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Nessa on the Pitch	By : Revenger Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 2835 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This story contains wedgie and sexual content. All characters are 18+

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"What the...?" Nessa trailed off, walking into the grand stadium full of cheering fans. The beauty of a Gym Leader peered into the blinding lights, unsure of what the great people of Galar were cheering for. Her match with Bea was scheduled to start next, so there shouldn't have been anything to get that pumped for. "Bea, what's going on?"

The Water type specialist put her gloved hand up, trying to see through the light. It seemed like the lights were brighter than ever before, but Nessa couldn't really be sure. Still, she blinked through the blinding light, and was stunned at the sight in front of her.

Bea's Machamp had four girls that Nessa recognized in its grasp. But it didn't have them by their heads, arms, or even shirts. Instead, the hulking Pokemon was holding up the four girls by the front of all their panties. It didn't take long to pin down the specific identities of the four girls being given brutal front wedgies.

In its bottom right hand, it held Gloria, the young adult Gym Challenger with limitless potential. She was wearing the same small swim top and short-shorts that Nessa was wearing; her reward for beating her Gym. Bursting free from the front of those shorts was a frankly absurd amount of white fabric that had, fittingly, a bunch of Pokeballs on them. From how much cotton there was, Nessa assumed that she was wearing large brief-type panties.

Just above her was another girl taking the Gym Challenge, although she might've been a bit older, maybe early twenties or so. It was Marnie, and she was wearing her pink minidress and spiked heels, but was missing her jacket. Unfortunately for her, that outfit choice meant that the Machamp had to reach under her dress. That meant that when her cute pink bikini panties with black hearts were pulled up, her shaved lady bits were shown to everyone. Nessa shook off the surprise of her very girly underwear to take a better look at her face, and she noticed that Marnie's eyes were rolled into her head, likely from having her lips broadcast to everyone in Galar.

Directing her attention to Machamp's lower left hand, she had less sympathy for the one there. Oleana had been stripped completely topless and had lost her tight miniskirt. Her impressive boobs hung free and her red, lacy thong was brutally splitting her lips, which were forming a cameltoe in her tights. Unlike Marnie, however, Oleana was still conscious with a wince and flushed face.

Finally, above her, hung Sonia. She'd been stripped of her lab coat, crop top, and bra, leaving her modest boobs exposed. Her face was flushed and she was breathing rapidly, her chest rising and falling, no doubt giving the crowd quite the spectacle. The professor was proud of her beauty, after all, but certainly didn't appreciate having her purple bikinis with their tiny swords and shields pattern exposed to the world. Before Nessa could question why Sonia was in such a different state, or why any of them were hanging with cotton in their crotches, a firm blow met her exposed midsection.

"Ugh! Ack..." Nessa fell to her knees, clutching her flat belly. She was coughing, spitting, and trying to regain her breathing capabilities. Suddenly, she felt her athletic top ripped from her body. The force threw her into the grass and left her breasts exposed to everyone, her dark nipples hard from how skimpy her top had been.

"All of them lack the passion and fighting spirit needed to win!" Nessa heard Bea shout, her dark silhouette appearing in her sight. Bea reached down and pulled Nessa up by her soft, black hair, which was adorned with blue streaks. "And you do too! Is this just a beauty pageant to you? Parading around half-naked with shorts smaller than my underwear. I'm tired of you people mocking and degrading the art of Pokemon battling!"

"Wha...what are you doing to us?" Nessa asked, finally able to breathe. She desperately wanted to cover up her medium-sized boobs, but she couldn't risk leaving her core exposed to Bea again. Her strength was monstrous.

"Publicly humiliating you five in one of the most painful ways that a woman can be. Well, at least painful for some..." Bea directed Nessa's attention to Professor Sonia again, which let her get a better look. On the front of her incredibly tight and fitted white pants, there was a huge wet patch that covered her crotch and thighs. "It seems that our smart and accomplished professor here really has no shame and no dignity."

Bea, retaining her grip on Nessa's hair walked toward her Machamp, which was now doing curls with all the women, driving their panties deeper into their crotches. Marnie was still out cold, so she wasn't making any noises at all, Gloria and Oleana were both groaning in pain, and Sonia was letting out soft whimpers of pleasure, likely still feeling the effects of cumming so hard in her pants.

"Machamp, drop Gloria and Oleana," Bea ordered, reaching into the front and back of Nessa's shorts. Panicking, Nessa tried to push Bea away, but her slender frame couldn't do much to the physically-imposing Gym Leader. In response, Bea gave the Water type specialist a strong headbutt, dazing the dark-skinned beauty. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched the two girls that were released run away as quickly as they could. "Do not try anything cute. I don't think I need to reiterate our difference in strength, and with Machamp here, I can have that pretty model face drinking through a straw. Won't be able to get that nice blue eye shadow with broken hands, either."

Meekly, Nessa nodded her head. Her body was toned, slender, and athletic, but Bea could turn her into paste, and she knew it. She grimaced, feeling two hands take hold of either side of her cotton cheekies, the outline of which was faintly visible in her tight shorts. From the states of the other women, Nessa wasn't sure if she should be afraid or excited for what Bea was about to do. Bea gave a quick nod to her Machamp, which threw a quick punch into Marnie's face, waking the girl up with a start, before placing two sets of hands in a position reflecting Bea's.

With another nod from Bea, her and Machamp began. Nessa's panties burst free from her shorts, instantly splitting her firm ass and smooth pussy. Her cheekies were black with a little blue water drop pattern and they were covered in sparkling pink glitter. Nessa's eye twitched in pain from the sudden invasion of her intimates, and her face flushed from her embarrassing underwear being put on display for thousands of cheering onlookers.

Bea started slowly, giving slack on the front and pulling up on the back, before repeating the motion the other way. Nessa groaned, placing both her hands on her butt, trying to stop the wedgie. She'd never received one before, and despite her skimpy dressing habits, she'd never worn a thong either, so the feeling of cotton in her butt was largely unfamiliar to her.

Nessa looked out of the corner of her beautiful eyes to see the same thing happening to the other women. Marnie's panties were a thin strip in her pussy lips and she was visibly shivering. The inclusion of the back wedgie had also made all of her short dress lift up, leaving nothing to the imagination for the sometimes-cold girl. Sonia on the other hand, was basking in the pleasure. The cotton of her panties were gliding effortlessly through her soaked womanhood and through her ass. She didn't care that she was moaning from pleasure in front of the entire stadium, her dignity and pride as a Pokemon Professor shattered.

Even the Water type Gym Leader was beginning to get a warm feeling radiating from her crotch. Bea was being so perfectly rhythmic with the pulling and constant stimulation, Nessa slowly began to shake. The building arousal in the young woman was amplified from having her bare boobs and her cameltoe on display. Her chest wasn't large, but that didn't stop the crowd from ogling her dark, hardening nipples.

Sensing the shift in Nessa's feelings, Bea knew she had to capitalize. She gradually picked up the pace of the squeaky clean wedgie, and her efforts were rewarded. The cotton stretched more, and the faster sliding got an audible moan from Nessa, but it was mostly drowned out by the moaning from Marnie and it ended up being her that temporarily stole the show.

With a scream that made most of the women in the crowd blush, Marnie's body went stiff, and she climaxed. Her lips were wet from the orgasm, and her body jerked with pleasure. Tears stinging her eyes, she moaned quietly after her shriek, but she felt like everyone could hear every noise she made, and she knew they saw every movement her small body made.

After seeing Marnie cum and hearing Sonia continue to howl in ecstasy, Nessa realized she couldn't hold it back anymore herself. Her own orgasm had been building from Bea's masterful tugs, and she went with it. She shut her eyes tight, silently pleaded with Bea to stop before it was too late, but then finally released.

Nessa let out a series of moans and weakly kicked her slender, smooth legs. She soaked her undies and tiny shorts, leaving a wet spot on her crotch. The crowd roared with approval at the Gym Leader's expanding wet spot. Nessa's face flushed from the pleasurable orgasm, but also in shame. She knew that while she was in heaven for the moment, it wouldn't be long before this moment haunted her nightmares.

Somewhat drawing the attention away, Sonia groaned and came again, increasing the size of her already-huge spot on the front of her white pants. It expanded outward toward her hips, coating more of her pubic area and legs. If she had any shred of shame left, the second orgasm from a wedgie tore that away from the Professor. Her tongue hung out the side of her mouth and drool ran down the side of her face.

Machamp released the back of both women's panties, leaving its grip on the front of the cotton. With its newly freed hands, it grabbed Sonia's and Marnie's ankles with a firm, but harmless grip. With minuscule effort, Machamp ripped the panties right through the girls' pussies, getting moans of pleasure from them before dropping them to the ground. Sonia cupped her wet crotch, cooing in bliss, but Marnie just twitched on the ground with her lips completely exposed.

"Well, it looks like we have our lucky winner." Bea lowered Nessa just enough to have her feet touch the ground. She then placed both her own feet on Nessa's to keep her firmly planted. She placed two hands on the front of the cotton garment that was soaked in Nessa's fluids and followed her Machamp. Bea tore all the soft, glittery cotton through Nessa's wet womanhood, dropping her to the ground.

"Nnnn...," Nessa moaned softly, using one hand to cover the cameltoe showing itself in her shorts. That was short-lived, however, as Bea used her monstrous strength to rip Nessa's tiny shorts off her body, the force making Nessa take her hand off her crotch. Another roar of approval ran through the crowd.

Bea ordered Sonia to leave the pitch, which she did without protest, albeit on wobbly legs. Bea barked something about Marnie getting the harshest punishment and Sonia being let go, due to the endurance displayed by both women. Nessa just watched everything unfold, feeling like it was all going by in slow motion, as she was still coming down from her humiliating orgasm.

Marnie moaned and whimpered as Bea approached the small, prone body. She took the two pairs of panties that Machamp was holding. She took care to avoid all the wet spots on the rainbow mass of cotton that rested in her grasp. Machamp grabbed Marnie's dress at the chest and ripped it clean off her pale body, shredding her bra as well. Marnie threw both arms across her small boobs, shrieking in horror.

Grinning at her defrocked adversary, Bea slowly walked up to Marnie, casting a shadow over the sobbing girl. She looked down and saw her target. With the blinding speed, strength, and precision one would expect from such a fearsome Fighting Gym Leader, Bea landed a punch right into Marnie's privates.

"Ack!" Marnie's hands flew down to her exposed, throbbing pussy lips. The rough-looking girl started coughing, trying not to get sick. With her mouth open, Bea shoved all three pairs of the cummed on panties into her mouth, making Marnie cry out in protest. To ensure she couldn't take the underwear out, she tied Nessa's soaked shorts around her mouth.

Marnie's eyes slowly rolled back into her head and her mind started to fade. The humiliation from the orgasm, stripping, and being forced to taste the juices of herself and two other women was just too much. Her consciousness faded, but before she could fall to the grass, Bea held her head up by the hair, showing off the whites of her eyes. Her Machamp walked over, took a limb in each hand, and began to parade her naked body around to the spectators.

Smirking, Bea walked up to the still-prone Nessa. Her mind was clearing a bit, and she was terrified of taking a strike to her womanhood. She scrambled backward, her body not completely responding, still recovering from her ordeal. Bea simply sighed and shook her head. She grabbed a handful of Nessa's beautiful hair and yanked her to her feet, drawing yelps of pain from the woman.

"Your job is done here today. The next time you think you're going to enter my stadiums, think about how a Gym Leader should carry herself." She released Nessa's hair and the naked girl nodded in agreement. Bea slapped her toned ass hard, watching it jiggle. "Good, now get out of here!"

Nessa wasted no time, running as quickly as she could away from her captor. Her boobs, butt, and the rest of her body jiggled and bounced pleasingly for the crowd, something she was completely aware of. Still, when she got to the tunnel, she turned to see Marnie's bare pussy lips and chest on full display, and was grateful for how she got off.
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