited a stream of spiderweb that splattered against Annabelle’s ankles, binding them together.

“WHOOaaH!” Annabelle yelped as she crashed to the ground.

Annabelle struggled against the floor. Her miniskirt rode up, exposing her thong clad, delicious buttcheeks.

“ABRA!” she shouted, but the little psychic pokémon was snoring in the chair.

Cecelia stood over the team rocket member, hands on her hips.

“What’s going on here!?”

“the pokémon…” Professor Burgandy gasped. He tried to sit up, clutching at his balls. “She took the pokémon…” He fell forward onto his face with a thud.

“They’re Team Rocket’s pokémon, now!” Annabelle shouted from the floor. “ABRA! WAKE UP! YOU STUPID THING!”

Abra snored.

Bristling with rage, Poliwag swung his tail like a paddle against Annabelle’s ass.

“OW!”

Cecelia wobbled on her feet, trying to ignore the almost electric arousal and spreading throughout her body and the dripping dampness between her legs. She stared at the swelling buttcheeks of the gorgeous defeated woman at her feet.

“POLIWAG USE DOUBLE SLAP!” she commanded.

Poliwag swung his tail over and over. The asscheeks swell and shook and clapped against each other, and Anabelle bit her lip. Her face turned red, and she broke out in a sweat under the merciless spanking tail of justice.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

“h-Ha! You call that spanking!” she said, struggling. “You’ll never get those pokémon back!”

“The pokémon?” Cecelia asked. She slowly came to her senses. “That’s right...! …the pokémon… Poliwag! Double slap harder!”

“P-LEEE!” Poliwag shouted. Its tail moved faster and faster. It was a blur of motion, a dozen tails slapping and assaulting Annabelle’s butt. Annabelle whimpered, barely holding on, but Poliwag was sweating, losing stamina.

“You can do it Poliwag!” Cecelia shouted.

Poliwag’s eyes glowed. It slapped faster and faster. The glow spread throughout its body, covering it, and then the body began to change, growing larger, the tail disappearing, but replaced by boxing glove shaped hands.

Cecelia beamed with joy and pride.

“Poli-WHIRL?!”

The newly evolved frog-like pokémon slammed its boxing glove hands together.

“PLLRRRLL!” it gurgled.

Annabelle turned pale. Her legs shook. “Oh noooo…”

WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM

Poliwhirl’s hands slapped with new strength, powerful, brutal swings that made Annabelle’s whole body shudder. A thousand hands seemed to swing through the air, each one dealing horrific, thunderous ass pain. Her buttcheeks, sore from before, stung and burned and wailed in agony.

“AAAIIIEEEEEEE!!!” she screamed,, losing all control.

WHAM WHAM WHAM

“FINE! FINE! YOU WIN! NUMBER 5! NUMBER 5!”

Poliwhirl stopped as an unseen fifth spinarak descended from the ceiling. It held a big sack of pokéballs in its mouth. Cecelia picked up the sack and held it in her arms. Annabelle, meanwhile, was a trembling wreck on the ground. She grabbed at her red swollen ass in despair.

On the chair, the abra finally stirred and woke up. The psychic pokémon stretched, yawned, and it, Annabelle, and her spinarak disappeared, teleported away.

Cecelia set the bulging sack of pokéballs on the ground. She knelt down near the professor.

“Are you okay…?”

Professor Burgandy’s voice was muffled because his face was smushed against the floor.

“I’m fine, just give me a minute…”

***

Professor Burgandy sat at his desk. His legs were spread open, and an icepack was sitting on the crotch of his slacks. He typed Cecelia’s information into his pc. He pressed a button, and a card exited the slot. He handed it to Cecelia, who was bouncing with excitement.

“Your registration card. This card allows you to participate in gym battles and earn badges. There are ten gyms in the Valspar region, but you only need eight badges to qualify for the Valspar Pokémon League tournament. Additionally, you can get special Battle Badges for competing in approved monthly tournaments. There is no limit to the badges you can earn, and gaining more badges guarantees you a better seed at the tournament. Winning the tournament makes you the champion of the region.”

The professor spoke in a practiced, almost monotone voice. Cecelia nodded along, she knew all of this, but she was too excited to interrupt his flow.

“Catching or raising every pokémon native to the Valspar region also qualifies you for the title of Pokémon Master. Pokémon caught in the Castello City Safari Zone don’t count because they aren’t from here originally. I think the number of native pokémon is 280 now? The found a few new pokémon recently at the archeological dig in the desert, and it pushed the number up.”

Cecelia nodded. “That’s fine. I’m not looking to catch everything. I’m here to compete.”

Professor Burgandy continued, “When you do have six pokémon on your person, new catches are transported here where we’ll look after them for you. You can also adopt a pokémon from the lab as part of your registration. We have bulbasaur, torchic, and popplio to choose from.”

“I think I’m good,” Cecelia said. “I already have my starter.”

She reached out, touching her belt and the first of the three balls.

The Professor leaned back in his chair. He adjusted the icepack.

“So where will you be going next?”

“Well, most of the gyms are north, so I’ll be going in that direction. I guess Castillo City will be my first badge.”

“What about the gym in town?”

“We don’t have a gym in town?” Cecelia said, puzzled.

Professor Burgandy pulled open a map on his desk. “We most certainly do. They give out the Card Badge. It’s just a few blocks from here. It only opened last month, but it’s completely verified.”

A big smile spread across Cecelia’s face, and she ran for the door.

“Thanks so much professor!”

“Cecelia.”

The professor’s voice was grave. Cecelia paused at the doorway.

“What is it?”

The professor opened a secret compartment in his desk drawer and pulled out a small, thin case, about two inches thick, six inches wide, and seven inches tall. He moved toward Cecelia, bow legged, wobbly, but dead serious.

“I want to thank you again for helping me with that woman, and I want you to take this.”

Cecelia turned the case in her hand. “What is it?”

“Inside is a tablet that was found in ancient ruins to the south. A very important tablet. It was delivered to me with the hope that I could decipher it, but I hit a brick wall. That’s why Team Rocket attached the lab. Word about the tablet got out somehow, and it’s no longer safe for it to be here. It would be terrible if the tablet fell into the wrong hands. If you’re heading north, I want you to deliver it to an old friend of mine. He lives in Eclipse City, so it won’t be out of your way….”

Cecelia put the case in her bag. She could feel the case’s weight, the strange importance it carried, a somehow dangerous omen. It made her smile with excitement.

“You can count on me, Professor!”

“Thank you so much, Cecelia. I know it may not seem that important but-“

She was already gone, running at full speed out of the laboratory building and down the street, hungry for her first badge.